#he played in the mud and chased some butterflies

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my sweet old man :3

#he's having a good day #he played in the mud and chased some butterflies #justin lore

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Butterfly (m)

synopsis: he’s been watching you. waiting, stalking his prey. waiting for you to tangle your pretty little wings into his web. chasing you. hunting you. making you play his games until you realise the truth that lies behind your eyes.

j.jungkook x f.reader

୧ ‧₊˚┊: wc: 3.6k

୧ ‧₊˚┊: genre: yandere, serial killer au, college au, dark content

୧ ‧₊˚┊: content: yandere!killer!jk, dubcon, predator / prey, manipulation, fear play, mask kink, slight sub space, slight knife play, strangers to lovers, “public” sex, drug use (alcohol), mentions of blood / injury, threats, allusions to kidnapping, dom!jk, fingering, rough sex, he’s mean but still sweet, obsessed!soft!jk at the end <33

୧ ‧₊˚┊: notes: found this in my drafts back from halloween and i never posted it! so here you go, to hold you over until my long fics are done <33 halloween fic in april lmaooo

18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni -> dark content

Bum. Bum. Bum.

Your heartbeat is in your ears, pulse racing. It was too loud. Everything is too loud. It’s all you can hear. It’s all you can think about as your heels dig into the harsh forest floor. Your shoes long since been abandoned, mud caking your feet as you try to run. Tries to escape from the demon that had set his sights on you.

Him.

Fuck. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. It really wasn’t. It was just supposed to be a fun halloween party! You didn’t really even know if you wanted to go to it or not. But your friends convinced you with the promise of free drinks and guys that were ‘cute enough’ for some random frat.

What they failed to mention? The simple fact that house was in the middle of nowhere. On one side a lake, the other a massive forest.

Like a pretty little trap meant to catch girls like you. Web tangled in the trees just watching for the prettiest butterfly to find its way into. To be caught in the den of monsters that lined every wall of the ancient house.

You were already disturbed when your friend's pretty jeep turned off the main roads, trailing through the woods. Realising just how distant from the rest of society you would be. How every bump of the car sent your little heart into a deeper flutter of anxiety.

Still, you kept your mouth shut. You didn’t want to ruin the night— for yourself or your friends. You trust them. They promised it would be fun. Plus! Their boyfriends were going to be there! So nothing would go wrong!

Yeah. It really wasn't their fault that a lunatic set his sights on you. Wasn’t their fault you started dancing with a man in a mask. Let him lead you to the backyard for a smoke, dumbly followed him deeper into the woods to see his favourite spot. Let him stuff his fingers into your little hole without even seeing his face, knowing his name.

Nah, you did all that on your own. Just a little kitten being led to the slaughter house.

“Okay babydoll…” He breathes into your ear, pumping two fingers deep inside of your cunt. Skirt that was barely covering anything pushed too far up your hips, showing the whole forest just how tight your walls cling to his fingers. How wet you are. How desperate you are for more.

“We’re gonna play a game, yeah?” You’re hardly able to respond, consciousness laced with toxins from earlier that night. Flush to your cheeks evidence enough of just how much you drank— the series of events that led you to this exact moment.

One he had been planning for awhile.

He smiles, throat letting out a low, almost nonexistent laugh. Slowly circling your clit with his thumb, almost mocking the way your back arches. Finding amusement in the way your fingers cling to his arm as his thrusts continue all to slow.

You’re needy, too needy. He knows that well enough. Can tell with the way your hips start to rock, start to squirm. The way your body starts to get bratty on him while your mind is too far in the clouds to realise the position you’ve found yourself in.

You’re cute. Too cute for him to take another second of this. Too cute for him to hold back anymore.

Wouldn’t want you getting too bratty on him anyway, would he? Then his personal treat, the slice of cake he's been waiting weeks to cut into will have to turn into a punishment. Ruin all the fun he’s worked so hard to prepare.

“‘Gonna need you to run into the woods. Fast and as far as you can…” He groans under his breath, the mere thought sending blood straight to his cock, filling his mind with nothing but pictures of you dirty on the forest floor, “And you gotta do your best to stay away from me yeah? Cause if I catch you… I gotta kill you and I wouldn't wanna have to do that… You’re too pretty to kill, you know?”

Fuck. What the fuck is wrong with him? What is he even talking about?

You try to process– try to understand the words that run off his tongue. But it's unfair, everything is stacked against you as he slides the mask off his face. Gives you a first look at his deep brown eyes. Lets you see how gorgeous he is for the very first time.

He didn’t even give you a chance to recover before he started counting down from 30. Doesn’t even move his hand away from your dripping cunt until 20– the expression on your face just pathetic. So close yet so far from the finish line.

Your race was nowhere close to its end. He’d make sure of it.

It wasn’t until his hand found your hip, gently tapping against the skin that your brain even had the chance to attempt processing his words. Figure out the exact meaning behind them while his lips continued to count down with each syllable.

Such pretty pink lips. Maybe he would let you kiss them if you tried hard enough. If you lean up just right maybe he would–

Wait. Wait. What’s happening? What did he say to you?

Your eyes glance down to your thighs, vision dazed as you try to figure out the object that suddenly pokes at your flesh. The sharp tip grazing your soft skin as you take in the metal; polished to perfection. The deep black handle resting securely in his palm, holding himself back.

Your eyes widen, familiarity cresting your features.

Shit. Shit!

You don’t even think about grabbing your own knife until 15, hand quickly reaching for your hip where you keep it tucked away. Too bad he had already taken it, knew the tool you always carried with you well.

Shit, his own personal little Nancy, huh? Perfect for him.

Survival instincts had to take over for you, forcing your feet to the ground. Urging your skirt down as low as it could possibly go as your legs take off in a direction you hope is the house.

Everything is all too much, it’s not enough. Every little sound is getting to you, making you feel like you’re going crazy. Making you feel like none of your senses can be trusted. Like nothing can be trusted except for the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

The woods– everything looks the same. You can't distinguish one thing from the next but you know you hear something getting closer. Too close.

If his words meant anything you need to keep fighting, keep trying to live. Even as pain stabs into your toes, sticks break under your feet. Even as you’re stabbed by bushes.

It was like the forest itself was out to get you. Like whatever beast behind it is your real enemy in all of this.

Maybe you can pretend it, maybe in your alcohol-addled brain that’s a little easier to manage than the man running behind you. The one with hunger in his heart that only your soul can satiate.

You try, you really do. But your legs can only move so fast. Can only take so much abuse before they start to slow. Lungs can only inhale so much air before they want to collapse.

Too bad he’s done this before. He can run.

And just as you start to be able to see the lights from the tree line, just as hope starts to fill your little heart, you’re forced into the dirt. Two arms wrap around you from behind, tackling your frame to the ground.

Your back presses against his chest as he keeps you there, his face right next to your ear as he pants. Breathe heavy in your ear, hearing the way it cracks every once and awhile as he tries to catch his breath. Lips almost on your ear while he keeps you there. Keeps you trapped under him.

Everything is starting to conflict in your pretty little head, body telling you to get away. Try to get him off. Wriggle your hand— anything out to try and fight back. Try and get away before he keeps his promise from before.

Yet, with every movement, every slight twist of your spine or kick of your legs under his heavy frame he only presses tighter, deeper against you. Presses his cock against your barely covered cunt. Makes you feel every inch of him that he plans to stuff inside. Make you unable to breathe while the rocks dig into your skin.

You put up a good fight, you really do. Better than anyone else. It’s too bad everything is going just a little bit haywire behind your eyes. The world starting to feel like a burden as you try to push away the arousal rushing to your gut.

Shit, you should be scared. Should be petrified of the psycho that took you into the woods, the psycho that threatened to kill you no more than ten minutes before. One that had a knife pressed to your skin and a scythe around your heart. But the chemicals in your brain are mixing into something that you can’t comprehend, can’t describe.

Everything feels like too much, he feels like too much and you have no clue what to do. Head completely gone to mush.

It’s almost easier that way.

“Almost got away, doll. But don’t worry. I’ve got you now.” His voice is rough, harsh as he tries to catch his breath. Teeth clamping against the crest of your ear, hips rolling against your cunt without a care in the world. Especially not for the state of your head. Not for the little world you find yourself slipping away into.

Too many extreme emotions happening will do that to you, won't they? Make you so confused that you’ll just take whatever you can manage. Even if that means plunging his blade into your pretty little heart or fucking you until your pussy wouldn’t even consider another filling it.

He prefers the latter. Too pretty for the former, huh?

He can feel the shift in your frame– one of extreme discomfort, entirely tense to one of a docile little pet put on display. The shift behind your eyes as everything becomes too much, little too difficult to understand. As you slip away just enough to make any feelings of pleasure elevate to new extremes. Let fear spur you on.

The only thoughts in your head are ones filled with him. The way it should be. Exactly should be.

Your hips move again, their last attempt to break free from his spell. Their last attempt to try and get away from the maniac. Yet it does nothing more than press his cock harder against your ass, the mock of a grind against the surface that leaves a pretty little mewl spilling from your lips. A grunt catching in his own.

Wow, you actually surprised him.

“Shit, not patient at all huh?” He smiles, lip quirking as he removes his body from you. Removes the only warmth provided in this hell.

You won't run. Not if you know what's good for you.

He doubts you do– led you right into his arms tonight. But that's okay. He can take over for you. Take over everything.

Hands grip your hips, pull you back against him. Let you imagine how sweet he could fuck you if you just behave. The soft rocking of hips against your own, the gentle way he moves compared to the way he holds you heavy on your mind.

You can’t help the moan that spills past your lips. The way your back arches to meet him better. No one could blame poor little you. No one could blame your mind turning off for just a little bit. Not when he has you. Not with the rough texture of his pants pushing against your cunt. Not with the ruined orgasm of before.

Arousal makes your panties stick uncomfortable to your skin. A disturbing wet patch forming against his own pants where you meet. A flutter erupting in your gut at the way he groans. Way he moves you with such ease.

He really could kill you if he wanted to.

You’re not sure if the realisation scares you or spurs you on.

It scares you more to know that it's the latter.

“I’m not either.” He huffs, air thick with fog, “Been too patient for you. Too fucking patient.”

He grunts, pushing your hips back. Back arching even farther against the forest floor. It almost hurts, it’s almost painful. Not that that really matters. Nothing matters when he grips the flesh of your ass, pulls the cheeks apart. Gets a good look at the mess he’s made of you. Can see clearly how wrecked his little girl is.

Pretty panties sticking against your cunt, thighs wobbly from all the effort of tonight. Shit, if he just hooks his finger under them, pulls them to the side he’ll get to see you all. Get to see your puffy lips, fluttering little hole. Get to fuck himself inside while you just lie there and take it. Get so drunk on his cock you might just fall in love.

Shit, maybe you already have, huh?

Good.

He forces your underwear to the side, stares in awe at the way your slick sticks to them. Imagines how pretty they’d look stuffed with his cum. How you’d tumble around the house, not letting a drop spill just for him.

Because you would know it’s what he wants.

“All of this for me?” He smiles, rubbing his thumb through your folds. Collecting your essence, spreading it around all messy just how he likes. How he knows you’ll like soon enough.

You can only whimper, clutch the ground as your head spins. Tries to catch up with every little minstration he makes. Tries to figure out what exactly is happening. What words he’s saying. How to get him to stop, if you want him to stop.

A shiver runs down your spine. You don’t think you do.

You’re not sure of anything anymore. Only the sound of a zipper running down, the shuffle of pants forced off hips. The hard head of a cock running against your folds like it owns them. Like it was made for them.

The stretch as he forces himself inside. The way it burns, stings with effort. The short, forceful movements as he fucks himself inside. Makes home in your cunt for no one else but him. Makes you unable to think of a soul other than him. Ruin you for all other men that come after.

God he must be big– how fucking big? You have no clue. You wish you could see. Look into those pretty, crazed eyes. Focus on the little mole under his lip as the pain turns into pleasure. Morphs something dark in your brain to like it, to take it just like a good girl. Make you crave him more than anything else.

But instead you stare at the dirt. Hands clutching at the surface as he fucks himself inside. Deeper and deeper with each slow calculating thrust. Fucks you full of whatever twisted definition of love he possess. Makes you see the light, the exact shimmer in his eyes. See that this is the only way to truly live.

“Shit, baby,” His voice is low, deeper than before as his hips finally meet your own. Finally fills you with nothing else other than him. “Been waiting too fucking long for this. Had to make me wait, huh? Fuck.”

His voice harsh, grip bruising as he tries to hold himself back. One last measly reprise he’ll allow you. One last second he’ll give you before he makes you completely dumb. Makes you see what he knows you need to.

“I-I don’t~” You whimper, though the words fall on deaf ears. Not that it mattered anyway, you didn’t even know what you were trying to say. Didn’t know anything except for the way your walls clamp around his cock. Body begging for him, urging him to start and never stop.

He sighs, dramatic, “Little slut, huh baby?”

A harsh thrust punctuates his words, jolting your body forward as you cry. Impatience, ecstasy? He isn’t sure which. Only can notice the way your fingers clench and unclench in the dirt. The way your pussy flutters around him.

“Aww…” He soothes, hips dragging out of your cunt before slowly thrusting back in. The pace slow, antagonising, “Poor thing is having a hard time…” His hips quicken a hair, pretty sounds falling from your lips at the movement.

“Gotta tell me what you need, baby. I can make it all happen then.” A low kiss is placed against your shoulder, the world crumbling around you.

You break.

“Please…” Your voice is soft, too soft, but he hears it. Feels himself cracking as you beg, feels himself lose his mind entirely.

Beg for him. Want him.

His hips suddenly snap, fucking himself into your cunt with force you never thought a human could possibly manage. Fast, hard. Pumping his cock into you to search for his own pleasure. His own release. Forcing you to take it, take all of him while you try to keep up. Try to find your own pleasure in the tangle of limbs.

You hate how easily you do. Or maybe you love it.

“God, fuck.” He can’t suppress his own moans, the feeling of your pussy wrapping so tight around him, squeezing him for all he’s worth is too much. Fills his head with even more nonsense about love. About destiny.

His hips would never even consider stopping. You feel too good. Feel too tight around his cock, feel like he should never stop fucking you. Keep you there forever.

“So perfect. So perfect for me,” His breath is harsh, his heart racing as your little sounds only spur him on. Let him know just how good you feel. Just how far you’ve fallen. Just how much farther you’re willing to drown in all things Jungkook.

“P-Please!” You whine, hips arching further. Moving him into the perfect position to scrape against your g-spot with every rough pound of his hips. No clue what you’re pleading for. No clue what you want other than him.

Don’t even know his name. Nothing other than how incessantly you crave him.

“Fucking brat.” He cusses, eyes pinching into a glare as you somehow clamp down tighter. Walls pulling him back in on every thrust. Milking him for everything he’s worth. Making sure you both know your place in this. Know your place after it, too.

“God, been waiting for this haven’t you?” He groans, hips stuttering. He’s too close, “Been waiting for me to fuck you like the pretty doll you are? Make me take everything from you?”

You can only manage a whine in response, cunt fluttering around him. Obsessing in his praise.

Maybe his words are true. Maybe he’s known the exact type of person you are since the moment he first saw you. Maybe he’s right. This is where you’re meant to be. Meant to be with him.

“Shit, yeah. I fucking knew it.” His voice cracks, “Call you a minx but we both know that isn’t true. Just don’t know how to think until you’re stuck on the end of a cock.”

His thrusts somehow pick up speed. Fuck you harder, deeper. He’s sure he could place his hand over your tummy, feel himself fucking you. Shit.

“My cock.” He growls, voice heavy in your ears.

You can't take it anymore. Can’t take another second of it. Nerves tied tight into knots explode, white dotting the corner of your vision as you moan for no one else other than him. Pleasure courses through your veins, pussy pulling him as he falls apart alongside you. A tsunami pulling you under, making it hard to breathe. Making you feel dead and alive at the same time.

Maybe the forest gods were the ones tormenting you. Making you feel better than you had ever thought possible before. Allowing you to see the light of the stars dancing in the sky, so far above the clouds with his cock still pressed so deep inside. Floating through the air as your orgasm runs through you.

He’s no better. A shell of a man as he slowly fucks him cum deeper into your cunt. As deep as you’ll allow. Marking you. Claiming you. Making sure you know your place, even as you finally collapse onto the floor. Finally come back to reality. Poor body too spent to focus on anything else.

It’s okay though, you don’t have to worry. Not about a thing.

He’ll take care of you. Fix you up nice and pretty for your next lesson. Take you away to his apartment, make you fall in love for real. Keep you there, with him, just like you’re meant to be.

Make all of the sick sides you try to hide come out to play. Make you realise you’re just like him.

He wouldn’t kill you. Ever. Even if he had killed the others, none of them matter. He’s been waiting for someone like you for so long. Itching to bring you home. And finally, finally you had fallen into his trap. His perfect little butterfly, caught in the web. Ready to be corrupted by the vicious spider. Ready for your wings to be clipped.

“Mine.”

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🐈Being Nekoma's Manager 🐈

Third Gym Squad Helps their

Manager Deal with a Toxic Past

Third Gym Squad (Akaashi, Kuroo and Bokuto) featuring Nekoma x GN reader

⚠️ This may contain triggering material⚠️

Warnings: mentions of abuse (nothing specified), mentions of PTSD, mentions of triggers, Swearing, Kuroo trying to figure out to get away with a crime 👀

AN: This is an Anon request. Please note that this set of HCs is about abuse and it maybe triggering. It is never ok for anyone to touch you without your consent or to hurt you.

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

Chaotic? Abso-freaking-lutely

Supportive? ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY TIMES A MILLION!

Please these boys are everything 😭

They are so wholesome I cannot

I just can't, I'm signing off the internet forever

Ok I can't do that but you get it 🥰

I love them

But you know what?

They love you more 💞

Seriously when Nekoma first got their precious manager, the ever amazing YN

Kuroo thought there wasn't a team more lucky ❤️

You are so cute and bubbly ☺️ like a little cherub 👼

When you aren't being fussed upon by Kai or Yaku

You are being praised by Yamamoto and Lev 🙇‍♂️🙇

Please they all worship you

But it's Kuroo who had taken you under his wing

Please Kuroo loves it when you call him Senpai 😫

This man would lay down in a puddle of mud for you to walk across YN

But despite how cheery you might be in the publics eye, it can only go so deep

Your cheery, happy deminer had become a sort of mask 😔

Growing up, you knew your home life wasn't the best

You essentially never felt safe or cared for in the company of anyone in your home

Heck you avoided home at all possible

Thankfully being a manager for the volleyball team helped that cause

You left for school supper early and came home super late

You'd play video games with Kenma or even hang out with Kuroo, Kai and Yaku

But nobody knew why

They all just assumed that you just were a social butterfly

Nobody knew the sad truth 😔

Despite this fact, you never let on about your home life

Which is why, when summer training camp came around, you were so excited

Please you were bouncing up and down with joy as you watched all the buses pull into the lot

"Geez YN"- Kuroo 😏

"I'm just really excited Kuroo-Senpai"- YN 🤩

Enough said YN ✋️ that man already loves you

Please save some for the rest of us

I mean it YN 😐

Not only do you have Kuroo wrapped around your finger but 👀

"HEY HEY HEY WHERE'S MY YN??" -Bokuto, practically shooting off the bus to find you

"Bokuto she's her own YN"- Akaashi, following close behind because well

He likes you too 🤫😏

But you didn't hear that from me 👀

Proof is in the picture YN

And the pictures involve numerous hugs and head pats from Akaashi

Seriously he's so good at giving head pats

Tell me I'm wrong? I'm not

Bokuto and Kuroo love you because you cheer so loud for them

Akaashi loves you because you cheer loud of Bokuto 😅

When they play against each other, You are screaming so loud you lose your voice

But that's just how precious you are

Seriously Yamamoto is on such high alert with all these boys around

Between you and Kiyoko, the boys have ramped up security

When it's time for individual training, you barely get to finish your manager duties before Bokuto is dragging you to the gym

"BOKUTO LET YN GO"- kuroo, chasing after you

"No!"- Bokuto, now full on running with you

He probably threw you over his shoulder 🤣

Alaashi quick get the spray bottle or something

Now despite your home life, being in a volleyball gym has always brought you a sense of peace

I think its probably all the flying in the air and like beautiful sets 😍

It's majestic ✨️

Just watching it calms you down

Unfortunately for you, you can't control your triggers 😔

It's something you've been working hard on but it can happen unexpectedly

It's not ever your fault YN just know that!

So when you are picking up stray balls and Bokuto slams a ball hard that comes right by your head

You collapse in fear

It happens so fast, you don't have time to think

You instinctively cover your head and start to cry

Please, these boys waste no time at all

They RUN 🏃‍♂️ to you

Bokuto freaks out because he thinks he hit you 🥺

"OH MY GOD YN IM SO SORRY!! PLEASE DONT HATE ME"- Bokuto, freaking out

Voted mostly likely to panic in any situation 👉🏻 Bokuto

But Akaashi knows Bokuto didn't hit you

He's probably the first to realize somethings wrong

Kuroo is going to talk first

"YN, hey YN are you ok? What happened?"- Kuroo

He isn't going to touch you but he is going to bend down to your level

You slowly peek up from your protective ball and realize what's going on

The first thing to hit you will probably be embarrassment

But trust me YN, you have nothing to be embarrassed about!

"YN what happened?"- Akaashi

You probably won't speak but your silence gives away more than you know

I feel like Akaashi would be really in tune to stuff like this

I mean he's very in tune to Bokutos emotions right 😅

"YN has someone hurt you?"- Akaashi

Bokuto and Kuroo go completely still

Again, your silence is very telling 😔

"Come on YN, we need to get you to the coaches. Is it OK if I help you up?"- Akaashi

Pls say less ✋️

Our consent king 🤴

"It's really ok guys, just a bad flashback. I'll be fine"- You, trying to save face

Give up YN these boys are not going to back down

"Who hurt you YN?"- Kuroo

He's going to be super blunt about it

"I- I can't tell you"- You, scared of what will happen

"You're safe YN"- Akaashi

Please imma cry 😪

"My- my home life isn't the greatest"- You, slowly opening up

Please they make you feel so safe

"YN, please let us take you to the coaches. I promise, we will get you help"- Akaashi, the freaking most amazing man alive

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

They will take you to the coaches and while you talk, they will just FILL with anger 😡

Like it's radiating off them

Please they are worse than Ushijima was in season 3 when he got all fired up

Afterwards, they will walk you back to your dorm

But oh no, it's not any normal walk 😅

"Guys I really appreciate you but the coaches said they will help"- You, trying to calm the boys down

Because let's be serious YN, they are PISSED

Bokuto is literally punching the air and ready to fight

"Let me at em! Let me at em!"- Bokuto, all fired up

Akaashi isn't above letting him just do it because he's way pissed

I feel like Akaashi would be one of those people who is really quiet when they are mad

And right now Akaashi is DEAD silent

Kuroo is texting Kenma to help him find out this would be justifiable homicide 😅

BTW it's not 👀

Kuroo is still figuring out how many years he would be doing in prison if he was caught

And that's a BIG IF

When you arrive at the dorm, you give them each a giant hug 🫂

Those chemistry skills come in handy ya get me 🤫

BTW, violence is never the answer kids, these are just fictional headcannons ✋🏻

And they instantly melt 🥰

"Thank you so much for being the best"- YN

Now, you're mind might of been fuzzy when this happened ✋️ but you did it anyways

You kissed their cheeks 💋

Oh god they all die

Dead Deceased GONE 💀

"Everything will be ok YN"- Akaashi

And you know it will be

Because you have the best support squad in the world YN 💗

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👤-Bladebabies

✍-Dunebabies

👑-Steambabies

Omg! Thank you for the ask!🥺😁

Me and @a-hams-art share custody of these kids❤❤❤

Original ask meme:

👤 - What's the origin behind their name? [either within or outside of their lore]

Since Yue means moon. I absolutely LOVED Nanurjuk, since it means The Star.

✍️ - What do you like about them/what would you like about them, if they were a real person?

I like how Gyasto II is fun-loving and playful. She inherited it from Aang. She likes playing pranks on her friends and family.

With Lobsang, although, she is kind and bubbly. She can also be belligerent and direct like Toph.

She was taught to be a pacifist by Aang and the monks at the Southern Air Temple; but her Mom taught her that's it's okay to be combative. She's not afraid to use violence as a last resort.

👑 - What's their favorite childhood memory? if they didn't have a childhood, would they like to have one?

Iroh II's- He and his twin were 5 years old. Their Uncle Aang and Aunt Toph were visiting them at the Palace with Lo(7) and Gya(3).

Toph let the girls play in the rain in the garden while he watched on the steps.

When Kya II and the Beifong sisters went inside, he stayed outside with Katara to watch the rain.

He pretends the rain on his hands is him waterbending. Katara smiled softly. With her arm around his shoulders, she brought him closer to her.

Kya II's- Katara dedicates her time in meetings to help impoverished villages, donate clothes, blankets, and toys, repair houses, and give them food.

When she was 12 years old, they were visiting a village when a moo-sow broke loose from the farm.

The farmers and some villagers try to help catch the animals. They were genuinely surprised when Katara rolled up her sleeves and try to get the moo-sow.

Kya II and the rest of the villagers cheered her on as she tried to catch it. Kya II even laughed when she fell in the mud during the chase.

She eventually does and is able to calm the wiggly creature. She lifted the animal over her head with victorious grin.

The villagers laughed and cheered. Everyone is just surprised and amused because former Fire Ladies would never.

Azusa's- Her favorite butterflies are monarchs. When it was her 9th birthday, her parents surprised her by taking her to a butterfly garden.

When they arrived home for her birthday party, Zuko gifted her a glass display case of monarch butterflies to hang on her bedroom walls.

Lu Ten's- (He's 6) Katara's and Zuko's friend, Jiang, visited them. He was in absolute shock when his Mama and Jiang revealed that they were pirates.

They go to the beach for a treasure hunt with a map the women drew and he's immensely excited!

His parents siblings are part of his crew with Azusa as his first mate while he's Captain.

Him and Azusa dig up the treasure chest filled with jewelry and chocolate coins. After that, Zuko treats everyone to ice cream.

#sukka #taang #zutara #bladebabies #dunebabies #steambabies #atla #ask #original characters #ocs #fan kids

[tartagalicious-writes]

Summary: What characters would do on a rainy day

Characters: Sayu, Venti, Klee, Hu Tao, and Amber

Writing: Headcannons

Content Warning: N/A

She'd roll around in the puddles in her little Anemo ball

Probably accidentally fall or slip a few times

If there's lightning?

She'll be spooked

Tries to hide from it

Even if it can't really harm her

Unless it actually hits her

Let's be honest she'd play in the puddles

Sits in them and splashes around

Plays with the mud too

Picks up bugs and everything

She'd absolutely love frogs

Though lets be honest

She'd end up accidentally falling asleep

In the puddle

And someone would have to bring her inside

So she doesn't catch a cold

Then she'd spend the rest of the day inside

Wrapped in a nice cozy blanket by the fire

Whoever brought her inside?

They made Sayu hot chocolate

Needless to say Sayu is content

Even after minor set backs

He is absolutely ecstatic

He'd run around in the rain like a little kid

Jumping and twiring around

Let's be honest he's probably singing in the rain

Or playing his lyre in it

Or maybe both to be fair

He'll try and drag the other archons out into the rain

And spend the day with them

They'd probably decline

And he'd blow the rain in their faces

Then run away so they don't try and hunt him down

He'd probably go to the kids to play with them in the rain

End up bothering Diluc at the tavern

Only to be forced back into the rain

He'd pout and call him boring

Before going on with his day

Happily skipping away in the rain

Making the most of the day to just mess around

She'd be so happy

Dragging Jean and Kaeya outside with her

Ends up begging either one of them to go get Albedo

Probably makes Kaeya

Albedo doing little things with alchemy for Klee

All of them playing with her in the rain

She'd try and set something of fire in the rain

She'd stare at her own reflection in a puddle

The agressively jump into it

Immediately starts giggling

She'd run around like a little terror

Makes everyone chase her around

Just so they could keep an eye on her

But hey more fun for Klee at the end of the day

If it ended up lightning?

She'd be so fascinated by it

Tries to run over to it

Only to not be able to

Gets so excited every time it strikes

She doesn't know better that she can't go to it

But it's fun and exciting to her so that's what matters in the end

Eventually she has to go inside though

Albedo offers to take care of her

Makes her hot chocolate

Gives her a fuzzy blanket

And reads her a book to put her to sleep

She tries to make her little fire butterflies in the rain

She keeps trying so hard

They never say

She gets rather disappointed that they don't

But that's not going to stop Hu Tao

Basically like the others

She dashes around in the rain

Except she's by herself basically

Unless someone ends up joining her

Maybe drags Zhongli out since they work together

But she's still able to enjoy herself

When lightning strikes she jumps so badly

Runs under a roof

Refuses to go inside though

Just makes sure she doesn't get struck by the lightning

Needless to say she's not a fan of the lightning

She'd absolutely try to scare people though

Or try and do business for the parlor

Tries to scare Qiqi

Baizhu doesn't let her though

Ends up running and jumping around the streets of Liyue

Zhongli enjoying a leisurely walk behind her

If she ended up dragging him along

If she did she'd end up being exhausted

And Zhongli puts her to rest for the day

Because he's a good coworker

If not?

Probably falls asleep outside let's be honest

Regardless it'd be a day well spent for the director

Amber would get a sticky honey roast to enjoy indoors

Maybe get something and invite Eula along with her

She'd enjoy some of her day indoors

Eating her sticky honey roast

Makes some hot chocolate to enjoy with it

Idle chatter with Eula

She'd absolutely refuse to go outside in the rain

But Amber convince her to

Dancing in the rain

Eula being so elegant

Amber almost falling several times

Bennet ends up joining all of them

They all enjoy the rainy day together

Playing in the puddles of rain

Staring up at the stormy sky and just enjoying it all

When the day comes to and end

She makes hot chocolate for everyone

And treats them to a meal from good hunter

Before saying goodbye to them all

And enjoying the rest of the day

Staring out the window and sat down by the fireplace

#[ Something tells me we're going to get along splendidly. // Mod Childe 🐋 ] #[ Alright now we're talkin'! // finished request 🐋 ] #Headcannons #Sayu #Venti #Klee #Hu Tao #Amber #Genshin Impact #GI #Genshin Impact Headcannons #GI Headcannons #Rainy Day #Rainy Day Headcannons

[sophie-i-guess13]

Max looks all big and bad, and he is! The teeth are as sharp as the seem, he’s got some bite with his bark, but he’s such a goofball. He trips over his own feet when he plays fetch with Tim and picks up his food bowl when it’s empty and carries it around when he’s hungry until someone feeds him or tells him to put it back down-

Max sleeps in Lori’s bed during thunderstorms and cries and whines when Tim or Sylvia tell him he has to go to his bed. Max walks into clean glass doors. Max likes to chase butterflies and has accidentally eaten a bee. Max has drug Lori through the mud because he chased a squirrel and she wasn’t strong enough to hold him back. Max will sit in front of the couch and cry until whoever is asleep on it lets him up.

#soapie’s stuff #asks! #lee! #lee this is a blessing

[a-song-for-ages]

2: drabbles

Aemma longed for her dragon, who always knew the perfect ways to lift her spirits - it almost always involved taking to the sky... and, perhaps, it was the little dances she'd do upon seeing Aemma, her head twisting and turning one way and the next, wings flapping the slightest (causing strong winds, but not strong enough to knock little Aemma off her feet), and mouth opening to sings songs that filled the air.

She missed her dragon then, she decided, trailing unhappily after Jace and Luke, not remembering much of the place they once called home, or the memories that seemed so clear to Jace as he pointed out marks in the walls, some of which he claimed was her own doing. Aemma didn't believe a word he or Luke said, especially since it made her seem to be a barbarian - which she was not. She was gentle and she was kind and she was happy. And she was sure that she was the exact same when she was a child - a pleasure to have, and be around. (Scratch that - she. Was. Not.)

"Aemma!" Her oldest brother called, looking to her with a smile as he pointed to a hallway, saying, "These stairs, do you remember them?"

Aemma walked closer to where her brother stood, and when she found the stairs to be the same as any other, she asked, "Should I?" Her eyes still trained on them as a confused brow rose.

"You knocked Aegon down them when you ran from Luke after filling his bed with soil -"

"I remember that!" Luke said, conveniently, bringing Aemma to throw him a distrustful look.

"Why would I have done that, brother dearest?"

"Because you wanted to grow him flowers, and thought the best way to do that was to transform my bed into a garden."

Well... her intentions seemed sweet, until -

"And she also wished to have the worms she laid there burrow in my ears and eat my brains out -"

That brought Aemma to glare once more at Luke (changed her to being a younger sister to Luke, rather than his twin), before saying, "It's quite convenient how you both remember certain things when it only has to do with me."

"We're older," Jace said, putting an arm around her shoulder and Luke's. "Which means, we ought to remember more than this little head of yours," and he released Luke to flick her head, bringing her to hiss at him in irritation, swatting his hands away before he ran off - Luke laughing and following close by after him.

Now this - this, Aemma could remember, always chasing after Luke and Jace, always wanting to play with them, and them always running after Aegon and Aemond, the two other Princes in the castle. Helaena was the only other Princess, and while the Queen had them share lessons, and Rhaenyra encouraged her to spend time with her aunt, she often found her time with her to be stilted, never ending, and quite... well, boring. Not to mention, she once fell asleep in Helaena's company, and found herself covered in butterflies whose legs itched at her skin. Needless to say, after that, Aemma refused to spend her playtime with her aunt - she'd much rather spend it with her brothers, the boys, and learn whatever she could from them.

But, being boys, they hadn't wanted to share their company with a girl - so they often spurned her, or hid from her, or threw pranks on her... her Uncle Aemond, who was a victim to their pranks, seemed to get along with them when they banded together to lead her to a shallow hole they dug, filled with mud and cow's dung, and covered with fallen leaves.

Aemma remembered crying, mostly, after having set out to find them, but no matter the times Rhaenyra spoke to her boys, or spoke to her father, the boys never stopped... well, being boys.

[ssadumba55]

Love Finds A Way (Ian Malcolm X Reader)

Request: Hello!! I love your Ian malcolm x reader so far and I was just wondering if you could do another one (either set in the first or second movie) where ian and the reader get separated and it freaks Ian out until they find each other again and ian decides to confess his feelings maybe? Thanks!

A/N: Let's go! I've never written anything set in the first movie but that movie moves a lot faster so forgive me cutting through to get to the good bits. I spared you every dinosaur chase scene, you're welcome. Enjoy!

This trip was a mistake, you realized that now covered in mud and sitting in a tree.

Come along, Ian had suggested, it’ll be fun. It wasn’t fun now, you’d be sure to remind him of that… if you ever saw him again. Even though you had wanted to stay behind with Ian, Alan had convinced you to join him and the kids.

Now, the other three were getting some shuteye. How they could sleep with all of this around them, you would never know. You watched the Brachiosaurs eat from the safety of your vantage point. All the joy and wonder you had felt earlier on the tour was now gone, replaced with a feeling of dread deep in the pit of your stomach.

There was no way you were getting out of this alive, even with the help of the amazing Dr. Alan Grant. You had never been a fearless fighter or particularly intelligent.

“You’re still awake?” Dr. Grant asked softly. You had thought he was asleep but it appeared he’d just been resting eyes. He didn’t even look like the man you’d met earlier that day, each of his arms wrapped around one of the children he had despised.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m worried about Dr. Malcolm, that’s all.”

It was a fair worry, he was your friend and mentor. The two of you had spent a lot of time together both in the workplace and out. You liked to think there was an inseparable bond between the two of you, something that rarely anyone else had. No matter how many wives or girlfriends he went through, what was between you both would never change.

“He’s fine. As long as he stays still, even if the T. Rex circles back, he’ll live.”

Realistically, you knew he was right but still. Nobody but the four of you knew where he was and you had no idea how to get to the others. Worst vacation ever, Ian owed you one if the two of you got off this stinking island alive.

Meanwhile, Dr. Ian Malcolm was in a panic himself. His leg was in pain, but it was dull compared to his worry for you. Now that he wasn’t being chased by a giant meat eating dinosaur, he could think properly and he had noticed your absence.

There were two options; you were laying out there dead somewhere (which he hated to think about, that couldn’t be the one) or you were wherever Dr. Grant and Hammond’s grandchildren were.

“We should be out there looking for them,” he tried to shift but his leg was in worse shape than he thought. Ellie hurried forward, scolding him for moving and putting himself in pain. She was obviously worried for Alan as well, they had issues, the two of them.

Was being in love with a workplace friend a common occurrence because it seemed like they were in the exact same department and- Oh god, if you and Alan died they would never get to tell them. More importantly he would never get to tell you.

At some point, Gennaro and Ellie leave to go look for Arnold, leaving him and Hammond to guide them to where they needed to go. He tried to keep his head in the game as much as possible, his survival and the others depended on it but he was too worried about you.

This had to be some sick twisted joke the universe had decided to play on him, he didn’t tell the one he loved he loved them when he had the chance, he fooled around with so many people... and this was his sick and twisted comeuppance.

He supposed if that was what was going on he deserved it, but damn it if he didn’t wish his leg was better so he could be out there looking for you.

How many adults did it take to hold a door shut against one Velociraptor? Apparently, three. You, Alan and Ellie leaned against the door, trying your best to keep it shut while Lex and Tim figured out the computer system.

“This is where we die,” you muttered under your breath as Ellie tried desperately to reach for the shotgun that was just out of her grasp.

“You did it!” Tim shouted and just like that the locks were on the doors.

The relief was short lived, but such is life when you’re on a dinosaur infested island. The five of you escaped through the vents, making your way back to the main entrance of the visitors building. It was a race against time (and Velociraptors), but in the end, you all made it safely back to the ground and the T. Rex took care of the raptors.

“Come on,” Alan ushered the kids, you and Ellie out the front door. You felt like you were going to pass out just from the adrenaline. Hammond and Ian were waiting outside in the jeep but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to either of them as you climbed in. Alan said something but you leaned back in the jeep seat, releasing a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding.

You weren’t home safe yet but it sure felt like it.

After that, everything was a blur. The helicopter ride home was silent, everyone contemplating everything they had just witnessed on the island. For once, even the great Ian Malcolm had nothing to say.

You leaned against him and he let you, clearly just as happy as you were to be in the same vicinity once again.

Upon landing in Costa Rica, the group went their separate ways. Hammond went off with his grandchildren, Ellie needed medical care and Alan went with her, Ian needed his own care so you went with him. You wondered if you’d ever get to see those people again. It was a strange thing to bond over, but you felt like you were all that much closer now that you’d been through this together.

Ian was out for a while so you pulled up a chair and slept beside the hospital bed.

“(Y/n)?” You awoke to someone saying your name, visions of giant lizard monsters danced in your vision for a few moments longer as you blinked awake.

You would surely be having nightmares of that for a long time.

Ian was awake, he had shifted himself into a sitting position, his hand on yours. You met his eyes, there was a lot that needed to be said. You wanted to tell him everything that had happened, with Alan and the kids and the raptors and-

You hugged him instead, it was strange, even though the two of you were fairly close, neither of you had ever been huge fans of physical contact.

He hugged you back though.

“That was the worst vacation ever…” You whispered, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes.

He chuckled. “Next time you can pick, no more dinosaur islands. I promise.”

You suddenly became aware of the very little space between the two of you. This was the closest the two of you had ever been in a non joking manner. It felt like being separated from each other on a dinosaur infested island had changed something in your dynamic, though you weren’t sure what it was. The smile on his face faded slightly and he reached up, closing the distance between the two of you, hand gently pressed to your cheek.

That’s what it was. The dynamic between you two had DEFINITELY changed.

“I’ve, uh, always wanted to do that.” He sounded slightly guilty, pulling away.

There were butterflies in your stomach and somehow the world seemed to be spinning. You laughed nervously, something about experiencing this so soon after a near death experience was hilarious to you.

"Funnily enough, me too," you admit, pressing your forehead to his. It's really too soon to know what this really means or if this is all just a crazy reaction to being separated and not able to see each other but you don't even care.

You could put a label on it later, he would agree. For now the two of you had each other and you were never letting go. And if Ian asked you to sleep with him later that night and if the two of you awoke each other from nightmares screaming only to comfort each other, nobody else needed to know.

You'd always had a special bond. This just made it stronger.

#jurassic world imagine #jurassic park imagine #jurassic park x reader #ian malcolm x reader #ian malcolm imagine

[foodieforthoughts]

Hey foodie! I have two ideas in mind, but I'll submit one for now: how about you're at work or maybe running some errands with your son and Henry is at home with your daughter. Just a little something how Henry and his daughter spend their day together when you're not around. Maybe they play tea party or Barbie, go on a walk with Kal, watch Frozen, prepare dinner...when you return at home, your daughter doesn't stop talking about her day with her amazing dad ;') Thank you <3

Thank you for the request honey. I'm sorry I'm so late to get to this. But I hope you like this one. Although I think I took a different route for the end though. 😅💖

Title: Little Things

"Hello, love." Henry greeted you as you entered the living room with grocery bags. Your son followed you with his own shopping bags and a big smile on his face. Little Thomas was about to start school soon so the trip to the stores for supplies was necessary.

"Hey honey." You placed the bags on the island counter and kissed your husband's cheek. "Where's Lily?"

"She fell asleep while we were watching a movie, so I put her to bed." Henry helped his son with his bags, playfully ruffling Thomas's curly brown hair, much to the little boy's protests. "Dinner is almost ready, I'll wake her up."

"No, no." Hanging your scarf on the hook, you peeled your jacket off your shoulders and placed it next to the scarf. "I'll wake her up. You are an amazing husband by the way." You kissed him on the cheek again before making your way to your daughter's bedroom.

Lily's room, your personal favorite, was pink and white with fairy artwork on the walls. Tucked in her comfy bed, Lily looked angelic under the soft glow of the nightlight. Closing the door slowly behind you, you tiptoed towards your daughter and sat on the bed.

"Lily, darling, mumma's home." You ran your hand through her brown locks, pushing them away from her face. She stirred in her sleep before fluttering her brilliant blue eyes open with a big smile.

"Mummy, I missed you." She giggled, rubbing her hand over her eye.

"Did you have a fun day with daddy, sweetheart?"

Nodding enthusiastically, Lily sat up on the bed and scooted until she was sitting next to you. With a goofy grin on her face, she wrapped her tiny hands around your arm and rested her head against you.

"We took Kal for a walk in the park. Kal and I chased butterflies." She giggled cutely, looking up at you with a cheerful smile. "Kal got all dirty in the mud, so daddy and I gave him a bath after we came home."

"Did you splash water on you while he was drying his fur?" You pulled her up from the bed and sat her on your knee.

"Yes! My clothes got ruined, so daddy gave me a bath! We had the duckys, the dinos and even Superman just floating in the water."

The enthusiasm in her voice was making you smile, listening to her giddy sentences as she described the rest of her day. Halfway through her tale of 'Tea party with Daddy', Henry knocked on the door and peeked inside the room.

"Dinner's ready." He announced, entering the room with an apron tied around his waist. "Had a good nap, Princess?" He asked his daughter, crouching in front of you and resting his hand on your thigh for support.

"I fell asleep while we were watching a movie!" Lily exclaimed, bringing her hands to cover her mouth. "Did you finish it, daddy?"

"No. We'll watch the rest of it after dinner." Henry stood up straight, dimples indenting his cheeks with his smile. Lily jumped off your thigh as she excitedly ran out of the room.

"Where does she bring all that energy from?" You chuckled, standing up too while grabbing Lily's blanket to fold it properly.

"God only knows." Henry said before hugging your waist from behind. "Even with the two of them, why do I want more kids with you?"

"Excuse me, sir. They are already a handful. I don't think I can handle more." You rolled your eyes even though the thought of having another baby Cavill excited you.

"Are you sure?" Henry whispered, running his hands up your arms and leaning to kiss at your neck. "Maybe I can change your mind later tonight?" He teasingly let out a low growl, rubbing his groin gently against your bum.

But before you could ignore the growing desire in your loins and come up with a reply, screams from the dining room disrupted the quiet moment between the two of you. A chorus of "Mummy!" and "Dad!" sounded simultaneously, pulling a sigh from both of your lips. Henry rested his forehead on your shoulder, chuckling while realising that both your kids were fighting again.

"I think I should intervene before Lily karate chops her brother." He left a kiss on your cheek and turned to leave.

"Henry," you called out to him while fluffing Lily's pillow, halting him near the door. "You better be really convincing while trying to change my mind about baby number three."

He let out a loud laugh, a deep rumble from chest, before he saluted you and shouted a "will do, my lady" and made his way to control your screaming kids.

#ask foodie #henry cavill requests #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fluff #dad!henry cavill #henry cavill

[echos-newlegs]

Modern!Wrecker as a Country Boy/Redneck head canons:

Here is my one over Echo, I plan on doing the rest later!

These are all based off @spaceydragons original post! Please check out their blog they have some rad ideas 😌💙

Okay so Wrecker would be the aggressive hard-core one of the group

By aggressive I mean "not afraid to get dirty, BUT would not even harm a fly."

He is very soft and isn't too fond of hunting. He loves wildlife too much to hurt it

One time you and him were hiking and he found a baby bunny and nearly started bawling because of how cute it was.

You and him often go on nature walks

If you know a lot about nature and explain things to him about it he will love you for 1000+ years.

He loves hearing your passions

He will pick you up to set you on tree branches for giggles. Unless your scared of heights, then he won't.

Be ready to go mudding because he loves it, with his big truck that can get out of anything because him and Tech customized it.

He will also love you forever if you bake pies

You often have to chase his away from the kitchen while they're cooling(yes, he gets his own pie. We spoil him in this household)

10/10 piggy back rides

Your feet are tired? Piggy back ride

You're sad? Piggy back ride

You're sick? Piggy back ride to the living room if you wanna lay on the couch because he will not let you do anything BUT sleep

Everyone thinks he's well- dumb, but he's actually really smart.

He may not be book smart, but he is street smart

He can fix vehicles like no other

He taught you everything you know about vehicles

Oh, you also better hope you aren't allergic to dogs because he comes home with a new one at least once a month

So be thankful tbb has a lot of land they own

When you two first start dating he's afraid you won't like how rowdy he can get, and how messy he can be, but you don't mind one bit and he loves you for it.

He saw you playing with Omega once and his heart melted. He thought he was going to combust with how adorable it was

Man will eat everything you cook

Even if it's the first time you made something and it didn't turn out great

He doesn't care, he will do anything to see that pretty smile of yours

Idkw but I feel like he asked you out by saying, "wanna be the cowgirl to my cowboy?" And everyone was astounded that 1. He overcame his awkwardness and thought of the line and 2. That you said yes.

Wrecker will never admit he heard Echo use it once at 79s

Wrecker loves picking you flowers, unless you have really bad allergies

Then he refrains and just points out the pretty ones that reminds him of you when you go on your walks.

When the two of you go to town he helps you pick out plants for the garden

He has his own flower garden and you cannot change my mind

But I feel like ladybugs frighten him

He got bit by a cornbug(they look like lady bugs) once when he was younger and it traumatized him

He likes watching the bees, but if they get too close he screams and runs inside

Same with wasps and spiders

Once he was attacked by a Pray Mantis and he has now decided he only likes butterflies and moths

He LOVES lifting you up to help you pick from the fruit trees 🥺🥺

If he sees you struggling to reach. Instead of reaching for you

He also loves swimming with you.

He grabs you by the waist and lifts you up, or sets you on his shoulders.

You often find him walking around with one of your hens under his arm.

He calls himself the chicken whisperer because only he can pick them up without them running away.

The two of you always win at the game chicken against his brothers and the 501st

Only time he's been jealous was when you paid more attention to a dog than you did him on one of his needy days

Other than that he's not really a jealous type. He trusts you

Oh, he also loves tractors and will take you for rides in them

Tractor rides can occasionally get steamy as well iykyk

He has ptsd and nightmares from the war and you are always what calms him

Even just your gentle breaths and presence in his arms while you sleep next to him is enough to calm him down.

He gave Lula to Omega, so for his birthday you made him a Lula 2.0 out of an old dress/shirt of yours and an old flannel of his. The dress/shirt was one of his favorites that you wore, but it was old and ripping so you put it to good use.

If you guys get a place of your own you occasionally steal Omega, and Cuts kids on weekends because you and Wrecker are the best Aunt/Uncle and Uncle

This man will sing to you out of the blue and is a really good singer. I don't make the rules

Man makes you blush after he's been working outside for a while 😳

Oh, you also get to borrow his oversized shirts and flannels

He also will save up money to buy you matching bracelets or necklaces

He would get a locket with you in it so he always has you by his heart 😌

In conclusion. He is a wholesome man, looking for a lover who would get muddy with him.

I could write more but it is currently 1am 😭

I might make another post for more ideas later or just write him a small drabble for wholesome purposes

Tags

@andiebell2023 @kaitou2417 @murdertoothpick

If you want tagged in future posts comment "future tag"!

#wrecker #wrecker x reader #bad batch wrecker #the bad batch #wrecker the bad batch #bad batch x reader #modern star wars #star wars #country #i love him more everyday

[m-iswriting]

Mariposa

Bruno Madrigal x OC (Jimena Montoya)

Synopsis: One summer day, while chasing butterflies, Jimena comes across a lonely looking boy.

The story of how Bruno and Jimena first met.

A/N: Hi! This story takes place before the movie, when both Bruno and Jimena are 8. This is my first story for Encanto, and feedback is highly appreciated.

gif by @lovewillthaw-j

Jimena had always loved the river. 

She relished the feel of the cool water flowing between her fingers, playing in the mud despite knowing how angry her mother would get if she ruined her dress, picking the wild flowers that grew just about the riverbank and wearing them in her hair.

Most of all, Jimena loved the butterflies. It seemed as if there were a thousand of them that lived there, fluttering and flying as she watched. 

This one day, after Jimena had finished helping her parents at the bakery, she ran off to the river, her eyes wide with wonder as she saw a pair of beautiful long wings, blue with pink spots, resting on top of a flower. She inched closer, looking at the butterfly intently, when a loud thumping sound made it fly away.

Angrily, she turned around, ready to scold whoever scared the butterfly away, when she heard little sniffing sounds from behind the bush. With the same care she had employed with the butterfly, Jimena approached the bush, taking a peek.

A boy, the same age as her, was sitting on the ground, his knees against his chest. Jimena tilted her head, trying to remember where she had seen him before. 

"Bruno Madrigal?" she asked, her face lighting up in recognition. "What are you doing here?"

Bruno looked up at her, green eyes wide with fear. Frantically, he beckoned Jimena, pointing to the spot next to him. Curiosity getting the better of her, Jimena jumped over the bush and sat down beside him.

“I am Jimena, by the way. Jimena Montoya. Now, why are we behind a bush?”

"I am hiding," Bruno said in a hushed voice, looking around to check if anybody else was around, "from Carlos Hernández." Jimena gagged on hearing his name. 

"I hate Carlos Hernández." Her mamá always said that hate is a strong word, one she should not use so easily, but it was true. She hated him. "Why are you hiding from him?" Jimena asked. 

Bruno shrugged. "He didn't like the vision I showed him, so he is going to beat me up"

Jimena cocked her head to the side. Everyone knew about the Madrigals and their gifts, but Jimena wasn't sure about the exact derails. Could Julieta's food cure any illness? Did Pepa's cloud follow her around all the time? There was another one, one she found herself asking Bruno.

"Can you control what you see in the vision?"

"No!" Bruno said quickly, sounding almost desperate. “No, your future is set. Nothing can change it. I only tell them what's bound to happen,”

“Well then,” Jimena began decidedly, as if announcing some divine judgement, “Carlos Hernández is stupid.” Bruno let out a surprised laugh. “He can’t just beat you for something that’s not your fault,” she continued, before pausing for a moment, considering thoughtfully. “I think we should flour him,” she finally declared.

“Huh?” Bruno asked blankly.

“Oh, Carlos always bothers my sister, even when she tells him to stop. So, one day I took a bag of flour and hung it from his door. When he opened it, poof!” she gestured with her hands. “It fell all over him. He looked hilarious.” The imagery of the tall, domineering Carlos Hernández  covered head to toe with flour was indeed hilarious, and Bruno giggled despite himself.

“Mamá was furious when she found out,” Jimena cautioned warily. “But if we are really, very careful, we might get away with it.”

“Oh, no,” Bruno said, “We can’t flour him. Mamá and Julieta will be so very disappointed if they find out.”

“Not Pepa?” Jimena asked curiously.

“No, Pepa might help if we tell her,” Bruno smiled as Jimena laughed. “But it's not just Carlos,” he continued, more soberly .”I usually see bad things in my visions, you see, so most people get angry with me.” 

“Oh,” Jimena said, sighing regrettably. “I don’t suppose we can flour the entire town, can we?”

“We will run out of flour halfway through,” Bruno said with a sad smile.

Jimena nodded, and lifted herself, dusting off her skirt. “Well then, I suppose you’ll need to come to a friend to cheer you up whenever someone is being a jerk to you again.”

Bruno looked down, crestfallen. “I don’t have any friends,” he said miserably. No one wants to play with me, except for my sisters, but they are busy with their gifts most of the time.”

“I can be your friend!” Jimena said enthusiastically. 

Bruno shook his head nervously. “Oh, you don’t want to be friends with me. I am a handful.”

“I have two hands!” she said excitedly. As if to prove her point, Jimena stretched out  her arms and helped Bruno up on his feet. 

“Bruno Madrigal, will you be my friend?”

“Jimena Montoya,” Bruno said giddily, “I will be your friend.”

A butterfly flew over, landing on the bush. Vaguely, Jimena realised it was the same one she had been looking at moments before, before she met the little boy behind the bush.

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[anika-ann]

The Fall Tale (S.R.)

(Of Fallen Leaves and Falling Dames)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader    Word Count: 3400

Summary: 

You just wanted to take advantage of the joy that the fall provides. You just wanted to be silly for a bit, let go of the adulting and feel as carefree as a kid again.

It gets enormously out of hand, but you find yourself unable to complain at the turn of events.

Prompt: one involving the fall, colourful leaves and a meet-cute (full prompt at the end of the fic as to not spoil the plot)

Warnings: swearing and tooth-rotting fluff (no really, it’s dripping sweetness as a damn maple sirup)… kids involved, not reader’s

A/N: For wonderlandmind4 challenge. Thanks for letting me participate in such awesome challenge! I adore this prompt! I hope you’ll get many sweet followers and that you’ll enjoy the submitted fics!

A/N 2: the lovely fall devider by firefly-graphics

The air was crisp, almost biting against our skin, but for the first time in a while, you didn’t mind one bit – even if your outfit was clueing otherwise.

The last October week was an unpleasant thing for multiple reasons, but the weather really was the cherry on top of your bittersweet cake; saying that was you being dramatic as hell, the past few days had only required of you to run many many adult errands, but still.

The gloomy morning fog that often lingered, overstaying its welcome, the cold wind and the absence of sun was beginning to take its toll on you, painfully reminding that the ‘sweater weather’, better-known to you as the ‘witch-bitch autumn time’, had long chased Indian summer away. You hated this kind of weather.

Colourful leaves, sun seeping through the clouds, playing with the vivid yellow, orange, red and remaining green in the treetops? God bless.

The kind of weather which this week graced you with, more or less requiring to keep your mouth covered with a scarf when going out? No, nope sire, shove it.

Today, however, a small miracle occurred; despite the yucky morning drizzle and downright icy wind, sunrays found their way through the clouds, illuminating you path as you had decided to reward yourself for the boring adulting-filled morning you pushed through.

The park was mostly quiet, the majority of New York City citizens clearly discouraged by the slick traps of mud and fallen leaves and the reluctant rise of temperature. Walking in the alley lined with maples and oaks felt like a dream, the uneasy feeling, tied to the many responsibilities to your person, that had been clutching at your gut subdued, the weight falling from your shoulders and allowing you to breathe in. Smile even grazed your lips as you spotted a dark-skinned man practically serving like a jungle gym to two kids, whose laughter was brought to you by the wind.

God, you wished to be a kid just for a moment again! (And the opportunity to climb that broad-shouldered man was only a part of the reason.)

You snickered under your breath, your gaze moving on—and falling onto a pile of fallen and neatly raked leaves by an old oak roughly three hundred feet from you.

Your smile widened. Someone from above was clearly sending you a signal and a wordless approval of your need for some child-like behaviour – because damn, was there anything more childish that wanting jump right into those leaves?

Your mind helpfully supplied you with an image of kids stomping into a puddle and jumping in that muddy mess and you came to conclusion that there were worse things you could do. Laundry day was ahead anyway.

With one goal ahead, chanting that you deserved a break from adulting, you quickened your pace and approached the pile with determination. You spun around, chuckling to yourself and trying hard not to think about the poor person who had worked on raking the leaves so hard, you spread your arms wide, closed your eyes in bliss and let yourself fall to the soft natural bedding.

The collision with something hard came sooner than expected, causing a startled yelp erupt from your throat – mostly because the mass your body met with moved and grunted.

You quickly spun away, literally falling on your ass when you tried to stand up again. A head peeked out from the pile of colourful leaves, followed by impossibly large frame of a man sitting up.

You sat there with our mouth open in mute awe, heart pounding in your chest, head spinning from both the shock and abrupt movements.

Still, you had enough wits to notice two things.

One, the man was gorgeous. Blond hair slightly ruffled by the wind and his previous hideout, startlingly bright blue eyes framed by unfairly thick and long eyelashes, plush lips, sharp jaw—and gosh, you didn’t think you had even seen shoulders so broad and arms begging to be wrapped in so prominently.

Two, the man, obviously, had leaves in his hair, a tiny smidge of mud on his cheek, his clothes, while rather fine and as if stolen from a sports catalogue, damp and little dirty; and he was frowning at you. And kinda gaping. Probably hurting too – the impact for you had been unpleasant, but it must have seriously hurt him.

And yet, instead of apologizing to him for this absurd situation, a whole different sentence left your lips as you were still seated on your ass on the wet ground, palms supporting you on your sides.

“What the hell are you doing here, hiding in a pile of leaves?!” you shrieked, the high-pitched sound as embarrassing as your reaction. You gulped when the real-life Adonis in front of you grimaced, cleaning himself of some of the leaves stuck in his hair. Your fingers might have twitched in urge to help him, but your mind went entirely elsewhere, another thing occurring to you. “Could you even breathe in there?!”

Clearly, he could, since he was perfectly fine.

Bravo, you genius, why couldn’t you figure that out before asking such a stupid question?

He stared at you for another moment too long, apparently as taken aback by the situation at hand as you were… and then he chuckled, his hand scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Eh, yeah, I could. And I was… uhm-“ he beckoned to the trio you had noticed earlier, the man who was probably babysitting for a friend, and you let out a silent oh as a victorious yell carried through the park “-playing hide and seek. Are you okay?”

The question was so softly spoken, a timid smile creeping to his lips and your heart melted an instant, laughter bubbling in your chest at the ridiculous predicament you found yourself in.

Talk about an embarrassing meet-cute with the most beautiful (yes, beautiful) man you could ever imagine. What else could you do but laugh… and perhaps fall in love a bit? You had jumped at him and he was asking if you were okay.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you assured him, returning the smile, not any less sheepish. His eyes lit up even more and your heart, finally slowing down a bit, started racing again. You must have hit your head and now you were making this guy up, right? There was no way a man like this actually walked the Earth. “Are you though?”

One corner of his lips rose higher as he climbed to his feet, dusting off his palms as much as he could, and gentlemanly offered you a hand to help you stand up. You could swoon at that moment.

“Worse things happened to me than having a pretty woman land on me.”

Uhh, a smooth talker when he wanted to be. Would you look at that.

You accepted his hand just for the sheer indulgence and to make sure you actually hadn’t imagined him, because this--- this specimen was talking to you and flirting with you. Doubting his existence was only natural.

His calloused palm tugged you up gently with barely any effort, the warmth of his skin seeping into yours and you had to force yourself to let go.

“Well, I’m glad. And uhm… I’m sorry. I really didn’t expect to--eh, you know,” you gestured awkwardly between him and the messed-up pile in a place of an explanation. He only shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours, a spark of laughter in them. “Question still stands though. Why would you hide here of all places? Kids love jumping into these.”

His eyebrows shot up and he chuckled, looking you up from head to toe. You felt a rush of blood warming your cheeks when you realized what a dishevelled picture you must have made and you self-consciously dusted off your clothes as if it had any effect.

“And yet it was you who jumped. Interesting,” he mused in a teasing manner, with no malice in his voice as he called you out on your child-like antics.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, grinning self-depreciatingly. You had totally walked into that one.

“I-uhm… I have a young soul…?”

The god amongst men huffed a laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling and fuck, you really were falling hard by the second. He was—no words existed in English language to describe what a looker and charmer he was. The infamous butterflies flipped their wings wildly in your stomach, the slight embarrassment, while lingering, you barely acknowledged when the man laughed at your joke.

A sudden movement to your right startled you along with a heavy thud of feet and you yelped for the second time that afternoon, instinctively jumping away; your feet slipped on the wet ground and you prepared yourself for an unwanted meeting with the ground-

Only to land in Steve’s arms, curling around you protectively, sending your heart plummeting on the park floor – both in fright and dizziness, because shit he was warm and strong and over the natural scent of the park that lingered on his clothes, you got a whiff of his cologne and detergent and whatever and gosh, he smelled so good too. And his face was now in dangerous proximity and his beaty was even more startling up close and you could die a happy woman right here.

You found yourself so intoxicated that it took you a while to follow his gaze to the source of your current predicament; another man, just as ridiculously fit (what the hell was happening today, first the kid guy, then the charming blondie and now this brunet), with a shit-eating grin on his lips.

“Is all good, dollface. Steve here is an old soul, you’ll make a perfect match,” the man hummed as a thumping of several pair of feet shook the ground, announcing the incoming trio, still too far to overhear your absurd conversation.

The cheekiness of the newcomer and the fact he had just dropped from a freakin’ tree only to land right next to you would be annoying if he hadn’t just called you a good match to Steve and hadn’t finally reveal your handsome stranger’s name.

Steve.

He kinda looked like a Steve.

Steve sighed, sounding bone-tired because of his friend’s attitude. “Dammit, Bucky. Give the dame here a heart-attack, why don’t you?”

Dame?

“Got her in your arms, didn’t it?” Bucky retorted nonchalantly and as if in slow motion, Steve glanced down at you as he held you securely to his frame, appearing to realize your proximity for the first time. He swiftly helped you to find your footing for the second time that day and let go, causing you miss his warmth in an instant. “Hey there. This was so funny to watch that I forgive you for compromising our positions.”

Your cheeks felt like on fire again.

Sadly, you didn’t get a chance to come up a snarky remark as the ‘seekers’ finally reached you with booming laughter.

“We found you, Uncle Steve! And Uncle Bucky! Do we get the hot chocolate?” the girl around eight years old asked excitedly as she grabbed Steve’s arm and tugged on it as if she already wanted him to lead the way towards what you assumed was the promised sweet treat.

Truth to be told, your heart might have skipped a beat in relief upon learning that your new flirty buddy wasn’t the father. Also, you almost swooned, again, when he scooped the girl to his arms – correction, arm – and booped the girl’s nose, making her giggle. The image pulled at your heartstrings and you didn’t even bother analysing the fact that you felt such intense emotions after barely meeting the guy.

“Of course we do, Lila! They promised!” the boy, of whom you guessed was maybe two years younger, stated as if it was clear as day. Then, he swiftly took advantage of his new tree to climb – Bucky.

The man whom you seen earlier with them huffed.

“Not sure if it’s a good idea to feed them more sugar,” he questioned, sceptical. Then he turned to you, flashing you a smile that seemed kind despite his next words. “Hi. Thanks for your tremendous help. You sentenced us to an afternoon with sugar-fuelled monsters.”

Your eyebrows rose at such accusation, challenging, as you were not about to take the blame.

“Pretty sure you did that when you agreed to babysit.”

“Okay, that’s a fair point, I suppose.”

“It is,” you sassed him back.

Despite that, you couldn’t but make an offer. Not because you felt too guilty for ‘compromising Steve’s position’ – but because you couldn’t pass at the potential opportunity to spend more time with th--- yeah, mainly with Steve, who were you kidding. Though they all seemed like a funny bunch.

Yet, you eyed Steve as you worried your teeth over your lower lip. “However, since you’ve been made because of me, I might treat you guys a coffee? In a café that won’t kick us out despite the state of our clothes?”

Steve’s eyes met yours and even if he was beat to speaking by Lila, you could tell that he liked the proposition. Whether it was because of an intense coffee craving or liking the idea of not parting ways with you yet (he had been flirting!), you couldn’t tell.

You hoped for the latter.

“Yes! The nice lady will buy coffee for you grown-ups and we get a hot chocolate! Yay!”

All the grown-ups couldn’t but smile at the girl’s enthusiasm.

“Well, the nice lady needs to know that she doesn’t have to do that. But I could use some caffeine,” Steve said politely, a twinkle of mischief in his eye. “But we all know we shouldn’t let a stranger walk us to god-knows-where, don’t we? No matter how pretty they are. Does the nice lady have a name?”

Ah, the smooth talked was back. And if Bucky’s and the other man’s smirks were anything to go by (or the look they exchanged for that matter), they were both amused and impressed by his flirting skills.

You introduced yourself then, shaking hands with Lila and her brother Cooper’s hand, followed by Bucky’s (with some difficultees as he was a bit occupied with the climbing Cooper) and then Sam’s. Steve shifted Lila from one arm to the other, just like that-- Jesus he was strong, and shook your hand as well, his touch lingering a little.

You certainly didn’t complain.

“It’s settled then. Lead the way,” Sam beckoned to you, before he stared down the two youngsters. “And you, down, you were full of energy a minute ago, you can walk just fine without these two carrying you.”

“Yes, Uncle Sam,” sounded unison from the kids, and you snicked, a picture of a leaflet asking men to join the army flickering in front of your eyes at the addressing.

Looking back, it should have dawn to you right then. Hell, you even considered that they might have all been a part of some law enforcement, or maybe firefighters, judging by their built, but the obvious didn’t occur to you; not until you reached the café and got questioned by your friend about when you had adopted three Avengers and two kids.

You stopped dead in your tracks upon Jill’s exclamation, your whole body freezing – including your brain.

Steve.

Bucky.

Sam.

Their ridiculously ripped bodies. Steve being an old soul, for Christ’s sake!

Oh no.

The air was tense for several seconds as you reconciled with the fact that you had had found yourself landing on Captain America twice today and that you had met the Falcon and the Winter Soldier while they were babysitting of all things.

“Pretty sure that now we’ve been made,” Sam uttered, causing you break from your trance. To your own surprise, a half-insane chuckle erupted from our throat, the sound being just another reason to hide your face in your palms, wishing for the floor to swallow you. The cheek you showed to damn superheroes! “Well, it was fun while it lasted and she treated you like the dorks you are.”

Huh?

“Look who’s talking, birdbrain,” Bucky huffed and based on the audio, since you sort of eliminated your visual input by hiding behind your hands, it sounded as if Bucky pulled Sam and the kids away, leaving you and Steve alone by the counter with a swift ‘you know our orders, punk’ thrown over his shoulder.

When Steve didn’t say anything for what felt like an eternity and a half, you spread your fingers so you could peek at him between them; you found him smiling at you patiently, but the twinkle from his eye, the one you had already learned to adore, was gone.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any disrespect, or-“

Steve – Captain America – shook his head, slowly reaching out to gently grasp your forearms to make you lose the barrier created from your hands. The movement was very slow and easy to spot so you could stop him if you wanted; because of course, he would respect your boundaries, he was a gentleman from the past century. You let him; you gave up to the pressure, but fixed our gaze on the floor, unable to face him fully as he released your arms.

“Hey. No worries. It was actually really nice to be just a weird guy who got jumped on, because he was hiding in a pile of raked leaves,” he admitted kindly and that had you raise your eyes to his again, finding nothing but honesty in his brilliant irises. “It was really nice to think I might have had a shot with a gal like you even being just that guy.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, your breath hitching in hope.

Wait, hold on a second, did that mean—but- certainly you weren’t that lucky, you-

“Uhm… it- it was?” you stuttered, mesmerized by the comeback of the twinkle to his eyes as he smiled wider and nodded. Your pulse skyrocketed, your head spinning for a bit because of what he was implying. He really liked you? “Oh. That’s… he did have a shot for sure. He—uhm, he was pretty charming.”

A shot? Like thousand of them! A million!

You wouldn’t even dare to dream about a guy like Steve being interested in you – he was so out of your league. Showing as much as a mild interest and you’d jump after the chance despite questioning the reality of it all – you kinda wanted to pinch yourself.

If he wanted to give you two a try and see you again… gee, who were you to protest. Already you had been falling for his gorgeous smile and stupidly handsome face… and body. And flirting. And-

He searched your face for a short moment and only then it dawned to you that with the words you used, it might have sounded as if he didn’t have that shot anymore. But he must have understood what you meant from what he read in your expression, because he took a tiny step closer to you.

All of sudden, you found it incredibly hard to breathe, as if your racing heart and spinning head wasn’t dangerous enough; you were almost afraid to breathe in, because if you got another whiff of him, you might jump him right here and now.

Focus.

Steve’s smile was bright as were his eyes, his voice only carrying a trace of self-consciousness as he spoke. “And now? Do I still have it?”

With sudden surge of confidence, your fingers brushed his hand as you glanced at him from under your eyelashes; his smile when you squeezed his hand could power a good part of Manhattan.

“Yeah. I think I’d like him to take me out for coffee or something…” Your gaze flickered to the boot padded with towels, which you got from the friendly owner in order to not let the hide-and-seekers dirty the cushions, and you couldn’t but grin cheekily. “Preferably without four children to babysit.”

Steve reciprocated the squeeze of your hand first and then burst out laughing when you finished, watching you as if you were the greatest and funniest thing that ever happened to him in like a month – which, as far as the humour went, it might have been.

“You got yourself a deal.” And as if you weren’t already halfway in love with him, he raised your still connected hands and landed a brief kiss on the back of yours. “I can’t wait.”

The Winter Tale - sequel

S.R. masterlist

Thank you for reading! 

Our fall weather does suck momentarily, so I hope your doesn’t and if it does that this warmed you up a bit.

Full prompt: Jumping into a pile of colourful leaves. Only to accidentally land on a body hiding in the leaves as a stake out or game and now their position is compromised (Fall)

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[nad-zeta]

Headcanon: MC taking care of the boys’ pets feat; Leonardo, Sabastian, Comte and Dazai

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Leonardo

Leonardo had a couple of errands to run in town and his little kitten was being rather clingy

Leo had a full day planned of helping the towns’ people, most of which were somewhat superstitious when it came to pitch-black cats

He looked over at you peacefully sleeping away and gently leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, “Cara mia I have a few errands to run today, would you mind keeping Lumiere company while I’m away?”

He smiled as you groggily mumbled something

At the sound of his name, the back kitten jumped up onto the bed and curiously looked up at Leo

“I’ll be back soon Lumiere be a good kitten while I’m gone,” he gave the cat a final head pat, before leaning down to place a final parting kiss on your cheek

You lazily reached out to scoop up the little kitten and bring him into a warm embrace as you continued to sleep in

You woke up the playful kitten clawing at you face, bouncing around on your bed in an attempt to play with you

The second you got up the little cat got a fright and dove under the covers only to reappear moments later, to wish you a good moring by rubbing his body against your arm as he purred

Lumiere watched from the bed tail swishing from side to side, as you lazily got dressed and ready for the day

You made your way to the dining room with the small black cat in tow

After the little creature had eaten his breakfast he started pouncing on your feet as you sat and finished your breakfast

You couldn’t help but adopt the cat’s playful mood as a mischievous smiled crossed your face, the second you saw the van Gogh brothers enter into the dining room

The minute the two newcomers entered into the room Lumiere’s attention was on them

The little kitten couldn’t help but start playing with the grumpier Van Goghs scarf

Both you and Vincent locked eyes and giggled as the gruff brother was blissfully unaware of the cat destroying his scarf as he ate his beloved pancakes

Once the pancakes had been devoured Theo’s gaze drifted down to the little critter playing with the ends of his scarf

He fell back on his chair and let out a shriek

Both you and Vincent broke out laughing as Theo finally discovered the little kitten playing by his feet

You couldn’t help but chase Theo around the mansion with the little kitten, to get him back for all the times he and Arthur had pranked you

After spending a better part of the morning terrorizing Theo, you and Lumier found a warm spot in front of the library window to take a nap

Which lasted much longer than anticipated as when you woke up you were cuddled in Leo’s arms with the kitten curled up in a ball nestled in the crook of Leo’s neck

Sabastian

You woke up that morning with a sticky note stuck to your forehead

Groggily you sat up and read the little note left to you by Sabastian

It had said that he had some urgent business in town and that he needed someone to feed and keep his dear little pet company for a few hours

You were slightly confused as you never realized that Sabastian had a pet

You had met everyone in the mansions furry, feathery and prickly companions but have yet to meet Sabastian’s

He indicated that his beloved pet was in the last room in the stables

You smiled thinking that perhaps Sabastian had been a secret equestrian and had a beautiful pet horse

You got up and dressed, and make your way to the stables

You walked through the rows of beautiful horses when you finally reached the end

You opened the stable door and was shocked as you had come upon a lavishly decorated room

And instead of finding a horse, you found a snow while lamb peacefully sleeping in a pile of the fluffiest blankets, you had ever seen

The second the little thing heard you, he bounced up and curiously pranced his way towards you

He rubbed his head against your hand affectionately as he let out a content “meh”

The little creature then skipped out of the stables and to the mansion’s kitchen and looked up at you expectingly

That’s when you remembered that you were supposed to serve him some breakfast

You opened the kitchen cupboard designated for the mansion’s residents pet’s food, and found a bottle

You then filled the bottle with milk and fed the little lamb, you honestly enjoyed the experience so much that you made a mental note to ask Sabastian if you could feed the lamb every morning

Once the sweetheart had, had his fill, he jumped around excitedly and full of energy.

He gave you a small headbutt as if asking you to play with him.

You smiled as you chase after the snow white lamb wondering if this is how Sabastian’s spent his early mornings before getting breakfast service ready

After a while, you were so tired and out of breath that you flopped down to lay on the plush grass

The little lamb skipped over to you and nuzzled you affectionately before hopping off to case some butterflies in the field

You sat on the grass for a few moments watching the sweet scene before you

You panicked for a moment when you saw Arthur’s dog, start to chase after Sabastions dear pet

But relaxed when you saw that sweet little Vic was continuing your game of tag with the lamb

Sabastian made his way up to you and plonked himself down beside you on the grass wearing a fond smile

“Thank you for feeding Lotte this morning for me.”

Comte

Comte had a day full of meetings with some important people out of the mansion

He sat at his desk and looked down at the letter before him

His little ferret, Thyme, was peacefully resting on his lap enjoying the feeling of Comte’s gentle hands stroking his soft fur

Comte sighed as he summoned Sabstian over to let him know the plans for the day.

Usually, Sabastian would watch his sweet little ferret while he was away, but today he needed Sabastian by his side, as he took care of important business

Suddenly you appeared carrying a tray of tea and snacks for the pureblood and he smiled a charming smile at you

He beckoned you to take a seat and enjoy some tea with him

He asked you the favour of watching his beloved pet while he was gone for the day

You beamed up at Comte and nodded.

Comte stood up and placed his beloved little Thyme on your lap as he and Sabastian made their way into town.

The ferret looked up at you expectingly as he walked a little circle on your lap in an attempt to get comfortable once more.

Finally comfortable the little critter started barking at you as if to say “Please pet me”

When you finally started petting the little creature, he let out happy chittering sound

You spend most of the afternoon with the little critter curled up in your lap as you stroked his soft fur and read

Waking up from his afternoon nap, thyme was full of energy and ready to play

He jumped down from your lap and ran over to a chest in the corner of Comte’s room.

The second you opened the box the little creature climbed in and pulled out a ball

The excited little critter started running around the room with the little ball, barking in delight

Soon the noodle creature escaped the confines of the room and made his way straight to the garden

You ran after the little guy only to find him playing in a puddle of mud

The second the critter spotted you he made a beeline for you and jumped into your arms. His once soft snow-white fur was now covered in mud.

You decided to give the little trouble maker a bath to restore his soft snow-white fur to its former glory

This playful creature was having a ball playing with the little bath toys that Comte had bought for him, as you cleaned his fur,

He hopped and splashed about the water without a care in the world, until you were thoroughly soaked.

He whined when you took him out warm water and placed him on the ground, however that was short-lived, as soon he started happily chirping away at being towel-dried

Thyme honestly loved the attention

You had noticed that in Thyme’s little chest, Comte had kept small outfits for the little creature, so you decided to play dress-up with the ball of energy

You sat in front of the chest filled with various cute little outfits, you finally decided on a yellow dress with sunflowers

Thyme absolutely loved playing dress-up and the second, the dress was secured he scurried over to a small mirror to check himself out

You laughed as the little ferret started doing a few poses in front of the mirror,

Even more so, when you placed a tiny flower-crown on his head

Comte walked into the room and couldn’t help but chuckled at the sight of his beloved pet running over to him to show off his cute little outfit

Dazai

Dazai’s books started gaining a lot of traction under the people of Paris and his agent had summoned him to do a book signing of his newest release

Dazai had been writing under an alias for a while now, and was low key surprised that his newest books had become so popular

His agent had given him no choice in the matter forcing him to do the signing.

Dazai, however, had one major problem, who was going to keep his sweet little bird company while he was away

He looked out his bedroom window and spotted you outside in the garden reading a book.

He hopped out the window and made his way to the garden to ask you the favour

You now found yourself in Dazais room holding the tiny bird, as Dazai thanked you for watching his companion and affectionately ruffled the little bird’s feathers with his fingertips

The second Dazai left the room the sweet little bird flew over to the stack of papers on Dazai’s desk and started tearing them up

Your eyes went wide as you weren’t exactly sure what to do, you hoped that whatever the little creature was tearing up hadn’t been of too much importance

You sat on his chair and watched the bird cheerfully chirping away as he happily tore up the papers into shreds and then proceeded to make a little makeshift nest in the corner of Dazai’s desk

Once the little bird was satisfied he hopped into the little nest and looked up at you

The second he noticed the bag of seeds you were holding, he excitingly hopped his way over to you, accidentally spilling some ink on the desk

The little bird without a care in the world, tracked small ink footprints all over Dazai’s desk to get to where you were sitting

You smiled as you placed a few seeds in the palm of your hand and watched as the bird happily ate them

In the distance, you could hear Mozart playing the piano and you heart absolutely melted, when the little bird comfortably nestled himself in the palm of your hand and chirped along to the tune

Once the song ended the little birds face dropped

You decided to cheer him up by singing a little song of your own

You were super surprised as the bird now happily chirped along to the song that you were singing

Suddenly little Buntas eyes lit up as he got an idea. Still singing you curiously eyed the bird as he found a little bell

He flew back to you, rest in your palm now shaking the small bell ball and chirping along to your song

The little guy was honestly so cute you couldn’t help but carefully pet him

The little bird returned you affection by giving the palm of your hand an affectionate head rub

As Bunta hopped around your palm he noticed your gold bracelet

Bunta LOVES shiny things

The little bird tried to steal your bracelet off your arm by gently pulling at it with his little beak

You giggled slightly, as the bird started getting frustrated, and decided to take off the bracelet and hand it to him

The second the bracelet was freed the little bird carried it in his beak and flew to his cage where he placed it on his little swing in front of the mirror

You couldn’t help but laugh at the little bird, as he added your golden bracelet to his shiny treasure-trove of stolen jewellery

You could tell this little bird had been stealing shiny belongings from all the residents for a while now

You spotted a golden pocket watch, cufflinks, buttons, earrings and even one of vincents paintbrushes.

By the time Dazai got home from his book signing, he found you cleaning up the mess Bunta had made while the bird watched you from his tiny swing, happily chirping away

That’s the end of that hehe hope ya guys enjoyed this! 🥰☺And I hope everybody is having a good day! :)🦊🦋❤

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You Make It Hard to Miss You | Connor Brashier

A/n: here is part 2 of Saying Goodbye, so sorry for the wait. Also, I cried writing this so oops.

Summary: You and Connor are trying to navigate this whole long distance thing, but it’s not seeming much like long distance.

Warnings: angst mostly (I cried while writing it, so like, I lowkey hope you do too or I’m not doing something right)

Word count: 3.2k

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The first two weeks are the hardest. He’s been so busy with classes, getting accustomed to campus life and everything there that he hasn’t really had time to talk. And while the first week was supposed to be syllabus week, he already had homework. So our texts were minimal, our talks were short, and our FaceTime calls consisted mostly of him trying to do homework while I worked on editing photos with little to no conversation going on until I eventually just fell asleep.

It was… hell, to say the least. And nights were the worst because part of me is still expecting him to show up at my window like he did literally almost every night before. So that’s probably what makes this the hardest. I knew from the beginning that him leaving was going to be hard. I knew it was gonna put a strain on us. We went from seeing each other every day at school, and practically spending every moment of our weekends together, for two years – well, almost. Our two year anniversary is at the end of next month. But that’s not the point. The point is he’s moving on with his life, as he should because he needs to focus on school and working toward his career. And I’m so tremendously proud of what he’s doing and where he’s going. I am.

It just… Well, it still hurts though.

My thumb hovers over the call button. I know I shouldn’t call him. It’s late and he’s probably sleeping, or he’s busy with his work. I shouldn’t do it, but I do. The phone rings twice before he answers.

“Hey, kid!” He sounds chipper, much happier than I’ve heard him in a few weeks. But I guess to be fair I haven’t heard much from him at all the past few weeks either.

I clear my throat, swallowing the lump growing my throat from just hearing him. “H-hey.” I take the bear he gave me before he left and cradle it against my chest. It’s starting to lose a little of its scent. But that’s definitely because I’ve been cuddling and crying into it for the past two weeks.

I pray he doesn’t catch my hesitance, but he’s Connor, of course he notices.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby? Is everything okay?”

I take in a breath, “No, yeah. Everything’s fine. I just,” I shrug. “I just wanted to check on you. Haven’t heard from you in a couple days, so I was just getting a little worried. But you’re alive,” I force a chuckle. “You sound good. Are you doing good?”

“I’m okay.” He pauses for a while. “I miss you, kid.”

I stutter on a breath, “I miss you, too, Brash.”

If he hears my struggle to breathe, he doesn’t mention it and I’m grateful. “Are you getting ready for bed right now? It’s late, don’t you have the first pep rally tomorrow? You’re charging your camera batteries? You know the ones in the camera closet are never charged.”

I don’t know how he manages to get me to crack a smile, but I do. “Yeah, I’m charging my batteries.”

“Good.” He says, and for the first time, I can hear the rustling on the other side of the phone. He sounds like he’s walking.

“Hey, I didn’t call at a bad time, did I? You sound like you’re outside. Are you with friends right now? I’m sorry. I’ll call you back some other time.”

He just chuckles. “No. Don’t hang up. You’re not interrupting anything. Hey, random question.”

“Okay?” I furrow my brows.

He grunts and the rustling gets louder on his side. “Is your window unlocked?”

I turn my head toward the window and nod before remembering that he can’t see me. “Um, sorry. Yeah, it is. Why?”

“Well because I’m climbing your tree and I wanted to make sure I wasn’t locked out.”

“You’re what? Connor!”

“Give me a minute, kid, it’s hard to talk and climb at the same time. Just open your window for me, okay?”

“Connor-“

“I love you,” he says before hanging up. I rush to my window to open it and then grab one of my extra blankets to push under the door to keep our voices from carrying down the hall. I’m turning around just as he’s climbing in my window. He sits on the window pane while he slips his shoes off, so not to track mud on my floor. Not that I’d even care at this point because he’s here in my room after weeks of not being here. When his shoes are off, he stands and looks up at me with a bright smile on his face. “Hi,” he says softly.

I bite the inside of my cheek before basically tackling him. My arms wrap tightly around his neck as his wrap around my waist, his head burying in my neck. We sway from side to side while I cry silently into his chest. He sighs, kissing my shoulder. “There’s my girl. Missed holding you.”

That only makes me clutch him tighter. “Don’t let go,” I beg.

He chuckles and I feel the vibration from his chest against my cheek. It’s magic and I never want to lose this moment. “Wasn’t planning on it,” he says. “But I wanna lay down with you, so you either have to walk yourself backward with me or wrap your legs around me so I can walk us.”

I smile and start walking back until my legs hit the mattress and we’re falling clumsily onto my bed. I stifle my laughter into his shirt and we shift awkwardly until I’m laying on my back and my legs spread open to accommodate for him. He smiles and looks up at my, moving my hair off my neck.

“Hi,” I say quietly, looking into those beautiful blue-green eyes that I’ve missed so much.

“Hey,” he mumbles back. “You look pretty.”

I blush and move my hand from the back of his neck, where I’ve been playing with his hair to cover his eyes. “Shut up.”

He takes my hand and moves it to his lips where he presses kiss after kiss to my skin. “I’ve missed looking at you.”

“Bub,” I’d pout. “I’ve missed you too.” We don’t speak for a while, he just rests his head on my chest and rubs his thumb over my barely exposed hip, while I continue to play with his hair. “Your hair’s grown a little,” I muse.

“Mhm, haven’t had a chance to get it cut yet.” He mumbles into my shirt.

“I like it.”

“Yeah?”

I nod, “Yeah. More to play with.”

I feel his smirk before I see it as he looks up at me again. “Or to tug on while we make out.”

My cheeks heat at his statement. “Mhm… maybe. Haven’t tested that out yet though.”

He nods. “Maybe we could?” He asks hopefully. And how could I deny him when I haven’t felt his lips on mine in weeks.

“Yeah,” I nod. “I think we should.”

He doesn’t waste a second more before his lips are covering mine in a way that makes me feel so much love. I couldn’t explain it to you, the feeling I get in the pit of my stomach when he kisses me, or touches me, or hell, even just looks at me. There’s something about the way he holds me close to him that makes me feel seen. And even now, after two years together and weeks apart, he’s still making me feel seen.

It’s not butterflies that I feel with him. No, it’s much more than that. So much more. I hum into the kiss and on instinct reach for his hair. He grins when I tug on it a little harder than usual. After minutes of breathless kisses, he pulls back, forehead on mine. “Well I think I’ll let my hair grow out a little more.”

“Yeah,” I breathe, chasing his lips. “Let’s do that.” I swallow more air and then we’re kissing again, harder now, needier. I wrap my leg around his before flipping us over so that I’m on top of him now. His hands are on my ass, kneading and groping like he’s trying to get me closer to him but can’t. But when I get that feeling in my stomach that things are going too far for my comfort, I hum and start to pull away. He knows the sign, so he lets up, chasing my lips for three more kisses before laying back against my pillows.

“You okay?” He asks, rubbing his hand up and down the outside of my thigh in an attempt to calm my racing heart.

“I’m good.” I clear my throat and sit back, still straddling his waist. “I don’t want to ruin the moment,” I say quietly, playing with my fingers. “But can I ask you a question?”

“You can always ask me a question.”

I sigh, “How can you be here right now? Don’t you have class tomorrow morning?”

He shrugs. “it’s just econ. I’ll make it up.”

“Connor.”

“Oh, come on, y/n. I missed you.”

“Well I missed you too, but-“

“I really missed you. And I couldn’t wait any longer to see you.”

“Not even a day? You could have come for the game, stayed the weekend.”

“Well I still can,” he says. “I mean, I ‘ll have to drive back tomorrow to get my laptop and some clothes, but I can do that while you’re at school and be back in time to pick you up. How does that sound?” He grins, taking my hand in his.

“Like a dream.”

“A good one, I hope. We don’t do bad dreams here.”

I can’t fight the smile that lights up my face. “A good one,” I concur. “But bub, that’s a lot of driving. And a lot of money on gas. You need to be there.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “Right now? Right now I need to be cuddling my girlfriend because I miss her and it’s been two weeks since I’ve seen her pretty face and tasted her soft lips and held her in my arms. Right now I need to be with you. It does my heart good being with you.”

I lean forward and kiss his lips once more. “Yeah, mine too.”

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The coming back and forth persists for three weeks. Except now he’s coming back home three to four times a week, and I don’t mean just like a Monday, Wednesday, Friday thing. I mean he’s coming Monday night, driving back early to make his nine am Tuesday and driving back that night, then driving home even earlier for his eight am on Wednesday. He’s not giving himself breaks and it’s making me worry. About him, about his grades. Because that’s four total hours that he’s driving a day, then he has two or three classes during the day. When is he having time to study and do his work?

Which is what I bring up to him when he steps into my room again. “Are you doing your work?”

“Well hello to you, too, kid,” he chuckles.

“Connor. Are you getting your work done? Because this coming back and forth everyday is not good for you. You’re spending a lot of money on gas, you’re missing out on sleep. I’m worried about you.”

“Hey,” he sits on my bed next to me and takes my hands. “I’m okay. I’m getting my work done. I’m turning it in. And don’t worry about how much I’m spending on gas, I’m not worried about it.”

“And your sleeping? But you’re waking up at five or six in the morning so you can make it to your morning classes and you’re not getting here until ten, eleven o’clock. Sometimes we won’t fall asleep until midnight or one. You’re not getting enough sleep.”

“I’m getting plenty. Stop worrying, baby. I’m okay. I promise. I wouldn’t be doing this if I thought it was messing with my work? Okay?”

I sigh, “Okay. But you’ll tell me if it is, right? Because I promise I’ll be okay if you can’t come over.”

“I won’t.” he says and kisses my knuckles. “But I’ll tell you. Now, since you mentioned your worries of my sleep schedule, you think we can lay down?”

“Yeah,” I’d nod, leaning over to place my book on my nightstand. “We can.”

But for the next few days I can’t shake this feeling that he isn’t doing as good as he’s leading on. He doesn’t think I’ve noticed, but he’s leaving later and later each time, so if he’s going to class, I know he’s got to be getting there late. And I know that he’s at least missed his econ and psych classes three times now.

So that’s why we have to have this discussion tonight. Because I know he’s about ten minutes out and we can’t keep doing this to ourselves. So I wait, cross legged on my bed, with my bear (that he recently sprayed again, leaving me a bottle of his cologne that he knows I love so much) in my lap. I’m playing with the fur on the ears when he slips in my window with a soft thud of his shoes against the floor.

“Why the long face?” he asks, with an amused grin on his face.

“We need to talk, Connor.”

He frowns, “I don’t like the sound of that.”

“Please? Just sit down?”

“Okay?” He moves across the floor and sits in front of me, his body facing the window, but his head turned to look at me. “Is everything okay?”

I sigh because this is harder than I thought it would be. “You have to stop coming over?”

“Wh-what? Why? What did I – what did I do?”

“You’ve missed classes, Connor. And you keep getting here earlier and leaving here later. I just – you can’t keep missing class because you’re driving here and back almost every day. It’s not fair to you.”

“Okay… first of all, I’m gonna need you to stop calling me ‘Connor.’ Hearing my name like that, from you makes me nervous. And second,” he shrugs. “I’ve been looking for a way to tell you I kinda hate econ, anyway.”

I shake my head, and roll my eyes. “This isn’t funny. This is real, okay? You are there, at college, two hours away. That’s where you need to be. Not here. Your life is not here anymore, it’s there. Your future, your career, it all starts there. You can’t come back every other night.”

“My life is here. Sitting right in front of me. My life is telling me to stop coming to see her and I don’t understand why because I’m doing fine with my classes. My grades are fine. I’m keeping up.”

“Connor, you’re making it hard to miss you. You’re making it hard to get used to us being in different zip codes. You’re making it hard for me. Because I was just starting to get used to you being gone and then you showed up and now I’m used to you being here again and it’s not fair because you’re not here. You’re there.”

“Well maybe I don’t want to be,” he argues. “Maybe I want to be here. With you.”

“No,” I shake my head again. “This can’t keep happening. It’s too hard. I love you. I love you more than anything else in this world. You know I do. Which is why I need you to stop showing up three, four times a week.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. You love me. I love you too, and I miss seeing you every day and falling asleep next you. I come back because I need to see you. Because hearing you say you’re okay over the phone isn’t enough for me. I need to see it with my own two eyes. I miss you, kid. I don’t know what else to say.”

I close my eyes and swallow the lump in my throat. “But by showing up like this… you’re making it hard for me to miss you.”

“Why is that a bad thing?”

“Because I’m gonna get used to this again and it’s gonna hurt even more when you really can’t just show up because I didn’t learn how to cope with missing you. I’ve become so dependent on you, Connor, and I told myself I would never do that.”

He nods and looks down at his hands. “So what does this mean then? I just, stop coming to see you all together?”

“Or at least during the week,” I shrug. “I don’t know. I don’t know if this is gonna make this easier or harder. We’ve never had to go through this. We’re learning. I just think that what we’re doing right now is not what’s best for us.”

He sniffles, “Fine.”

“Don’t be mad. Bub, please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not. I’m not mad. I just, wish we weren’t going through this.”

I lean forward and press my forehead against his shoulder. “Me too. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t. It’s my fault.”

“No, what – it’s not.”

“I was the one that kept putting off the conversation of what we were gonna do when I left. I kept saying we didn’t have to talk about it because nothing was gonna change. I’m still Connor, you’re still y/n. I’m bub, you’re kid. I just,” he sighs. “I wasn’t ready to let go.”

“Let go?” I look up at him. “Are we letting go?” I ask with tears in my eyes. “I don’t want to let go. No, bub. Bo.”

He shakes his head, taking my face in his hands. “Not letting go. Not ever letting you go. I mean letting go of our normal. I didn’t want to entertain the idea of a new normal. But now I know that not talking about it just worsened this, I guess.”

I choke on a sob, “Why does this feel like you’re trying to say goodbye right now?”

“Hey,” he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his chest. “I’m not saying goodbye. I’m not. You will hear those words come out of my mouth. I refuse. We’ll work on it. You said we’re learning. So we’ll learn and we’ll get better and we’ll be even stronger, okay?”

I nod, sniffling. “You know I’m not pushing you away, right?”

He sighs and kisses my forehead. “I know. I know, kid.” After a few minutes of this, he speaks up again. “Come on. Let’s get some sleep.”

I swallow in more air and agree, “Okay.”

So we lay down, him as the big spoon, and me the little spoon. “I love you,” he whispers into my hair.

My lip trembles and I stutter on my breath. “I love you.”

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I don’t know what wakes me at five, but I know it’s not Connor like it usually is. I turn to my side, reaching for him on instinct, my eyes still closed. But I come up empty and panic sets in. “Connor,” I say, sitting up, searching my room with sleep filled eyes. But he’s nowhere in sight, his phone isn’t on the nightstand, his shoes aren’t on the floor near the window. He’s not here.

I whimper and lay down, snatching up my bear because it’s the closest thing I have. And I cry silently into his fur because I know Connor said it wasn’t goodbye, but it sure as hell felt like it was.

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I heard today is your birthday and since I saw you like catboy!WRH so I will rise to you cat!WRH

When he's young WRH finds an old scroll in the Wen treasure room, the scroll is so old and damaged it's unreadable but WRH never backs down from a challenge and decides to decipher it.

After months of hard work WRH figures out the scroll contains instructions on a array that allows the caster "to turn into a powerful and fearsome beast at will". WRH is very intrigued and immediately tries the array but to his shock he doesn't turn into a powerful and fearsome beast! Instead he is only a cat!

"useless" WRH thinks.

He spent months racking his brain to understand the scroll and in the end it turned out to be an elaborate prank some ancestor of his thought to play on their descendants!

"What a waste of time!"

Forget that shape-shifting is an extremely difficult skill very few cultivators mastered through history. WRH thinks being a cat is silly and not worth the spiritual energy!

Frustrated, WRH burns the scroll and forgets about it.

Years later WRH learns to appreciate his secret skill. Being a cat is especially useful for sneaking around and spying on things undetected, also after he becomes a sect leader turning into a cat becomes WRH's go to method to get a break on days people can't seem to leave him alone. If his duties get too much and he needs a moment to himself WRH will turn into a cat, spend a whole morning chasing butterflies all over nightless city, feast on a nice plump chicken he stole from the palace kitchen, and then spend the entire afternoon napping in the sun and watching his attendants lose their minds looking for him.

Another upside to being a cat is he can be as petty and rude as he wants to be but often can't when human.

He will for example relieve himself on JGS's new insanely expensive carpet after the latter spent two hours earlier in the day telling him the story of how he had the carpet especially commissioned and imported all the way from Persia.

Or he will sneak into YZY 's personal quarters and use his tiny but very sharp cat claws and fangs to destroy her best robes after she made him sit through the most painfully awkward dinner in his life when visiting lotus Pier to discuss sect matters with JFM.

Or he will go under LQR's window after midnight and practice his best impression of a demon cat in heat for hours and then in the morning he will find out where the lans hang their laundry and drag all their pristine newly washed robes in the mud because LQR made a thinly veiled remark about his manners the day before.

Or he will climb into NMJ's lap to annoy him but NMJ only looks mildly surprised at the strange cat that's currently laying in his lap looking very smug and proud of itself before he starts to pet it, WRH is shocked, confused, baffled... NMJ is doing a great job at petting him, his hand is very big and warm and he knows exactly the best spots to pet and scratch and he smells so nice and his lap is actually very comfortable! Soon WRH is purring and drifting to sleep when he catches himself, pukes a hairball on NMJ's robes, and runs away...

I'm also thinking WRH would be one of those very pretty "tuxedo" cats that are all black except their mouth, belly, and "socks" that are white

I am now a big, BIG fan of cat!Wen RuoHan, thank you for this!

"The reason cats are so pissy is they're God's perfect killing machines but they only weigh 8 lbs and we keep picking them up and kissing them" applies to young cat!Wen RuoHan vs. adult cat!Wen RuoHan getting his revenge game on with “It’s a beautiful day in the cultivation world, and you are a terrible cat.”

I'm imagining people in Nightless City picking up young cat!Wen RuoHan and kissing his cute little kitten head...! “Useless,” he sputters! “What a waste of time!” he thinks, after spending the last thirty minutes chasing a fuzzy toy on a string. He has important sect leader training and cultivation to get to!

But those sweet, lazy days lounging around as a cat are too tempting to ignore~

I am HOWLING (although not like Wen RuoHan lmao) at cat!Wen RuoHan making a racket outside of Lan QiRen’s room at night. (I have a headcanon that Wen RuoHan has a particular yet subtle dislike for the Lans and all their rules, so this is delightful.) RIP to all the Sect Leaders, nothing you own is sacred or out of bounds...

And then Nie MingJue prizing nothing but his saber, which Wen RuoHan knows better than to touch, leaves only Nie MingJue’s person as a target. His lap? Vulnerable! Enjoy getting fur all over your nice robes, Sect Leader Nie!! Feel the conflicting dread of not wanting to push a warm, innocent animal off your lap as your legs go numb and you go hungry!

Wen RuoHan getting unexpectedly nice scritches from Nie MingJue:

A powerful counter-attack...

I love tuxedo cats with their gorgeous, tailored coats! Although because I also love Wen RuoHan maintaining some red in his coloring, might I also suggest him as a turkish van! Those amber eyes, pure white bodies, and the colorful tails are just gorgeous.

#drawing-kitty1 #asked from above #wen ruohan #animal transformation au #i literally have a cat sleeping on my lap rn #so this was timely ahaha #this really is delightful and i want to read a serialization of wrh's adventures #ty for thinking of me on my bday! #please help yourself to some 🍰

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(requested by anonymous)

Asbestos parked her door-shield in front of the Doctor’s office door after closing it behind her. “Hey, you done yet? We’ve got some drinking to do.”

“This is four days in a row,” he sighed from his desk. “I’m starting to get used to having a hangover in the morning. Why are you so insistent about this?”

“You’re the one who begged to come on an expedition with me. If you wanna roll into a cave with me, you’re gonna have to pull your weight. I’m not sandbagging for your slow ass. Come on, damnit, daylight’s burning!”

He groaned, resolutely stationary. “But what the hell does getting drunk have to do with spelunking? And you’re the one who asked me to go with you by giving me a suit in the first place!”

“Because I had a spare, and it had to go somewhere, didn’t it? Sheesh.” The Savra crossed her arms and started tapping her foot. “Come on, time’s a-wasting. You know I won’t leave until you come along.”

“...Goddamnit. Fine, let’s go.” The Doctor stood up, threw his jacket on, and followed her through the double door...which she left in place. Of course she would.

She put her arm through his and tugged him all the way to her bar of choice - in other words, the one with the least amount of people. In fact, the only other person there was the bartender, a Forte with as many scars has he had fingers and said about as many words in a night, so in other words, it was just the two of them. “Give us both a whiskey lullaby, and keep it coming until this boy here becomes a man.”

“I’ve been one for a few years now, thank you very much.” He took the glass as it was put in front of him, took it straight to the back of his throat, and, admittedly, relished the burn for a moment. “You’re gonna be the death of me, one way or another.”

“Might as well be; otherwise, you’d never leave your office.” Asbestos took her one drink for the night slowly, monitoring the Doctor as he downed his second.

Then his third. He was getting much better at this. “Do you do this to everyone who tries to talk to you? Not that that’s many people, I imagine.”

“Magallan and Click didn’t need a test, and we only talk about our expeditions, so I didn’t bother. You, though? You need all the toughening up I can give you.”

“The hell does that mean?” His eyes narrowed; he’d let his hood fall down during the walk-drag there, and it gave his expressions an extra note of sincerity, like a fighter throwing aside their training gear. “Do you know the shit I’ve seen?”

She snorted. “No, and you don’t either, so don’t try that shit with me.” And there went number four.

“I wouldn’t if you didn’t pull out all the stops to annoy me...What’s your real game, anyway? There’s being tsundere, and there’s being a sadist, but you don’t really seem like either to me.”

“Tsundere? Wow, alright, nerd.” Asbestos, breaking tradition, finished the rest of her first glass and signaled for a second. “Who needs a game? I just want to be a jerk - is that so hard to understand?”

He slammed his free hand on the table. “Damn right, it is. Why d’ya wanna go around like that? The hell makes a person make that their whole goal in life?”

“Does it matter? I don’t want the baggage that comes with all that shit. All a friend would do is hold me back, anyway, and I’ve got too many crazy-ass caves to climb around in to make time for that. Especially a scrawny mite like you.”

“Maybe I am scrawny.” The Doctor, seeing double after his sixth glass, drifted his focus to her tail. “But that makes me pretty fast.”

The Savra followed his gaze and shifted so he couldn’t stare. “The hell are you staring at?”

“Heheheh...Nothing.”

“You’re a terrible liar. Hey, dumbass.” She snapped her fingers in his face. “My eyes are up here.”

It was too late; he was already pretty far gone by this point. “I’ve made my choice...Swish!”

“Swish?! What th- kyaaa~!” Without giving her any time to react, the Doctor had bolted out of his chair and was now standing behind her, grasping her tail with one hand and stroking it with the other.

“So smooth~” It was nice and warm, too. “Hehe- ow.”

The ‘ow’ was because Asbestos had kicked him off of her and was standing over him, hands on her waist. “Who the hell said you could touch my tail, because it sure as fuck wasn’t me!”

“But it’s all smooth and warm...You really gonna hog that all to yourself?”

“It’s my tail, asshole, that’s my right!” She groaned. “Forget it. You always get like this after five or so. It’s my fault as much as yours.”

The Doctor sat up, rubbing his head. “But you keep letting me get away with it~ Just admit it: you like when I do it.”

“...I’m taking you home. Come on, let’s go.” The Savra pulled him to his feet and started dragging him behind her again.

“♫’Bestos-chan is best girl♪” He sang to himself as he stumble-slid along behind her. “♫’Bestos-chan is best girl♪”

Asbestos was blushing, in spite of herself; her tail was lit up as a result, too. “Sh-shut up. Seriously, your voice is more grating than a piton on a rock face.”

“But you aaaaare best girl. Heh. You make, ♫dum-dum Hurt so good! C’mon, baby, make it hurt so good!♪”

“...Goddamnit.” He was always so cute after she knocked some sense into him, but...No. Giving in would just make him think he had a chance of getting through to her, and she couldn’t risk that. She had way too much to do and not enough heart to spare for him...At least, not that she wanted to admit to having.

They made it to the Doctor’s place without any more major altercations - no, just him singing his love to her off-key and her telling him to shut the fuck up. The usual post-bar routine. Tonight, though, things took a bit of a turn as the Savra opened the door for him, but he refused to let go of her. She dragged him into his apartment, but still, he hung on with a strength he’d never shown before...What was his damage? “Hey, we’re here. Get off. Train stops here.”

“Why should I?” Once she was stationary, the Doctor wrapped around her leg instead. “Then you might leave~”

“Yeah, that’s the idea, weirdo. Seriously, you turn into a perv when you’re drunk.”

He chuckled, chasing it with a hiccup. “Maaaybe.”

“You’re insufferable.” And yet… “Alright, look, if you let go of my leg, I’ll consider staying for a nightcap, but you can’t cling on me like fucking moss if I do, got it?”

“Alrighty-ighty-oh.” That convinced him; the Doctor let go of her leg.

She sighed, helping him to his feet. “There. I said I’d stay, so I will, but don’t get any funny ideas.”

“Sure.” Immediately, he kissed her, full on the lips, as he hugged her as tightly as he could manage. When Asbestos kneed his crotch, he pulled back, but he didn’t look like he was in any pain. “See? Not funny in the slightest.”

“...I’m never taking you drinking again. Forget the expedition, this shit isn’t worth dealing with-”

The Doctor, who seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness up to this point, cut the act and stood up to his full height - a good half a foot taller than her. “You know you won’t.”

“The hell?” Asbestos stared at him for a moment. “That...was all an act just now, wasn’t it?”

“If there’s anything you taught me to do, it’s put on a front. You know I’m not a touchy-feely guy.”

The Savra shook her head. “Maybe not when you’re sober, but- Oh fuck, wait a minute.”

“Yeah.” He smirked. “Like you said, you don’t know the shit I’ve seen; I’m not even talking about the part even I don’t remember. This was never about toughening me up, Asbestos; we both know that.”

“You leave one chink in your armor, and the whole suit is worthless.” She sighed, wishing she’d brought her shield with her.

The Doctor nodded. “Especially when you wave it in front of the guy with a knife aimed at it, begging him to stab at it. The thing is, I know this isn’t about needing a friend, because you don’t really need those, so what is this about? Why tempt me like this, only to push me away every time?”

“Well, it’s not playing hard to get, I promise you that.” The Defender looked around for a place to sit before deciding on the bed, since it was her only option in her immediate vicinity. “Look, I don’t...I don’t want to leave anyone behind when I go, alright? This Oripathy shit is gonna kill me one way or the other, and when it does, I don’t want someone missing me when I’m gone.”

“...That’s it?” He’d sat down next to her, partially because his knees were kind of wobbly, but also to signify he was genuinely paying attention at this point.

She repaid him for that by punching his arm. “Yeah, that’s it, asshole. Seriously, I bare my soul to you, and you still bitch at me.”

“What can I say? I learned from the best.” After a moment of silence, the Doctor sighed. “So, what? You just wanna leave and forget any of this happened?”

“Yeah...No...Damnit, you’ve got me all confused.” Her tail was glowing again.

He put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry about going overboard earlier. It’s not...I just...God, no, there’s not a single good explanation for that, is there?”

“You’re desperate? Hopelessly in love with me, willing to drag yourself through the mud behind me and get beaten to shit just to be near me?” When he didn’t say anything, the Savra sighed. “Of course you are.”

“Calling it love is too generous; I’m just a masochist who thinks you’re cute.”

Asbestos shook her head. “It just had to be you, didn’t it?...Alright, how about this: when we’re both less intoxicated, and I’ve gotten my shit straight, I’ll get back to you on where I want this to go. Sound good?”

“It’s better than nothing.” He sighed. “Until then?”

“Until then?...Eh, why not? One for the road.” She ambushed him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before walking out the door.

The Doctor watched her leave, stomach full of butterflies and alcohol-induced nausea and head absolutely spinning. Was that really it? No, it didn’t feel right-

The Savra walked back into the room and closed the door behind her, shaking her head. “I’m staying the night. The jacket’s coming off, but nothing else is. We’re gonna lie in that bed together, in a warm and tender embrace, and that’s as far as we go tonight. Got it?”

“You read my mind.” His shoes flew into the wall across from him and ricocheted off. “Really couldn’t get me out of your head this time?”

“That’s not it...I’m just cold.” The words rang hollow even as she said them, but it didn’t matter; the way her tail curled around him instinctively once they were both lying down, or the way his heart beat lulled her to sleep as she set his head against his chest, or the way he took it all in stride, seemingly grateful just to have a chance at all - those were the realities of the situation, and those were all she needed to come to terms with it for the night.

Because, even if she didn’t want a friend, it was nice to have someone to do this kind of thing with...

#arknights #asbestos (arknights) #finally! #and while we're talking about newer Operators #Cutter and Sideroca are getting fics too #the vulpo is too cute i can't stop myself #and the forte goes so hard if i don't she'll ram me through my laptop #so yeah! #arknights fic