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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 whatâŚâÂ
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 weâŚâÂ
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, ��you 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#my art
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Special Treatment
What did you say @fredwardart, âVale having one hand around Marc's neck and the other one holding the chest piece in place���? đ
Well, the doctor has his own methods, that's for sure. đ
#i'm speed guys this only took me about 7 hours đ#to a very special memory of me and my friend basically putting together a whole universe from marc and vale kinky hate fucking to them#having five kids together and managing mental health problems and finding happiness again#rosquez#marc marquez#valentino rossi#motogp#not the rosquez debut i planned but i'm not mad about it đ#it's a good first drawing of the year đ#(sorry motogp fans i'm not really in the fandom i only know a few things i'm gonna just... put this here and leave đ)#my art
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cw - minor vent/irl grief
#crossposting from twitter#cause I don't have the energy to reformat this and what not#any support for Ceschi would be sweet#but its not like he's vying for streams. its just a little tradition in our friends and family on special dates anniversaries.#it might seem to be combining my grief with avatar. but I have coped with the loss through avatar over the last year.#especially with Spider and Neteyam. exploring the grief between them.#I've always coped best via displacement#I always thought this was a little message from the universe for this song to connect them to my grief journey.#so that's why I'm posting this. for myself. and for my uncle. as he listened to many yap sessions about avatar with joy.#he'd listen to my in depth analysis connecting them to this song if he were here.#avatar 2#avatar the way of water#spider socorro#miles spider socorro#miles socorro#avatar#avatar spider#spider avatar#vent#tw vent#cw vent#tw grief#cw grief
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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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sometimes i reread this mini comic of jason and roy just so my heart can feel empty after
#theres something special to them that fills me with emotion i cant put my finger on#jason saying roys the closest thing hes ever had to a friend#their friendship hits my so hard in the chest every time#red hood/arsenal#roy harper#jason todd#dc universe#dc comics#dcu#red hood#arsenal
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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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Jade Iâve entered my Fred Weasley era and a special friend owns me. Almost finished with my second read through and will probably immediately roll into my third. From the bottom of my heart, it hits different. I was wondering if youâd do one where ghostie gets overwhelmed in the shop and spontaneously decides to take a walk to clear her head. And Fred assumes sheâs just stepping out for a moment to get air and promptly freaks out when he sees sheâs gone? Doting, overprotective Fred makes me melt đĽš
The Weasleyâs do three for two on Thursdays, drawing a large crowd without fail and despite a sore lack of their most common demographic. The school kids, often too overwhelmed with their schoolwork to mail in, and too far away to come in person, send their parental gophers with lists and good intent.Â
âAnd, uhâŚÂ Genovian powder,â the white-haired woman says, peering at you through a pair of wonky glasses. Behind one green half moon and a purple star lense, spider-leg lashes blink slowly.Â
âPeruvian?â you offer nervously.Â
âNo, donât think so.âÂ
âWe have Peruvian Darkness Powder, or thereâs Calesthian Dragon Powder, but if thereâs a Genovian one here I havenât seen it,â you say with an apologetic frown. âBut I can ask George.âÂ
âWhoâs that?âÂ
âOne of the Weasleyâs. Iâll be right back, okay?âÂ
Working like this as someone to help and appease customers makes you cringe at yourself. Hearing how you talk to people. Itâs not as though thereâs shame in giving the customers patience or working, but thereâs definitely something to be said about how fake it feels on you. Your poor attempts at being easy-going can make your chest ache in slow, overdue regret hours after youâve turned the OPEN sign to CLOSED. Youâre still worrying at your cheek when you find George where youâd suspected him, demonstrating firecracker poppers disguised as hair ties to a crowd of frowning parents.Â
He thankfully abandons the task quickly when he notices you waiting. âWhat, ghost?âÂ
The nickname is said without thought. Anyone listening wonât get it, but it doesnât matter. You feel a little bit better when he says it because getting it marked the first time anyone ever noticed you enough to care, and whenever they use it now, itâs reinforcement. Like a reminder that youâre their ghost, whatever that is (a too long definition).Â
âGenovian powder?â you ask.Â
âNo, not us. Calesthianââ
âI asked her, sheâs sure it was Genovianââ
âTheyâre all bloody sure until you show them the boxââ
âI know, but I donât think sheâll believe meââ
âSheâll bloody well believe me, then,â George says, giving your arm a shake before he rounds you. He spots the woman and her Technicolor glasses immediately, jumping into a spiel they give about the Darkness Powder as he goes.Â
âCan you show us the Pygmies?â someone asks you.Â
Pygmy puffs, fake love love potions that explode in your face when you try to use them, help with a return, bathroom break, tight jeans with a stiff zipper, bruise on your elbow from the back door, customer doesnât know where the stairs are to get to the second floor, youâre on the second floor, a flash of lovely Fred by the till, his loving smile, encouraging, his huff and the hair on his forehead ruffling about.Â
You nod toward the door. Fred nods back, hurried, Itâs fine.Â
The second youâre through the door you can take a breath. The further you get from the shop, the looser your chest feels. You hurry down the alley past the dragon popcorn machine and just keep walking. Some of the other shopkeepers are around and greet you quickly, but thereâs barely anyone to see. Everyone must be in the Weasleysâ.Â
You spot a few sturdy looking boxes down the side of the Magicianâs Tree pub and sit down hard. Your face feels greasy and itchy, your hands are aching from the Pygmies, a scratch running in a road line down your wrist. You feel at it with your thumb nail. It looks like you couldâve done it on purpose.Â
What if Fred thinks you did it on purpose?Â
You scratch at the thickest part, which isnât any wider than the edge of a nail, not even deep enough to scab. Itâs just two lines one after the other where whatever hurt you mustâve been jagged. Itâs a scratch. It isnâtâ you couldnât have done it with intent, and Fred will know that. You picture his worrying and feel sick to your stomach suddenly, dropping your head back against the wall to take deep, cold breaths. He wonât mind the scratch, and heâll believe you when you tell him it wasnât you, but heâll worry first.Â
You arenât sure where you are for a little while. Eyes slipped shut, someone elseâs hand on the wheel.Â
Heâll worry, you think insistently, standing up.Â
You make your way back to Weasleyâs Wizard Wheezes and shoulder open the door.Â
The displays are a mess. A stack of potions that promise to turn your skin a modern, appealing green have come down. Ones come unstoppered, leaking a bright yellow liquid in an oval across the floor. You think vaguely that you should clean it and kneel beside it, pulling the slight of your wand from your back pocket. âTergeo,â you whisper, curling your wrist.Â
The potion disappears.Â
Standing, you hold your arm wide and pull, thinking a meagre moving spell that deigns to work, upping the display and shuffling each potion back onto its shelves.Â
You hadnât thought you were gone so long as for it to be closing time, but perhaps it was nearly the end of the day. You give most things a clean with quick magic or elbow grease, closing the shutters and locking the door. You go up the staircase to the second level and do the same, before retreating back to the ground floor and heading past the tills to the stairs to the flat. Fred and George will be making dinner, or George mightâve gone home already, though he usually says bye first. Yesterday he stole a sideways hug and disappeared a half a step away from you, clothes whipping in his wake. Fred called him a prat, and a few seconds later George had apparated back, sure that Fred had said something cruel. I know you were, brother mine. Their freaky twin sense knows no bounds.Â
The boys arenât in the flat. The door to the bedroom is open wide and thereâs an obvious lack of them âif Fred were here, youâd hear him. Humming or mumbling or making the bed.Â
A slip of white fog slams its way into the room in a swoop from the kitchen, a hurried magpie curling around your shoulders to hold itself, flapping pearly wings an inch from your face. GHOST, it whispers, WHERE ARE YOU? MEET ME AT THE FLAT, NOW.Â
You blink at it. âIâm here,â you say, startled again when it disappears in a burst like sand.Â
A minute later and there are footsteps barrelling up the stairs. You let your wand fall back into your hand and point it at the entrance through doorways, not actually sure what youâd do if it were an intruder.Â
The logical part of you knows that itâs Fred, but the relief doesnât come until heâs opening the door and stopping short. âOh,â he says, sounding as cracked in half as he can be while still physically whole. His lips part again as though heâs got more to say, but he crosses the flat to you in four big strides and wraps his arms around you instead. He squeezes you hard enough to make the bones in your back click.Â
âWhat happened?â you ask worriedly. âAre you okay?âÂ
He says your name, again like he means to keep on.Â
âWhat?â you ask.Â
âAre you alright?â he asks, pulling away to take your face into cold hands, missing nearly all of his usual tenderness. This is the touch of lingering panic, slowly melding itself into love. âAre you? Where did you go?âÂ
âI wentâ just went past the Magic Tree. Did you close?âÂ
âWhen I couldnât find you, yes, I closed. I looked up and down the alley twice, I didnât see you.âÂ
âIâ sorryââ
âNo, itâs okay, itâs fine if youâre alright.â He gazes at you imploringly. âAre you?âÂ
âI donât know,â you admit, a little diffident in the face of all this worry. You hadnât thought of whether you were alright or not, youâd just walked off, and now youâre not sure you were fully you when you came back. The longer he holds you in his palms, the worse you feel. The pinch of his mouth brings tears to your eyes.Â
âAre you hurt?â he asks quietly.Â
Obviously you arenât. You show him the scratch anyway.Â
âOw,â he murmurs, sympathetic as his hands fall from your face to hold your elbow and wrist instead. It seems deeper while he looks, longer, and it stings as he presses his thumb to an edge. âShall I mend it?âÂ
âYeah. Yes.âÂ
Fred pulls your arm to kiss the crook of your elbow, and then the cut is healing, from red to pink to purple to white, a second and then gone, his non-verbal cut-mending charm practised, perfect. Tomorrow, you wonât be able to see the scar.Â
He smiles at you. âSee that? Magic kiss.â
âThat was good.âÂ
âTheyâre all like that, you know,â he says, which is as much warning as you want or need as he ducks in to kiss you. Kisses twice, a third time, nose tapped into yours and breath warm as it skims your lips, your Cupidâs bow, and your soft cheek.Â
âFred.â
âGhost, I thought you were going to have a sit down outside of the shop like you do, but youâ whyâd you go all the way to Magic Tree?âÂ
âI didnât mean to walk that far.âÂ
You can see his tongue behind his lips, running against the line of his teeth. Heâs frowning without meaning to, deeply, his eyebrows drawn and his usually gentle eyes dark, like heâs angry, or he could be, but it never turns itself on you.Â
âNo?â Fred asks, his voice dropping in register, âWhereâd you mean to go?â
âI didnât mean to go anywhere.âÂ
âYou donât have to cry,â he says under his breath. âYou didnât do anything wrong.â
âIâm not,â you say back, because you donât want him to worry, because youâre not sure if youâre gonna cry or not and it wouldnât matter if you did, only you donât think you can stand the look on his face now, like youâve accidentally hurt yourself and he feels sorry for you, like you could be sitting in the hospital wing at school right now waiting for a verdict.Â
âWhat happened?â he asks.Â
âThe scratch?âÂ
âEverything, lovely.âÂ
âI cleaned up downstairs.âÂ
He nods. âOkay. Thank you.âÂ
Fred guides you wordlessly to the sofa and waits for you to sit before sitting right next to you, not a lick of space between you as he bunches an arm around you and presses your forehead to his mouth, but he doesnât kiss it. He hugs you, occasionally adjusting against you like youâre slippery, and he doesnât speak.Â
âI scared you,â you croak.Â
âYeah, you did.âÂ
You feel a sob like a bubble in your throat. You squeeze your mouth shut and press your face into Fredâs shoulder, nonplussed by your own emotion, hating to make a show of things. Fred shushes you gently, already waiting to rub your back as the tears start, and when they wonât end. âItâs okay,â he says, twice, three times, until itâs one word. âSâokay, youâre okay, itâs alright, Y/N. It is.âÂ
You donât make a sound that isnât sucking in air or the worst kind of whine at the back of your throat. You donât sob out loud. You donât try to say sorry.Â
Eventually, you scare Fred worse. âBaby,â he says into your forehead, more touch than sound, âyou need to calm down. Youâre gonna make yourself sick.âÂ
You nod emphatically and cling to him, worried heâll move. He stays where he is, humming approvingly when your tears begin to slow. You must sniffle into his shoulder for a quarter of an hour without his complaint, an odd relief in his hand as he rubs circles against your upper back, like this is a good thing. A part of you thinks he must be furious and annoyed to have to do it, but the reality, and that youâre familiar with, is that Fred just loves you, so he doesnât mind.Â
You donât say sorry. You wonât try. Itâll upset him more.Â
âAlright?â he asks.Â
âYeah.âÂ
âWant a drink or something?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âSure youâre okay?âÂ
âI donât know whatâs wrong.âÂ
âYou donât have to know,â he says, pulling away to rub a nice finger down your cheek. He dries salt tracks and carefully, carefully brushes the last of your tears from your eyelashes with a pale fingertips. His cheeks are blushed from your hugging. His freckles are like paint flecks wet against his skin. âWe can have a cup of tea, or hot chocolate or coffee. I can make you cream of chicken, if you want. Itâs about dinner time.âÂ
âI donât want anything. Do you want something?âÂ
He smiles. Endeared.Â
âNo,â âhe follows the bridge of your nose with a fingertipâ âI donât need anything.âÂ
âOkay,â you say, more to yourself than him, paying a great deal of interest to your lap.Â
âAre you feeling at all better?âÂ
âYeah, Iâm okay.âÂ
He draws a line across your jaw, past your chin to shy of your ear. âItâs okay if you donât feel better.â
âDo you want me to?âÂ
âFeel better? Of course I do.âÂ
You let yourself sink into his lap. Shuffling and collapsing, his hand falling to the small of your back.
Fred holds you for a long time. After, he makes dinner, and you get misty eyed at the table, and he canât pretend he doesnât notice, and you struggle through every bite and ask him if he was really, truly scared, and he says he was. He doesn't protest when you ask to go to bed while the sun is still up, only closes the curtains and casts a charm to keep the light out, only tucks you in, only rests his weight against you with his hand held lightly across the bottom of your face. You kiss his palm. He lets his index finger brush under your nose, like heâs looking for a seam.
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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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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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cw - minor vent/irl grief
#crossposting from twitter#cause I don't have the energy to reformat this and what notany support for Ceschi would be sweet#any support for Ceschi would be sweet#but its not like he's vying for streams. its just a little tradition in our friends and family on special dates anniversaries.#it might seem to be combining my grief with avatar. but I have coped with the loss through avatar over the last year.#especially with Spider and Neteyam. exploring the grief between them.#l've always coped best via displacement#I always thought this was a little message from the universe for thissong to connect them to my grief journey.#so that's why I'm posting this. for myself. and for my uncle. as helistened to many yap sessions about avatar with joy.#he'd listen to my in depth analysis connecting them to this song if he were here.#avatar 2#avatar the way of water#spider socorro#miles spider socorro#miles socorro#avatar#avatar spider#spider avatar#vent#grief#cw grief#cw vent#tw vent
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Sunshine for three sentence brain wake up?
âRupee for your thoughts?â
Sky glances to his right as Warriors flops down, a casual grin on his lips.
âYou looked like you were deep in thought.â
The Skyloftian hums and cocks his head, smiling softly as he murmurs, âjust admiring the sunshine.â
#heâs missing a certain special someone#trin answers#lovely shearlin#thx for the prompt friend!#linked universe#lu sky#lu warriors
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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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