#and its the last thing anyone would have wanted but its also the only anwser

[sunshinestardrop]

I want to throw up I Keep thinking about what Gege did to Gojo and GOD its so TERRIBLE

LOVE IT

[mellohidisc]

╰ ☆ ╮𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 - discord au ✰⋆

1.2k 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: "𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘮." // "𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳."

𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘: 5/5 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 || 𝘺/𝘯 & 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱

I plopped my bag on my unmade and definitely in need of a wash bedsheets. I looked down on it, scrunching my nose seeing blemish marks upon my white sheets. Don’t ask me what it is, maybe dirt? Marker? Maybe the last drops of a monster energy drink that I chucked across my room into the garbage can. I’m not too sure what exactly it is to be quite honest. I’ve been so busy and tired, and the state of my bedroom defiantly showed it. University is hard, especially when it isn’t your only responsibility. With all the homework, my job and trying to keep my long-distance relationship above water it is especially hard.

But for once, the world was on my side. It was the weekend, I didnt have work and nothing due soon for school. I could get a rest, fucking finally. I walked my self over to my desk, and sat down in the chair. Unlike George and his streamer friends with these super expensive duel monitor and pc set up bullshit, I just had my laptop, and fuck Dream for making fun of me for it. I unfolded it, pressing the power on button. I watched as it slowly booted up.

Okay, maybe Dream is right but still fuck him.

I refuse to give that man the satisfaction of saying "I told you so." After waiting for a few to let it boot up all the way, I clicked through onto discord.

sex havers and y/n.

fucking idiots, all five of them.

looking over to the voice channels i saw them all in vc 2. I pondered, and questioned if I was mentally stable enough to listen to karl and quackity scream into my ear. I knew the answer was no but...oh, my finger slipped.

"y/n!" karl yelped with excitement. I felt a second wind rip through my body. that was the effect these boys had on you, if you think you're tired you're actually not.

"hi george." i said brightly, knowing it would offend karl greatly.

"hi hun." he said shortly, taking me off guard. i could hear him slamming on his keyboard.

"what are you playing?" i asked, going to click on his discord profile to find out.

"phasmaphobia, come save me from karl. he's been screaming the whole time in the lobby."

"hell no babe, you're on your own im sorry."

"for once, i agree with them." dream chimed in, making me roll my eyes and make a fake gagging noise at him.

dream has one of the kindest hearts i know of. we just fucked around with each other, but we could never seriously hate each other. he was like a brother to me, and no not one of those weird fucked up "i have a crush on my boyfriends best friend" things, but just a genuine great friend.

my thoughts we're interrupted by a loud scream from sapnap, and quackity and karl yelling run. I winced, smashing the volume down button on my laptop.

"alright nope! no no im done! i am closing the game." george said frantically, you laughed as you watched his discord status change.

"awe did the ghostie boy scare you?" i tease gently, testing the waters. with george sometimes, i could never tell when the teasing would be too much.

before he could anwser, i saw karls face appear on my computer screen making me giggle. he had the camera zoomed all the way into his face, staring dead into the camera.

"george..." he growled lowly, making you laugh.

"yes karl?" george asked innocently.

"SCREW YOU!"

the whole call bursted into laughter, i watched my screen go from only karl to karl and quackity.

oh dear god...

anytime alex has his camera on we knew we were in for it.

i watched quackity as he grabbed a stuffed pillow from behind him, and a pair of scissors off his desk.

"george listen- listen to me. this pillow-" he waved it in front of the camera.

"this is you. now this is a pair of scissors." he proceeded to wave them in front of the camera also.

"now george, i want you to turn your camera on for me."

george groaned in protest.

"why-"

"SHUT UP AND DO IT!" quackity yelled, i whined at him to shut the hell up.

I watched the screen grow again into three cameras on, butterflies filling my stomach as I saw george's smile. sometimes it just feels so surreal to me, how he gave me the time of the day really. when I first meet him he didn't seem like the type to date anyone, and if he did he would have been the type to forget he was dating someone and not answer for days.

yet he proved me wrong.

being with george has been one of the best relationships i've been in. he was kind and caring, and yeah he had a hard times being comforting but he showed his compassion in other ways. whether it be a meme he made himself to make me laugh, or a something as small as sending me a cat video link.

"y/n! turn on your camera." sapnap demanded, making you frown your brows.

"what! why? since when did you have yours on sap?"

"well if you weren't day dreaming ab mr gog mister over here you would have saw me put it on."

I rolled your eyes. I scanned my bedroom and made a face. It is a fucking mess in here.

"okay but dream doesn't have his on." i point out, knowing that wasn't going to help me.

"yeah thats because its dream." karl retorted.

"turn it on."

"turn it on."

"turn it on."

The four of them stared to chant, as dream laughed in the background.

"I fucking hate you guys." I groaned, hitting the camera button on discord.

Quackity placed the bear and scissors down, standing up out of his seat to lean closer to the computer screen.

"holy shit y/n! did a hurricane come through your room or something?" he laughed, half jokingly.

the boys knew they couldn't genuinely say shit, after all they are boys.

"oh fuck off. i would love to see your bedroom."

"i guess this makes me the organized one in the relationship." george says proudly, gleaming with joy.

the boys and i laughed at him, watching his mouth slowly open wide and a look of disbelief spreading across his face.

"what! why are you laughing?"

"george, you and i both know you are the least organized person in the world." dream told him.

i giggled watching georges reactions to their comments. his mannerisms were apart of his humor, the hand gestures and the facial expressions.

"no okay no guys please. listen-"

"guys pleaseeee" sapnap whinned mockingly, sending us all into laughter.

"screw off! babe tell them how organized i am!" he yelled through a laugh.

my eyes widened, fuck. you tried quickly to think of a lie to make him look stupid but good at the same time.

"last night he ate his fruit loops by color." i said, nodding trying to sell it.

"HES FUCKING COLOR BLIND YOU LIAR!" dream yelled loudly.

i covered my mouth from laughing so hard. holy shit. thank god i dont have anything to do tomorrow its going to be a long night.

[yourfeminist]

All of the asks. If you don't want to answer some that's fine, I'd be interested in all of them ☺️

Hell yeah i’m down! Thank you a lot! Have a nice day or evening! 

zinc white; how are you really feeling today? no one-word answers please!

Well I woke up today and I thought I had to work at 8AM but I didn’t need to work so that kinda sucked. But otherwise then that I’m fine! I need to do a few things today so I look forward to do that! Thanks for asking 

lemon; what’s your comfort food?

Chocolate!

hansa yellow; what’s your guilty pleasure song?

Rich Girl by Daryl Hall & John Oates!

yellow ochre; name an artist/band whom you just discovered & can’t get enough of! 

I recently discovered Billie Eilish and she’s pretty cool. But other than her I don’t remember any new album I listened to

naples yellow; where do you feel most at home?

Well my parents are divorced so ngl at my dads I feel more home because there are a lot of other people and I enjoy that. But when I’m at my moms I really love my room and that feels like home too. So I can’t decide :)

raw sienna; with whom do you feel most at home?

My (girl)friendgroup and one friend specifically that always makes me feel like home. When we are at the same party I always feel less awkward or uncomfortable ( I have social anxiety and sometimes it’s really acting up). So I’m really glad that he has that feeling. 

golden ochre; describe the relationship you have with your closest friend.

We can talk about everything but still we don’t always do. We have a great friendship and sure do love each other but we don’t say things like that to each other. We also see each other pretty often. One of my best friends💕

golden deep; what’s your favorite season?

This anwser always changes but atm It’s spring! I really enjoy the weather where you don’t have to wear a jacket just a hoodie because of the sun! Yup really love that. OH AND everything starts to grow again :)

cadmium orange; what do you like to do on your days off?

Watch youtube video’s, watch a few episodes of a show, reading and mostly relax!

orange lake; do you have anyone you can turn to when you’re sad?

yup I do but this girl right here is kinda dumb because I never talk to anyone because I have this feeling that when I do I bother other people. And I know I don’t but still I won’t do it haha. But I’m working on it! So if anyone has the same feeling feel free to come to me or ask me how I’m dealing with that.

titans; do you prefer slow mornings or relaxing evenings?

Both! But I prefer evenings a little more. Because then I see my family and friends more ( i know cliche :p)

shakhnazaryan red; are you currently binge-watching anything?

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE!!!!!!(cool cool cool cool cool no doubt no doubt) And I’m watching Teen Wolf for the second time haha

red ochre; are you more right-brained (creative) or left-brained (analytical)?

Right brained!

burnt sienna; is there a painting that brings you peace when you look at it?

Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh! 

english red; what animal do you relate to most?

A CAT!!! LOVE SLEEPING LOVE CUDDLING AND SOMETIMES I LOVE TO BE A GRUMPY FUCK

vermilion; what’s your favorite accent?

Hard one!! I really like Irish ( @bleubelle249SO YOU BETTER HAVE ONE :PPP) and Scottish! But ngl I reaaaally love Australian accents, so hot.

cadmium red; do you have a “type” when it comes to a significant other?

Nope I don’t mind tbh. But dark hair and dark eyes are plus !

scarlet; describe your current crush/es.

Dark haired, dark eyed 6′2 and his name is Noah Centineo and he doesnt even know I exist :). But other than him I don’t have a crush!

ruby; what does your ideal first date look like?

A walk at a park and maybe picknick and a fun activity and dinner later in the afternoon and for the night a movie! But tbh everything is okay, I’m not that hard to statisfy.

carmine; what does your ideal second date look like?

Anything the other person want to do! 

madder lake red; would you ever kiss someone (or accept a kiss) on a first date?

Yes I would. I would only kiss someone if they want to (CONSENT KIDS, ITS IMPORTANT) and I also would accept one if I’m comfortable. But there needs to be a connection tho. Otherwise a quick  peck on the cheeks.

rose; what’s something really positive going on in your life right now?

That I’m working on myself to become a healthier (mentally) me.  Because it took waaaaaaaaaaaaay to long.

quinacridone rose; what’s something you’re really looking forward to?

My drivers licence! 

violet rose; what does your dream house look like?

A very cozy house. Nice, warm with a library and a lot of plants and flowers! A big garden with both sun and shadow. With a few neighbours. And I would love to live at a dead end next to meadow!

violet; is there any place in particular you’d like to settle down?

Somewhere in England, USA or Australia. Maybe somewhere else in Europe, don’t know.

blue lake; what would you like to do/accomplish before you settle down?

That I finished college. I’m financial stable and that I worked hard for the things that I have. I don’t like doing things the easy way.

cobalt blue spectral; what is the most beautiful place you have ever been to?

Český Krumlov in Czech Republic

ultramarine; when was the last time you were in a good mood? do you know/remember what sparked it?

A week ago. I just felt good. Don’t have a reason for it.

blue; what’s the most recent dream you remember?

That I was dating a collegue who is also a friend. it was a really weird dream but I didnt tell anyone because my friends ship us hahahah

bright blue; what does your dream family look like? any kids or pets? how many of each?

I don’t yet if I want kids (or that my partner does) but if I would have kids I want 3 em. And both a dog and a cat!

blue cobalt; do you like your name? would you give yourself a different name if you could? Yes I like my name (Anouk) and no I will not give myself a different name because I don’t think an other name will fit me.

prussian azure; what’s your favorite scent?

Depends on my mood what it is; like a candle or perfume or deodorant. But probably vanilla, lemongrass and citrus.

azure blue; what’s your favorite type of tea, if any?

Earl grey!

turquoise blue; if you could start a garden, what would you plant?

SUNFLOWERS!!!!!!!!!!! And a few trees and nice flowers that grow each year.

cerulean blue; if you were guaranteed to have a viewership, would you start a youtube vlog?

yes probably. I secretly would love that haha

glauconite; describe your body without using any negative adjectives.

Tall, nice skin, long arms and long legs and my stomach kinda has a sixpack.

yellow green; picture yourself walking in a field. what do you see & hear in this scenario?

Probably something like this. But with more high grass. And I soflty hear the wind and a few birds chirping.

green light; are you in a comfortable place in life? if not, what do you think might make it better?

80% of my life is! What do I think might make it better? Me. But don’t know how yet.

green; name three countries you want to visit; do you have any actual plans in place to visit any of them?

1. Italy2. Australia3. New zealand

Yes! They are all three on my bucket list so I will for sure visit them!

emerald green; do you speak any languages besides english? are there any additional languages you want to learn?

Yes I speak: Dutch, Frisian and a tiny bit of German. And I really want to learn Spanish!

oxide of chromium; what’s your favorite book?

That’s way to hard for me to choose. So i am not going to give you an anwser :p

olive green; are you currently reading anything? how do you like it so far?

I am reading the Game of Thrones books. Currently reading A Clash of Kings (second one) 

mars brown; what’s a movie that always puts a smile on your face/makes you laugh?

Coco!! And all the Harry Potter movies!

burnt umber; what’s something you plan to do before the day is over to take care of yourself?

Nothing haha

umber; have you drank enough water today?

Not yet! But it’s still morning so don’t worry!

voronezhskaya black; what or who is your go-to outlet for when you need to vent? 

I don’t vent a lot. And if I do it’s not a go to person. Probably my dad or anyone else from my family or friends

sepia; name five things that always make you happy.

1. Animals2. When people are happy3. When people are smiling 4. Music!5. Kian and Jc (shout out to them, they are youtubers)

indigo; what’s the best/sweetest compliment you have ever received?

That I’m a very relaxed person to be with. My friends told me that when we had a test I’m made them less nervous. And I really like that.

payne’s gray; describe your aesthetic?

Art

black; post a selfie because you are so beautiful!

I would rather not post one but I’ll guess I will post one

There ya go!

Thanks again!

[19possums-blog]

On tianshan relationship and their fandom, i guess ?

hello there @nightfayre !! Im the 5asks anon lol (the one abt the last chapter of tianshan). I wanted to thank you for your answer and continue to rant in your askbox but i figured it was so long that mb it would crash ur box lmao, so I... kind of created a blog..... hm. well theres no bad reasons to create an account is there lol ?? (also is there no way to send a long ask ?? why is it so limited :(( )

So once again thank you for anwser, and what an answer ! You raised many points i didnt think about and that was very interesting. I knew i would be glad to hear your thoughts ! the rest under a read more coz i think its going to be looong lol

(( To do a sort of disclaimer : I despise fandom discourse and im more of the mentality “let ppl enjoy what they want as long as it dont hurt real life ppl”, and “dont like dont interact”. So everything im going to say is not an attack against anyone, but just a way of prolonging a manhwa that i like. Most of all, i want to emphasize that at the end of the day, its just a manhwa : it doesnt justify being mean or aggressive towards other real life ppl. If you find yourself raging while reading fandom wank, just stop reading, block, and go outside a little. My way of enjoying the manhwa is to be analytical, to criticize (positively and negatively) and to look at the material source as well as the fandom in itself ; if its (understandably lol) not your definition of fun, this post may not be for you !))

Ur totally right in saying that the hardest thing is separate morality, reality and fiction. I hope my asks didn't come across as a 'u shouldnt like tianshan bc its not morally good'. There is a lot of puritan push back on tumblr lately, and im totally against it. Everyone is free to like/ship what they want ; reading only ‘morally good’ literature wont prevent you to become a nasty person - i would argue itd be the exact opposite, as your spirit wont be trained to think critically or to evaluate a situation (and every situations is always grey) by your own means. Also, its important to separate fantasies/what you like to read and who you are/what you do. To be embarrassingly honest, and like many people, one of my sexual fantasy is rape ; but in my real life, im in a queer anarchist collective that actively fights against rape culture and defends rape victims. That is why i dont have a problem with SheLI/Mo shippers (or even HeCheng/SheLi shippers) even if its not my cup of tea, but i would have a problem if in real life (irl) ppl would say to irl Mo that irl SL is good for him (or if they wouldnt find it wrong that a irl 30yo Cheng is involved wt an irl 15yo Li). I digress.

But then again this confusion about fiction/reality/morality is at the core of the tianshan fandom -and many fandoms. I dont know about you, but i grossly see 3 types of ‘trends’ depending on how ppl interact with the source material  :

1.The ones who think you cant like something while being critical of it. I love 19 days but I think there are flaws in it, beyond tianshan dynamic (like how OX handles the transition between funny and dramatic moments –I think its badly done). It doesn’t mean I personally hate OX and wish harm to their family oc. Worse than this, the ones who, because they dont like certain things in 19 days, feel free to harass OX on their social media.  Here its a confusion between fiction and reality and a lack of critical thinking.

2. the ones that loves Tianshan because they think it fits the trope “Dark, handsome, tortured violent boy who is violent towards fragile, sweet, pure cute boy because he loves him” and the typically associated trope “the pure boy will change the violent boy by the pureness of his heart”. Aka the most common yaoi trope. Again, if it pleases people to see Tianshan like this, good for them and i hope they have a nice time reading 19 days. Lets face it, I love really bad yaoi and books. Its just not how i see tianshan at all, but to each their own. I just have a problem when these ppl insist that its an ok behavior to have in real life and say things like “possessiveness is a proof of love” uncritically (hint : it isnt). For me, its the difference between enjoying fast food (thats okay), and wanting to force everyone to eat fast food and to find it pleasurable (not okay).

3. the ones that think what you like in literature defines who you are, and so in order to be a “good person” you have to only like “morally good litterature” -there are the ones I personally find the more interesting bc they can ask good questions. But alas, in most cases its just puritanism badly disguised and currently they are in all fandoms. Lets not delve into the issue of this statement : what is ‘morally good’ ? who are in the authority to proclaim what is good ? how can you recognize what is ‘morally good’ if you dont see what is ‘morally not good’ ? is it literature’s responsibility to educate its audience ? do literature have to point out “watch out audience what just happened is not okay” as if we were brainless children ? whats more important : what you like reading or what you do irl ? .... Okay i totally delve into this lmao. Here its a confusion between fiction and morality and a rejection of critical thinking : we could say its like when the Catholics prohibited women from reading bc it would pervert them and think of the children).

Returning to the specifics of what we've been talking about  : so in this last case, you (generic ‘you’) think that you are a good person ; so you have to read morally good literature. So in this case, fandom isnt just a harmless hobby, but a proof of how you are morally good, imagine the stakes ! But alas, you happen to like 19 days and most specifically tianshan. You said (@nightfayre​ ) that you judge Tianshan unhealthy as they are now, and i wholeheartedly agree with you, so im not going to discuss why since you already explained it so well. So, what happens when you like a morally not good ship, but you think liking morally dubious things makes you a bad person ? You bent over backwards to explain that, in fact, this ship is morally good, to protect your integrity. And thats why, in 19days fandom since the last chapter (and its the same thing with every chapter where flaws of HT are revealed!), there are many posts going around “hm, in fact, what He Tian did is good ! i know it can seems like hes a violent asshole who dont respect MGS because he punches him, threatens him, and dont listen to him, but hm.... in fact its because he’s nice...” and then they do mental gymnastics to justify what is, obviously, not morally justifiable. And i find its a pity because, my guy, my buddy, nobody is going to throw you tomatoes if you like a morally dubious character, and also bc nothin is morally good ! everybody does what they think is the best in ‘problematic situations’ ! and thats what make life interesting ! and so, 19 days interesting ! The flaws of HT (and MGS) are what drawn ppl to his character, bc it makes him real, its makes him contradictory, we can project ourselves in him, and we can see a complicated character with awesome latent potential. And yes, treating someone like a territory bc you care about them is a flaw lol. (on this subject : i saw ppl saying that its protectiveness and not possession : if you protect someone like you would protect a territory, then its not a healthy protection. you deal with a human whose agency you must respect, contrary to a territory).

MGS and HT are the product of what happen to them in their early childhood and then their adolescence. Like you said, they grow up in a violent, twisted world, where being emotionally distant is the norm. I would even say that they are expected to conform to the standards of (toxic) masculinity : channel all your emotions into anger, caring is being weak and feminine, prove your worth by your physical strength, be in control in all ur relationship, etc. I would say thats why Mo is so hostile towards HT : HT challenges his masculinity, by seducing him (everyone know that the biggest fear of macho men like HT and Mo is being considered gay -_-) and being stronger than him. Lets face it, Mo has kind of a homophobic issue, like all the boys. Between JY who tells HT its disgusting being told hes handsome by a man (at the beginning of the manhwa, i hope by now he had grown out of it), or Mo who tells HT he isnt happy that a guy is on his bed or who desperately wants to prove his heterosexuality by saying he likes all cute girls to his baldy friend... HT is more nuanced, but at the end, when he ‘seduces’ Mo, its always predatory. He doesnt let himself being vulnerable and he aggressively touches Mo even without his consent. For me, its a way of proving his domination, not his interest (and when i say that, i dont mean that HT is not genuinely interested in Mo -just that his actions dont translate this). ZZX is the only one who seems to have a healthy relationship with his masculinity lol, but then hes the healthy one in all aspects (thats why i dont like his character and am not invested in zhanyi, even if irl i would love to be his friend).

With all that being said, oc HT wont know how to adequately express genuine concern and interest in Mo ! This sort of social interactions is not something you just know, its smth you learn. And in HT and Mo’s cases, nobody was there to teach them -we could even say that ppl in their life made them unlearn caring behaviors. So HT does what he does best : he fights and forces, and is surprised when Mo thinks (obviously) HT is evil. And also, like you said, Mo will never be (at least how he is now) a driving force in their relationships bc he will always run away from bonding with ppl. So here we are, HT being the only driving force in their relationship, the same HT who only knows violence. No wonder that their relationship is like this...

As it is, i feel like tianshan is kind of in an impasse right now. One or the other is going to have to evolve if we want to see their relationships changing. Either HT learns how to care without being violent (seems complicated if Mo doesnt challenges him, bc HT isnt going to realize this without feedback since its how he has always functioned), or, more likely, Mo is going to be honest with him and tell him that his behavior is hurting him. Though more probable, I dont see it happening anytime soon : for one, Mo isnt capable of seeing when he is hurting emotionally and what is hurting him ; and also, bc Mo doesnt know any other language than violence, not unlike HT. I think its smth most of the fandom ignore, how violence is smth that HT and MGS both have in common, and how if HT wasnt violent, MGS certainly wouldnt consider him at all.

Anw im excited to see where OX is going with all this ! Like you said, the forced kiss was pivotal to their relationship, so im kind of hoping it would be the same here ! I just hope they wont... do like usual and just put a funny chapter and ignore this latest development.....

OMG i wrote soo much and there is so much i still want to say.... i think im going to do a second post... sorry about the spam lmao

( @nightfayre : i dont know how this site works yet, is @ you alright ? will it show you my post in your notif or should i send an ask ?  bc i want you to see my answer, but i dont want you to feel pressurized to respond or interact or anything !! above all dont feel pressurized, i was sad last night when you wrote ‘im sorry to not answer more quicly’ bc you should answer at your own rhythm or not answer ! your blog is a hobby, not an obligation, so dont feel bad to not do more when yo already do much !! )

[yusunabydearmstrong]

-. C O R R U P T U S  I I I.-

The days went by without anyone counting them. The relationship between Zero and SRFM was strengthened from that moment, Morty had the right to speak for an hour a day, distributed in different moments that happened with his master. Zero never showed him any feelings and that was fine for Morty as long he didn't ignored him.

Fan Morty was living in the underground floors of the garage, because if Jerry or Beth found him they would not think twice about keeping him and it was something far from Zero's plans. He wouldn't tolerate having that pesky Morty in the house daily, it'd be very difficult have to listen to his trembling voice all day along and he couldn't deal with share him with anyone else.

Not even with his own family.

Morty had been locked up, forced to clean  into consensual slavery; the older one brought him food every time he remembered the boy and also gave him a few things to simulate a room; A two-meters-cell that barely had a couple of blankets on the floor to resist the cold.

Of course Morty adored it. It was the first time – in a long - that he had something private to keep his things. -Not like in the nursery, where his blanket and his mattress were crushed´s Mortys.-

Summer was the one who discovered him in a morning that she went to look for Rick and accidentally fells to the bottom floor. There was his "brother" paler than she remembered - because he hardly received the light of the sun. The scream she gave was startling, and Morty only reacted by drawing a timid smile on his face.

He was glad to meet this 'kind-of-sister' whom the other Mortys had told him. Of course, the only remotely familiar memory he had was his grandfather Rick. It was the only familiar scheme he knew in his own dimension.

Rick was always his everything.

"Can you explain what OUR son does in the garage of MY house?" Said Jerry furiously, Beth, with a blanket covering little Morty.

"You could have killed him! Who knows what kind of stuff are in your lab?" Beth hurried, forcing a hug with Morty, though to him, both -she and the idiot who resembled him, Jerry- were complete strangers.

Zero only gave them a hard-to-decipher look, a mixture of indifference and comfort. He took a deep drink of his liquor and didn´t bother to even clean the rest that was drained by the corner of his lips.

"So…" he concluded.

Sumer, was with her arms patted silently with wounded pride, how could Morty didn't tell her he was gay? She was his older sister, Why it be that he didn't trust on her? She might even have helped his get away with that gay boyfriend! She was very disappointed.

"Rick, can I use some of my talk-time of tomorrow? I have many questions that I want to anwser today..." he said slowly, as if the only culprit in the room was himself.

"You can´t. I'll discount that question of your time tomorrow"

"What does the talk-time means! God, what did you do to my son?" shout Jerry.

"He don´t know who the hell you are, Jerry, don´t try to confuse him" Zero cooperated at last. "Okay, if you idiots think this kid is your relative, you're wrong. He…" burped  "comes from another dimension where everyone of you is dead and then I stole him from the zoo where he was. He's infested with fleas, traumas and whatever what that blue thing is but was in the garage.

Morty retained a worried countenance, almost enjoying it. He liked to know that Rick had paid attention to all his stories; But the way he remembered his past was so crude, if it had not been for his great self-esteem he'd probably be crying.

"Oh my stars" Beth accused, sliding her hands vaguely out of him. "Poor ... creature ..."

"Rick! How dare you bring such a sick Morty to this house, have you seen how pale and skinny he is? I don´t want to see him here tomorrow. "

Damn dad!" Sumer blamed. "He hasn´t gone out or eaten, you can´t throw him away, what if maybe this Morty already trusted in me. Can we keep him?

Morty's curious eyes could compete in a game of ping pong, as they went from person to person as they talked, and his only sign of corporal communication was to hug himself; pretending that it was to protect him from the decision that these people and his Rick would took.

"I don't know Sumer, we couldn't afford a psychologist," Beth said.

"Oh, you thought to pay someone to save this child while our marriage goes to hell!" - yelled Jerry, who broke out a bomb of arguments between them, same whom led them directly to the kitchen. Sumer shouted annoyed that they never had time for their children and went to lock himself in his room as a good teenager.

So it was Zero and Morty who were 'atonic' in that discussion. Zero looked at him with deep laziness, looking on his coat lab for a smock of cigarette or a portal gun; or whatever he  find first.

It was the pistol.

"Come on, Morty." His master sighed heavily, extending him a gentle hand to get him out of his nervousness, Morty's face rose with hope and a gleam of joy in his eyes, his thin hand reaching out to the older man. "I'll take you back to the nursery."

Morty hit Rick's hand, and contracted hims faster than he had wanted. His voice cracked.

"No, please, Rick! "I like being with you, don't take me back there."

-Morty ...

-I didn't do anything wrong, I swear, I can eat less at day, or leave my room only when you tell me but please ...

-Morty I ...

"I like you a lot, Rick, I can stop talikng for ever, or you can punish me when you feel its necessary; I want you to feel good about yourself, I know you're suffering but I don't know why, let me help you, I want to be here for you, I want to be part of you, let me be yours. IloveyousomuchRickpleasedonottakemeawayfromyou.

- ...

Tears welled in Morty's eyes as he covered his mouth with fear, a desperation bathed in remorse. Zero looked at him blankly, his dark ears playing hide his indifferent gaze. The child didn't say a single word after the confession.

The minutes buried the silence.

"I thought ... I told you that you had no permission to speak ... I want you back in the nursery. Now"

"Then I'm not going!"

A strong blow was lodged in the cheek of the child, without thinking it had broken all the patience in the adult; And this one was not going to settle down so easily. In the middle of the boy's groans, Zero grabbed his hair and dragged him to the portal he had just created.

It was a sunny day in the citadel.

 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> this is a looooong chapert, so here is the third and FOUR IS LATEER!

[kristannafever]

In The City of Angels - Chapter 6

KRISTANNA MODERN AU Rated: M (swearing, sexual tension)

Chapter Index

Kristoff decided to stay awake after the angry phone call warning him to stay away from Anna.  His knew his mind would be too bothered to try and fall back asleep, so he made himself coffee and grabbed and old copy of the first Braided Steel book from a stack in his dresser.  He wanted to familiarize himself with the books again since it had been so long since he had read them, and he now happened to know the author.  Who you are completely in love with, his mind told him. Shut up, she has a boyfriend, he told himself.

Kristoff was a good way into the book and on a third cup of coffee when he heard a text message tone from his pocket.  He fished his phone out of his pants, and his spirits lifted seeing it was from Anna.

I have a massive headache,  it read.

- Haha you drank a lot, he texted back

I know.  The night is cloudy.  WHY DID WE GO DANCING, I HATE DANCING.

- your sister wanted to go

Oh right.  I’m so thirsty I need water haha.  Thanks for taking us out last night.

- My pleasure

Can you come over tonight too?  We’ll behave I promise!!!

He hesitated, unsure of what to say.  After he had heard Anna and her sister talk about Hans and so many other things, he felt like an intruder into their world. As much as he wanted to know more about her, he felt suddenly like he was overstepping a boundary, not to mention the angry warning that had woken him up, knowing full well it had been Hans.  But his phone dinged again; he was apparently taking too long to anwser.

I’m sorry if we said anything to offend you.  I can’t remember much I HATE wine!  Please come over tonight please!

- Sure what time?

YAY!!!  How about 6?  We’ll make a whole mess of spaghetti!!

- Sounds good.  See you then, he texted back.

He smiled.  He couldn’t help but smile. These last two crazy weeks of getting to know Anna a little but more had meant more to him than all the other relationships he had combined, and yet, he still had to remind himself that she was unavailable.

He knew now that Anna and Hans had issues, but he also knew that all couples did.  Yet there was something about the way she acted when she was around him that made Kristoff think that there was something more than just a friendship going on between them.

He wasn’t stupid, and he could see the signs as clear as day, but he could also see the turmoil within her.  The last thing he wanted was to profess his feelings towards her, only to have her decide that she would rather be with someone like Hans.  Someone who would do all the romantic things that he knew would never even cross his mind.

Despite his fame he remained a simple man.  He never had much to offer a women besides treating her with utter and complete respect and honesty.  He knew he had nothing to bid in the way of courtship except his love, but he also knew that he could protect; that he would fight for what is right and fight for the ones he loved. 

He had heard Anna express her distaste over certain things, but he also knew that someone who had a mind for romance like Hans could probably find a way to win over any heart.  He chided himself for not being the type of man that could understand those wants of a woman, and he supposed that was maybe why he struggled so hard with relationships in the past.  Sunny herself had told him many times that he needed to be more romantic, and yet the idea of buying small gifts that did not last(such as flowers) seemed silly and meaningless to him.

The more he thought about Anna the more he decided that maybe there was someone else out there who could appreciate him for who he was, even if he was ignorant at romance.  Maybe there was a woman out there who would complete him and be there for him, and understand him.  But somehow the more he pictured of this woman, the clearer Anna’s face came to his mind.  His heart knew, but his mind refused to accept it because she was with someone else.

He decided to go running himself that morning, knowing that Anna would not be on the trails.  With music blaring in his ears and the only sensations being his pumping legs and rhythmic breathing, he was able to think clearly for the first time in a long time.  He realized suddenly too why Anna chose to run outside everyday.  For his movies he was always on the treadmill, endlessly pumping cardio into his workout regimen, and yet being outside in the elements, feeling the breeze on his face and smelling the park he realized that he was missing out on a lot of things. 

When he got back to his place he took a shower, and decided that there would be no better way to spend the afternoon than to go for a ride. 

He donned his leather and helmet and stradled the bike, turning the key and feeling the machine come to life between his legs.  It exhilarated him, as it always did and always would.

He rode through the hills without a destination, just following the road until it was time to turn back.  There was no simple way he could describe the feeling of just riding, feeling every curve and every straight in a different way with the breeze in his face.  It was like meditation in a way; it cleared his mind of trouble.

When he returned home he was completely relaxed and looked forward to seeing Anna again.

*****

When he walked in her house that evening it smelled wonderful.  There were meatballs on the counter and a pot of water boiling away on the stove.  Elsa was mixing tomatoes and spices in a bowl and Anna was grating mozzarella cheese.

“What can I do?”  He asked.

“Here, take over, I have to check the pasta.”  She said pushing the grater and the bowl towards him.  He gladly grated the rest of the block of cheese while Anna drained the pot in the sink.  He watched in fascination as Elsa coated the pasta in the tomato sauce and Anna began scooping it into a roaster.  She layered it twice like a lasagna, with meatballs and cheese, and then put it in the oven.

“Our Mother used to make this when we were kids.”  Elsa told him.  “It’s the best baked spaghetti you will ever taste, I promise.”

“The meatballs are home-made too.”  Anna said, playfully waggling her eyebrows at him. 

“It looks delicious.  I can’t wait to try it.”  He told them through a smile.

There was a sharp knock at the door and Anna left to answer it.  Kristoff was about to ask Elsa how often her and Anna had made the spaghetti over the years, when he head a voice that filled him with dread.  “Surprise!” 

“Hans!  What are you doing here?”  He could hear Anna say from the foyer.

“I came back a day early to surprise you.” He said. “And I brought you this.”

He relized Elsa was looking at him closly as they listened to the exchange.

“Oh Hans... its beautiful, I... I don’t know what to say.” 

“All you need to do is wear it and look pretty.”  Hans said, his voice getting louder as he came further into the house.

He came into the kitchen where Kristoff and Elsa were sitting, and there was no mistaking the daggers in his eyes when he locked his gaze with Kristoff.  “Oh!  I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”  He said lightly, but Kristoff could hear the underlying anger in his tone.

“No, we are just making spaghetti.”  Anna’s voice was low, a shining diamond necklace now dangling beautifully from her neck.

“Must have been quite the party last night.”  Hans was fishing.  “On my flight home today I saw the pictures all over the internet.”

“Pictures?”  Anna asked, confused.

“Of course.  You don’t go dancing with Hollywood’s favorite action star without getting your picture taken a couple of hundred times.”  Hans pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to Anna.  Her face contorted with embarrassment.

“You honestly didn’t know?”  He asked her in a tone that implied she was stupid, and that pissed Kristoff off to no end.

She shook her head.  “No, I, we were just having so much fun...”

“Well if you don’t want your picture plastered all over social media, then I suggest you go dancing with someone who isn’t as, how shall we put this, in the spotlight?”

Kristoff was boiling with anger, but the last thing he wanted to do was make matters worse.  “Ok, I’m going to go.  I’m sorry Anna.”  He left before there was any more words from anyone.  He shut the door quietly and headed down the steps.

“Kristoff.”  He heard his name whispered when he reached the driveway.  He turned to see Elsa, closing the door behind her and coming down to talk to him.  “I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but... please don’t give up on her.”

“What do you mean?”  He asked, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck nervously.

“Last night after you left, all she could talk about was you.  She went on and on and on about how much fun she has talking to you and spending time with you and how she can’t wait to go on a ride with you and.... well let’s just say Hans never came up once.”

“Uh, ok then.”  He said feeling uncomfortable.

”Plus I see the way you look at her.  It’s the same way she looks at you.”  Elsa said and hurried back into the house without a backward glance. 

*****

Kristoff sat dejectedly at his table with an uneaten salad in front of him poking it absently with a fork.  He was lost in thought, until there was a soft knock at his door.  He answered it, surprised to see Anna standing there.

“Here,” she said holding out a glass container covered with foil  “Spaghetti.”

He took it from her, hating the sadness in her eyes.  He was about to invite her in when she spoke.  “I’m so sorry about Hans.  I, uh, wanted you to try it though... the spaghetti.  It really is good.”

“Anna,”  He stared but she was already turning around. 

“I have to go.  I’m so sorry.”  She said and walked briskly down his driveway without another word.  He shut his door slowly and took the warm container to his table, pushing the salad plate away.  He opened the container and was hit with the delicious smell.  He twirled his fork in it and tasted it, and dammed if it wasn’t the best spaghetti he had ever had.  She had given him enough for two meals, but he at it all, thinking the whole time with worry of Anna and when he might get to talk to her again.