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for the fred x asf!reader, maybe something where one of his family members is like whispering about r or says something rude or backhanded and he sticks up for her? or if you donât want to do his family, maybe a friend or something?
ty for requesting! fem, 1.7k
Sometimes you get so sick with everything that it makes you gag. It sounds insane, how can an illness that tires you force something like a gag? It might be more appropriate to attribute it to anxiety, but itâs overwhelming, whatever it is. You get this feeling like youâre totally lost in the middle of the day and all Fred can do is watch you as you scramble out of your seat for a bathroom.Â
You havenât actually thrown up yet. You stand bent over the bathroom sink in the burrow and breathe. Your gag had been loud âit wouldnât surprise you if everybody here tonight had heard it. Fred stands just outside the door, the bathroom too small to force his way in while you still stand at the sink.Â
âLovely,â he says, without shame despite the tens of ears listening in, âcan I come in?âÂ
The basin is made of yellow and orange tile, peculiar as the rest of the burrow. The mirror is framed by the same colours. You meet your own eyes and donât have it in you to scowl. You arenât angry at being sick. You arenât sorry for yourself. Youâre just tired.Â
Fred says your name.Â
You scoot into the very corner of the bathroom and begin opening the door for him. Heâs in as soon as you allow him to be, shimmying between the door and the toilet to close it behind him again. He takes a breath of relief when he finds you unhurt, but his concern doesnât waver.Â
âYou okay?â he asks.Â
Sometimes you wish Fred didnât have to see you at all. Like this, like that, ever. You wish he never met you, because you know heâs beautiful inside and out, and he has to witness you at your constant lows. âFine.âÂ
âMy mumâs making some peppermint tea, if you want some. It settles the stomach.âÂ
âMaybe.âÂ
âIs there something wrong?âÂ
Beyond the usual? No. Everything is the same. Maybe thatâs the problem. Maybe youâll be in love with him forever without ever feeling enough, maybe heâll keep looking at you like he is now, softly, the slightest air of defeat about him. There are wires crossed in your head you canât fix, and he loves you, and sometimes it doesnât make a bit of difference.Â
âHey,â he says, âitâs okay.â Fred holds your arm by the elbow.
âI know. I donât know whatâŠâÂ
Do you ever?Â
Fred doesnât catch onto your dark mood. âThatâs enough for today. Weâll go home, okay? Let me just say goodbye to mum, you can say bye to George. Or do weâŠâÂ
âNo. Itâs okay, Iâll go and see him.âÂ
âOkay.â He kisses your cheek.Â
Fred leaves first. By the time youâve slipped between the toilet and the door back out into the hallway, heâs gone. Not even his scent lingers. You make your way back into the living room where youâd been before you started feeling sick, face angled down.Â
âYou alright?â Charlie asks.Â
You raise your head to smile at him quickly. âIâm okay. Just not feeling well, sorry.âÂ
âGoing home?â George asks.Â
You bite your tongue and nod. George gathers your jumper where youâd shed it in a hot flush and quickly stands to be by your side.Â
âLet me walk you down to the garden.âÂ
âOkay. Bye, Charlie. See you next week.âÂ
âFeel better!â Charlie calls as you go.Â
You pull your jumper on and follow George out into the garden, where you meander. Youâd say goodbye to Molly, only sheâs so caring that it can make things worse. Sheâs more understanding of how you feel than youâd first expected, but she made boys like Fred and George, so it shouldnât surprise you.Â
âWhatâs that about? The being sick?â George asks eventually.Â
âI wasnât sick.âÂ
âNo?âÂ
âNo, itâs just kecking. I donât really know what it is, honestly.âÂ
George looks like Fred, but theyâre not as identical as people think. Very occasionally youâll spot him across the shop and think itâs your boyfriend for a few nanoseconds, but you could never mistake them for one another in good lighting. When George offers a hug, it doesnât feel like Fredâs touch. You know the difference.Â
âMaybe itâs, like, a sign you need to chill out for a bit.âÂ
âIâm always chilled out. Nobody expects anything from me. I never do anything.âÂ
George pulls back with an arm still covering your shoulders, âListen to the way youâre talking,â he says gently, âyou need to be nice to yourself, even if itâs just until you feel better. You know? Something is clearly winding you up, and it doesnât have to. You can tell me about it.âÂ
Itâs something, but itâs something he knows already. You hold your arm to his, struggling to explain, to want to. You wish you could go back to saying nothing; it was easier to be quiet.Â
George isnât disappointed. He rubs your arm. âYou can tell me whenever. Or not tell me. Donât tell me anything, letâs just ditch Fred and go get cake.âÂ
âI canât ditch Fred.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
âI like him.âÂ
âUgh.â George puts his cheek to yours. âWhatever. Youâll pick the right twin eventually.âÂ
Shouting echoes from the house. You and George look up at the same time, startled, the light mood of your joking quickly tanked. âIs that Fred?â you ask.Â
Itâs definitely Fred. âI couldnât care less what you think, Ronald, Iâd be surprised if you could form intelligent thoughtââÂ
âFred!â Molly shouts, âBoys, please, thereâs no need for all the shouting!âÂ
âIf I were you Iâd look at yourself carefully the next time you're tempted to open your fat gobââ
George laughs beside you. âJesus, whatâs Ron said?âÂ
âI have no idea.â The twins argue with Ron every time they see him, so it could be anything. âMaybe heâs harping on Fred to cut his hair again.âÂ
âWell, he should.âÂ
âNo way.â You picture your lovely boyfriend with short, short hair as everyone wants him to have and cringe. âNo, thank you.âÂ
âJust donât talk about her, Ron! Itâs really quite simple, even a half-wit like you could understand it if you tried, donât even think about herââ
Your chest falls as you realise what it is thatâs making all the fuss. At Fredâs shout, thereâs an upheaval of sounds, Ronâs yelling, Mollyâs, and Arthurâs quieter pleading for everybody to calm down. Fred says something you canât hear, and then the door out into the garden is opening, and Fred huffs a breath as he makes his way down the path.Â
âHey,â he says, forcing a smile when he sees you and George. âReady to go?âÂ
âWhat happened?â you ask.Â
âItâs nothing. Ron being Ron.âÂ
âDid he say something?âÂ
Fred looks between you and George with a frown. âHeâs hardly capable of stringing four words together. But yes, he said something.â His frown deepens. âHeâs just being a dick. It doesnât matter.âÂ
âWas it about me?âÂ
Fred squints at you. âCould you be less perceptive?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
He visually debates telling you whatâs been said. George grabs your shoulder, half a hug as he says, âI can invoke a divine punishment.âÂ
âIt was nothing cruel, ghost.â Fred sighs. âHe asked me why you act like that, and Iâ He doesnât get it, okay? But that doesnât mean you act wrong.âÂ
âI see,â you say.Â
Fred watches your face. His own turns to heartbreak. âListen, Iâll go back in there. Iâll kill him.âÂ
âNo, you wonât.âÂ
âOf course I will.â Fred ducks his head a little to see you where youâve shied away. âI will kill him.âÂ
George snorts. âMe first. Heâs such a fucking dolt of a boy.âÂ
âNo, itâs okay, I know Iâm weirdââ
âIâll kill himââ
âFred,â you interrupt. You take a moment to formulate what youâre saying, because itâs important, and because you constantly toe the same line, âI am weird. He doesnât have to pretend I wasnât just almost sick in the living room for no real reasonââ
âItâs not about pretending, itâs that he thinks you do it on purpose.â Fred speaks with such severity that you immediately close your mouth. âIâve seen you struggle for so long, itâs painful, ghost, and itâs worse for you, I know it is, and the insinuation that youâre choosingââ
âFred,â you say, putting your hand to his chest. âItâs okay.âÂ
âWell, it isnât,â George says, âbut yeah, itâs okay. Iâm gonna make slugs come out of his nose.âÂ
George kisses your cheek, a smacking joking thing that you bat away before he jogs back up the path to the house. Fred looks down at your hand on his chest, still frowning, but with a slowly relaxing brow.Â
âYou canât blame people for not getting it,â you say.Â
âYes, I can.âÂ
âYou canât.âÂ
âYes, I can. You are difficult to understand sometimes, lovely, but being difficult to understand does not mean youâre difficult to care about. Ronâs total lack of empathy is ridiculous. He should be better than that.âÂ
âHe just doesnât get it,â you say, raising a hand to his chin to turn his head, and lifting your chin to kiss his cheek primly. âBut I donât need him to. Just need you.âÂ
He grabs you in a hug before you can move away, his face pressed against yours. âHow do you feel now?â he asks quietly. âStill poorly?âÂ
âYeah, a bit. George told me I need to chill out.âÂ
âYou do. Thatâs what weâre going home to do.â
Fred is so careful with you that it sort of hurts. Like, to have someone stand in front of you and to hold you without a second thought, to have never let you down, to grab you at the first sign of weakness and hold you together. You will never, ever feel like you deserve him. Maybe you donât. But Fred doesnât work on deserving, he just loves, lips soft on your temple as his hand scrunched into your side. âDonât worry,â he says gently, fingers curling in and out against you, almost like a loving scratch, âyouâll feel better soon.âÂ
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Friendly reminder that Jason spent months looking for Leo and only stopped when Chiron forced him to enroll in school.
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#pjo#percy jackson#pjo hoo toa#percy jackon and the olympians#heroes of olympus#pjo fandom#jason grace#this is what I mean about him definitely preferring the Greek side#the Romanâs turned him into a child soldier#the Greeks let him be a kid and make actual friends#the Greeks had his sister#the Romanâs do have Reyna tho-#rip jason grace#leo valdez#also like#valgrace has a special place in my heart#valgrace#can you tell I love Jason grace#friendly reminder#<33#leo hoo#jason hoo#pjo toa hoo#pjo hoo toa tsats#toa#ricky when i catch you ricky#rick riordan#riordanverse#riordan universe#fuck you rick for making caleo a thing when valgrace was right there
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If Blue Diamond ever fused, I think Garnet should be at least a little petty about it
#steven universe#garnet#blue diamond#green diamond#bellow diamond#my alternative title for this was 'when your fav ships have beef'#but i didn't wanna risk getting 'tHEY're SiSTERS!!!' comments so#they're dressed in formal wear because I thought that the only way they'd all be together would be a special occasion like Steven's wedding#I think connverse would have a small wedding with just their closest family and friends#but a second Beach City reception with a HUGE quest list#and Steven would invite the Diamonds because you just gotta get even the relatives you don't like in there u know#they'd probably a give a moon or something as a wedding gift
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Very messy scribble of a comic because they were on my mind (I doubt Iâll ever clean it up so Iâm just posting it now so it doesnât rot in my procreate files LOL)
#genzen#zengen#demon slayer#genya shinazugawa#zenitsu agatsuma#kimetsu no yaiba#genya x zenitsu#tanjirou kamado#tanjiro kamado#Iâve been feeling a very special type of sad lately so I wanted to kinda project that a little bit on my silly guys#I donât often think about them in universe itâs always usually just modern au#I like to think that they were on good terms during hashira training#genya apologized for hitting him after they met up again from sanemis training#they spoke a little bit to each other at that point but after that it was mostly just#existing together during group hang outs#the whole group was preexisting already#genya just kinda would stand back and silently watch them have fun and banter#he never really felt like he belonged together with all of them#zenitsu also struggles with feeling like he doesnât deserve to be apart of the group as well and will sometimes sit back with genya#they laugh together at inosuke and sit in a silence of mutual understanding#he doesnât really show it but zenitsu is genuinely very torn up about hearing genya death#he missed his chance to be friends with the one guy he had the most in common with#he never got to see the soft side tanjirou would tell him about#if only they couldâve met before everything turned bad#if only they couldâve met in a world without demons#maybe they wouldnât have turned out so bad if they had each other#maybe he would still be here if he had someone#zenitsu will forever beat himself up that someone as bad as him died when he himself lived#he didnât deserve his second chance at life just as much as genya didnât
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The new dunmeshi episode really reminded me that Laios was canonically fairly stoic and withdrawn before going on this little adventure. You can tell that he doesn't normally share his interests with others... I can't wait to watch him open up more to his party members during the show!
#honestly he's a bolder man than I#if my friends responded to my special interests like marcille does I would simply never share them again#not to diss marcille here her reactions are reasonable given the situation and the in-universe cultural associations with monsters#but Laios is my boy I'm losing it over him knowing the scientific names of various monsters and also his reaction to the cradling vine#Freak (affectionate)#dungeon meshi
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Thinking about the reverse-verse again and wondering if Felix and Kagami exist in it
#yunmusings#miraculous ladybug#I mean it's possible#but maybe a little trickier#I could see that version of Gabriel sharing the peacock again but the issue of friends and allies is also different in that universe#so who knows!#paris special#ml paris special
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But I know from experience that you only get one... best friend
#dont touch me leave me alone i am thinking about them#dc#damian wayne#jonathan kent#edit#damijon#jondami#the robin special where jon writes about damian makes me punch the walls/pos#best friends in every universe makes me so OTL#supersons#super sons
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I want to discuss the difference in the relationship between Mario and Luigi in the games vs in the movie universe. I mean, is their bond wholesome in both scenarios? Yes. Obviously. But there is a special closeness between Movie Mario and Luigi that I really need to ramble about. In the games, Mario was born into the world where he belongsâ a world that needed a daring hero. One of his first acts was to go on an adventure to rescue his brother, even though he was a literal infant at that time. He hit the ground running the moment he gained consciousness, and hasnât slowed down since. Everyone sees this heroism and determination, and admires him for it.
But in the Movie Verse, Mario is born into a lower-middle class family of blue collar workers in a world that doesnât take well to reckless heroism. Bullheaded bravery is considered amusing at best, and an embarrassment at worst. There are no monsters to fight or princesses to save, there is only money to make and jobs to do, and Mario does his best to adapt.
In the games (the Mario & Luigi RPGs in particular) Mario doesnât react to people disregarding or talking down to Luigi unless Luigi shows it bothers him, because, otherwise, I donât think Mario even knows it hurts him. He probably thinks that surely Luigi knows his worth, and that thereâs no use getting defensive over pointless nonsense when thereâs more important things at stake. There is a lot of love between the brothers, but there is also the natural divide between someone who has fit in effortlessly his entire life, and someone who has been struggling desperately to keep up with him, just to get brushed aside because he doesnât measure up in the eyes of the world.
Heroism doesnât come easy to Luigi, but he does it anyways because he cares about his brother, and wants to do the right thing.
In both the games and the movie Luigi is an anxious, goofy, clumsy victim of continuous bad luck, whose kindness and good nature always shines through despite everything. He is deemed too gentle and nervous to fit in, an easy target who can be mistreated and pushed around without consequence... ... unless, of course, Mario is there.
In the games, Mario will argue on behalf of his brother if itâs clear his feelings are hurt, but in the movie verse Mario is prepared to throw hands in a heartbeat the moment you disrespect Luigi, because that version of Mario knows what itâs like to be talked down to. He knows what itâs like to be brushed aside and belittled, he knows that whether you take it personally or not all those small insults wear you down over time, and he isnât going to let anyone do that to his little brother.Â
On the flip side, Luigi is one of the few people who sees Mario for himself, and loves him for it. Though there are no monsters to fight or princesses to save (yet), Marioâs brashness helps Luigi stand up for himself... helps him move forward... balances him out. Luigi has always been the one person in this world who needed Mario to be as brave, bold, foolhardy, and heroic as he was.
Neither of them fit in, but they see each other and love each other for what everyone else has determined to be their weaknesses.Â
In the games, Mario can easily stand on his own because heâs being helped, uplifted, and supported by everyone and everything around him. In the movie? Luigi was, for the longest time, the only one who allowed him to truly be himself.Â
#anyways#I LOVE INSECURE MARIO I LOVE MARIO WHO IS DOWNTRODDEN I LOVE MARIO WHO IS ALMOST AS MUCH OF AN UNDERDOG AS HIS BROTHER#Mario and Luigi have always been close but the movie verse has a special flavor to their bond that makes me go absolutely RABID#They're both hurting and they both find comfort in each other#They are each other's best friend in the whole universe and they NEED each other#Mario Movie#super mario brothers#Mario Commentary#Mario#Luigi#long post
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Queering the Chain Day 8: Transfem
trans girl wind my beloved <3
@queering-the-chain
#moth art#linked universe#lu wind#linked universe fanart#queering the chain event#queered into oblivion#transgender#transfem#pride art#special thanks to my friend who suggested the seagull pattern for her dress#queering the chain
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I got hit by a huge wave of nostalgia and fell back into the Undertale rabbithole and I just couldn't resist the urge to make a Handplates skeleton lore accurate oc who I am pretty proud of ngl :] adawd
#funnily enough it all started with me finding a commentary of an undertale analog horror#and then i got the mood to play the game and sorta please my inner child by actually completing a true pacifist route#like I shit you not when I first played as a child i just got stuck on the final boss and that was it#i was seething#anyway after that i remembered that a good friend of mine really likes handplates and that I never finished it so I decided#to start watching it and now i'm obsessed X<X#and looking back it's kinda funny how from like my cringey sans fangirl era i grew so much that i can make a balanced and imo well designed#character. still when i was searching other stuff within the fandom it was still nostalgic and sort of heartwarming and interesting to see#how easy it was to impress me at such a young age. man T_T /pos#tbh Undertale holds such a special place in my heart#thinking back if i didn't have these sorta nerdy fixations and interests I would've probably just crumbled and i'm not joking. I'm glad#these things exist#anyway I should probably make an OC intro of this guy sometime#he's called Dr. T. N. Roman btw :] and they're aroace#also they're in a qpr with Gaster bc I love him and yippee#I kinda imagine these silly skeletons like the gems from steven universe (my friend brought this up originally)#like the idea that they have special customs and they probably copulate and multiply differently/asexually.#tbh this kinda skeleverse is steven universe for mlm people /j#auramoeba's art corner#thus spoke auramoeba#auramoeba's ocs#undertale#undertale oc#fan oc#skeleton oc#w d gaster#nostalgia#doomed yaoi
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told my friends that you appreciate them and they wanted you to know that they appreciate you too and that you're super sweet đ©·
- popping candy
NONONOONONONONO YOU GUYS ARE THE SWEETEST!!! HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI
I told the boys how nice you all were and they got a lil gift for you and all your friends Poppy!!
Food is care, food is love hehehehehehe
I unfortunately couldnt stop Four and Ezlo from eating you and your friends :cc Im very sorry for that XDDD
#STOP EATING MY FRIENDS YOU TWO#Sky asked Pumm for a special pumpkin soup for all of you#I hope it tastes good#legend of zelda#link#tloz#lu memes#minish cap#linked universe four#lu four#linked universe sky#lu sky#skyward sword
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darling darling jade-y!!! I saw your post about semi specific requests that you like to write and I thought Iâd combine two of the things I saw on there â€ïž
for asf!Fred, very possibly maybe reader gets a serious concussion and Fred has worries about how the brain fog may affect readers tendencies to dissociate or that the confusion might further upset her? Just general, mutual hurt comfort where everyoneâs worries are put at ease in the end â€ïžâ€ïž
I love coming back to your blog almost everyday and always finding something delicious to read no matter if iâm reading something new or rereading a fav!! Sorry this was a bit long but I love to sing peopleâs praises!! Have a looovely day or night â€ïž
thank you for your request lovely! đ âFred takes care of you when you canât look after yourself, but he finds it hard to ignore how your actions mimic the past. 2k, fem
cw mental health issues
âItâs alright. Hold my hand.â
Fred puts his hand out for you in the middle of George and Angelinaâs living room. Your eyes shine with hurt, so odd to see when no oneâs said anything cruel, and you wonât take it. Youâre stuck where youâre standing.
âGo on, sweetheart, take my hand. Itâs okay. Iâm just gonna help you.â
You put your hand up gently. Fred takes the hint and twines his hand through yours, tickled by the slowness of your fingers curling over the backs of his knuckles. âThank you,â he says, taking a guiding step to the sofa. âCome on. Letâs sit down.â
You walk. Fred takes your shoulders into his hands when youâre close enough and holds you to his chest as he shakes out the pillows behind you, making room for you to sit comfortably. âOkay, sit down, my girl. There you go.â He grins at you. âBrilliant. How do you feel, are you okay?â
You stare at him. Your despondency makes him feel sick, but he swallows it down. He bends at the waist to meet your eyes with nothing but patience and fondness. âY/N,â he says slowly, reaching for your knee. âDo you need to go to bed?â
âNo.â
âNo. Alright, Iâm going to get your drink, and see if George is finished with dinner, okay? Iâm not going far.â
You give him a look youâve employed many times since you got hurt, like you canât work out why heâs acting strangely, or perhaps why youâre acting strangely. Fred pulls your hand to his mouth for a kiss, barely a kiss, more like heâs pressing the entirety of your hand to his lips.
âLove you,â you say.
âI love you,â he says into your hand. âOkay? Iâll be right back.â
âIâll be okay.â
âI know, I know, I just donât want you to worry.â
He encourages your shoulders back to have you flush to the sofa and sends you a wink as he goes. You almost laugh, teeth peeking out as you smile at him, the happiest youâve looked for at least the last two days. Your brain fog is persistent and bothersome, to put it lightly.
Fred heads into the kitchen where George is plating a large baking tray of pasta into four dishes, two of which heâs set atop the microwave.
âHey,â George says, âIâve got two for now and two for tomorrow, just in case.â
Fred doesnât know how to say thank you, so he doesnât. If Fred werenât in love with you in a way thatâs changed his entire being, George would still look after you, because youâre one of his best friends, and heâs yours. But Fred does love you, and George knows that, and to be taken care of by his brother while you recover is a privilege he wonât take lightly.
âDonât worry about it, Forge. I think mums got a lasagna with our names on it waiting in her fridgeâŠâ Fred leans against the wall by the door frame and covers his eyes. Heâd been joking, and now suddenly he feels sick again.
âYou okay?â George asks.
Fred holds out his hand, as if to say, Donât ask me. Donât ask and donât come near me. He doesnât think that boys donât cry, but he just hates being this person who canât keep it together. You need to be looked after by someone whoâs fully present while youâre disassociative. Fred needs to be that person, but itâs just so hard seeing you like this again.
âI feel likeââ He swallows nothing, meeting Georgeâs waiting gaze with a weak smile. âFeel like sheâs that scared lonely girl again and thereâs nothing I can do to make it up to her.â
George puts the empty pan on the back burner. He tosses dirty spoons and forks into the sink, and wipes his hands on a tea towel pensively. âItâs a brutal mix of symptoms,â he says finally, his voice straining. âBut sheâll get better again.â
Post concussive symptoms are about as bad as it comes, and they can last for months. Not just weeks. Among the more manageable, such as dizziness, high blood pressure, and fatigue, are the worst Fred could imagine for you in particular âcognitive dissonance, memory loss, brain fog, anxiety, and depression. Even if you recover from each of your physical symptoms, itâs not uncommon for people who sustain a brain injury to remain depressed.
Youâre already sick. Fred loves you and he doesnât mind, doesnât care, not a single thing will change for him, but youâre not well, and this head injury could send you into a tailspin.
âI forgot what she looks like when sheâs hopeless,â Fred says. âI really did.â
âSheâs not hopeless, Freddie, sheâs hurt. Her head will get better, and sheâll get better too, because she has us to make sure of it.â George puts a plate of pasta onto a wooden tray with a knife and fork. âIâm⊠you know, Iâm worried too.â
âYeah.â
âI have Parmesan cheese and stuff in the fridge.â
âItâs okay. Iâm gonna take hers in first.â
âYou have to eat.â
âI know, I will. She might take some convincing, is all.â
Itâs not as though Fred thought you were going to walk away from your concussion without consequence. It was an awful injury, his heart has never pounded that fast or that hard in his life, but he didnât expect the symptoms of what youâre experiencing now to coincide as heavily as they do with your worst struggles.
You're teary eyed on the sofa, pressing yourself back into the apex of the arm and the cushions. Itâs another symptom with multiple causes; Fred has found you crying because you were confused, and aching, and without explanation. It can happen and be finished within a few seconds.
âHi, lovely girl. I have your dinner.â
âWhat is it?â you ask, sniffing.
Fred remembers the days in his last year of school where youâd been hungry enough to shake but not willing to eat. You didnât know then and you canât know now the sort of pain it is to watch a friend not be able to feed themselves without extreme effort, and Fred wouldn't want that for you, but itâs why he canât explain his relief to you that you still have your appetite.
He sits down next to you and puts the tray on your lap, tentative at first to touch you in case he puts you off eating, then greedy with his hands as you eat a big first mouthful, and a second. Youâre not uncoordinated despite the doctor's warnings. The dissonance seems to come before decision making for you, and this decision is firmly made.
Youâre hungry so youâre eating.
Fred had to beg yesterday for you to eat. Hands on your legs, tone dropped into the most dulcet itâs ever been, asking, âJust one thing, can you do that for me? A piece of toast, lovely.â
Thatâs why youâre here. Fred canât take care of you alone, heâs found. Itâs almost fitting that you should need both of them again, even if Fred wishes you didnât.
He knows itâs saccharine. Patronising, even, but he gives your arm a light squeeze. âGood girl,â he says quietly, relief palpable. âHow is that? Is it nice? Donât tell me all the trouble we had yesterday is because you donât like my cooking.â
âFelt sick all day,â you say, scratching your bowl with the tines of your fork.
âI know. Do you feel less sick right now?â He cups your face as you nod shyly. âItâs okay, sweetheart. I donât mind. Iâm just kidding. George made you another plate to take home, anyways, so you won't suffer again.â
Your laugh is more breath than voice, but you turn your cheek into his hand before he can pull it away. Thereâs a connection in your gaze he hasnât seen for a while. âYouâre worrying.â
âIâm fine.â
You put your tray in his lap, and his heart sinks thinking youâre finished already, youâd eaten a few good spoonfuls but not enough to make up for days of pickiness. Your arm slides behind his. âIâm sorry youâre upset,â you say, pressing your cheek to his arm in a cuddle. âYou can tell me anything.â
âIâm fine,â he says, rubbing his nose against your head.
âItâs okay, lovely.â
He blinks back tears. âNo, I know itâs okay. Everythingâs gonna be fine.â
âYou can have mine. Iâm not hungry anymore.â
âCanât we share it?â he asks. He thinks you might be lying. In your confusion, youâve taken his upset to be rooted in hunger. âPlease?â
ïżœïżœItâs nice,â you say, like youâre agreeing, picking up your fork again to eat from his lap.
Fred breathes out a sigh. If he could, he would wrap you up in a hug so tight it makes you both click.
You offer him a forkful. He eats it and doesnât comment on the way it taps against his teeth.
âI think I have that pain again,â you say, poking at pasta shells.
âYeah? In the back of your head?â
âLike a thrumming.â
âIâll get your painkillers.â
âIâm about to go get them,â George says, carrying a second tray, a soft smile on his face as he puts it on the coffee table. âI can read your mind, ghost.â
âWhat am I thinking now?â you ask.
âItâs nice to be with your best friends, duh,â he says, turning around again to retrieve your painkillers.
You turn to Fred without saying anything, eye to eye, nearly not quite smiling. You abandon your fork again to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, hiding. Fred closes his eyes, his arm curved eagerly behind your back. âDonât knock the tray,â he mumbles, letting out a deep breath.
âYouâre making me feel sick,â you say.
âIâm sorry.â
âNo, itâs my fault, right? Itâs always my fault.â
âNo, no, lovely, itâs not your fault.â
âItâs my fault,â you mumble. âThereâs something wrong with me.â
âThereâs nothing wrong with you. Youâre perfect to me, you always will be. Youâre just not very well today, thatâs all it is.â
âIâm sorry,â you say, nearing hurting now, your voice strangled. âIâm sorry, Fred.â
âGhost, itâs okay.â He shoves the tray from his lap. He can clean up any mess, but this is urgent. You slouch into the space he makes. âItâs okay. Itâs okay. Itâs not your fault, and it wouldnât matter if it was. Thereâs nothing wrong with you that wonât get better.â
âI donât like feeling like this.â
Fred collects himself. He canât panic right now, as much as he wants to. âItâs not forever,â he says, letting his hand run down your back to the base of your spine, âI promise, itâll start to feel better. Iâm not going anywhere until it does, and even then you canât get rid of me. When was the last time you managed that?â
âI donât want to get rid of you,â you mumble.
His hand seems to be working. The massaging of his thumb against the base of your spine calms you down. âI donât want you to,â he says, nudging at your face with hide nose until he can kiss your cheek. âMm?â he hums, lips sliding against the corner of your mouth. âJust me and you forever, yeah? You canât be alone when you have me.â
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frankly i think the best way to differentiate fanon sky and canon sky is to take a look at groose's redemption arc. both forgive him for the bullying but fanon sky says "he didn't mean it!" Canon sky says "i deserved it"
(for reference, canon sky is sky as shown in the game/inferred directly from sksw)
#chicken scratch#smoke & ashes#lu sky#linked universe#would like to say that this post came to me about a hypothetical ghirahim redemption arc#and the post very nearly works albeit at a more extreme level (because yknow. the Murders)#but the problem is that groose antagonized link specifically#but ghirahim didn't give a shit about link he was just fucking around the first time you meet him#he only plays with link because he's in the way of getting to zelda#so link doesn't matter to him he just wants to hurt zelda#and that's the difference. theres why a ghirahim redemption arc would never work#sky doesn't give a shit about himself his low self esteem takes care of that#but as soon as you go after his loved ones it is over#sky is such an emotional person#he loves quickly and it's so easy to weasel your way into his heart#and it takes a very special kind of antagonization *cough hylia cough* to make him hate you forever#UNLESS you come after his friends. shortcut to being in the bad books forever.#he will kill you for one (1) corn chip#his low self love plus his high emotions and love for his friends equals this disaster of a man#and is why canon sky would never say i deserve it about ghirahim#he fully believes ghirahim is an asshole (which is true) and NOTHING he does is deserved#in skys mind nothing ghirahim did to him matters#it's the fact he wants zelda that means all bets are off and ghirahim's fucked#it's not about sky it's always about his loved ones#but i have indeed read fanfic where fanon sky is like oh this is ghirahim he tried to kill me it's all good now#so yea fanon sky would still say he didn't mean it#ok but like twisted ghira redemption arc where he realizes demise isn't the allpowerful master he thought#this god was just beaten by a pissed off teenager yknow what a fucking joke#anyway#ghira ends up thinking a lot about it being like so demise wasn't the right guy to follow
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#iâm reflecting on yesterday rn#and i could honestly bawl my fucking eyes out because of the appreciation i feel from this community#if i may open up a little#iâve always felt very isolated in life#both irl and online in communities iâve always felt on the outskirts#never been anyoneâs first second or third choice#and yesterday just made me feel the opposite#iâve only been on qsmpblr since january and tk get the outpouring of love i received yesterday#it blows my fucking mind#if iâm being honest again i donât feel like i deserve it#but regardless i am so fucking grateful to the people in this community - the strangers and the people i call friends alike#just thank you for making me feel valued and appreciated as a person#because iâve not felt that for a very long time#and iâm just an anonymous person on the internet with a chay pfp#thereâs nothing else identifiable about me#and yet people still give a shit? people went out of their way to wish me hbd and created things for me?#honestly iâm tearing up rn because of it#so just thank you - these things may just not even have crossed your mind as something special to have done#but to me they mean the entire fucking universe#so thank you from the bottom of my heart - i will never shut the fuck up about the love respect and appreciation i have for qsmpblr#because thatâs all iâve received in turn and i am still not used to that#iâll shut up now but thank you again to absolutely everyone#if there is anything i can do to repay you for the endless kindness you show me please let me know
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I'm about to do some REACHING are you ready
#Absolutely off my rocker and the circumstances of MK's birth could be so different and I could be extremely wrong#Do I honestly even understand hollow knight that well? Probably not.#BUT. But if I was right#Wouldn't this suck#Like if EAMK was real and MK was created to 'seal' away some chaotic cosmic force/to make said force a clean slate or whatever#Look look look look look#Mei and Azure have both been described as 'containers' for power.#Mei was a successful container to the Samadhi Fire#Azure was not a successful container to the Jade Emperor's power#And then there's whatever the fuck MK is. Like. The 1x01 seal I'm telling you#That's coming back (thank you 4x01 and the s4 special for using the same design when you really didn't have too!)#Look look look. Chaos starting because MK's seal broke (post realizing he had powers).#And like you know how the Hollow Knight became unsuitable for it's intended purpose because of their relationship with Wyrm#SO. MK's destiny/purpose being to cause chaos and ''unleashing'' MK being the thing to ''tip the universe into chaos''#But MK failing in that. Because of his relationship with Monkey King (and of course his friends)#This is all conjecture and reaching I know. I know.#BUT THINK ABOUT IT#WOULDN'T IT BE FUN#lmk#lego monkie kid#lmk crack#....yeah I'll tag it that#I feel that way posting this#lmk speculation#<- tag so I can find stuff for my s5 bingo card#hollow knight#hk#This is for me and like. 1 other person probably#You're welcome
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Thinking about getting a buzzcut but am currently still undecided though the biggest argument for it is how my mother always reacts like »đ§ oh no don't do it« every time it comes up in conversation like it pisses me off sooo much because I'll be like »đ well I might. It's my hair and not your concern« and she's like »đââïž well of course it's your decision but you'll have to expect people reacting badly« which (1) no I think most people won't care at all?? (2) you aren't most people you're my mother and we have a good relationship so shouldn't you be extra supportive of my decisions??
#maybe my point of view is so different from hers bc working at university i see so many people with buzzed hair it's really nothing special#also i know every single one of my friends would be like »yayy do it!«#and if not they would at least have the decency to keep their mouths shut about it#why can't she do it like them?? i'm 26 hellooo#â
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