#'don't think twice' : 'if you want to make it happen/ nothing's impossible / all you gotta do is say the word/ the walls will crumble'

[marigolddove]

Love Begins With Murder, Believe it or Not.

Part Two

Request by: @yandere-dark-cupid

This chapter has a lot of Eddie x Frank, I got a bit carried away I just love them, you do meet Wally by the end though so don't worry, and if there needs to be a part 4 there will be I'm loving this fic the more I roll with it as I am.

Also, as I write I imagine these characters as human but I've been trying to keep them neutral in their descriptions so you guys can still view them as puppets, I describe Eddie having steel-blue eyes but other than that I keep the rest neutral.

Warnings: Mentions to homophobia, but super briefly, a little bit of cursing, Eddie and Frank being too cute for this world.

@elegantkidfansoul, @sunkyss, @all-things-fandomstuck, @sailorsimp13, @cricketsjunk

💀♥️💀

"Do you think we're in danger now?" Frank asks, squeezing Eddie's hand as they rest their head against his shoulder.

"Probably." He answers simply, a shrug in his shoulders that gently jostles Frank's head a little.

"So…what do you think we should do? I don't want to separate, but I also don't want anything bad to happen to you."

Suddenly Eddie shifts, causing Frank's head to fall from his shoulder; but he's quick to catch their head, gently cupping their face as he turns Frank to look at him directly. So much affection and determination in his eyes it makes Frank's stomach flip.

"Ain't nothing gonna happen to me, don't you worry. We won't have to separate, everyone else can just fuck off." Frank flushes at Eddie's language, it isn't often he'll cuss especially in front of Frank, he claimed it's because his 'momma raised him better than that' which was laughable coming from a man who's certainly killed before.

"It's like Julie said, Wally's gonna take care of it and in the meantime we just gotta keep our heads down; we'll be just fine, I know it." Goodness his eyes are so pretty, Frank's face turns impossibly redder as he stares into Eddie's glittering steel-blue eyes.

Eddie's eyes dart across Frank's face, taking in his flushed state, feeling the heat radiating under his hands still tenderly holding Frank's cheeks; he smirks, eyes half closing as he gazes back into Frank's darker irises. He's inching closer now, he hears his sweetheart's breath hitch, so close—

"Excuse me."

Frank squeaks at the sudden intrusion and scrambles back, away from Eddie to look down at the floor, hand covering their mouth.

Eddie's eyes narrow at the stranger, irritated at the rude interruption. The person seems to grow visibly nervous at Eddie's sudden harsh gaze and they stutter, "I-I'm sorry, it's just–well, uhm, Mr. Darling asked to see you. Both of you. I just finished cleaning it and he wants you both–"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it: boss man wants to see us both, message received." Eddie interrupts, eyes becoming colder, "Go on then, get going.".

Without needing to be told twice, the subordinate turns and quickly walks away, leaving the two alone again. He sighs and looks to Frank, whose face is now hidden behind their hands and they curl in on themself a little, Eddie smiles and chuckles before leaning over and placing a soft kiss to their exposed ear, "Well, let's not keep Mr. Darlin' waiting too long, baby."

Frank internally cursed Eddie for his charm, this man would be the death of them.

So the two walk together to Wally's office, Eddie's hand possessively hovering against Frank's lower back most of the way there; this did nothing to help Frank's face and body to cool down.

Once at the door, Frank seems to freeze, visibly nervous. Eddie smiles warmly at them, removing his hand from their back to knock at the door. It was unlike Frank to be so uncertain and shaken, but he just chalked that up to the stress of their current predicament.

"Come in."

The two enter one after the other and awkwardly stand in the center of the room, the room looks and smells freshly cleaned; there's a bit of an ammonia and lemon smell in the air, it's abrasive to the senses.

"Shut the door, please, and sit down." Says Mr. Darling, gesturing to two chairs in front of the desk.

"Oh, uh, right! Sorry, boss." Eddie quickly turns and shuts the door as Frank has a seat, soon he follows.

He glances at his sweetheart seated to his left and is shocked to find that their entire demeanor has changed; now Frank sits, posture straight and stiff, one leg crossed over the other as their hands clutch their pants leg. Their face completely indifferent, if not for the redness of their ears and the stiffness of their shoulders you would never guess they feel uncomfortable at all.

"As you both know you're a bit compromised now, thanks to our loose lipped friend." Right to it, no 'Hello' or 'how are you', typical Wally, "Because of this I'm going to make a suggestion…well, it's not a suggestion. It's an order, really."

Here it is, Frank thinks to themself, suddenly feeling a little nauseous.

"You two need to move in together." Of cour–wait what?

"W-what?" Stutters Frank, their legs unfolding as they grip the arms of the chair and give Wally a startled look.

"I'm fine with that." Eddie states, clearly not as taken back as Frank, causing the latter to shoot him an incredulous look.

"B-but, we haven't even talked about that, a-and not to mention it's so soon and sudden!"

"It's not like you have to live together as a couple, I'm not telling you two to share a bed, I'm saying you need to stick close together at all times including out of work. Less likely one of you will get kidnapped that way." Wally says matter of factly, "The rat gave us the names of all the people he claims he told, and I've made some calls and dispatched Howdy to talk with that reporter, but just in case you two don't need to be alone at any point outside of this building."

"Since Frank already lives in this building, I'm offering you to stay here too. At least until this blows over." He says, looking at Eddie, "It's not just rival factions and reporters we need to look out for, even members of our own family could be…hateful towards your situation. I'd never hurt anyone for their opinion, but I do need to be sure I weed out any problem starters."

"You would really do that for us?" Eddie breathes, he knew Wally could be generous and kind when he wanted to be, he's just never really had it directed towards him. Not like this.

"Of course, you're family." He answers like it was a stupid question, which would usually cause Eddie to bristle a bit; but not this time.

Frank is speechless, they knew they could trust their friend; but some part of them had doubted, and now Frank feels a little ashamed for it.

"Now, this also means no more field work for you, Dear. I'm afraid you'll be assisting Frank with their work here in the building. Lots of paperwork and math." Eddie smiled at that.

"Well that don't sound too bad to me," He starts with a teasing lilt, glancing at Frank out of the corner of his eyes, "I'll have a mighty fine partner to teach me everything." This causes Frank to flush.

Wally, ignoring the obvious romantic tension between the two, "Good. If you had complained I would have had Barnaby throw you out whenever he returns." Ah, there's the guy that can really get under Eddie's skin.

"Now, I'm afraid there's also anothe–" A sudden string of knocks at the door catches their boss off guard, "Who is it?" He asks testilly.

"It's Julie, I'm back with the flowers." Everyone in the room visibly relax upon hearing the voice of their dearest friend.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

Julie steps into the room and gently shuts the door behind her, cradling a colorful sunny bouquet; as soon as she sees Frank and Eddie she hesitates a little.

"Oh! Am I interrupting something?"

"I wouldn't invite you in if you were." Wally states, very blunt, but with a soft smile on his face, "In fact, your timing is perfect; now I won't need to have this conversation twice." He motions for Julie to come closer, she moves to stand beside Frank's chair, smiling at them before turning her attention back to Wally.

"So what's up?"

"'What's up' is that the woman whom our late member was dating is the very same woman who approached that reporter I sent Howdy to speak with. As it would turn out, the reporter was most likely Allison's idea, not Daniel's. Although, Daniel was still guilty for sharing secrets to rival gangs for money as well." Oh, so that was the guy's name, leave it to Wally to remember.

"So I got these flowers for nothing?" Julie deadpanned, not that the trip hadn't been nice, it felt domestic just going out and buying a bouquet; but still what a waste of precious time.

"Not for nothing, no. They're still very lovely to look at, besides I haven't decided what I want to do with the woman. She is just a civilian after all." He held out a hand, gesturing for Julie to give him the flowers, "These are a bit brighter and more colorful than I thought a bouquet should be for a grieving woman. I won't complain too much though, they're pretty."

"Y/N said they're supposed to mean something like: 'I'm thinking of you and I'm sorry for your grief' or something like that." Julie attempts to mimic your dreamy lilt when saying it, but realizes she's completely butchering it.

"Y/N? You're on a first name basis with the florist?"

"Oh! How are they doing? Did you tell them I said hello?" Both Wally and Eddie speak at the same time causing them to give each other a glare.

Julie ignores their behavior, "I did, they said they're doing well and they're very happy for you, they called you a sweetheart." She grins, "And I did end up getting that discount, thanks to you."

"Aw, shucks, well I'm glad they think so fondly of me. I'll need to give them a visit sometime, it's about time I bought you some new flowers anyhow." Eddie teased, flicking a finger at Frank, causing them to blush and stutter nonsense in response.

Wally sighs, "We're getting off topic now," he places the flowers down gently onto his desk, "Since Eddie is officially grounded from field work, and I'm not sure I can trust him to watch the woman who sold private information about him and his relationship, I'm sending you." He finishes by pointing to Julie.

"Alright, just tell me what to do."

"First, Eddie and Frank, you're dismissed, but do not leave the building. That is all, be safe." Wally waves his hand in a shooing motion.

Frank nods their head, "Thank you. For everything." And stands to leave, Eddie stood as well but pointed to the flowers.

"If you want those to last longer, put them in a vase with about two-thirds of water and add just a tiny bit of lemon juice or vinegar. Y/N taught me that after my third visit, said it'll make them last a little longer, it seemed to really work." Wally raises a brow at him, but Eddie turns and walks ahead of Frank, opening and holding the door for them before following behind and shutting the door.

Now that they were alone, Julie had something she wanted to ask him, so before he could start babbling about whatever assignment he was going to give her she spoke.

"So what's going on with you?" She deadpanned, clearly in no mood for nonsense or excuses.

But, in classic Wally fashion, he was going to dance around the subject anyway.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, I think that I've been handling things well so far, do you disapprove of something I've said or done?"

"Nope, only the fact that you're clearly upset and won't talk to anyone about it. Even me, and you always tell me." Wally seemed taken aback by her accusation.

"I am not upset, I don't–" "Cut the crap."

He narrows his eyes at her, she's treading on thin ice, but instead of backing down she crosses her arms, widens her stance and cocks a hip out. Her eyes silently daring him to keep it up; see what happens.

Wally remains silent, opting to swirve his chair as to face the wall behind him, trying to block her out.

"Your hair is a mess, your fingers have been twitching both times I've seen you today, you had a guy tortured in your personal office, Barnaby said you were tense with him and," He hears her move around the desk and rummage through something, most likely his waste bin, before suddenly she's holding the sketch book from before right in front of his face, "You ripped a piece you were working on and then threw the whole book out? You would never do that if you were okay."

He had been caught, of course he had been, this is Julie Joyful. Incredibly cocky, perceptive, charismatic and oh so caring. She would never let this go, and he knew he'd been caught the minute she glanced at his art book before.

He sighs and rubs his hands over his face and through his hair as she gently twists the chair to face her again. Once he's facing her again she steps back to lean against his desk, arms crossing once again as she stares at him, waiting for his response.

"I…I…" God, she doesn't seem to understand how difficult this is for him; but as if reading his mind she spoke again, softly.

"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere until you tell me though."

He glances to the flowers on her left and takes a deep breath, "I…haven't been…feeling like me." He starts, quietly, "I don't know how else to put it other than that, I'm sorry. I guess I just feel off, I don't want to draw the way I used to and I don't know why." His tone became more frustrated as he continued, "I've been lacking inspiration, emotions used to inspire, friends used to inspire me. Now neither seems to be enough, I can't get a read on my emotions like I used to, and all of my friends and 'family' feel so…work related now? I don't know!"

"Hey, hey, calm down, it's all gonna be alright. There's nothing wrong with the way you feel, I guess it's been a really long time since any of us have just sat down and been just friends."

As if he didn't hear her at all he continued, "I only told Barnaby to fuck that guy up here because I thought it would inspire me, which, looking back, was pretty fucked up but it worked; at least for a little while, until it didn't anymore." Stress gripped his body, causing him to run his hands anxiously through his hair as if to fix it.

Julie placed a delicate hand on his elbow, "When was the last time you slept? Or took a break even?" Wally's brows furrow in thought and he realizes he couldn't remember the last time he'd done either.

"I'm…I'm not sure." He confessed, hands falling to his sides in defeat.

Suddenly Julie's hands were on his shoulders, shaking him a little to grab his attention; it works and he looks up at her, feeling at ease when she smiles at him.

"Howdy's with that reporter, Frank and Eddie are safe here, and I'm going to keep an eye on that lady like you want me to. All is well for now, so why don't you get those flowers in a vase and take a nap. You don't even have to leave your office if you don't want to, but you need at least a power nap."

He wordlessly shook his head all while Julie laughs and nods her head, "Yes you do, and don't you dare say you don't have the time. Make the time." Her tone left him no room for argument.

On her way out she very firmly told him to rest, and he wished her safety in return, as he did with all his family when dismissing them. So, that's how he ended up alone in his office, staring down at the flowers Julie had bought; technically he bought them since he still intends on giving her the money she spent on them, he didn't even think to ask her what they had cost.

He remembers what Eddie told him about keeping the flowers fresh, as pretty as they are he didn't really mind letting them die…although, a sudden pang of nostalgia changes his mind. Back when he first started art he would sketch and paint fruit, plants and flowers before he moved on to landscapes and portraits.

If he's going to nap, it wouldn't be in his office. Besides, he's sure he has at least one vase somewhere in his penthouse—it isn't exactly a penthouse, but it is the entirety of the top floor in the building he renovated for himself to live in.

With a sigh he straightens up his desk and grabs the bouquet, hesitating and deciding to also grab his sketchbook as well; then he makes his way to the elevator. He briefly wonders what floor Frank and Eddie are staying on, there aren't too many floors, but it occurs to him that he's never visited Frank before. They've been living in the same building as him for at least two years, and in two years he's never gone out of his way to even say hello to them or visit their apartment.

He'll need to make more of an effort to see his friends in order to get out of this rut he's in.

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Meanwhile, fifteen minutes away, you're sitting behind the shop counter humming along to a song on the radio having already finished any pruning and inventory check ups, no one had come in after Julie for business reasons; there had been one visitor but they just wanted to look at the flowers. You didn't mind it, understanding the peace it brings just to look at and smell beautiful flowers.

Besides you'd had a busy period earlier in the week with a wedding you'd been booked to arrange flowers for. The bride wanted a lot of flowers, you were lucky you still had any inventory after she had her way with your shop.

You're stretching stiff joints while still sitting when the landline rings, you quickly lean over to lower the volume on the radio before answering the phone with a cheerful attitude.

"Hello, this is Y/N, here to help with your floral needs, how can I help you today?"

An all too familiar charming southern drawl greets her, "Hey'ya Y/N, it's Eddie." Your smile grows.

"Oh, hey Eddie! How've you been?"

"Great actually, thanks to you, I wanted to call ya to thank ya for helping out my friend Julie today; oh, and to let ya know I intend on stopping by next chance I get, gotta keep my darlin' stocked on flowers."

You laugh, "Goodness, I'm surprised they aren't drowning in flowers, last time you came in you bought three bouquets! And that was after buying one bouquet days before!" Twisting a piece of your hair, you keep an eye on the windows and door, it's nearly closing time.

"Well, in my defense they love flowers and it was our first date. I had a lot I wanted to say with your help." He's definitely got a big smile on his face on the other end.

"Haha, yeah a whole lot, you're a total sap. It's adorable though." You tease lightly, causing Eddie to exhale sharply through his nose.

"I think I'll bring them with me next time, that way they can pick out their own bouquet." Eddie's voice got a bit quiet at the end, as if he pulled away from the phone for a second, then his voice sounded close again, "Plus they'll get to meet you, I think you two would get along. Ya both like flowers a whole lot, I mean they like bugs I don't know how you feel about that…" His tone is teasing, you roll your eyes.

"That was one time, and it was a spider, they're arachnid's. I like bugs just fine."

"Good, good, so you two should get along just fine. I know I've only been around to buy flowers, but, uh, I owe a lot to you. You weren't my only supporter but sometimes ya need someone on the outside to give ya a kick in the ass…so, thank you, you encouraged me to 'shoot my shot'." You smile at his confession, elated to hear you made a difference in someone's life.

"Hey, I just arranged the flowers, you were the one with the right words. I just translated them into bouquets; but I'm glad things worked out for you."

"Oh, do you know if Julie's friend liked the flowers?" You ask.

"I think he did? It's hard to tell with that guy sometimes, but I think I remember him calling them 'pretty'."

You sigh, relieved the flowers were deemed appropriate, "I'm glad." Suddenly you hear another voice in the background on Eddie's end.

Eddie says something quietly to someone before returning to you, "I've gotta go, Frank's just finished dinner." Your heart soars at this news, are they're having dinner together, and Eddie claims you're partially to thank for it.

"Oh! Well don't let me keep you, have fun~." You tease, hanging up before he can reply.

You stand and stretch from the stool you'd been spending most of your day on, flipping the radio off before making your way to the front door, flipping the window sign from 'Open' to 'Closed'.

Finally, you reach to lock the door, but not before the handle turns and in walks a man with greasy slicked back hair, no taller than yourself; the doorbell rings from above as the two of you lock eyes, surprising one another. You're even more surprised to see he's holding a bouquet of Coral Roses, Marigolds and Blue Salvia.

#welcome home #Wally Darling #wally darling x reader #Mafia AU #Eddie x Frank #Julie Joyful #slow burn

[somesmartsmarties]

F7 sleeping habits headcanons!

Because i have nothing better to do and i want to share my thoughts, alright let's do this

Merlin

- doesn't sleep on any specific side - somewhat restless sleeper, has probably rolled off the bed at least once throughout the years spent with the gang - i get the feeling he would talk in his sleep from time to time, he'd be mumbling bits of a spell he'd memorized and every other person sleeping in the room would have to suffer through that - whoever is sharing the bed with him is going to freeze because this mf would 100% hog the bed sheets, don't even try to argue with me, he would - wears your regular old shirt and pants, nothing too fancy - either goes to bed at like 8pm or a midnight, no in between - wakes up around 9am-ish (usually, otherwise he wakes up at noon)

Jack

- sleeps on his back - lays perfectly still - doesn't make a sound - looks like a god damn corpse 💀 - at least one (1) person thought he was dead when they first saw him laying so still - always looks deep in thought, that or he looks mad, depends on who you ask - even the slightest noise could wake him up, pranking this guy would be impossible - goes to sleep wearing pants and a very loose shirt (imagine like the white shirts that vampires are usually depicted wearing, something like that, I'll make a drawing of that at some point-), otherwise it's pants and no shirt - goes to sleep at 8pm, maybe even earlier on days where he's especially tired - "if anyone wakes me up before 8am i will end their bloodline" - idk if he'd wear one all the time but he definitely has one of those silly sleeping masks, man needs his damned beauty sleep

Arthur

- sleeps on his side or on his back - switches between those two every 5 minutes - rolls off his bed at least twice a week - you know that one clock app audio with the very loud snoring, yeah that's him, that's Arthur - his head touches the pillow and he's out cold, gone, no thoughts just sleep - sleeps like a log, nothing wakes up this man (except food, that would probably do the trick) - sleeps shirtless (with pants ofc, probably loose fitting ones) - goes to sleep around 10pm-ish - as funny as it would be for him to only wake up from 10am forward, he'd probably wake up at around, 7-8am i think

Hans

- sleeps on his stomach or his side - probably goes to sleep that he's laying on his stomach and wakes up on his side - very sound sleeper, doesn't move a whole lot - i feel like he would be able to sleep even with someone yelling in the room right next to his (if it went on for a while tho he would definitely get up and see what the fuss is about) - occasionally snores, but very rarely, plus i don't think he'd snore very loudly - he'd probably sleep wearing some kind of vest, something sleeveless, and pants (ones that reach his knees usually) - goes to sleep at around 9:30pm maybe, occasionally later but that doesn't happen very often - wakes up at the crack of dawn, mans gotta start making breakfast

Pino, Noki and Kio

- sleep on their sides - move around a decent amount, but that's their default position to be in - curl up into a ball and bundle themselves up in blankets - an explosion could happen and they probably wouldn't wake up - they get in bed and for the next hour or so their brain is still fully alert and filled with thoughts and ideas despite their best efforts to fall asleep - sleep wearing full on pj's, it's either that or regular old shirt and pants combo (both usually loose fitting) - go to sleep at 10:30pm - that is, when they do go to sleep, half the time they stay up till the next morning inventing or fixing something - despite this they cannot sleep in, they always wake up at around 7am

#woooooooo #long post #heads up #feel free to share your headcanons btw! #i love hearing them :] #red shoes #red shoes and the seven dwarfs #red shoes and the 7 dwarfs #rsatsd #rsat7d #red shoes movie #red shoes merlin #red shoes jack #red shoes arthur #red shoes hans #red shoes pino #red shoes noki #red shoes kio #red shoes pino noki and kio #red shoes triplets #red shoes headcanons #smartie speaks

[mariyuuhh]

"sokai is basic & boring"

ok??? How did I live in a kingdom of thieves??? And people who say things they don't really mean, really mean???

You're only everything I ever dreamed

Ever dreamed of, ever dreamed of

You must be kidding me, did you really think

I could say no

I want you for a lifetime

So if you're gonna think twice, baby

I don't wanna know, baby, I don't wanna know

Everything is just right

But if you're gonna think twice, baby

I don't wanna know, baby, I don't wanna know

I really don't get what everyone else believes

So why do I say things I don't really mean, really mean

I'm only crying 'cause I never dreamed

It'd take this long, it'd take this long

I want you for a lifetime

So if you're gonna think twice, baby

I don't wanna know, baby, I don't wanna know

Everything is just right

But if you're gonna think twice, baby

I don't wanna know, baby, I don't wanna know

Don't think twice, don't think twice

Don't think twice, baby, don't think twice

If you want to take it to an even higher level

All you gotta do is say the word, you know I'll follow

If you wanna take it to an even higher level

I don't, I don't bite

If you want to make it happen, nothing's impossible

All you gotta do is say the word, the walls will crumble

If you want to make it happen, nothing's impossible

I want you for a lifetime

So if you're gonna think twice, baby

I don't wanna know, baby, I don't wanna know

Everything is just right

But if you're gonna think twice, baby

I don't wanna know, baby, I don't wanna know

Kiss me once, kiss me twice, kiss me three times

Cross the line

Don't think twice, don't think twice

Don't think twice, baby, don't think twice

Kiss me once, kiss me twice, kiss me three times

Cross the line

Kiss me once, kiss me twice, kiss me three times

Be mine

Don't think twice, don't think twice

Don't think twice, baby, don't think twice

#kh #kingdom hearts #kh sora #kh kairi #kairi #kh3 #utada hikaru you absolute mastermind #hikaru utada #kingdom hearts 3 #sokai

[somniar]

@ryulockweek day 2: confession

If you want to take it to an even higher level All you gotta do is say the word, you know I'll follow If you want to take it to an even higher level (I don't, I don't bite) If you want to make it happen nothing's impossible All you gotta do is say the word and walls will crumble If you want to make it happen nothing's impossible

I want you for a lifetime So if you're gonna think twice, baby I don't wanna know, baby, I don't wanna know Everything is just right But if you're gonna think twice, baby I don't wanna know, baby, I don't wanna know

Kiss me once, kiss me twice Kiss me three times Cross the line Kiss me once, kiss me twice Kiss me three times Be mine

EVERY NEW EVENT THIS GETS CLOSER TO COMPLETION and i am. so so normal about it

based on @angelaerium and i's canonverse writing... happens right after 2-5, after months and months of slow-burn and holding back

check under the read more for the still frames!

#herryu #ryulock #ryuulock #homuryuu #homuryu #ryulockweek2023 #ryunosuke naruhodo #dgs sherlock holmes #herlock sholmes #the great ace attorney #ace attorney #hamsart

[tekutiger]

#music #song #songs #Don't Think Twice #Utada Hikaru #(english version) #don't think twice- don't think twice #don't think twice- baby- don't think twice #if you want to take it to an even higher level #all you gotta do is say the word- you know I'll follow #I don't- I don't bite #if you want to make it happen- nothing's impossible #all you gotta do is say the word- the walls will crumble #TekuTiger's Playlist

[dabiboy]

Did someone order angst? Here it is! My heart broke while writing this, but I promise you, read all of it, it's angst to fluff and together with my broken Dabi piece this became one of my favorites too.

TW: blood, violence, death, curses. Also some manga spoilers.

In a Million Years

All of his body hurt. Different types of pain. What had happened? How much time has he been there? Hawks didn't know, and what woke him up was the annoying white light coming from the roof, that, and the blood dripping down his forehead.

The pain and the lack of weight on his back made him aware or the missing wings, but it was still hard to focus and to process how he got there.

"Are you finally going to tell us where the documents are, bird shit?" A male voice said out of nowhere. What documents?

"I don't know what are you talking about" He said weakly. His hands were tied behind his body, all of his limbs were in pain. And there were no feathers around to help him.

"The documents, now!" A kick in his face. Where the hell where his wings? Not even feathers?

"I have no idea what are you talking about!" Keigo hissed, trying to stay firm and not to break in front of those unknown man.

"Boss, the pidgeon won't talk"

"Oh, is that so?" Another man knelt down in front of him, pulling his golden locks to make him look up "Then let's make the bird sing" They laughed, standing up and walking away from him "bring the kid"

At the selection of words, Hawks eyes went wide open. Did they kidnap a kid? Was it the name of a villain? Fuck, wait a second. It couldn't be. His heart started beating faster and harder against his chest, hoping he was wrong. And then, his soul left his body, replacing it with fear and despair. When the huge metal gate opened, he saw it. A large man's hand on a tiny shoulder, a shaking shoulder. Haru had a bruised eye, tears were still wet on his cheeks as he hold on to his dino plushie, cucumber, with his last bits of strenght.

"Daddy!" He screamed and try to run to him, but the man didn't let him.

"Haru!" Keigo screamed, losing his mind, breaking his voice "What the fuck do you all think you're doing!" He tried to get away from the ropes grip, but it was impossible "Let him go! Please! He has nothing to do with all of this!"

"Are you gonna speak then?" One of the men asked.

"I know shit! I-I swear I don't just let him go" He kept moving, but when he did the man that was holding Haru pushed him down to the floor, his knees getting hurt. He started crying again.

"We'll start plucking him if you don't speak, fucking pidgeon"

"I swear I know nothing, I work for the commission, my father was a thief and a murderer, I was undercover with the league, I- I fucking killed Twice but please just don't hurt him, he's just a kid, he's just-" they cut him off when another kick was given to him, making him spit blood.

"Don't hurt my daddy!"

"Shut up you too" The other man did pressure, making Haru legs hurt thanks the hard concrete beneath him.

"Hey, hey kid. Look at me, it'll be fine, ok? It's fine. Just hold on a bit longer, I'll get us out of here" Keigo said with a trembling voice, blood covering his face together with sweat and dirt.

"And now you're lying to him. So pathetic." Haru's plushie was taken away from him, and the man kicked him towards Keigo's direction. "Fucking speak or next will be your damn child!" Rage was the only emotion in his voice, and Hawks was helpless than ever.

"I already told you everything! I-I don't know what the hell you're talking about," a sob "listen, I've got money, I can give you everything the fuck you want you can even kill me right here but let my son out of this" he spoke through his teeth, pain more evident than ever.

"You are worthless," their boss said "let him go, and the child to" a man started cutting the ropes that were holding Hawks, finally feeling peace "get rid of both of them" and with that last sentence, everything went to shit.

Haru was free from his grip too, running towards his dad who was still weak on the floor, and just two steps before he could make it to Keigo's arm, a deafening noise filled the room. A gunshot.

Hawks didn't even have the time to scream when his son fell to his arms, blood dripping his shirt.

"Haru!" He said, moving as he could, laying him on his leg as he pulled his bleeding torso to his body "No no no no, you fucking bastards!" A piercing scream left his throat, but the men were already gone. "Baby, baby come on. Look at me, please" he gave little slaps on his cheek, trying to make him open his eyes, while his free hand tried to put pressure on the wound. "Haru I need you to wake up, please my boy come on, stay here" his chin was trembling, tears running wild down his dirty cheeks "Someome help!" Keigo looked around, but it was only him and Haru.

"Dad?" He said weakly. "Where's... Cucum..." He was already slurring his words.

"What? Cucumber, your dino. Right here baby, there" after looking around, he streteched his arm towards the stuffed animal, giving it to Haru.

"Come on chicken wing, talk to me please. We-we gotta go home, to mommy, to your friends, come on" it was impossible to describe Keigo's emotion at thar point. He was broken, more broken than any other man in history.

"Daddy I'm... I'm scared" Haru finally opened his golden eyes, breaking Hawks's heart even more "I'm cold"

"No, no, don't be. It'll be fine I promise I, please I-I will take you home now. Haru? Hey, Haru!" Keigo held him tight against his chest, his mouth wide open but no sounds leaving, just drowned screams full with sorrow. His boy, his precious boy was suffering and there was anything he could do about it. He was about to leave. And he knew it, he fucking knew it. Keigo's lips were on Haru's forehead, whispering words of hope, promises that he was not going to be able to fulfill. Not anymore. His hand was on Haru's head, afraid of let him go. But after short seconds, the green-like dinosaur plushie fell to the floor. Free from Haru's hug. Keigo's throat almost bleeding from the strength of his painful scream, of his cry for help.

And then, he woke up.

Hawks sat abruptly on the bed, cold sweat covering his whole body as his erratic breath kept him unaware of his where being. A comfy bed, natural sun light, smell of cookies, fresh mint, perfume. Home. He was there and he couldn't tell. It was his room, the room he shared with you. Pictures of Haru, you and him were on the night stand and hanging on the wall. His cheeks were still wet, he was crying in his sleep. Keigo got up, the similar pain on his limbs returned, but also did the weight on his back. His wings were there too, big and strong as always. Giving a fuck about the pain, he walked out the room. The hallway that led to the living room was empty, also the bathroom, the guest room and Haru's room. But there was noise coming from the living room. And when he got there? His heart skipped a beat, his shoulder resting on the wall when he lost his balance.

"Daddy you're awake!" Haru said happily, setting his dino book aside. "I will call mommy, she said I should call her when you-" Keigo interrupted him. He had walked towards him when he was still talking, and kneeling on the floor he hugged the kid tighter than ever. "Uhm, are you ok?" Haru asked with curiosity. "You're sweating! Maybe you have a fever, I gotta call-"

"I'm fine, my chicken wing" a sob, followed by a smile "I'm better than ever" gaining distance, Keigo cupped Haru's face in both hands "I'm just very, very happy to see you" He laughed just a bit, combing his hair and kissing his forehead. He pulled him in again, his hand caressing Haru's hair. And then it hit him. He was on a mission, and a wanna be villain with a strong quirk disabled him and made Hawks fell to a rooftop, hitting his head and vanishing. Everything was a dream, a nasty dream.

"Did you have an ugly dream? I have those sometimes too" Haru said, trying to look at his dad, whom nodded.

"I did. It was, uhm... A very ugly one" Keigo tried to smile, reassuring his kid that now he was fine. He got free from his grip and ran to grab his plushie.

"Here! You can hug cucumber, I hug him everytime when I have ugly dreams" Haru smiled widely, giving Hawks his most precious item.

"Thank you, chicken nugget" Keigo hug the plushie and kissed it's head, but then placed it on the couch. "Wanna eat some fried chicken, and a huuuge milkshake? Whadaya' say" again he didn't even care about his pain, he grabbed Haru by the waist so he could lift him in his arms. "We can even call mommy and tell her to leave the agency earlier, sounds good?"

"Yes!!" Haru raised his arms in victory "can cucumber have a milkshake too?"

"He can have two milkshakes" Keigo kissed his cheeks, making the child clap in joy. "Hey, kid" this time, Haru tilted his head, showing he was paying attention and that, at the same time, he was curious "I love you. So, so much. Never forget that, ok? I will always protect and take care of you, got it? You're my chicken wing, I love you," a kiss on his temple, "I love you" another on his forehead.

"I wub you too, daddy! And Cucumber loves you as well" Haru smiled widely, giving Hawks's heart the peace he needed.

"Yeah, there's love for him too" Keigo laughed and started walking towards the kitchen "Now, let's order some food and call mommy, ok?" Haru held tightly to his father's neck, resting his cheek on his shoulder. And Keigo? Keigo held him with all of his strength. He was not leaving his baby boy. Never, never in a million years.

#hawks x reader #hawks headcanons #mha hawks #my hero academia hawks #hawks #hawksbnha #hawks x y/n #bnha hawks #keigo x y/n #bnha keigo #keigo takami imagine #keigo takami mha #keigo takami #takami keigo x reader #mha takami keigo #takami keigo #Spotify

[solesurvivorpaigeargot]

HOLY HELLO, friends and followers! It's once again that time, time for...

SKETCHY SATURDAY!

This week, we're bringing back one of my favorite types of prompt-- the Quote prompt!

This one is pretty simple, but I still gotta lay down the rules. Follow me past the read-more if you're wanting to participate this week!

This week is all about the dialog-- requesters may select a character and a quote to send in, after which I'll do the rest. If you're an old hand at this event, this is exactly the same as previous quotation prompts, just with an updated quote list.... buuuuut you can still validate my time spent writing the guidelines every week by reading them anyway XD

For the rest of ye, ONWARDS!

To send a VALID request for this week's Sketchy Saturday, send an ASK to my ASKBOX containing the following:

The CHARACTER you'd like sketched ---- Canon? Yep! OC? Hell yes! Everybody's welcome so long as they're from the Fallout Universe! ---- One character per ask ---- Sending an OC? Send your request ask FIRST, and THEN send reference info to my Tumblr IM ---- Don't have a reference image? Text description is fine! Going from text lets me flex my character design muscles!

The NUMBER of your selected quote ---- Numbers help me find things faster, but you can transcribe the quote, too, if you wanna. ---- Got more than one favorite? List up to three, in order of preference. If someone else has used your first choice, I'll move on to your second [or third]. ---- Still can't choose? Send me 'Dealer's Choice!' and I'll pick one... or maybe make up something new on the spot ;3

As always, I'd like to remind everyone that the artist is a singular human, managing this event to try and give people some joy during a time when there seems to be a dwindling supply. Please remember to be polite, say please and thanks, reblog the art after it's finished, make 'oooo' noises in the tags, all that good shit.

Kay? M'kay.

And with that all outta the way... THE QUOTES!

CW for a lot of colorful language, implied violence, and general vulgarity XD

“Excellence knows no age.”

"Whoa, whoa, calm down-- my metaphorical dick can only get so hard."

"Like... a broken clock is right twice a day, but I feel like I'm insulting the clock with that comparison."

"You know, people in this town have a habit of getting in over their heads... like at the bottom of the ocean."

"What the fuck is that look for?"

"Shhhhh.... the adults are talking."

"I did NOT just spend six days in a hole to NOT get drunk at the first opportunity."

"And whether you believe that... or you're correct, it makes a nice hot take."

“Goddamnit, we fought a revolution so we wouldn’t have to pay any attention to the FUCKING British!

“We plan ahead; that way, we don’t do anything right now."

"If you don't stop smirking at me like that, I'm gonna have to kiss you."

"Shenanigans! I'm calling Shenanigans!!"

"Fuck you guys, I'm going home."

"That would imply some kind of agency-- I assure you, I did not CHOOSE this in any capacity."

"On a scale of one to ten, I think I'm hanging out somewhere in the concept of infinity."

"Got the short end of the stick, so I started beating people with it."

"That was so low on the list of things I expected to happen, it was in another state."

"BALLS TO THE WALL, BOYS!"

“You put a whole new shine on the word overkill.”

"Above my paygrade."

"I'm surrounded by assholes..."

"Besides-- in my professional opinion, the change is an improvement."

"A lifetime of preparation... and I end up a REFUGEE?"

".... are you not wearing pants right now?"

“I want a man with a tattoo on his dick! Have I got the right man?”

“I’m short for my height.”

"This isn't a joke, you shit-sucking asshole!"

"Count to... ten."

"Well that's just recockulous."

“So where the hell is the goddamn golden oldie coming from?”

"I always take my own advice under advisement-- you, on the other hand, should pay a little more goddamn attention."

"Listen, babe-- we've been attacked, chased, shot at, poisoned, and blown up! HOW could it get any WORSE?!"

“It will get colder and colder until we all have to go to hell just to warm up.”

“Broke into the wrong goddamn rec-room, didn’t you, you bastard?!”

“When you need it, and don’t have it, you sing a different tune.”

“I only speak two languages; English and Bad English!”

"[sigh]... 'Yer face' is NOT a numerical value."

“Nothing is impossible, only mathematically improbable.”

“I mean, [insert your faction of choice] offers to give you anything you want and you ask for just two cases of dynamite?”

“People keep giving me rings, but I really think a small death ray would be more practical.”

“Or, or, and this is the really important part, we might not die.”

"Tch, amateurs."

"Violence isn't the answer, it's the question-- and the answer is yes."

As always, this will be going online just as I'm crashing for the night, but the askbox is open and ready to collect requests right now! So get yours in, and I'll see ya in the morning when I start arting things up! :D

-Loor

#Sketchy Saturday #Sketchy Saturday Prompt #Quotation Prompt #Fallout #Fallout Fandom Event #If you can see this the askbox is open and collecting requests #right now #do it #do eeeeeeeeeet #and then reblog and tell your friends XD

[existential-labrador]

Another Lokius song ❤️

How did I live in a kingdom of thieves

And people who say things they don't really mean, really mean

You're only everything I ever dreamed

Ever dreamed of, ever dreamed of

You must be kidding me, did you really think

I could say no

I want you for a lifetime

So if you're gonna think twice, baby

I don't wanna know, baby, I don't wanna know

Everything is just right

But if you're gonna think twice, baby

I don't wanna know, baby, I don't wanna know

I really don't get what everyone else believes

So why do I say things I don't really mean, really mean

I'm only crying 'cause I never dreamed

It'd take this long, it'd take this long

I want you for a lifetime

So if you're gonna think twice, baby

I don't wanna know, baby, I don't wanna know

Everything is just right

But if you're gonna think twice, baby

I don't wanna know, baby, I don't wanna know

Don't think twice, don't think twice

Don't think twice, baby, don't think twice

If you want to take it to an even higher level

All you gotta do is say the word, you know I'll follow

If you wanna take it to an even higher level

I don't, I don't bite

If you want to make it happen, nothing's impossible

All you gotta do is say the word, the walls will crumble

If you want to make it happen, nothing's impossible

I want you for a lifetime

So if you're gonna think twice, baby

I don't wanna know, baby, I don't wanna know

Everything is just right

But if you're gonna think twice, baby

I don't wanna know, baby, I don't wanna know

Kiss me once, kiss me twice, kiss me three times

Cross the line

Don't think twice, don't think twice

Don't think twice, baby, don't think twice

Kiss me once, kiss me twice, kiss me three times

Cross the line

Kiss me once, kiss me twice, kiss me three times

Be mine

Don't think twice, don't think twice

Don't think twice, baby, don't think twice

#this is a good ineffable husbands song too #loki marvel #loki #lokius #wowki #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #loki x mobius #mcu loki #loki mcu #kingdom hearts #Spotify

[catsafarithewriter]

You asked for prompts so - 1. “Is now a bad time to tell you that I’ve summoned a demon in the kitchen again or should I wait until after you’re done talking on the phone?” Muta to Baron in the bureau. And 2. "When you're here I don't feel so lost" Persephone to Louise. Do your thing :)

A/N: I’m probably gonna do both cause I have ideas for both, but for now let’s go down the “demon summoned in kitchen” one again, with wildly different vibes, and also because @tcrmommabear sent me this song (E.T - Katy Perry, slowed) to see what it would prompt, and the two are working together nicely. 

x

PROMPT: Is now a bad time to tell you that I’ve summoned a demon in the kitchen again, or should I wait until after you’re done talking on the phone?”

x

Baron lowered the phone. “Again?” he echoed. “When did you summon a demon the first time?”

“Uh, never?”

“It wasn’t a demon,” Haru piped up from the other end of the phone. “His name was Vincent and he didn’t appreciate you messing around with portals you don’t understand.”

“He had horns!” Muta hollered back.

“He was a goatman!”

Baron pinched the bridge of his nose. “Muta, why don’t you just show me this alleged demon you’ve brought into our kitchen?”

“Oh, I’ve gotta see this,” Haru said. “I’ll be there in five,” and she hung up. 

“How did you even summon a demon in the first place?” Baron asked. 

“Alright, so you remember when we went to the spirit festival last summer and there were these stalls selling apparently cursed chopping boards?”

“No.”

Muta paused. “Huh. I may not have told you about that.”

“You bought a cursed chopping board?!”

“I thought it was false advertising! Like zero-fat food or easy-to-assemble furniture! It’s not my fault they were telling the truth!”

“… Fine. And what makes you so sure it’s a demon… oh.” He halted at the doorway. 

Above the kitchen counter, a creature of nightmares and death clattered. 

It didn’t resemble a demon in any of the more western ideas of demons and the underworld, but there could be no doubt about it that this… creature had been dragged up from some hellish domain. 

It was built from bones and decay, multiple skulls swaying for dominance along what could possibly pass for shoulders on the beast, spheres of light glimmering inside the eye sockets. The rest of its body was an ever-shifting, ever-pulsing amalgamation of ribs and bones and limbs bound together in a weeping darkness. 

It only took up the extent of counter to ceiling, but that was enough. Too much. 

Heads turned to Baron as he approached. Jaws slackened in the likeness of smiles. “Well, well, well,” it wheezed, and its voice was the sound of twigs snapping, wind whistling through dead branches, a hundred voices screaming from afar. Its words echoed in upon itself. “What can I do for you, Baron?”

Baron inhaled sharply, the only outward sign of shock he allowed. “How do you know my name?”

“I know all about you. All of you.” The heads shuffled, another skull - one of a bear - rising to the front. “I can see into your very soul, your essence. Do you think such a paltry thing as a name would be hidden from me?”

“And what are you?”

“Does it really matter?” it hissed. 

Baron tilted his head. “I suppose not. Muta, did you receive any instructions on how to deal with your cursed chopping board when you bought it?”

“Don’t ya think I would have brought it up by now if I had?”

The creature laughed. It was not a pleasant sound. “The contract you have me bound by demands I grant one wish. Do that, and I shall be gone.”

“Fine then. I wish-”

Baron motioned sharply before Muta could finish. “We don’t know what kind of forces we’re playing with here.” 

“Are you sure?” The creature shifted, its form angled towards Muta now. “I can grant you anything. Is there truly nothing you would ask for? Nothing in all the world that you would want back? Renaldo Moon, you lost so much that night, so much I could return to you.” 

Baron glanced to Muta. His friend’s old name sent alarm bells ringing through his mind. “Muta…”

“Hush, Creation,” the creature crooned. “Don’t speak of matters you know nothing about. Do you really think he would eat a lake full of fish on a whim? Do you think so lowly of your friend that you never thought to ask what really happened that night?” 

“Shut up.”

The creature’s many heads swivelled back to Muta. “What did you say?”

“I said shut up. Butt out. Yer think I’m stupid? Yer think I’m really gonna wish upon some bone freak? Yer really do have nothing but air in those skulls, do ya?”

The bear jaw snapped shut. The heads shuffled again, this time an owl skull taking precedence. Huge eye sockets, over half the size of the skull, focused on something behind them. “Then the crow Creation. Surely you have something you want?”

Baron and Muta looked back to see Toto arrive, dipping his head through the doorway. For a long moment, Toto didn’t say anything. Then, “The cursed chopping board? Really? I told you it was a bad idea, puddingbrains.”

“Yeah, yeah, just think of a way to get rid of it, beaky.”

The bony beak of the creature curved upwards, an impossible smile along its face. “Toto,” it whistled, its voice a slightly different tenor, but still like nails on a chalkboard. “There are things you want. I know there are things you want. Wish, and it shall be granted.”

Toto tilted his head to the other two Bureau members. “Has it already tried this with you two?”

“Jus’ me so far.”

“Did it do as badly as this?”

“You laugh and you joke and you throw yourself into the Bureau, never stopping long enough to think back to the past,” the creature continued, undaunted by Toto’s indifference. “But the past is always there, always haunting you, always one step behind you. You think I can’t see that? One wish, and I can give it all back to you. I can return the lives that you were unable to protect. I can give you back your home.”

Toto was silent for a long moment. 

“My home is here now,” he said eventually. Quietly. “These are the people I protect.” 

The creature observed him, only the clattering of its bones supplying sound. The light within its eye sockets dimmed and the owl skull sunk down. A feline skull took its place… or almost feline, anyway. The proportions didn’t quite rest properly in its form, its outline shifting between feline and… something else. Those empty eyes turned to Baron, changing focus as easy as breathing. “Your companions look to the past, whereas you, Baron, you… are all about the future. I can respect that. No looking back for you.” 

“I have watched you try your tricks twice before. You have nothing left to surprise me with.”

The skull shifted into a smile, shimmering between forms. For a moment, it looked nearly human, and then it was back to feline and Baron could have believed he missaw. 

“Such bold words for one who buries his desires so deep,” it purred. It lowered its head and Baron saw the light within its eye sockets was golden. “Your companions may yearn for a missing piece of their past, but you yearn for something you haven’t even lost yet. Tell me, Creation, how is the human? Are you still torturing her by pretending not to notice how she feels?”

Baron took a step back. “I don’t know what-”

“Don’t you? That’s funny; your companions do.” Multiple heads flickered towards Muta and Toto. “Don’t you?”

Both looked away. 

“Tell me, Baron,” the feline head continued, “what do you think is keeping you at bay? Is it her mortality? Yours? Tell me why you lie to her, to yourself, again and again. How long will this merry little dance go on for? A month? A year? A lifetime? You may have all the time in the world, but it is ticking on for her. Tell me, Baron, and I can wish it all away.”

“You talk too much,” Baron growled. 

“And you talk too little.”

The seconds passed, and even the clattering of the bones were silent. 

“She has a life,” Baron said softly, “and it is not my place to intrude.”

“A human life,” the creature translated.

“Yes.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

Baron turned on the creature. “That is not my decision to make.”

“No,” it said, unaffected. “It’s hers.” And it nodded to the frozen form at the door. 

“Haru-” Baron breathed. 

“Is it true?” she interrupted. “Is that why you’ve kept quiet all this time?”

“Why don’t you wish and find out?” the creature crooned. 

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Haru snapped. Her gaze shot back to Baron. “Is it true? Baron.”

He was still, so terribly still. “Haru-”

“Is it true?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He slowly met her eyes. “Because you are mortal. You deserve the chance for a mortal life.”

She strode to him, closing the space between them in three quick sharp steps. “Don’t think I should be the one who gets to decide that?” she asked. “What do you think I’ve been doing all this time?”

“You may come to regret your decision.”

“You mean regret you.”

“Regret letting your mortal life pass you by. I am eternally aware you are a guest in our world; it would be presumptuous to think we do anything but borrow you.”

Haru stepped away as if stung. “Is that what you think of me? A guest?”

“Eventually, you will have to return to your human life.”

“But if that were not the case?”

The creature clattered, its form shifting with the unspoken potential. Baron glanced to it out of the corner of his eye. “Do not wish anything you’ll come to regret,” he said. 

“I’m not talking about wishes,” Haru retorted. “I’m talking about us. If my mortal life was not something you had to worry about, if I were like... like you, would things be different between us?”

“Yes.”

Haru’s eyes narrowed, but whatever she had to say was swallowed by the unearthly laughter of the creature. “There you have it,” it purred, its voice reverberating in on itself. “He admits it. But you - we - can change that. All it takes is just one little wish-”

Haru snarled and rounded on the creature. “I wish you’d crawl back into whatever gutter came from!” she snapped and turned back to Baron even as the creature hissed and curled in upon itself. “How can someone so smart be so stupid?”

The rest of the Bureau uneasily eyed the space where the creature had occupied. Faint smoke curdled from the chopping board but, other than that, there was no sign it had ever existed. 

“Baron!”

He glanced to the chopping board and then back to Haru. “I thought-”

“What? Did you really think I was going to listen to anything that home-bought demon had to offer? I’m angry, not dumb. But you... I cannot believe how much time we have wasted because some idiotic notion of what a mortal life should be has numbed you into a state of emotional constipation!”

“What?”

She huffed and stepped back up to him. “I choose you. I chose you a long time ago, and I will always choose you. I guess the only question left is if you choose me too?”

Baron didn’t - couldn’t - answer immediately. “Yes,” he whispered. “Always.”

#thedrunkenwerewolf #replies #tcrmommabear #prompts written #cat writes #tcr ficlet #the cat returns #this is like spot the reference #there's at least one for TAZ #amnesty #and another for handplates? #a slight nod to the headcanon that muta was human once upon a time #also personal headcanon for toto sneaking up #oh the 'pretending not to notice how she feels' line is borrowed straight from skulduggery pleasant #the cat queues #also this got cheesy towards the end #tonewise this is all over the place #I regret nothing #wraps this up and throws it out into the void

[jojoreadwhat]

T W E L V E • A Gwilym Lee Story | 5. the one with the heat wave

Author’s Note: THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR GIVING THIS LOVE. It’s my baby! I promise you, there’s soooo much about to happen soon! Enjoy!

Sylvia •

If I didn't believe that the day I walked in on Ben and his mistress, in my bedroom was the worst of my life recently. Today could've easily taken its spot, on this new list I'm currently creating. It has only been a week working at Jimmy Bean's and I've already been fired.

Nothing was going right! Orders were wrong, baking is definitely not a strong skill of mine. And being yelled at for horrible tasting coffee was worse than being yelled at over toner.

Joe was trying so hard to help me out earlier on and I owed it to him big time. I just never thought that brewing coffee could be the hardest thing to do but I was proven wrong. Now as I sit on an empty bench, with my shitty cup of coffee, waiting for the subway to arrive.

I've always been a true believer that everything happens for a reason. Or that you've gotta get through the bad to get to the good of life. I've just been insecure about it all lately. Hitting nothing but walls in the last three weeks. Feeling like I'm on my road to my rock bottom. I had it perfect months earlier, even a few years back. All these achievements that I was striving for all along, they came so easily.

College degrees

New job

New apartment

New beau..

I sighed at the recapturing. Processing it all as I closed my eyes for a moment and bringing them back to the platform. Before wiping my forehead of sweat, oh and! Did I not mention it's the hottest day of the year?

Literally hell at its finest.

Even after all of this nonsense I've endured so far. I know I'll still always be a firm believer of the "good things" though. Just being out of my comfort zone of home just made it worse but at the same time. I wasn't going to let this set me back completely. I'm just nervous of what hell was going to happen next I guess.

++

After walking the rest of the way from the subway. I made a quick pit stop to the corner store before heading to the apartment.

"Lucy!" I called out, going into the kitchen and putting the milk away, sucking in the cool air for a second. As it felt hotter in the place than it did outside. I was surprised by no answer since she mentioned she was home today. I went to her room and nothing but a made bed (surprisingly)

When I came back into the common rooms, I noticed a little note next to our last bottle of wine on the table.

Syl,

I had a last minute flight to catch for work.

I'll be back in a few days, if it gets too hot.

The apartment AC is in my storage closet

with a tool set. Good luck!

- Lucy

I took the note to fan myself in search of this closet. It was next to the bathroom, under the last shelf. And there she was, our air conditioner. Dusty and needed to be love. I went to pull it out, but I couldn't pick it up after that. It was too heavy.

"How the hell am I supposed to do this?" I said into the air. I couldn't stand another minute in this heat. I wondered if Joe was home since he left early today?

Finding the tool set and cleaned the window near a plug for this thing to work. I opened the door to cross the hall to apartment eleven. Joe and Gwilym’s place. Knocking twice.

"Let it be Joe." I said to myself, repeating, hoping to god that he could help me and I wouldn't get stuck with Gwil. So far, things weren't so bad with him but at the same time tension was still there and he's wit and sarcasm was not something I wanted to deal with right now.

But of course, today was continuing to test me.

Gwilym answered the door with his short dark brown locks disarrayed and shirtless. Only dressed in black pants, hanging loosely below his waist. Exposing his slender build and lightly toned chest and waist.

"Yes?" He greeted, then. Snapping back from the view as I caught myself staring. Suddenly feeling the cool air coming into the hall from his apartment. Reminding me why I was standing in front of him in the first place.

I cleared my throat, "Hey, is Joe home?" I asked. Watching Gwilym smirked shortly after.

"Why? Do you fancy him too?" He joked, immediately clicking that I was not the only one that seen the exchanges between Joe and Lucy.

"Haha, so funny." I retorted, then. "I needed help putting in the air conditioner." Explaining, but of course it didn't stop Gwilym there.

He was leaning his arm on the door frame, "It's easy, just place it in the window and plug it in." He stated.

I can't stand him.

I chuckled loudly, "That would be great if I could lift it off the floor." I replied again, beginning to turn back to my door. "I'm just going to suffer till Joe gets back."

I heard Gwilym readjusting himself to close the door. "Okay, sounds good."

"Mhm, thanks for wasting my time." I said, then.

"Same to you!" I heard him say. Before shutting the door behind myself. Retreating back to my sauna.

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Gwilym •

I watched the dark brunette walk across the hall and close the door behind her. A part of me felt like I had succeeded. In whatever little game this was we were playing since we introduced ourselves. Constant comebacks and wit anytime we were around one another.

Then there was a part of me that I didn't quite fully understand. That I wanted to help her out for some reason. Standing in my place with the air on full blast, imagining that she's dealing with what I just solved an hour ago myself.

I don't know what is was first. That she was Lucy’s best friend. I love Lucy, and she's the first I think that I haven't slept with during my time in the city. We made out once, laughed it off, of course. Ultimately I looked at her like a sister and if it were to have been vice versa of her knocking for help. I probably would have been in her apartment by now.

Or the inevitability that Sylvia was gorgeous. Dark hair, blue eyes, the perfect bone structure a person could have to their face. A light complexion that all of the above was brought beautifully together in her choices of lipsticks. Along with a killer body and legs that were always well complimented with anything above her knees. I'd pretty much do anything for a gorgeous woman, that's why I had a pretty high reputation in the matters of months.

But all I knew I was now fishing for my tool box and heading across the way.

After I knocked, Sylvia opened the door in a complete wardrobe change. Her hair thrown up into a messy bun and away from her shoulders. In a grey camisole, cropped above her belly button and black shorts.

She rolled her blue eyes at the site of me, "Are you here torment me some more?" She questioned, then.

"Where's the air conditioner?" I asked. Welcoming me in with what I think was the first ever smile I've received.

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Sylvia stated the obvious that the AC was heavy. Bigger than Joe and I’s for sure, it came quite clear that the girls place was actually bigger as well. I wasn't so sure how Lucy and her ex-roommate Allen got this in last summer. But it definitely wasn't easy.

To make it so much easier, sarcastically speaking, none of the screws were working to secure the thing in place.

"I'm running out of ice." Sylvia interrupted my frustration, bringing in water for the meantime to cool down. I thanked her, then. "I know it's going to seem crazy." I started, after. Explaining that none of the screws were long enough and that I had longer ones in my junk drawer.

"Do you think you could hold this in place?" I asked the impossible. She looked at me like she seen three ghosts fly by. This was going to be great. But luckily she was willing to try.

When she replaced my hand with hers, I was thanking a god I didn't believe in before running across to my own kitchen.

I came back in seconds, "Alright, where's the screwdriver?!" Forgetting my footing before I left. I began looking through the tool box,

"I found it!" Sylvia exclaimed shortly before screaming, "NO!!" after doing the worst thing possible.

She let go of the air conditioner.

#bohemian rhapsody #mine #borhap #gwilym lee #gwilym lee imagines #gwilym lee smut #gwilym lee fanfic #gwilym lee fanfiction #slutforbritdick #apartment 12

[woozletania]

Sanctuary (RR/GOTG slice of life)

It started one day in the most innocuous way imaginable: nothing more dramatic than an E-mail. "Hey Rock," Quill said, slumped back in the pilot's chair idly scanning the screen as he helped Rocket work on a problem with the Milano. "Got a letter from your doctor friend." "Those're always good," Rocket replied, his head and body down to the armpits inside a panel working on control connections.  "Try the upper right aileron control." Star-Lord obediently pressed a control and Rocket made a happy noise from inside the console, his ringed tail twitching in not-quite-a-wag.  Peter went on. "Weird thing is the subject line is public but the body is locked, or I'd read it to you. All I can see is 'P. Foster' and 'It's happening again'." There was a dull bang from inside the console as Rocket's tail went stiff. Peter watched curiously as a hand appeared, set down a wrench.  Rocket's voice was deadly calm. "Read that again, Pete." "'It's happening again.' That's all I can read, man." "Oh.  Okay then." The hand grabbed the wrench and Rocket worked briefly, then slid back into view.  As usual he was covered with dust and smears of grease but a spot of bloody fur over one eye showed where he'd hit his head.  "That'll hold it.  I gotta hit the can." Gamora came up the stairs just as Rocket went down and the little raccoon pushed past her with even worse manners than usual. The green-skinned assassin took one look at the open panel and discarded tools the raccoon left in his wake and came to the obvious conclusion.  "In the middle of something?  Mantis has lunch ready." "I guess.". Peter fiddled with the controls, watching the indicators as he tried the various control surfaces, thrusters and engines.  "Looks like it's all working. Figure Rocket will want to work on it more though, he doesn't leave his personal tool kit just lying where everyone can get at it unless he's in the middle of something." But Rocket didn't show up at lunch and didn't answer when Mantis knocked on his door.  Weirdly enough he'd even locked Groot out and the tree, a little taller than the raccoon now and going through early teenage crankiness, spent two minutes banging on the door until Rocket finally swore and opened it. "What? I was just doin' some stuff." Groot handed him back his tools, which got a grunt of something like 'thanks' from the raccoon, who then finally emerged and locked the door behind him. Drax happened by just then and the three made their way to the common area for a belated lunch. Peter, Gamora and Mantis were all there around the table and Mantis reached out without thinking to pet Rocket, seeing from the angle of his ears that he was in a bad mood.  Rocket was a lot more likely to let someone pet him these days but this time he flinched away and sat by himself, grabbing one of the sandwiches from the platter without a word. Seeing Rocket in a bad mood was nothing new but he was usually nicer to Mantis than this and Peter spoke up.  "Was that letter bad news, Rock?" "Oh that," Rocket grunted between bites.  "Not really. He did say he met another guy who's up on my model of cybernetics and that I should have him take a quick look next time I'm in the area.  So I wanna swing by Kopleth today, since we're between money runs." "Kopleth?  Dull place, but I guess," Peter said.  There was nothing but the sound of munching and Drax loudly slurping soup after that until Rocket finished eating. The second the door to his room closed, though, the conversation started up again. "You don't believe him, do you?" Said Gamora. "Not for a second," Quill replied. "I am Groot," said the sapling. "Yes," rumbled Drax.  "He had his weapons out and a bag of bombs half packed when I saw into his room for a moment.  Whatever he's going to Kopleth for, it is not to see a doctor." Gamora's smart pad beeped, and she read the message before turning the screen so the others could see.  It was from Nebula. 'Not supposed to tell you this, but he's in your crew.  Rocket just asked me to help him kill some people.  Something going on I should know about?' Rocket should have known that on a ship this small it was impossible to keep secrets.  Perhaps he did, because when they arrived on Kopleth and he made his way down the docking ramp, bag-full-o-guns over his shoulder, it was an expression of resignation more than anything else that crossed his face when he found his friends waiting at the bottom. "Before you say anything," he said.  "This isn't anything you want to be a part of. It's personal business." Gamora held up her smart pad once more.  'If you are reading this I am dead, on the run or in jail. The bounty on me will be huge if it's the middle one, so I'll understand if you come after me. It was something I had to do. No apologies.' Rocket groaned.  "That was supposed to be time locked until tomorrow." "Not when I know to look," Gamora said.  "And I knew something was going on." "Yes," said Nebula as she stepped off her ship.  "What is going on, fox?" "It's happening again," Rocket said a little later in the Milano's common area.  "I can't let it happen again. Never again." "What's going on, buddy?" Rocket sat with his ears down and his little clawed hands between his knees. He counted the grenades on his belt, twice, before continuing.  "Doc Foster got a job offer.  They knew he worked at Halfworld and gave him a virtual tour of the new facility.  Animal Uplift.  Cybernetic implants.  Vivisection. Euthanizing the subjects when they were done.  Somehow they had data files from the Halfworld complex. There must have been a backup elsewhere and now it's all happening again." There were no tears in the raccoon's eyes. Just determination. "If I have to spend the rest of my life in a cell to stop this, I'll do it. Every one of these bastards has to die. But research like this is legal on Kopleth. I'm going, but the rest of you oughta get out of here now. 'Cept maybe the lady who already has a giant bounty on her bald head," he said, nodding to Nebula. "You're not going, buddy," Star-Lord said.  "Not without me." "There will be heavy security, yes?" Drax asked, and Rocket nodded.  "Then I will not be left out of a good fight." "And if my sister goes, I go," said Gamora.  Nebula just smiled. "You don't get it," Rocket said.  "We spent the last year building up a reputation. This could destroy it.  If it's just me you can say I was a rogue. I'm expendable." "No," Gamora said, and everyone (except maybe Nebula) said together, "You aren't." Rocket sighed.  Not surprised, just a little sad.  Peter spoke up next.  "So you got a plan, little buddy?" "'Course I got a plan," Rocket mumbled.  "Always got a plan." "One that involves all of us, not just you?" "Told you," Rocket said with the beginning of a smile.  "I always got a plan." And that's why it was that Drax, armed with a missile launcher of Rocket's own design, Gamora with her plasma rifle and Quill with his pistols stormed the front of the complex to draw attention away from the back, while Rocket, Rocket-sized Groot and Nebula, whose cybernetics made her eerily flexible, entered via the ductwork Rocket had identified from the schematics he'd studied. Some of the vents were too small for even Nebula and so they soon separated with a whispered "Kill only when necessary," for Rocket eventually allowed himself to be reminded that not everyone they encountered would be a monster. Yet the first thing he did was drop out of an air vent onto the shoulders of a Xandarian who was cutting open a black-furred creature, dig his claws into the man's throat and rip it out. "Nod if you understand," he whispered, undoing the furry thing's restraints even as the researcher toppled over. It nodded, and Rocket slapped an emergency medical patch over the hole the "doctor" had put in the long-eared creature and gestured for it to follow him. There was a thump against the wall nearby, probably Nebula shattering some fool's skull, and a black-clad security guard popped through a door only to get a chest full of Rocket's hand-made APX - Armor Piercing Explosive - rounds. The next room had nothing but a few empty cages and bloodstained operating tables, though Rocket reflexively pocketed a handful of servo components from a table. Distant shouts and gunfire meant the other Guardians were fighting their way in and this place clearly wasn't built and staffed to withstand a major assault, which was just what you got when Gamora and Drax led an attack. "I am Groot?" The black-furred test subject jumped when a three-foot-tree man man his appearance but Rocket just smiled.  "Yeah, can you get that door?". He'd been about to blast the armored portal but Groot's strength was all out of proportion to his size and his tendrils ripped the thing from its hinges. "Jackpot!" Cages, test subjects - and a couple of guards.  Rocket got one before they recovered from the sudden disappearance of the armored door and speed and small size gave him the advantage he needed to take out the other. "Get 'em out, get 'em out!" He blew away what he recognized as a cybernetics jammer mounted just outside the row of cages and Groot ripped the door off the nearest just as a white-jacketed researcher appeared.  Rocket hesitated to shoot an unarmed man and thus made a mistake that would make him wake staring at the ceiling and shaking for years afterward. The man didn't need a gun to smash his hand into a panic button and the result was clouds of green poison gas spraying from nozzles on the ceiling. "Shit!  Hurry!" The furthest cages were already out of sight in a cloud of poison, as was the researcher, and Rocket resorted to shooting the locks off the cages he could still see.  Half shaved, cybernetic implant-studded animals of several unfamiliar species  leapt out and ran for the door and Rocket cursed as he shot the lock off a cage that held a shivering yellow-furred creature curled in a ball as far away from the bars as it could get. He had already breathed more of the green gas than he liked and all he could do was grab the thing and yank it out of the cage. Mistake.  He should have known it would panic and with an animalistic shriek the long, flexible yellow creature wrapped around him like a snake and sank sharp fangs into his neck. The spray of red told him he was in real trouble but Rocket was no stranger to pain and he grabbed a gas-added creature from another cage and staggered for the door, weighed down by two of them and passing the handheld one off to Groot as he made it through the doorway and slammed it shut. Everything still alive in that room wouldn't be that way for long and he wasn't doing so good either. The whiskery muzzle was still clamped down on the side of his neck and Groot had to help him run the few dozen yards to daylight. What he saw when he burst into the light astonished him.  Not just the Guardians but hovering Nova fighters, not to mention ground troops who had rounded up a dozen white-coated researchers and were similarly trying to keep track of at least that many research animals.  His keen ears picked up the argument going on between a Nova officer - he recognized Dey - and what must be the head researcher.  "No authority here - research animals, perfectly legal," and something about "Murderous thugs." Rocket ignored the blood running down his chest, got his fingers into the scruff of the yellow thing slowly killing him with its bite and whispered, "Listen - all of you Subjects, listen, say this -" "Rocket!" Quill came running as Rocket's vision began to gray around the edges, blood loss and gas, and Gamora right behind him. No sign of Nebula of course, she'd wisely taken a powder. Just then the yellow thing's fangs came out of his neck and it said, slowly and clearly to the nearest Nova corpsman: "In accordance with the Uniform Sapience Act -" "No!" The head researcher tried to intervene, only for Drax to clothesline him to the ground. "I request sanctuary on the basis of inhumane treatment," the yellow thing said, and the other animals repeated "Sanctuary, sanctuary," and the less Uplifted  or vocal ones spitting out the syllables the way he used to, "sanct-u-ary," And then Rocket was falling over, weighed down by the yellow thing and never so happy in his life to hear one word.  It'd all been worth it.  Live or die, it was so worth it. ***** 'So, not dead,' were Rocket's first thoughts when he woke.  His neck hurt, his chest hurt, and oddly enough his leg hurt too. And the second thing that passed through his mind when he opened his eyes was how familiar the metal ceiling looked. "Why am I not in jail," he mused, and Peter jerked upright in the chair next to the bunk, dropping the Zune headphones he'd been tinkering with. A strange animal chirp came from low down, out of his range of vision, but it hurt to turn his neck so he couldn't see what made it. "Rocket!  Hey, everybody, he's awake!" In an instant the room was crowded with the crew, and even Nebula, and Rocket realized he was in Peter's quarters on board the Milano. The captain's cabin, if you could call it that, was about fifteen percent larger than the space he had before he turned it into a lifeboat and started sleeping in his round padded bed. "I have lots of questions," Rocket said, and then there was another, because a sleek yellow head sporting long, familiar whiskers popped into view as well. He'd never gotten a good look at it but this was indisputably the creature that nearly killed him.  He was too tired and sore to hold that against her.  "I guess they all fall under 'what happened'." "Peter had an idea," Gamora said, and Mantis smiled as she gently scratched Rocket's ears.  "A good one, for a change." "Thanks Gamora," Pete said sourly.  "I called Nova Corps before we went to the compound to see if I could get them to look the other way for a little while as we took off for our new outlaw lives.  When I explained what was going on to Dey he said the following," with that he pointed at Drax. "Animal research is legal in many places," the giant intoned.  "But as far as Nova is concerned, Uplift, or at least the abuse of the resulting sapients is legal nowhere." Peter grinned. "Since Kopleth has no military to speak of they couldn't do much when a Nova troop transport and escorts showed up. Even medics who patched you up, though it was a near thing. You had nerve gas in your system, a nicked artery in your neck and a splinter from a ricochet or something in your calf below the armor." "So we're not outlaws," Rocket said wonderingly.  "What about the research subjects?" "Under Nova supervision," Gamora said.  "To be granted full sapient rights and a share of the penalty fines being assessed against the company.  And we get a share of that too." "Free money!" Pete cheered.  "A reward for just doing good things!" "What about her?" Rocket looked at the whiskery creature, seeing the bolts almost concealed by her fur where the artificial collarbones lay.  He had bolts like that, too. "Her?" Pete looked puzzled.  "You mean 96L02?" "Subject Nine-Six-Lima-Zero-Two reports as ordered, sir," the creature said, and stood up as straight as its long cylindrical body allowed. Rocket winced. "Damn it Pete, you know better than that.  That's not a name and she - yeah, you bald bodies have no noses I know but she is a she - is conditioned to respond to that number.  I don't want to hear one of you say it again. Ever." He reached over to see how she would react, careful not to touch, and webbed hands/forepaws clasped his fingers.  "Rocket," she chirped.  "So so-ree I bit you." "I woulda done the same thing," Rocket said.  "Ask Pete. He got the scars to prove it.  Now we need to get you a name." She stood bolt upright. "Subject Nine-Six-Lima-" "No!" She shrank back, her little low-set ears sinking.  "That was what they called you. You don't belong to them now.  You can have any name you want." "But I don't have a name," she chirped. Do you know the names of the researchers?" "Rocket," Peter said firmly.  "You are not naming her after guys you killed to get her out." "Hey, it worked for me.  And I only killed four anyway." "I am Groot." "That guy killed himself," Rocket said, and that brought back bad memories.  "How many got out?  Test subjects that is." "Thirteen," Gamora said, "But one died from gas exposure. Before you ask, including the one in the operating room there were twenty-six in various stages of Uplift." Rocket swore, but Peter cut him off.  "Subject-" and the yellow creature stood bolt upright, "Er, Lima told us what happened.  Rocket, I was the one who told you not to shoot people who weren't a threat. It's my fault.  And if we'd all gone in the front, which was my plan, they would have gassed them all.  Your plan got some of them out and would have got them all out if you hadn't listened to me. So blame me, not yourself." "It's all right," Rocket grunted.  "I woulda hesitated anyway.  Didn't think a guy would kill himself just to get rid of some Subjects." Lima stood bolt upright at the word. "Why is she doing that, Rock?  You don't do that when people say 89P-" Rocket let out an inarticulate growl and Pete stopped. "Oh yeah, you killed all the people who called you that." "Except Doc Foster," but then Lima was gripping his clawed hand again in her webby ones. "Why are you so angry, Rocket," she chirped, and Pete smothered a laugh. "'Cause I was made to be angry. To be a weapon.  You don't have to be like me, Lima." "I'm not," she said immediately.  "I am for linguistics, and diplomacy, and companionship. I am to be cute." And with her whiskers and ink-dark eyes she certainly was. "No! You don't gotta be what they made you.  You can be whatever you want." "I don't know what I want to be," she chirped, and Rocket smiled sadly. "Welcome to the club, lady." One by one the others wished him goodnight and left for their beds, for it was very late indeed.  He'd apparently been granted Peter's cabin until he recovered, though he protested that he didn't need anywhere near that much space. "You're in no shape to curl up to sleep," Peter said.  "You need a real bed." I've got a real bed, and it's round, Rocket thought but did not say. That brought it to mind when Lima dropped down to all fours and curled up on a wadded-up blanket. "Groot," Rocket mumbled, and then spoke up despite his sore chest. "Groot!" "I am Groot?"  Naturally, the tree had been resting right outside the door.  He wasn't going anywhere until he was sure Rocket was fully recovered. "Get my bed, please." "I am Groot?" "No, it's not for me. Pete will yell at me if he has to sleep on a bunk and I don't use the bed he's lent me. And yeah, I'm too sore to curl up.  But look," Rocket said, and gestured at Lima. "I am Groot." "Thanks, pal." A moment later the tree was back with the round, padded bed, the one embroidered with "Rocket" and the Ravager symbol. Rocket knew perfectly well it was a pet bed Pete picked up on Earth but Pete never lorded that over him (which showed he had an active survival instinct) and the thing was damn comfortable. "Lima."  The yellow creature - Rocket was sure there was a species name for her, but he had no idea what it was except that she was clearly designed for an aquatic life - popped her head up out of the nest of blankets. "Use this.  It's comfy." She slithered out of the blankets on her short web-footed legs and gave it a sniff. "It smells like you, Rocket." "Yeah, I sleep in it, but you need it more than I do right now." "Are you sure?" "Yeah." Rocket smiled as she curled up in a ball in the padded bed, just as he did.  She was long and sinuous compared to his more humanoid build, but she still fit perfectly into the thing. There was a time he and Groot shared the thing every night, but Groot was too big now.  That had taken a lot of getting used to.  For years he'd slept in leafy beds Groot grew each night, then he and mini-Groot shared various beds, and then ultimately it was just Rocket, and now it was just Lima, or whatever her name would eventually be. "Good night, Lima.  Tomorrow we'll talk about your name." And that would have been the end of it, except that later, when the ship lights were turned down to a dim glow, Rocket was woken by a familiar sound.  A nervous chattering, whining, and the sound of claws on fabric. Lima was in the midst of a nightmare.  He'd heard all these sounds before from himself, and heard them described to him. She twitched in the round bed, and whined, and he had all too good an idea of what she was dreaming about. He'd always been the one to wake screaming, or shivering. Peter had the occasional nightmare, and with good reason, but he was stronger than Rocket.  Or maybe his nightmares didn't involve being strapped down and cut open.  Rocket didn't know what Pete had nightmares about.  Ego? The Ravagers?  His mother dying?  Yondu? He did know how Pete had helped him with his own night terrors, though. Rocket winced as he sat up, and using the cabin chair as a stepping stool (not something he'd normally need) finally made it to the floor.  He was tough, he healed fast, but the nerve gas had really done a number on him.  Stapled-up wounds in neck and leg didn't hurt half as much as his chest but he dropped to all fours and padded over to the round bed an its occupant. Peter, much larger than himself, had just petted him or rubbed his back to get him to relax.  Lima was as big as he was, though, and the only way he could see to make her feel safe was to crawl into the round bed and snuggle up next to her. She moved in her sleep and soon her whiskery muzzle rested on his shoulder next to his own. Bit by bit she shifted and he moved with her until they were curled up together.  If it weren't for their dramatically different fur colors and body shapes it'd be hard to tell where one ended and the other began. By the time they were snuggled up together she had relaxed, the shivering tension gone from her muscles and her breathing slow and relaxed. 'What I should do now is wriggle out of here and bed back on the bed,' Rocket thought.  But he was tired, and sore, and there was something about lying here snuggled up with another furry creature. 'Safe,' Rocket thought as he drifted off to sleep.  'I feel safe.  I hope she does too.'

#Rocket Raccoon #lylla #Guardians of the Galaxy #Groot #Star-Lord #gamora #mantis #nebula #death