#so when its done im just too Exhausted to do anything else

[braintapes]

settling into a new schedule, probably will be a while before i can be more active again

[jinstronaut]

this is also why i stopped using my tracked tag for a while tbh

[sturniolothinkr]

sleepy ⋆ matt sturniolo

summary: you’re drained after work, seeking to cuddle matt. instead, you mistake chris for him.

contains: fluff, a bit of jealous!matt, best friend!chris, light cursing, use of y/n.

word count: 968

a/n: based off the ask i sent to @dazednmatthews a while ago :) im sorry if its not good, im still nervous about writing on here 😭

the day felt never ending. you were on your feet the entire day, having to do more than usual at work due to the amount of call outs that happened.

you were exhausted, and feeling very drained overall. you promised matt you would go over there to hang out when you were off, and all you wanted to do was take a hot shower then take a nap with him.

as soon as you made it to your boyfriend’s house after work, you let yourself in and headed straight for his shower before anything else.

the hot water felt soothing against your sore muscles, your eyes shutting as you grew more and more tired. you did your best to hurry up with your shower, washing your hair and body quickly and rinsing yourself off. the sooner you got out, the sooner you could sleep.

once you were done, you shut off the shower and stepped out. you dried yourself off, before hurrying into matt’s room with the towel wrapped around you.

a frown made its way onto your face when you took notice that matt wasn’t in his room like you thought he would be. you figured he was in the living room, so you shrugged it off as you dressed yourself in a pair of shorts and one of his shirts.

as soon as you were done, you tossed the used towel into his laundry basket before you left his room. you rubbed your eyes tiredly as you walked to the living room, hearing the tv playing an episode of spongebob.

there was a sleepy smile on your face as you spotted who you thought was your boyfriend sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. you plopped down next to him, immediately curling up beside him and resting your head on his shoulder as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

“uh..” chris began, looking away from his phone to look at you then around the room in confusion. “y/n? what are you doing?” he added, his eyebrows furrowing as he was processing what was going on.

you reached a hand up and put your finger to his lips, “sh. tired.” you mumbled, dropping your hand as you let your eyes finally fall shut.

chris let out a quiet laugh, wondering if you knew it was him and didn’t care or if you were just so tired that you thought he was matt. either way, he found it funny and he felt too bad to reject your sleepy state.

he could tell you were very clearly exhausted and must’ve had a long day, so he was letting it slide.

“love you, matt.” you mumbled, your hand holding his arm now.

chris held back the loud laugh that threatened to escape, pressing his lips together as he used his free hand to pat your head. “yup. love you too, y/n.” he replied, knowing matt was going to be so confused when he came back from the store.

it didn’t take long for you to completely fall asleep, your weight leaning into chris as he returned to his scrolling on his phone. he lowered the volume on both the tv and his phone, as a way to not disturb you, remaining unmoving so you could continue to rest peacefully.

about twenty minutes went by, when he heard the garage door opening and the sound of matt’s car pulling in. chris held back his laugh as he imagined the look on his brother’s face, seeing his girlfriend cuddling him instead as she slept soundly.

the sound of matt and nick bickering was heard once they entered the house, footsteps making their way up the stairs.

“no, i’m just saying that-“ matt cut himself off when he rounded the corner and caught view of you and chris together on the couch.

matt stopped in his steps, taking in the sight with an eyebrow raised and the grocery bags hanging from his hands.

“alright, so i must be seeing things cause what the fuck?” he finally spoke up, as chris began to laugh.

your boyfriend set down the groceries as he made his way toward the couch, taking in the view of you cuddling up to his brother with his arm locked in your grip and your head resting on his shoulder. your lips were slightly parted, and it was obvious you were deep in sleep.

“listen, okay, she’s so tired that she thought i was you. i didn’t want to move her or some shit! look at her, she’s so peaceful.” chris began to defend himself, trying to keep his voice a bit quiet.

matt shook his head, while nick laughed from behind him.

“oh, this is so good.” nick said, giggling as he pulled his phone from his pocket and snapped a few pictures.

matt huffed and made his way around the couch to sit down on the other side of you. his hands were on you in seconds, protectively pulling you into his side instead.

a noise of complaint left your lips, a sleepy mumble of “fuck off” coming from you as your comfortable position was being moved by your boyfriend.

that only made chris laugh harder, as he threw his head back against the couch cushion and clapped his hands together.

your boyfriend hushed you, wrapping his arm comfortably around you. “sorry, baby. i’m here.” he whispered, feeling your body relax as you heard his voice in your half asleep state.

you mumbled something he couldn’t pick up, easily falling back asleep as matt glared at chris who kept bragging about you cuddling him.

“yeah, yeah. enjoy it while you had it. that was the first and final time.” matt stated, his hand gently playing with your hair while a scowl was on his face.

[artisiumstudios]

Stanley goes through extreme head trauma that causes him to either suffer extreme mental trauma and/or even cause him physical trauma. For example age regression or now being unable to speak properly (maybe unable to read) has to relearn how to do that, basically he has brain damage. Now this could go both ways.

(also TW for suicidal thoughts)

Either ford is called in and is told that his brother has been in an accident and when he gets there to the hospital he is told that Stan now requires full time supervision and needs to relearn how to talk, walk, basically everything, ford still wants to hold onto the grudges and be mad for the past. He tries to reinforce this by thinking "oh yeah of course now that im getting settled in now of all times he decides to be hurt. Now that im finally succeeding he has to barge into my life and make ME have to deal with the consequences of his actions." (he thinks while anxiety bubbles up in the pit of his stomach a voice in the back of his head praying that his brother is okay."

But the moment he sees Stan bandaged up, with tubes and wires wrapping around and inside him, keeping alive, all he feels is guilt, he’s scared. Stanley once so strong and lively now silently laying on a cold hard hospital as machines keep his body alive. Its a slow grueling process, first off having to relocate Stanley to Gravity Falls and then having to reteach him how to speak, motor skills, how to read, how to walk, how to live. Not to mention the mental trauma. The exhaustion for both twins, ford having to make time to go with stan to his physical and mental therapy appointments, and Stan having to actually go through with both of those. It only gets worse as Stan regains some of his memories both from his time from the street and the the worse one, the night at the gym leading to him getting kicked out.

he already felt like dead weight for having to rely on Ford all the time, but now with those memories his self hatred and guilt comes back to him full force and all he wishes is that he would've died upon impact. Maybe that way he'd finally stop being a burden.

Alternatively, ford doesn’t find out and Stan is left to relearn everything on his own (when his memory gets better he has some “sense” to ditch the hospital since he won’t be able to pay.) Unfortunately that means he now walks funny and is practically unable to run, his eyes become far too sensitive to light, he’s can't properly talk (he decides to just not say anything at all, after all what’s talking ever done to him but get him in more trouble) and mentally speaking he’s just worse off then before (mood swings, extreme anxiety, and paranoia).

When Ford calls for him it takes a bit longer for him to get there, and when he finally arrives, Ford is worse than in canon, much more irritable, tired, swaying on his feet. Not to mention he has foggy brain which makes it harder to pay attention to anything, to his brother.

Ford gets pissed thinking Stanley is drunk or high, the few words he has spoken are slurred, he’s wearing sunglasses inside the house for Moses sake! Not to mention that he’s literally tripping over himself and that he went from crying because of the crossbow (although Ford is a bit more sympathetic on that one, it would be weird not to panic at a weapon being pointed at you. But even then, t's odd his brother is crying-) to huffing and puffing like a child, to looking extremely fidgety and anxious in the last 40 minutes. Ford gets even more pissed when he tries to tell him about the portal only to find Stanley messing with something else.

He yells at him that he’s irresponsible to show up drunk and continue wasting his time, that he has shown to be untrustworthy once again. Stanley stays silent and unfortunately Ford can’t see the way tears swell in Stan’s eyes once more, he can’t say the way the glaze over as Stanley begins to dissociate. Ford lets Stanley stay the night, saying tomorrow he must leave. In the morning Ford finds Stanley whimpering in pain, his sunglasses are thrown across the room as his brother hit his palms over his head over and over again. Ford panics trying to understand what’s going on, he tries to pry Stan’s hands but he can’t seem to, his eyes are squeezed shut tears flowing down his cheeks.

Before he knows it Stan is dry heaving, Ford quickly finds a bucket and hands it over. When he asks Stan if he’s hungover Stan just stares at him weakly, his speech slurred he mutters the words bright and hurts. Ford catches on bring Stan’s sunglasses over. It takes moment, Stanley's shaky uncoordinated hands place the glasses over his eyes. He finally sighing in relief, his breathing more calm. Ford looks around the room spotting where sunlight creeps through the wood he hand hung earlier that week, the sun shines bright, the snow probably not helping. Ford looks at Stanley close noticing a jagged line that reaches from the bottom of his neck up to the back of his head, guilt creeps into his bones.

Without thinking he reaches out, brushing his hair tracing the line up til he reaches the lower part of his partial bone. Looking at Stanley once more, he notes the small scars that litter his face and hands, the way he seems uncoordinated, confused, unable to speak. Like he's-

Oh no.

[blackenedsnow]

hello, i..well if its alright i have a request for our edgy boy shadow..and im sorry if its stupidly specfic...can we have shadow with a s/o who has come down with the whooping cough?...and is crying and upset because of how long the sickness lasts and just how bad they feel...from not.being able to breath etc...again im sorry of this is oldly specfic i just came down with this myself and im just overall feeling misrable and shadows always been my comfort character...of your willing to wirte this thank you so much in advance..your writing is amazing..and i hope your having a good day and or night..

breathe easy

WARNING: Illness, emotional distress.

PAIRING: Shadow the Hedgehog x Sick! Reader

NOTE: Hope this brings some comfort while you’re feeling under the weather. You’re not alone, and I hope you feel better soon!

SUMMARY: Shadow comforts you as you struggle with the pain and frustration of whooping cough.

Shadow wasn’t the sort to linger in hallways, but tonight, he paused outside the bedroom door. The sound of your coughs, dry and relentless, hit him hard—not because he was unaccustomed to hardship, but because he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

You were curled in on yourself when he finally stepped inside, the blanket pooled around your shaking shoulders. Your face was streaked with tears, a raw redness tracing your nose and cheeks. You didn’t seem to hear him at first.

He didn’t speak. Instead, Shadow crossed the room, the quiet scrape of his shoes announcing his approach, and settled in the chair by your bed. His movements were deliberate and soft, as if acknowledging the fragility of the moment. “You’re crying again,” he observed, his voice low, neutral but not unkind.

You nodded miserably, trying to clear your throat, though the effort left you wincing. “I feel awful,” you rasped. “It won’t stop—it just won’t stop. I hate this.”

He stayed still, gaze steady on you, and leaned forward slightly. “It’s going to stop,” he said firmly. “Not now, but it will. I’m here until it does.”

You broke into a fresh wave of tears, clutching at your blanket, frustration spilling out in heaving sobs that stung your already inflamed throat. Every intake of breath felt labored, each cough tearing at you. Shadow reached out then, his gloved hand brushing against your shoulder—not too firm, but enough to ground you. “Easy,” he murmured. “Slow breaths. Don’t force it.”

“I can’t,” you gasped, shaking your head, though you leaned into his touch instinctively. “It’s—it’s too much.”

“You can,” he countered, voice edged with quiet certainty. “Look at me.” His crimson eyes locked with yours, calm and resolute. “One breath at a time. In. Out. It doesn’t matter how long it takes—just keep trying.”

You tried to match his cadence as he demonstrated, drawing in exaggerated breaths and releasing them. It wasn’t perfect, but the rhythmic focus helped your panic wane, leaving only exhaustion behind.

Satisfied, Shadow stood briefly and returned with a glass of warm water he’d left on the nightstand earlier. “Drink,” he said, pressing it gently into your hands.

Your hands trembled as you took the glass. He stayed close, steadying it as you sipped. The cool water stung, but it soothed some of the burning in your throat.

He set the glass down once you were done, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders without a word. His movements were careful, his expression unreadable but distinctly present.

“Do you want anything else?” he asked after a pause.

You shook your head weakly. “Just… stay?”

His lips tugged into the faintest approximation of a smile—barely there, but it softened his sharp demeanor. “I wasn’t planning to leave.”

The hours passed in relative quiet, your coughs gradually less frequent, though the misery lingered. Shadow stayed close the entire time, his presence an anchor against the storm of your discomfort.

“Try to sleep,” he urged eventually, voice low but insistent. “Your body needs it to heal.”

You nodded, eyelids heavy as you sank deeper into the pillows. Just before sleep claimed you, his voice cut through the haze, calm and steady. “I’ll be here when you wake up. No matter how long it takes.”

For the first time that day, the promise didn’t feel hollow.

[raayne]

Wills Plague powers

In the The Sun and the Star it was shown that Will did have plague powers. He used it against Nyx. Then it was never mentioned again, i mean yeah its just hay fever not that big of a deal.

WRONG

Nyx is a Primordial goddess of night she shouldnt even as so FEEL plagues, and sicknesses but Will gave her Hay fever with a shout, a shout? not ONE physical interaction, he was a bit far from her, screamed/shouted and she got hay fever.

Do you know, How strong and powerful he had to be to do that? and it was mentioned he never even tried it. not once. are you kidding me? I dont think Mark or Rick ever considered how big this actually is. Nyx was distraught, she never gotten sick and this Apollo Kid just gave her Hey Fever? thats some next level sh*t guys.

and no one else got it! it was just nyx! he shouted Nyx got hay fever, no one else did. Nico didnt register it. BUT BUT BUT when apollo gave that statue hay fever EVERYONE GOT IT!!! Will JUST gave it to Nyx IT DIDNT SPREAD! And when Apollo accidentally give the entire camp hay fever Will never got infected, nor did Nico. Nico was explainable. But I think that was foreshadowing in a way, whether Rick intended to give Will plague powers or not, i dont know

So in honor of Plague!Will I will make headcanons

After he came back to CHB he would probably be too exhausted mentally, emotionally and physically to recall things that happened during Tartarus, not like he would want to anyways. But during dreams i feel as if Nyx would haunt him of what he done.

No one gives a primordial goddess hay fever and gets away with it. Eventually after Will told Nico about the nightmares, Nico would be taken aback as in TSATS he never made comments of Will hay fever-ing Nyx. Then Nico would suggest to embrace the plague, learn to use it. Will would probably deny it at first, or say he wanted to think about it.

But thinking over it, This could be useful. Thinking back to Persephone and her saying he had darkness in him, which led to him giving Nyx hay fever. And Will could defend for himself if he learnt to somehow harness the plague. but the plaguing (haha get it) nightmares kept him from actually doing anything about it. He was scared, he didnt want to mess up and kill people in the process.

And this is where his "im just a healer" comes in. And because he only saw himself as a healer before, he couldn't defend or use a bow and arrow. he said so himself. He probably would be really hesitant. Yes, he is trying to change, to accustom and welcome the darkness. But it takes time for people to change. It cannot happen overnight, thats just impossible.

Then again, for that change to develop further he had to do this. Welcome the darkness, "show him your darkness" Persephone said to him. Yes the underworld still unnerves him, Yes he is still trying to grow onto the fact he has darkness in him. But like i mentioned, hes learning, hes trying. And thats what makes it worth it. He wants to understand Nico, as much as Nico wants to understand him

they're trying. and thats what matters.

After a while. maybe a few weeks, Will wondered off into the woods. He brought a bow and arrow with him, though its kind of useless considering he is not good with a bow and arrow. (i like to believe, with him being friends with Clarisse she taught him how to use a spear.) And then he tried to summon the plague. didnt work. He recalled on how he felt when he first used it, the anger and rage inside him that blew. (AND YES. THIS SHOWS HE DID SNAP DURING TSATS OTHERWISE NYX HAVING HAY FEVER WOULD NOT EXIST. TAKE THAT NON-BELIEVERS!) So he tried to take on the anger again, didnt work.

Eventually he got fed up and went to the infirmary.

then a monster showed up.

But wait! monsters cannot come inside the borders inside CHB!!

yes, you're right dear reader, but some monsters can access through the forest.

He heard the noise. and ran towards it. and there he was. Nico was clutching a bloody arm. The monster must've gotten him by surprise. After all he and Nico went through Will was not going to be useless and let Nico handle it on his own, though Nico could probably very much handle it on his own. In the back of Wills mind he remembered the Plague.

Will noticed a spear lying on the ground, (this is why i mentioned him and clarisse ((why was there a spear on the ground? maybe the fight happened in the battle arena))) he grabbed it, remembered something Clarisse told him about using spears. this is a great time to mention Wills strength he is strong. Nico mentioned in BoO (Blood of Olympus) that he would've pulled away from Will if it wasnt his strength. And DO NOT TELL ME HE DOES NOT HAVE TO CARRY PEOPLE TWICE THE SIZE OF HIM AROUND CAMP BECAUSE HE DEFINITELY DOES. Now, i dont know how to use a spear but im guessing strength is involved. SO, Wil picked up the spear tried to summon the plague and threw it at the monster. Not precise, it barely scraped his shoulder. But it drew the attention to him anyways. Nico staring with wide-eyes, and the monster ready to lunge at him.

Then thats when it happened.

The monster stopped mid-lunge, fell to the ground, and he was coughing, coughing blood (coughing blood is bad very bad. dont listen to the fanfics and animes who make it seem not that important.) The monster began to realise he couldn't breathe but his body was forcing the blood out of him. With the Monster was distracted Nico came up behind him and finished him off.

After that Will learnt how to use it more and more. Though the Nightmares would make him hesitate some times. But with Nico's and Mr D's help he managed.

So i may have went a bit off road half way but heres my idea of Plague!Will. I do wish we get more off will using his plague powers. but yeah, enjoy my wack analysis that derailed into a fanfic half way through!

[willsimpforanyone]

HIHIHI!!! I'M SOSO HAPPY YOURE BACK :3 May I request a Leo x reader smut where he gets home from work frustrated n eats the reader out 'til they're overstimulated? THIS IS SO WEIRD IM SORRY 😣ANYWAY I LOVE YOU, ITS OKAY IF YOU DONT DO THIS ASK, M JUST REALLY HAPPY YOU'RE BACK !!!!! (can I be 💀anon, if that's open? :3)

of course you can be skull anon (i'm on my laptop so i can't use emojis lol) also sweetheart this is definitely not weird this is an excellent request lmao lets gooooo

minors dni, includes leo being a little mean and eating the reader out until they cry, one singular spank, reader has a pussy but everything else is gender neutral and of course, all characters are over 18

If I think back, really I could have predicted this from the moment I woke up.

Leo was gone by the time I opened my eyes, a note on the bedside table alongside a flower folded from a paperclip. The note was a mess of errors, his dyslexia playing up is always a sign of stress.

The second sign would be the wildly out-of-character short text responses I recieved, queries about his day being met with monosyllabic answers. There was nothing I could do, so I'd sat down at my laptop to work from home for the day, a little worried about him but figuring he was a big boy, he'd survive a hard day.

The third and most obvious sign that today did not go well was the jangling of the keys in the lock, followed by rapid-fire Spanish swearing. I'd laughed, saving my work and abandoning my laptop on my desk to go save Leo from the door or vice versa, whatever the case may have been.

Bright smile on my face, I'd opened the door and hardly gotten the first syllable of 'what did the door do to you?' out my mouth before I was promptly cut off by his lips on mine. Nothing gentle, nothing patient, just frustration and irritation and a need for something, anything, to go right.

Which led to my current position. My thighs shake around his head as I hold myself over his face, his fingers digging in firmly to my flesh as he pulls me back down. "One more."

A pathetic, almost-sob lurches from my throat as his tongue laps harshly at my pussy. My fingers clench at the headboard, holding on for dear life as Leo sucks and licks and tongue-fucks me into nearing my third orgasm of the evening.

"I c-can't," I wail, gasping and moaning as he laughs darkly against my pussy. He lets go of my thigh only briefly to land a firm smack on my ass.

"You can, and you will," he growls, voice low and leaving no room for questioning his command. His lips close around my clit and suck, looking up at me through half-lidded, dark, fierce eyes as I choke on a scream. Giving up on the headboard, I fist my hands in Leo's curly hair, whole body trembling as I come against his mouth for the third time. He laps it up greedily, burying his tongue as deep as he can to coax every drop of my release from me.

My body almost gives up on me, tipping to the side as my jelly legs fail to continue to hold me up. Still riding high and almost drunk on pleasure, I hardly notice when Leo catches me smoothly, flipping us around so he's above me. His lower face shines, swollen, slick lips parted as he pants with a filthy grin.

"You think you've got another one in you?"

He doesn't give me a chance to respond, promptly wriggling down the bed to stuff his face back between my legs, moaning against my oversensitive pussy as he gets another taste. My limp, exhausted body responds to his encouragement, every nerve on fire as he swirls his tongue around my folds.

"T-Too much," I whimper, useless hands half-heartedly fisting the sheets at my sides. "Can't- Leo, fuck, please, gonna fuckin' break me-"

"One more," he whispers against me, looking up from between my thighs and reaching his hands to lace his fingers with mine. "Give me one more, babe, then we're done, I promise."

I whine in protest on behalf of my tired body, but I nod. Leo grins and dives back down, nose nudging my swollen clit as he presses softer, languid open-mouthed kisses against my cunt. It's so much, pleasure feeling like a wrecking ball as my heart pounds against my ribs, and tears spring hot to my eyes.

It takes barely a few minutes for Leo to draw one last orgasm from me, my whole being exhausted and milked dry as I grind shakily against his tongue. His fingers squeeze mine tightly, grounding and reassuring as he drinks down my release, sighing happily as he makes me come for the fourth time.

With one final kiss, soft and sweet, between my legs, Leo crawls up the bed to press his lips to my forehead. "Thank you, oh, you did so good for me, I'm so proud of you, honey..."

I cling to him weakly, sniffling slightly as my body quivers underneath him, but a small smile tugs at my lips as he litters kisses all over my face. His praise is constant, his earlier frustration vanished as he wraps me up in his arms and gently wipes the tears from my cheeks.

"Shh, I know, it was a lot, huh?" he coos, nuzzling his nose into my cheek. "Thank you so much, I needed that, needed to feel my baby falling apart for me... let's get you cleaned up, hm?"

In a little bit, I'll get him to talk; ask him how his day was, why he was so upset earlier. For now, I'm dazed and exhausted but happy, more than content to stay cuddled up in Leo's arms, whispered promises of a homecooked meal settling warm in my chest.

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a bit of a shorter one but i very much hope you enjoyed!

[i23kazu]

JUST GO TO SLEEP ALREADY!

characters. neuvillette & wriothesley x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. preparing for my new school term............ thoughts n prayers peace n love | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

neuvillette, who watches you almost work yourself to the brink of tears because of your exams...

he doesn't... exactly know how to react. should he leave you alone? should he ask you to go to bed? was this even normal, in the first place?

after watching the circles under your eyes get more and more defined, he makes up his mind.

"my dear, please, for your own health's sake... go to sleep. i promise that things will be better for you when you wake up refreshed."

but this won't do! your paper needs to be turned in tomorrow night, and you've barely written the first 1000 words. it's not alright.

you want to cry.

neuvillette notices it, though. he sits down next to you, not saying a word.

"i'm stressed, neuvillette." you mumble, looking down at your laptop.

"i know that. but i can assure you that you're not going to get anything done when you're in such a state. i hate to see your sunshine get dulled, my dove – i promise, that when we wake up, i'll work with you." he smiles so sweetly, you want to burst into tears right then and there.

okay, maybe you did burst into tears right then and there.

he gathers you in his arms, wiping your tears away with his thumb. his voice is sweet and compassionate, his words contrasting his being – "i don't know what to say." turns into something that was exactly what you needed.

for a person who doesn't understand the complexity of human emotions and how they work ... neuvillette cares for you in a way that's wonderful.

"alright, alright, i'll go to bed. you promise you'll work with me tomorrow?" you sleepily whine, rubbing the remnants of your tears away from your eyes and closing your laptop.

"i promise, my dear."

wriothesley, who stares at you staring at your laptop. he's convinced that you haven't moved from that position in... maybe an hour?

were you even alive at this point?

no

"can you please just stop working and get to bed already?" wriothesley sighs.

"but i can't! it's due tomorrow. and i'm literally, like, about halfway through." you rub your eyes.

wriothesley wants to roll his eyes goodnaturedly at you. but he doesn't. he loves you too much for that, especially when you're too exhausted to comprehend anything else.

"alright, fine. but i'll stay here with you. would you like tea?" he runs his fingers through his hair, getting up from his position.

wriothesley doesn't wait for you to say anything – he knows what you want. he breaks out the selection of teas he kept in his office, going through each one to see which had caffeine and which doesn't.

he eventually returns to your working area, a pot of tea in one hand and two cups precariously stacked on top of one another. it's steaming hot, and he sets it down gently.

it's quiet and peaceful. there's nothing but the low hum of wriothesley humming a calming tune, and the sound of you typing away.

the tea doesn't seem to be working, though? your eyes grow heavier and your head seems to find its place on his shoulder. you swear, there's a soft hint of a smile on wriothesley's face.

his smile seems almost like a smirk.

and then it clicks.

"you planned this all along." you pout, rubbing your eyes tiredly. the tea that was chosen wasn't caffeinated, and his sweet humming... it was the perfect mix to lull you to sleep.

"of course i did. go to sleep, (y/n)." he chuckles, saving your essay and closing your laptop for you.

okay, maybe sleep did sound good ... especially if he carried you back to bed later.

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[goat-fanatic]

hi guys so im back from dead and i have written a one shot/ chapter one???? for creature au. things to consider before you read. this is my first attempt at creative writing in like 6 years. also english is not my first language so forgive me

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It was a quiet night.

Not the comfortable kind of quiet. The kind of quiet one might be stuck in just before a hurricane strikes and destroys everything in its path. The kind of quiet you dread because it represents the lack of sound that should be in its place.

There should be faint, crackling sound made by a gaming consoles shitty speaker. There should be an almost unnoticable sizzle coming off of a smoked, cheap cigarette. A pointless argument about a B-list movie premiering at the local cinema. Soft snoring. Laughter. Anything.

But it was quiet. Save for the mocking taps of raindrops crashing against the window ofcourse, because the universe loves cliches.

"We should be doing something"

A voice broke the suffocating silence. It's owner, now sat upright on a rickety, beer stained couch. Hands raking almost obssesively through his unkempt hair. Franks haircut was often the topic of many jokes and jabs within the group. After all it was a bit outrageous to proudly stick to that uneven, choppy mess, especially for someone who's able to change their appearance with a blink of an eye.

"Do what?" An almost accusatory tone responded. Words tinted with annoyance and exhaustion. "We called everywhere. Checked everything. Every hospital, morgue and police station. Every one of his wierd hiding spots. What else is there to be done, man?" Rays curls covered his face as he slumped deeper into the recliner he was occupying. His hands rubbing at tired eyes, now adorned with heavy patches of a greyish purple. A physical manifestation of hours of missed sleep and desperation.

One person however stayed loyal to the crushing quietness of the room. Clanky, rectengular glasses long abandoned on a coffee table between a half empty can of a questionable energy drink and a crumpled newspaper. Knees drawn up, supporting a head heavy with all the most horrific 'what if's' one could possibly come up with in this situation. Mikey didn't say a word. Just stared blankly at a bootleg Metallica poster barely hanging on the wall infront of him. Logically he knew Ray was right. What else was there to be done? But logic flies out the window very quickly when your older brother goes missing.

"Mikey, you should really get some sleep. A heart attack from all the caffine is not gonna' bring him back, you know?" Spoke up Frank, almost like he was trying to diverge from the objective truth of Rays words.

"I'm fine and I don't need a second mother." The younger of the Way brothers barked back, eyes still on that damned poster. A gift from Gerard for his 17th birthday. God that felt like ages ago.

Before his mind could linger on the fond memories for too long, a few loud bangs resonated through the house like gunshots. All three boys jumped in their seats and, as if on cue, looked at the front door. Then a look between one another. Mikeys lanky frame shot up from the couch and in mere seconds he was at the door. One more look back at his friends, now sat straight and at full awerness.

Clamy hand reached for the door knob and time came to a screeching halt. The action of opening the door took millenia. An eternity has passed before he took in the image in front of him.

Rain still pounded aggresively against the mossy driveway, drowning out the buzz of electricity usually coming off the nearby street lights. Even in this enviorment Gerards frame remained soft and warm against the element. Even trembling, hunched over and wet to the bone, his presence brought the silent comfort and stability Mikey needed oh so desperately.

"Gee...?" He began, tounge heavy and uncooperating.

"Hey Mikes" The older Way made an attempt at a smile but what came out looked more like a painful grimace. "Mind if I- "

His question was cut short by a crushing hug knocking the breath out of his chest. He bit his tounge as to not whine in pain and akwardly rubbed the ratty material of the back of Mikeys t-shirt.

Then in seconds the warmth was gone and he was only met with glossy eyes and an expression that would put a kicked puppy to shame.

"Where the hell have you been!?" Mikey choked out between heavy breaths. "Do you have any fucking idea how worried we were?"

Thats when Gerard  noticed the two extra figures who seemingly materialized behind his brother. Right. Ray and Frank.

"Listen I can explain-" He started now fidgeting with his hands under the drilling stares of all three of them.

"No! You could've atleast left a stupid note! A phone call! You don't get to-" This time Mikeys rant was cut off by a hand on his shoulder and a less frantic voice.

"Okay let's calm down a bit." Rays voice left no room for argument. "Let's get inside before we all get sick and talk."

Mikeys breaths were still ragged, his expression still tight but he obliged. Gerard just pretty much stumbled into the house, almost tripping on the doormat in the process.

[captainuranium543]

Im actually dying rn (i have the common cold) so here's now i think team property damage would react to such ailments

Lucy

She gets dramatic. She is sick and she is dying. She is a beautiful flower wilting far too soon. She is sitting in her bed looking thoughtfully off into the fading evening sun and wondering if she might ever feel its warmth on her skin again. Occasionally, people come by and offer her tea and medicine, mere gestures she knows, it is far too late for her.

In all seriousness lucy takes pretty good care of herself and she will be fine in a couple of days, but during those couple of days she will spend her time alone writing and unironically make some of her best work. Something about being sick unlocks the inner Victorian in her. She is temporarily possessed by William Shakespeare as she feverishly writes the lines of her heart. Sometimes she lies about being sick just to get work done because it's the only time she can be left alone for more than a couple hours, not that it works really, because her team will SIT OUTSIDE HER DOOR and then occasionally knock and ask if she's feeling better yet (they do this at least once every hour without fail)

Gray

Gray also gets better in a couple days but inexplicably so because he does fuck all in terms of actually trying to get better. He refuses any and all medicine. All he does is lie in his house for hours in complete solitude (unfortunately for juvia). He doesnt even sleep he just fucking lies there. People will come by to check up on him, but he will always turn them away and insist he will be fine in 3 days. Nobody ever believes him, but somehow, he is spot on every single time and will show up back at the guild like nothing happened just as people are starting to qomder if hes dead. Nobody knows how or why he does this but hey man if it works it works.

Natsu

You might expect lucy to act like kind of a princess when she's sick given how she was raised but nah. Thats natsu. Natsu will go to the guild because he doesn't like being alone when he's sick and then immediately head for the medbay to make himself a pillow nest worthy of the dragon king. If anyone enters that room he will always make some kind of hyper specific request that needs to be fulfilled immediately or else he will explode. Some such requests include but are not limited to

- chicken soup at 94°C prepared by specifically lucy

- 18 entire rotissary chickens and one lime

- grays head on a silver platter (not delivered)

- for "everyone to shut the fuck up"

In all honesty, people go along with his demands because they know that his dragon sense make being sick and actual nightmare. He can't smell anything, which for him is a bit like going blind, and he's already so overwhelmed by all the things going on within his body that hearing everything within 100km radius starts to drive him a little insane. He needs to be in the guildhall because he wants to be close enough to sense everyone still, but he also cannot deal with the usual noise so he baracades himself in pillows and everyone tries really hard to be quiet for his sake. Luckily, natsu has a pretty killer immune system, so this doesn't happen often

Erza

I've already said this before but i have a hyper specific way I think she reacts. She starts off by ignoring it and going about her day, when it inevitably gets worse she will start treating it like shes fighting a war. She will go out of her way to take as many jobs as possible just to prove that she can, she will reject any and all help and it will take physically forcing it down her throat to make her take medicine. The only way she's resting is if she is tied to the bed. Her illness will go on the longest because she will work herself to exhaustion out of pure spite until she inevitably collapses and becomes weak enough that people can force her to rest. Once that happens, she will whine and moan and complain about it every step of the way because she is the worst. the only difference is now she's too tired to do anything about it.

Again, this is smth everyone only put up with because being sick is kind of awful for her. She doesn't like feeling weak. It triggers all of her worst trauma responses and everyone knows it. Luckily for the entire guild, she gets sick every couple of years so they only have to deal with that once in a blue moon.

Wendy

Wemdy also almsot never gets sick for obvious reasons, but every so often a particularly nasty cold will come along, and her healing will take a bit more time. Whenever this happens, she will go absolutely insane. She's not really used to being sick and that, plus her dragon slayer sense being fucked, will leave her convinced its her last few days on earth. She will go through the 5 stages of grief over the course of the next week until she eventually accepts her death and starts trying to find a way to say goodbye to everyone without bursting into tears. Like natsu she needs to be around people but she also needs absolute silence (even more then natsu does because where natsu has the best sense of smell of all the dragon slayers, she has the best hearing) and a constant slightly chilly air temperature or else she will actually lose it. They set her up a nest on the roof of the guildhall because the wind up there acts as natural white noise to drown out the people, and the altitude calms her down. She will only come down in the middle of the night to eat actual food. besides that, she survives off air for the foreseeable future. All things considered for a dragon slayer her demands are not that hard to meet, but even if they were the guild wouldent hesitate since shes always treating everyone else's injuries. Thank God shes not the one demanding grays head on a silver platter because then they might actually do it

[fairyhaos]

what "morally [x]" are seventeen?

notes: like morally ambiguous, morally grey, morally good, etc. this is quite possibly the weirdest brainrot ive had but this was soo fun to write :>

disclaimer: this is just for fun and im not trying to analyse their "real self". this is kinda ab their game personas yk !!

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seungcheol

morally flexible. for him it's less about following his morals and more about winning. morals are just human conceptions, and anyway, people can and do change their morals all the time!! but on the other hand, success and victory lasts forever

jeonghan

morally curious. he recognises what things are morally correct, understands why it's moral to do something, and then sits there for a moment and thinks about whether he wants to do that or if he wants to ignore morals completely. sometimes it's fun to do the wrong thing.

joshua

morally ambiguous. like a grey sky that looks like it'll rain any second, no one knows which way joshua will turn bc he's just so unpredictable. it's not even a matter of being bored. sometimes he does the wrong thing Just Because He Can

junhui

morally clairvoyant (maybe). no one quite understands why he's sticking so fiercely to this one principle, but as the game progresses, it soon becomes clear that it's actually the right thing to do. it's like he knew what to do all along. or he's just lucky.

hoshi

morally chaotic. he's like if morally grey was more colourful and more vivid. he's neither good, nor bad, nor that secret third thing—he's actually the fourth option. the one with flamingo feathers and sequins that hide a truly crazy mind with the most unhinged morals ever

wonwoo

morally neutral. he's just too tired for this, man. also it's funny to look at the side of the morally ambiguous people and watch the weird things they do, even if he doesn't want to be a part of it. he likes observing the side of the angels and the side of the devils.

woozi

morally grey. woozi is peak morally grey bc he does things which can be seen as good and he also does things which can be seen as immoral. but at the end of the day, he's neither truly good nor truly bad. he's just woozi.

minghao

morally secure. he knows what his morals are, and he sticks to them, no matter what. everyone else can do what they like, just so long as they don't try to make him do anything that goes against his own morals. literally the embodiment of "you can kill someone, it's okay, just don't tell me where you hid the body"

mingyu

morally targeted. it doesn't matter what his morals are bc they always end up getting questioned into oblivion bc his hyungs like (affectionately) bullying him like that. are his morals good? are they bad? it doesn't even matter. they're getting targeted no matter what

dokyeom

morally good. he could not be immoral if he tried. even if yoon jeonghan is turning the world on its head during a game of mafia, there's still a part of him that feels like something isn't quite right. his mind may not know what's happening but his heart is still on the side of the angels

seungkwan

morally vocal. veryy noisy when it comes to voicing his morals and his opinions on how things should be done. purely because he gets theeee most upset when jihan play tricks during games bc there!!!! are!!!! rules!!!!!!! and his hyungs aren't following them >:(((

vernon

morally rigid. vernon is just a Really Good Guy, and i feel like that's often overlooked bc his opinions r sometimes really really crazy. doesn't mean he isn't good, though, and he's sticking to what he believes in literally no matter what happens. the world could tell him he Has to do something else and my man will be like "thanks but no thanks ✌"

chan

morally exhausted. he doesn't know what the most moral thing is anymore and honestly he's too tired to figure out what it is. everything is too noisy and too confusing bc up is down and left is right and what good is now bad, and he's just looking forward to going home and leaving the chaos of his friends behind

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[abbotjack]

Im really enjoying 'this city doesn't forget' even if it is a little obscure, but one thing I'm a bit confused about is the ages of Jack and Reader she a first year resident so I assume she's about 26 27 but I thought Jack was like aste forties which would put him at late thirties the first time they have sex so I'm a little confused I NEED CLARIFICATION

anon, I love you for this question because you’re not just picking up on the tension—you’re tracking the architecture of this story. and you’re right: the age gap, the timeline, the way people react to Reader being back in Pittsburgh—it’s all intentional. so here’s the long answer. the honest one.

yes, Reader is a PGY-1 in the present timeline. but she’s not in her mid-20s like the rest of her intern class. she’s older—early 30s. and she feels that difference, deeply.

while her co-residents are joking about undergrad, bonding over USMLE trauma and bachelorette weekends, Reader is distant. not unfriendly. not above it. just… somewhere else. older in a way that has nothing to do with birthdays. she hasn’t clicked with them, not really. and she doesn’t try. because she knows she wasn’t built the same way.

why? because medicine wasn’t her first dream. it wasn’t even on her radar when she was 18. she didn’t grow up wanting to wear scrubs or “save lives.” she grew up with silence. grief. a family story that burned through its pages before she had a chance to rewrite it.

her parents aren’t in the picture. that part of her past is a scar the fic only touches gently—for now—but their absence is loud. and it shaped everything: the way she copes. the way she doesn’t ask for help. the way she disappears when she’s hurting. she packed up and left Pittsburgh like it was a crime scene. didn’t just cut ties—burned them. tried to build something else somewhere else. anything that wouldn’t echo with the sound of a door closing and the words “this can’t happen again” left behind.

Jack was her constant that summer. the only person who made her feel seen in a city that already felt like a mausoleum. but when he left—when he walked away from her and back into a second deployment—he took the last thread with him. and she unraveled.

so she ran. from the city. from what she’d done. from who she was becoming.

medicine came later. not out of ambition, but necessity. she clawed her way into it after years of trying not to feel anything. of working small jobs and drinking too much and trying to forget a version of herself that only existed on one porch in one city in one summer. becoming a doctor wasn’t about prestige. it was about regaining control in a life that had taken everything else.

so when Match Day came and the envelope said Allegheny General, it didn’t feel like fate. it felt like a challenge. like the universe looking her dead in the eyes and saying, go ahead. see if you can stand it.

and Jack? Jack didn’t know any of that.

“I told you I matched here,” you say. “At the wedding. And you still ran me like I was some clueless walk-in.” “You told me where you matched,” Jack replies. “You didn’t tell me who you are now.” That stops you. Briefly. “I’m a resident,” you say. Jack nods once. “Exactly.”

because the girl Jack remembers was a wildfire. young. chaotic. attached to the wrong people and full of sharp edges she didn’t know how to use yet. she wasn’t someone who wore a stethoscope. she was someone who used laughter like armor and rage like fuel.

and now she’s back. different. older. exhausted in a way that shows up in her bones, not her words.

and Jack can’t reconcile the girl from that summer with the woman standing across from him in trauma rounds.

but he’s not the only one confused.

After the patient is stabilized and you’re headed toward CT, Santos falls into step beside you, unwrapping a granola bar she has no intention of eating. “You sure you and Abbot never crossed paths before?” she asks, casual as anything, but her tone says bullshit. You glance at her. Offer a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “I’m sure,” you lie. She raises an eyebrow, but you keep walking. No follow-up. No clarification. Because the truth is messy—threaded through empty parking lots, old voicemail drafts, and all the nights you said too much without saying anything at all. It lives in the way he used to steady your wrist when you were younger and unraveling, when you hadn’t learned how to hide the panic behind your badge. In the way he doesn’t reach for you anymore. No one here knows the girl who met Jack before the scrubs. Before you learned how to keep your voice even and your hands clean. They don’t know the version of you that belonged to a different life. And if you can help it, they never will.

so to answer your question: yes, there’s an age gap. Jack is 49 in the present. He was about 30 that summer. Reader was 18, fresh out of high school. Dating his brother. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t appropriate. It wasn’t anything they could name. But it happened. And then he left.And she did, too.

but now?

now she’s back.

not for him.

not for closure.

not for some romantic reunion.

she came back because she survived everything else and medicine was what came next.

but Pittsburgh remembers.

Jack remembers.

and the city doesn’t forget.

🖤 thank you for reading. thank you for asking. scream in my inbox about it anytime.

[velvetvexations]

I’m. So baffled by that one dude saying that trans men being able to pretend to be women is a privilege, because in his tags he says that it’s a thing specific to transmascs. Does he mean pretending to be cis as a means of safety is a transmasc specific thing?? Because uh, I’m… pretty sure that’s something that can be done regardless of a trans person’s gender? There are transfems and nonbinary people who can also pretend to be cis [whatever their agab was], too?

Its also not a privilege. Having to hide what you are out of fear isn’t a fucking privilege lmao

strangely people understand that when it's about trans women

just saw a post on my dash saying "'infighting' is a dogwhistle which frames transfems as aggressors". i really hope the tide is turning like you said, bc this shit is getting exhausting and im still seeing it from random people i follow who otherwise gave no indication that they drank the koolaid.

they make me out to be the aggressor all the time!

Nazi imagery anon here

These are the pics I was referring to.

As you can see it’s posted on the verified border security account and you can see two different nazi symbols on him :(

yeah it looks like standards for what they allow soldiers to adorn themselves with are low and the person taking and posting the pics aren't paying good enough attention because that guy also straight up has a naked anime bitch on his knife sheath

as I said this is an individual thing and they need to start knocking their heads together like the Three Stooges and sending them into trenches first

You know who saying that th**fab is actually a storied term that trans fems have been using to identify transmisogonists is fucking insane like girl that's such obvious lie give us nothing

they aren't even trying

It’s crazy how almost every other day on this site I see a new post with like 50k notes talking about how absolutely NOBODY deserves to be harassed, sent death threats or be put on blast yet once again I’m seeing people trying to justify the harassment of another transmasc teenager. Honestly people should just start openly admitting Tumblr is becoming increasingly hostile towards trans masculine individuals, I don’t see clownery on this level on any other platform-

Tumblr...is really bad.

I think the reason why this whole headcanons discourse bothers me so much is that is really is just fuelled by petty spite. Like all these characters are cisgender in canon. We make headcanons because it’s FUN to expand on characters in ways that reflect our different life experiences in whatever form that may take. Intentionally going after transmascs, especially young transmascs, for doing this with characters like they like and accusing them of all these different things genuinely does just feel like bigotry. Who cares if a head canon may not make the most amount of sense? It’s a cisgender fictional character we’re playing around with! Why does it have to be some grand act of activism to say blorbo number 3 is transmasc? We have much bigger fish to fry here.

exactly it's such dedication to not letting anyone else have anything

So sick of people acting like trans men are the same as cis men under the patriarchy and moreso im really sick of the "you're privileged to not be surrounded by men". Like, for lack of better phrasing, saying that about a group of people that is generally perceived as "failure women" pre transition (and sometimes during and post) is a little tone deaf. All about acknowledging how women and people perceived as women are harmed by misogyny until the ones perceived are men. Gender essentialism is ugly and tasteless and nonsensical. Please feel free to delete this im just rambling without a point

rambling is okay anon <3

„wow ur so privileged to not fear men”

i fear the fucking everyone asshole, i just realized that isnt everyone elses fault so i should still treat them with respect !!!!!

that woman called me a "self-hating doll" and I hate the second part a lot more than the first

[the-s1lly-corner]

Waking them up w/ a morning kiss! (TADC edition)

slowly but surely i am approaching the end of my tycoon... and yet despite the exhaustion creeping and making a home in my bones, i do not feel the desire to go to bed. perhaps its self destruction or carelessness, i'll be damned that this is the most productive ive been writing wise in a hot minute anyways requests are open

CAINE:

well this is assuming he sleeps... which personally, while i think the others CAN sleep (although they dont need to), i dont think.. caine can.. i think when he falls asleep its akin to how computers to. but one little tap is enough to snap him right back... so you may get startled when he snaps his jaws open the second your lips make contact with his teeth... but dont be alarmed...! hes not upset.. actually i think if anything he might be a little shocked at the gesture... oh he should have done it to you, damn it! definitely going to try to one up you that day, no one gets the jump on # 1 reader simp, Caine!!! 8/10 hes still very giddy and happy about it and hes in a good mood for the entire day

POMNI:

i think she might be a little too groggy to realize youve kissed her, but will flutter her eyes open if you give her another kiss. gets really red in the face before pushing herself deeper under the covers... i think shes generally like that with random gestures of affection and love, so please dont take this as her not enjoying the act! i promise she does like it, its just between this being standard reaction for her and just waking up shes a little... more bashful than she normally would be.. i think she would try to do the same to you the following day.. or maybe do a surprise gesture for you in return to even out the score! 7/10 very cute

RAGATHA:

as time passes i find myself making ragatha more and more of a sap, and honestly i dont hate the direction im going in. i think if you woke her up with a kiss, she would be smiling throughout the day and like caine, be in a more upbeat mood! its such a small thing to wake up to, but it means the world to her, you know? know these are starting to sound samesy with the 'returning the favor' thing but i think ragatha would at least double what you did for her.. you better incorporate the morning kisses into your routine because small stuff like that goes a long way for ragatha! 8/10

JAX:

i think he might just look at you before flipping over to face the other way and try to go back to sleep. its not totally to be mean to you and him being 'eeeewww affection' but mostly because hes not really.... a morning person. he never will be. kiss him all you want, hes not going to wake up... if he doesnt turn over, hes probably going to tug you to his chest and hold you still. probably grumbles at you to stop because he wants to sleep in that morning... but hey, look at it this way, you got some cuddling now! so hey at least theres some side of trade 5/10

KINGER:

i think he might nuzzle into your cheek and try to give you a 'kiss' back when he realizes what youre doing. pulls you to his chest, but he has full intent (unlike jax who mostly just wanted to keep you put and to make you stop moving around)... he may not have arms, but hes going to try his damndest to use his hands to keep you close... tries to push off the beginning of the day for a while longer... despite kinger actually being a morning person. leads to the two of you having a mumbled conversation about your dreams... very nice very sweet 8/10

ZOOBLE:

oh zooble is very much NOT a morning person, but i dont think they would be as mean as jax... they might mumble and tell you to hold back, but once theyre fully awake theyre going to set down some boundaries and apologize if they had upset you. they just dont like being woken up, no matter how sweetly... unless theres an emergency, they dont want to be woken up... though even then they might still be a little irritated... i think in this case swapping out morning kisses for something else that works better for both of you is the best course of action here 6/10

GANGLE:

i think she would lean right into it... maybe she wraps herself around you, if she hadnt already done that in her sleep... her mask is a little cold, so it might shock you a little and wake you up a lot more than you were expecting... oh i think gangle would feel bad about that... she didnt mean to make you uncomfortable (even though ultimately, youre not)...i think throughout the day she might be more happy and bubbly, perhaps even putting herself out more than she normally would. definitely a confidence boost for her! she even doesnt seem as sad or upset when her comedy mask breaks... i mean shes still... upset.. but not as much as she normally would be 7/10 very cute

[cousin-quartz-of-house-paradox]

ohoho, tell me your opinions on one Irving Braxiatel. (everyone's varies, it's so fascinating.)

ohoho >:3 ohh i love him So Very Much...<3 (my second fave, btw. first being, ofc, iris.)

How I feel about this character:

UGH. i love him HOPELESSLY. i love the tragedy!!! the STORY the NARRATIVE is just so beautifully constructed it's unbelievable.... And They Became Monsters...</3 he just makes me really emotional bcs what if after losing your home and all your friends, you only had one (1) who remained who was also your best friend, and you became obsessed with controlling events and the universe so that nothing like that would ever happen again, what if you assigned yourself protector of Your People, what if you were so very desperate you made stupid mistakes and fucked up bad, what if you cared about your friends yet used them as pawns in your plan to acheive the happy ending, what if you viewed even your best friend your everything as a Possesion in order to protect her to protect them all better, what if you get her to play along with your plans subtly, though you know she hates being used, what if you get her to shoot you to draw out your watcher, what if in order to acheive your goal against the destructive forces of the ineviatble war in the universe you make a deal with your own personal devil, what if you're not living in the good universe anymore and it tears you apart, what if you decide to sacrifice one of your own for your plan though it will hurt whatever humanity you have left (which you've buried violently), what if your ghost came back desperate to apologise to the man you hurt the most, what if you were dead-set on your goal and saw Nothing Else, what if you sacrified your own daughter to get your best friend to See through hurting her, though it hurt you too you would never Say It, you would never Say ANYTHING, you fuck, what if you perpetuated the cycle of abuse one of your former-friends now-pawn (who offered you help and to get out which you refused) was in and manipulated it and it led to his end, what if you truly went off the deep end due to all the self-created pressure to right the universe and give your best friend the happy ending she deserves at the cost of anything, what if you hurt her horribly for your end goal, what if you hurt everyone around you yet you yourself are in the most pain suffering invisibly since back when they were naievely enjoying themselves, what if you became a horrifying figure of tyrrany to the ones you aim to protect, what if you view yourself similarly to how you view your pawns, what if you try to sacrifice her son to avoid her own sacrifice, what if you saw your tragedy out to its end and died...

just. yeah. im exhausted and missed stuff but yeah.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

...im aro. brax comes off pretty aro as well. not really anyone i guess? i like Weird Things but not strictly romance for him?

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

BENNYBRAX BENNYBRAX BENNYBRAX !!!

My unpopular opinion about this character:

hm. non-romantic bennybrax? refusal of non-nuanced view of him and acknowledging his deeply complicated and tragic nature? He Actually Cares For the benny cast and not just benny, he just doesn't show it and uses them for his plans anyway as he believes that's how he can keep them safe. self-made villain brax. deeply traumatized and exhibiting understandable and concerning reactions to it... just. lots of things. oughh.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

hm. for just One Thing, i really wish simon guerrier'd had a good grip on his character while writing the wake. i really like lots of the concept and bits but due to no undertsanding of brax it's just? weird? like Why Would He Do That. (v. dedicated benny analysts have analysed, and i agree w them... brax Could Have done those things for complex reasons but i would have really liked it being shown in the episode itself. love you benny analysists<3)

[sirpseudonymphoapish]

Solar Opposites oneshot😧😧😧😲😲😯😯😲😮😲☹️😲😧😲😲

I STAYED UP RLLY LATE WRITIN DIZ i write everything off the top of my head as im writing so idk how good it is but HEREZ HOPING!!

Its tervo durin their normal era at work (boo) some sort of hurt comfort thing

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Every click of every letter on the stupid plastic keyboard delivered to the piles and piles of digital documents on the screen in front of him felt like one of his blood vessels popping. The screen was so bright, the office lights were so bright, and his eyes were so fucking tired. When are they going to create coffee powered eye drops already? He would've done it himself if they hadn't sworn to cut off all sci-fi for the sake of The Pupa.

He prayed and prayed to his abandoned Shlorpian gods that nobody fucking bothered him right now or else he'd probably murder them on the spot. Or at least make a bloody mess trying.

Shoulders tensed up, viens more clearly outlined on his hands with those aggressive dancing fingers, teeth grinding almost audible now. He was going to BURST any second now.

Any.

Second.

"Breathing check, Korv," said perhaps the only non-agitating sound that's penetrated his ears all day. Paying attention to his words, Korvo realized he infact, was forgetting to breathe again. He had a bad habit of doing that when focusing too hard. Especially when stressed,,,,

A dramatic sigh escaped him, more of a gasp really, as his breath went heavy to catch up on the oxygen he was missing. He clutched his chest where his main heart was. It was pumping fast. He sighed again, softer now.

"There you go," said Terry. He smiled and continued back to his work, click-clacking away. Korvo was so thankful that not only they had landed the same job together, but in the same area too. If Terry hadn't been sitting by him in this cubicle every day, he'd probably be hospitalized long ago. For as much as that green fuck could not pay attention, he sure did know how to pay attention to his loving husband and his health. Something as simple as noticing that he wasn't breathing, Terry always caught on and made sure to remind him. It was comforting, if only a little.

Korvo slouched, releasing the tension in his back from being so rigid for so long, and then straightened again, resuming his boring task on the computer. He typed away, quickly returning to the frusterating and depressing exhaustion of freedomless low-wage work. After a minute or so, his mind wandered off again to Terry. He was so greatful for Terry. Truly, he was. Sometimes it may not seem like it, but he couldn't thank him enough. He kept him going through all these rough times. For annoying as he is,,, he surely is such a loving, caring sweetheart.

"Thank you, Terry," Korvo spoke quietly.

"Anything, babe," was replied, followed by a quick smooching sound. Korvo chuckled to himself. "I packed that leftover salmon you made for our lunch. And some Caprisuns for a little boost."

"Terry, you know microwaving seafood makes the office stink, and then Susie will bitch and complain about it again."

"Yeah yeah she bitches and complains about everything. Better that you eat."

Korvo sighed for god knows how many times today. He guessed Terry was right. That salmon WAS pretty fucking good, though.

"Babe, what time is it?"

"You have a clock on your computer, Terry."

"Yeah I know. I just wanted to hear your voice."

That stupid cheesy idiot. God. He wished he'd stop being so stupid and corny and just come over here and kiss him already. But they would get scolded for that. "10:53. Almost time for lunch. Almost."

"Yessssssss."

After about another twenty seconds or so, Korvo had noticed through the sound of his own typing that Terry had not been typing at all. Or shuffling papers, or re-arranging things in his desk, or anything. No sound at all. Korvo turned and peered over his shoulder at Terry's desk, pausing his work, to observe why. His husband was leaning back in his wheeled office chair, one leg crossed over the other, arms comfortably relaxing behind his head, rocking back and fourth oh so gently.

"Why aren't you working?"

"Its almost time for lunch, man. No point. Besides, I read this article about strategies for working with ADHD, and it said to give yourself timed breaks."

"You give yourself enough of those already, but okay."

As if on cue, the office bell rang, and one by one people slowly stood up from their cubicles and left to start their lunch hour, stretching and groaning their way out of their previous uncomfortable positions. Korvo turned back to his desktop and continued working. Terry spun his chair around and waited for him, confused when he realized he wasn't getting up.

"Why are you working still?" He asked, louder now that there was no need to be hushed.

"I just need to get this typed up. I'm almost done. Don't wait for me."

Terry sighed, "Okay," and got up and left the cubicle. Korvo echoed yet another sad breath, sadder this time now that he was alone. He missed Terry already. He just wanted to lay in his arms forever and never work again.

What felt like both an hour and two minutes simultaneously went by, not being either of those and being a mere eight to ten or so, and Terry was back, with two plastic containers filled with food and plastic forks jammed ready to be used into them. Korvo didn't notice this, however, until the smell of the "freshly" microwaved salmon wafted towards his area, and his head perked up in the direction of it. A green hand gently placed the container of food down by Korvo's computer mouse, and when he looked up, to his delight, it was none other than Terry, who smiled down at him. "I wasn't ganna leave you for long."

Korvo smiled back warmly. Oh again how greatful he was for his dear husband. "Thank you, Terry. I love you."

"Love you too, honey boo!" Terry sang as he went to sit back down at his desk and eat his not-as-delicious-anymore-but-still-pretty-fucking-good leftovers.

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He didn't realize just how hungry he was until the uncomfortable stretching of his full stomach pained him. That salmon didn't last very long, that's for damn sure. He tossed the plastic container in the trash can under his desk and rested his hands on his belly, leaning back into his chair and closing his eyes. He trusted Terry would wake him if he fell asleep. He fidgeted only slightly, fingering at a button on his shirt, and enjoyed the quiet.

"So, Korv," his momentary silence indeed was only momentarily, "I was thinkin we could just order, like, some KFC or something tonight. I can head to the grocery store tomorrow with The Pupa and pick up some more of that good salmon."

"Sounds good." His voice was mumbly and he wasn't entirely listening to what Terry was saying.

Another moment of silence. Soothing for Korvo. ,,,,Not so much for Terry.

"Sooooooooo,,,,,," Terry hesitated, wanting this conversation to be worthwhile in any way at all.

"Wanna binge some of The Rookie tonight on Hulu? I know you've been getting hooked on those cop shows."

"Maybe. I don't want to stay up too late."

"Trueeeeee." Terry elongated that word with a disappointed tone.

Another moment of silence. Terry frowned. God, when would it end? He cleared his throat awkwardly. "What about,,, the weekend?"

"What about the weekend?" Korvo lazily turned his chair to face Terry.

"Anything you wanna do?"

Korvo furrowed his brows in thought. He wanted to give a genuine answer, but as soon as he opened his mouth, all that came out was a stutter. He gave up instantly and turned back towards his computer screen. "I don't know, Terry. Nothing we have the time to do."

"But-" Terry tried, but ultimately was left with the same fate of just a stutter. Slouching, he stared down at his shoes and lightly gripped the hem of his pants. Korvo's typing continued in the background. It frusterated him but, it was oddly comforting. I guess because it was a sign Korvo hadn't dropped dead already and was showing some sign of life. He groaned sadly and turned towards his own computer, readying himself for more tedious work. "I miss you."

Upon saying that he slowly noticed the clicking ambience come to a hault. He waited momentarily for it to continue and,,, it did not. Swiveling in his chair again he turned to face the absence. Korvo was clenching his fists and staring down at no real object of focus. A funny little garbling noise broke the silence, and once Terry found where that was coming from, he saw a tiny little purple goobler jigging about on the office carpet. Looking back up now, his beloved partner had started shaking. He was worried for him.

"Korv,,?"

"I'm s-sorry, Terry." Korvo buried his face in his hands and let out a pathetic sob. Terry frowned, and got up out of his chair. He slowly made his way to his husband's desk and gently grabbed his shoulder, rubbing it in soothing circles. Korvo was cowering in on himself, in a distressed, tight little ball, stupid purple wriggly things popping out his spotted head and landing wherever.

"Oh, Korvo,,," he mumbled, the weeping blue alien only weeping harder. Terry guided him into a tight embrace, Korvo accepting by nearly falling into Terry's arms, who now securely wrapped around his shoulders as he rubbed away the forming goobler lumps in his previously smooth dome head.

Korvo cried, "I-Im so sorry Terry, I m-miss you s-so much, I hate doing this. I hate it."

Terry could already feel his shoulder getting damp with tears. "Baby, it's okay. You're okay. If we hate it so much, cuz I know I sure as hell do, why don't we just return back to our fun sci-fi lives?"

"Because we CAN'T, you idiot!! D-don't you remember the whole thing with The Pupa?? We can't have that happening again!" Korvo was raising his voice, mostly out of frusteration. He immediately feared he might've upset Terry and he pulled away, but Terry only brought him close again.

"I know, I know. But does it really matter?"

"YES!!!"

Korvo choked another long, loud sob, Terry instantly shushing him and trying to be as caring as possible. "Shh, shh. It's okay, baby. Shh,,,"

He looked around, surveying the office room. Everyone was still out for lunch. He knew Korvo would hate for his co-workers to see him like this, so he was trying his best to comfort him as much as he could as soon as possible.

"Hey, I know it sucks but,,, there's a bright side."

Korvo sniffled. "W-what is it?"

"I have you. And you have me."

Oh, that cheese filled motherfucker. God, he wanted to kiss him so bad. Terry was right. Through all of this, they've had each other. The one thing that's helped Korvo more than anything else was Terry's touch and gentle voice.

"Y-You're right,,," Korvo looked up, and Terry looked down. Terry lightly cupped his partner's cheek in his hand and smiled warmly.

"Of course I am. You'll always have me, my silly little biscuit boy."

"Oh, Terry." Korvo leaned in again, pressing his face into Terry's shoulder. Terry leaned away, only to guide Korvo's face upwards. He tilted forward, pressing a tender kiss onto Korvo's quivering lips, who reciprocated with passion.

They gently nuzzled into each other and shmushed in as many smooches as they could, Terry curling his arm around and massaging Korvo's lower back, and Korvo clutching onto Terry's shirt collar firmly. Soon enough, the tension escalated, and the soft touch of a tongue prodding the other's lips was enough to make them both melt like butter. Right as they were about to start full-on sucking each other's faces, an embarrassing reminder was received.

"Hey now, don't be getting too frisky in the office."

The two aliens jumped and swung around at the voice, still holding onto each other (and a little drool coating their chins.) It was their co-worker, back from the office kitchen with an almost empty bowl of spaghetti. Terry defended first.

"Oh gosh, we would never." they would. Not now, though. "Just givin' a lil lovin' to my husband. what's wrong with that?"

"Yeah! Mind your own business anyway," Korvo spoke after, trying to pat down his now sort of wrinkled shirt.

"A bit hard to do that when you're over there just slurpin' away in the middle of the room!" The man chuckled, meaning for it to be playful, but it came off as annoying and kind of passive aggressive. Terry rolled his eyes dramatically and Korvo giggled.

Slowly, their other co-workers were filing back in. Was lunch really over already? Shlorpian's gray gods.

Terry patted Korvo's shoulder, wanting to hold him by the waist and kiss him again so badly, but sadly not having the time to anymore. Korvo looked up at him and smiled.

Oh fuck it, just one more. He leaned in and pecked a long audible kissy on Korvo's lips, a nice surprise, and then pulled away. He grinned from,, not ear to ear but you get what i mean, and gave a hopeful thumbs up as he made his way back to his desk to continue working.

Korvo chuckled and turned to his computer again. He really, really, WAS greatful for Terry in his life. Really.

This time, the plastic click clacking of the keyboard was nowhere near as agitating.

Still annoying, but not as bad as before.

He'll take what he can get.

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take this as a treat