#the sane universe wouldn't sleep with him

[cerealforkart]

I know there are ton of Vegeta-fuckers here on Tumblr, but it's insane in the context of the world that Bulma would want to hook up with that man, get better taste, girl

[mixtapedoh]

How about lonely boy, lee know, and forced proximity?

@eclliipsed — i am thinking of you, specifically while writing this <3

;༊ — lonely boy

pairing: lee minho x gn!reader genre: fluff, office setting word count: ~3.6k warnings: language, situational stress, han is here stirring the pot, a startling amount of homicide jokes

olive’s notes: a unique challenge of writing lino fic that i did not before account for or even conceptualize is that when i think of said silly little stray kids cat boy, i think of him almost 99% of the time as 'lino' and like 0.9999999999% of the time as 'lee know'. lee minho? you mean the actor? it's not clicking up here, asdfghj. all that's to say, if i make a mistake and call him lino instead of minho, i'm so sorry, feel free to stone me in the square on whatever day is most convenient for you <3.

☄. *. ⋆ lee minho x forced proximity...

— society, as a collective, just loves their 9 to 5, right?

i mean, if it were actually a 9 to fucking 5, maybe you wouldn't be screaming, crying, throwing up, gnawing on the iron bars of your enclosure.

— but haha, as a general rule (collectively agreed upon at some point, or perhaps no one agreed so much as they were browbeaten into submission), more than society loves their 9 to 5, they love their workplace grindset culture.

gotta get those financial gains, amirite?

— which is all to say, you were simply enamoured, quite totally besotted with, completely captivated by and hopelessly devoted to your demanding, grueling, parasitic life-force of an office job.

and people had the gall to say you didn't have romance in your life.

clearly, they hadn't seen the zeal and devotion with which you dedicated yourself to your company issued computer, stacks of files, and white-walled cubicle.

after all, regular hours simply weren't enough for all the worship you had within you — you simply had to have both your mandatory overtime and your Implicitly Dictated and Oh-So-Reasonably Expected overtime hours as well <3 you did want to keep your job after all, and job security is such a silly little thing <3 corporate culture really is just soooo romantic in that regard <3 complete and utter devotion <3 commitment almost pious <3

until you managed to break away from the curse of Living in a Society and could live without bills, debt, responsibilities, more bills, more debt, and the desire for silly little (but financially substantial) hobbies to make this existence of yours worthwhile, your love affair with your job would simply have to stick.

— which made for the perfect little soup you were currently mired in. a thick broth of learned helplessness seasoned with intense loathing, a dash of interest in low stakes coworker drama, a sprinkling of compulsory people pleasing, a garnish of yes man energy, and an optional mix-in of untapped, constantly simmering rage.

so, of course you were best friends with han jisung.

— the universe really did do you a solid when they placed han jisung in the cubicle next to you.

perhaps the only employee that hadn't succumbed to the incessant humanity-sucking leech affectionately called a company, jisung was the only one who kept you sane when you were 56 hours deep in your work week and considering moving to a homestead on alaska where you would likely not even last a whole 72 hours — but, hey, you would at least get some sleep at the end of it when succumbing to the effects of hypothermia, so it didn't seem that bad of a gig, really (jisung always offered to cover half of the down payment cost, but at the end of the conversation, he'd just buy you a coffee and the two of you would call it even).

— and being friends with jisung was, all at once, both a blessing and a curse.

(because this is corporate living and existence is a fucking nightmare ~°~♫⭒~꘎ )

— poor excuses for jokes in your company chat box, sticky note battles during days when the mundane tasks you were assigned were mind-numbing enough to fell the strongest of corporate warriors, the constant "i owe you" back and forth when one of you went on a coffee or vending machine run and grabbed something for the other, and, of course, juicy gossip during your lunch break — all of these were the positives of being jisung's partner in captalist crime.

— but on the other hand, should either of your work be wanting in any regard... well... accountability is a word long enough to stretch between two.

— which led you to your current state of affairs.

"the next time you forget to delete your 'tongue-in-cheek' speaker notes on the powerpoint we're submitting for review from higher ups, i'm breaking your fingers so you can't type them in the first place."

but of course jisung just turns it into a joke about a hand kink.

— your punishment for 'distasteful' jokes left in the margins of official company output wasn't anything too severe — bless whatever cosmic force made it so that the generally easy going mr. ok taecyeon was the one to see jisung's fuck up, and not someone less forgiving — but it meant the next few weeks would be hell in the form of grunt work.

see, your company was expanding in the industry, and it meant that the building you were currently working in wasn't big enough to house all the ✨aspirational goals✨ it was just starting to believe in. thus, the majority of higher ups were going to move into a new office building... and for some ass-backward reason, so, too were all of the archives.

and someone had to go down there and box it all up, making sure it was properly labeled and in order.

sure, the company was just head-empty enough to have the desire to move physical archives to a new office building. but at least they wanted it all in order before they stuck it in a different dusty basement.

— the very first day you went to the basement and saw the sheer level of work the two of you had in store, you locked eyes with jisung and just knew that fucker was going to find some way to get out of it.

— on your lunch break you tried to beat him to the punch and defend your honor against the soul crushing weight of undue punishment. but alas! you had already taken vacation days in the last month (damn that kpop concert - did you really have to be that devoted to your ult group??) and han hadn't had a day off for the last 6 months.

how the hell did you end up doing the punishment work for actions that weren't even (mostly) yours?

han jisung better move to that alaskan homestead after all, nowhere else would ever be safe from your wrath... once you got out of this basement, of course.

— the most you were given was help in the form of lee minho — who would have thought that he of all people would be your saving grace?

maybe he'd help you plan jisung's murder. they were friends, true, but anyone who was around han long enough would not be opposed to plitting his demise. it was part of his elusive charm, after all. everything wonderful about him also lent itself to fodder for plotting his demise.

convenient, really, given the circumstances you were in.

— but back to lee minho. perfect performance lee minho. always last to leave the office lee minho. infuriatingly not suffering from looking chronically fatigued or daunted, overwhelmed, or simply fazed by the overzealous work culture you found yourselves in, lee minho. curt and focused but lacking of an edge that would make him unapproachable lee minho. impossible to pin down, the vitruvian man of corporate dreams, somehow the bosses favorite despite failing to do any of the sucking up some of your other coworkers engaged in almost religiously lee minho.

he didn't frustrate you; he didn't even really baffle you, but he didn't exactly occupy your brainspace in a way that could be described as indifference, y'know?

maybe this was something you could blame of jisung, too. he always talked about minho an ungodly amount, waxed poetic about how it was a shame that minho worked in a different department — how the two of you really would get along famously, but damn, if he couldn't convince either of you to spend any of your (perhaps two (2)) hours of off-duty life in the same place at the same time.

social lives, after all, were laughable, where the both of you were concerned.

— the day you walked down there and saw minho already elbow deep in a filing cabinet seemingly older than your parents (which, lamentably, was the worst organized filing cabinet you'd ever seen, and was regrettably representative of 95% of the work ahead of you), you laughed out loud and took the moment to convince minho to take a picture for you, so you could tell jisung that he was missing the Historic and Long Anticipated Meet Up, and that was the moment you realized that you were so deep in the basement, phone service was a pipe dream.

it wasn't a concern, really — you were both benefiting from the random employee benefit of free spotify premium, so your downloaded content was enough to get you through the long hours of organizing and packing, and hey! being in the basement meant no one really expected any more out of you than your required hours and whatever mandatory overtime you had left to complete.

— so really, jisung had been stupid as hell to avoid this punishment. it was effectively less work than you were used to (though tedious) and you were far enough away from your desk that the thought of the work piling up in the world above wasn't eating at you that much (at least not any more than usual; workplace anxiety and you were well acquainted, at that point <3)

— and minho! — god forbid you say anything complementary about that bastard han jisung while he left you (more than) 6 feet under, doing work that was, by many rights, his punishment — but he had been right when he said you and minho would gel.

he didn't disturb you, for the most part, but working in the same space for full work days with nothing to do but listen to podcasts and check the dates on dusty files meant that Annoying The Only Other Person In Your Vicinity became a welcome distraction from wallowing in the fact you were moving at a pace slower than desired. and he responded quite well to any question you threw his way - no matter how brain-dead, invasive, or embarrassing. in fact, he'd hit something back - put the ball in your court in a question almost more ridiculous, leaving you to question how jisung hadn't forced the two of you together sooner (but fuck jisung; all my homies are blaming this comedy of errors on jisung and are in this basement actively plotting his demise).

— and it didn't take you long to realize charming minho is almost exactly like getting a neighborhood cat to endear itself to you.

pspspsps at random (bat a stupid ass joke his way);

give him space but respond to his random bids for attention;

have a snack drawer (one of the first emptied out file cabinets furthest to the back of the archival area) and occasionally offer something sweet as a reminder that the snack drawer exists and is for joint indulging;

entertain him with logic puzzles and psychological warfare;

and, of course, shit talk your coworkers and company.

indulge the cats desire for destruction and mayhem; tell minho that whenever he was ready to put in his two-weeks, you'd be right there beside him and would run the paper shredder all night while he corrupted the files.

exist calmly and comfortable in the cat's space; work so well in tandem that you began anticipating the movements of the other.

spend quality time with the cat; both of you begining to wordlessly take your lunches at the table in the archival basement, instead of going all the way back up to the cafeteria, choosing instead to chat with each other and indulge in the other's niche interests and stupidly staunch opinions on poor pieces of media.

slow blink at the cat; catch yourself staring for a bit too long when he doesn't notice you looking, your thoughts getting all muffled and sappy as you become wholly fascinated by the slope of his nose and the softness of his big, dark eyes that look perpetually half-bored at work but sparkle with intelligence and mischief when you call out his name — lighting up with interest and disguised delight as that lazy, gummy smile makes it's way onto his features, eyebrows quirking upward, already expecting a challenge and...

— wait... what was that?

— is there absestos in the company walls, and that's why they decided to randomly move buildings? is there lead lining these filing cabinets? black mold in the ceiling? were you perhaps inhaling narcotics in this dusty ass air and hallucinating something vivid?

you were not developing a crush on someone just because you were stuck in the basement with this fool for going on two weeks now and hadn't seen another good looking coworker in quite some time. this wasn't some kind of drama where the ceo has a strange delight in forcing company employees into situations laced with ✨sexual tension✨. you weren't a main lead suffering from romantic withdrawals. remember your leech of a company. you have no time for shit like that.

— but, i mean, if you're never out of the office, perhaps finding romance in office is a solution...

shut the fuck up, you and minho weren't even in the same department. that point was moot.

— because damn, maybe asbestosis really was getting to you, and that's what was knocking the wind out of you any time minho smiled. yes, certainly the absestos in the walls was what was informing the way your heart constricted whenever the two of you brushed hands passing a file between you. maybe you should sue your company and have some hospital use you as a case study. maybe all the distracted daydreams was a new symptom of your newly contracted deadly disease.

see, that would make sense. you weren't catching a mean case of crushing on your forced proximity coworker, you were simply dying. because of the absestos.

— but even still, the day both of you piled all the boxes of (appropriately lableled) filing into a work car, and minho drove you over to the new building, the fresh air didn't seem to be a cure all. you were still a little more than distracted by his messy hair and black sunglasses... his concentration on the road... his pushed up sleeves... not to mention his hands wrapped around the steering wheel.

(but of course you'd snap out of your thoughts when you remember that joke jisung made about your supposed hand kink at the beginning of all this nonsense. shut the fuck up, memory ghost jisung. you don't know shit. you and minho had already talked about it and were coming for his broke ass the day he had the courage to step foot in the office again.)

— yeah, haha, you weren't crushing on lee minho because of a comedy of errors you had never dreamed would befall you in the first place. working alongside him hadn't woken anything in you. certainly not.

— and yeah, haha, you'd definitely be able to hide this from jisung when he came back. not a problem at all when he asks you about how sorting archives went (he had the gall to bring it up every five minutes — taunting you with the fact that he got to have 4 days off and was then reassigned to do answer all the emails that had piled up during his time out of office. yes, he had picked up some of the work originally meant to go to you, but still. a veritable traitor who deserved your absence from your usual lunch dates. and yes, it was hard to be slick when he'd bring up your casual absence from lunch — were you finding minho's company to be more than enough? — but you'd manage. like hell were you going to give the smug bastard satisfaction after he made you atone for his and also your crimes.).

— and yeah, haha, you'd would definitely be able to explain to a suspicious and put out jisung why you were canceling anime re-run night with him to instead go with minho to this hybrid cat-and-comic-book-cafe he had mentioned never being able to get a reservation for, despite living two blocks away from it. silly little things like that would be easy to wave away, right.

it's like, totally platonic for you and minho to meet up on your only day off to spend hours lounging at a cafe retreat together where you cooed at semi-sociable cats and joked about adopting and co-parenting the one who enjoyed wearing cute hats, and read comic books for hours and order food to share and have low-stakes debates about the best tropes and characters of shared beloved media.

it's not like that whole set up is incredibly date coded.

and it's not like it would become a recurring habit for minho to invite you to do things with him that would have jisung waggling his eyebrows even as you pleaded innocence and smacked him with whatever quasi-weapon you just so happened to have on your desk (mostly file folders and your favorite cat themed mini calendar).

— haha... it wasn't like you were down bad and incredibly bad at hiding your crush.

...right?

— you fool. you absolute buffoon. han jisung could smell your lies and poorly contained crush from thousands of leagues away. even if you weren't shit at hiding it, he would have known. he could have actually been on that remote homestead in alaska and still picked up on just how brain dead you were over your crush. you thought you were slick? when han jisung has a doctorate in anxious suspicion and twelve master's degrees in the art of bullshitting?

hell, he knew you were going to fall in love with minho before the two of you even met. why do you think he'd wanted to connect the two of you in the first place? because he thought you two needed a social life? please — he knew going in that putting the two of you in the same room was horrible for his self preservation; he knew it was practically undermining company goals because your joint productivity would fall 2000% and the amount of cat memes you two would send on company time would increase so exponentially, you'd both resort to making your own memes using your company paid subscription to adobe creative cloud; he knew that the two of you were almost scarily well matched and equally devoted to drinking your refusal-to-believe-i-can-be-loved-romantically juice.

he knew that you and minho would develop glaring crushes on each other and wouldn't do a damn thing about it beyond smoothly flirting for an afternoon, inviting the other out on dates-that-aren't-dates and promptly fake-gagging and denying in a manner almost theatric that you might *gasp* enjoy the other's company in a way not-so-platonic, only to do it all over again. a vicious cycle of 'stop feeding the rest of us lies and just kiss with tongue already, damnit.' and he knew all of your coworkers would be caught in the middle of it.

— which they were. for, like, a solid five months.

— now, it wasn't too bad, considering the fact that you and minho worked in different departments, but anytime there was cause for collaboration, suddenly you were clambering to be considered, no matter the intense workload or the way the task was slightly out of your wheelhouse. suddenly, it seemed you were incredibly eager to learn and prove yourself.

at first, your team leader was overjoyed. initiative? drive? a seeming zest and fire for more commitment? say less and do more! marry yourself to the dumbass collaboration with the other department! perhaps this could mean freedom for their long suffering servitude under the corporate thumb!

but then they saw you flirting with minho and making plans to spend an afternoon together at a book signing while still on the clock. and while they're not opposed to a bit of misuse of company time (vive la révolution contre les régimes capitalistes, and all that), it was a bitter and sobering pill to watch that shit happen daily while not getting any yourself, and then stomaching the fact that these clearlly love-struck fuckers won't admit their own transparency-set-to-0% feelings and put their chronically-single corporately-suffering coworkers to rest. either say you're in love and just be done with it or take the rest of us out with a shot gun. goddamn.

it's like a sitcom's mind-numbingly over-the-top valentine's day special. someone make it stop.

— and it didn't take a genius to connect the dots and realize that the employee responsible for all of this was han jisung.

after all, he's the mutual friend between them. no doubt he talked about the other constantly in glowing terms. no doubt he planted the seed they'd be a match made in heaven. no doubt he was the one to blame.

and! wasn't it his fuck up that forced you and minho to work together in the archives to begin with?

maybe killing han jisung wasn't going to make you and minho confess to each other, but it would be some kind of catharsis for the people who were stuck in this hell of Watching You Two Take Your Sweet Time With It.

— so jisung had to understandably think of some kind of plot. after all, the two of you were his best friends, but to hope that you would admit your feelings for someone to save his livelihood? don't be ridiculous. the both of you were quite happy with the flirting stage, as it currently stood.

— how to get your stubborn friends to admit their (very real and very reciprocated) feelings for each other... when there's no external or even internal pressure (on them, at least) to do so... jisung would have to think outside of the box.

or perhaps inside of it.

— which i'm sure is reason enough to explain how the both of you managed to get stuck in a closet during your company's holiday party.

and, through it all, is minho's mischievous eyes and your flair for the dramatic.

"do you think we should tell our coworkers we've been dating?"

☄. *. ⋆

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[tk-duveraun]

5/? Luo Binghe is SO NORMAL about Shen Yuan

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (here)

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"I need this loser's backstory," Luo Binghe directed to his System.

The screen appeared with the throbbing loading circle. On the top left was his current point balance: 522 S-points. No movement after unlocking the OOC feature. It was good that he hadn't lost anymore, but nothing seemed to gain him points outside of direct objectives. A question for later.

[New Quest Available! Side Quest: "Brother Got Nothin' on Grimm" available from Shen Qingqiu.]

Luo Binghe scowled at the floating screen. Shen Jiu hated him; this quest was bound to be unpleasant. Unfortunately, he wouldn't make any headway with Shen Yuan without knowing what kind of bullshit the Original Goods pulled to reveal his demonic bloodline and engender Shen Yuan's disgust. It wasn't the demonic lineage itself, since Shen Yuan dual cultivated with several demons to cure pollens or avert qi deviations.

After cleaning himself up and straightening his uniform to Shen Jiu's exacting standards, Luo Binghe loitered near the path leading to the Bamboo House. Well, not literally loitered. He had a large basket of laundry he walked back and forth with so that if either peak lord walked by they'd think he was busy.

"You, beast," Shen Jiu said, right on time.

Luo Binghe set down the basket and saluted crisply. "Acknowleding Shizun."

Shen Jiu's face was pinched like he'd just sucked on a lemon with his eyebrows in jagged, annoyed lines. He looked Luo Binghe up and down before nodding to himself. "You will accompany Shen Qingchun on his mission. Ensure the brute does not attempt to ride in his carriage."

Lup Binghe bowed. "Understood, Shizun."

"If Shen Qingchun lacks for anything on the mission, on your head it lay."

"This Disciple will see to it."

"Dismissed."

Luo Binghe picked up the laundry to keep himself from jumping in excitement. He'd stolen the schedule for Qing Jing Peak from Ming Fan and this mission with Liu Qingge was his best guess for the Incident that would result in his odious shishu deflowering his wife.

While Luo Baixiao's body was too young to substitute for the cure, Luo Binghe could prevent the Incident entirely. His first stop was the Qing Jing quartermaster, a cultivator from the same generation as Shen Yuan's master, who was aggreived that he was expected to have Shen Qingchun's carriage ready for dawn the next morning.

As Shen Jiu predicted, Shen Yuan hadn't even begun getting ready for the mission. That was fine, it was Luo Binghe's first chance to prove that he could support his wife in anything he needed. At his side, Shen Yuan would want for nothing. He would reach out his hand and have what he wanted delivered before he could ask.

In that vein, Luo Binghe's next stop was the kitchens. When he announced his orders the head cook rolled his eyes even as he sighed in relief. Here, as well, nothing had been prepared. However, instead of letting them cook Shen Yuan's provisions, Luo Binghe tied back his sleeves and accepted the preservation boxes from one of the staff.

It was time for Luo Binghe's secret advantage: a masters in culinary sciences.

His adoptive mother had been a line cook with dreams of working in a Michellan star restaurant that Luo Binghe had put his blood, sweat and tears into achieving. It was actually was stuck awake in the thrall of blackmarket Ritalin that Luo Binghe first found IRS.

Shen Yuan was a comfort during the hopeless nights when he had only four hours to sleep before he had to go to class and knew he wouldn't be able to get more than two. Working in a kitchen was backbreaking alone, but coupled with full-time university he was truly a golden child to make it out sane.

(And when he learned he actually was blue-blooded, he'd screamed, railed and thrown a chair through the window that it really was true the rich were blessed above the poor. His mother deserved better. She should have been a god, not the lazy, gilded sons in the heavens.)

Inedia would be a distant dream after this mission, Luo Binghe would bet on it!

It was like living in a dream. Luo Binghe drove the carriage and passed snacks through the curtain back to his beloved Shen Yuan, catching glimpses of his bare forearm as it reached out for a treat. There were also the absolutely pornographic sounds of enjoyment as Shen Yuan ate.

Luo Binghe could almost forget Liu Qingge was grumpily riding with them, if not for the ocassional complaint that traveling by sword would be faster.

Privately, Luo Binghe agreed. What was a cultivation setting that traveled by carriage? Ridiculous. It was all to stage intimate carriage rides with Shen Yuan and his suitors who could excuse bumping their erections into him as just unsteady ground.

And Shen Jiu clearly knew, since he forebade Liu Qingge from riding with Shen Yuan.

The mission was to see the blooming of the Five Hundred Year Speckled Iris. Not that Shen Yuan particularly cared about the plant outside of harvesting it for Mu-shishu. No, Shen Yuan wanted to see the Fox-eard Speckled Bees that pollenated the iris and were fiendishly difficult to find at any other time.

"This Disciple is certain Shizun could find any creature he wished," Luo Binghe had said in response to Shen Yuan's ramble about the fuzzy creatures.

"Oh, but they're so cute! They'll curl up in your palm like tiny cats!" Shen Yuan gushed, expression lit with excitement like the moon's favorite son.

Lesser men would faint at the sight, but Luo Binghe held firm. He'd resisted two days of intermittant moaning, he could handle Shen Yuan's beauty.

Truly, the worst part about Luo Qingge being the one to deflower Shen Yuan was that he didn't even appreciate him properly. Yes, he found him beautiful and panted after him for millions of words, but Liu Qingge often told Shen Yuan he was ridiculous and talked too much.

Talked too much! The brute was lucky Shen Yuan was there to hold Luo Binghe back.

At least the System was on Luo Binghe's side, though he kept glancing suspiciously at his quest tracker. It still read [Objective: Preserve the purity of spring!] which was certainly a play on Shen Yuan's courtesy name. Well, he certainly had no intention of failing! But the fact that he, again, had no idea what the quest name was referencing made his teeth itch.

[youronlydarlin]

warnings: noncon/dubconish??, incest, Kylar being nasty per usual, good sibling pc, bad grammar

Kylar's probably an incest loving freak. It's been years since the terrible accident that's befallen his parents, oh, well, your parents too actually, but one thing was for sure, that none of you ever recovered from it. The mansion was never the same again, at times it was hard to even walk around, the painful memory of what was once a happy childhood collecting dust like the furniture covered in white sheets, piled in some forgotten corner of the room.

You're heartbroken, to say the least. Grieving what you've never lost, considering how you're "parents" are technically still here, but they're in the form of something that's more monster than man. Not to mention... Your brother. He's probably taking it the hardest, you think. The lil fella spending most of his days couped up in his room doing god knows what. Has he eaten..? Drank water..? What about school, how're his studies..? You worry about him, your once bright eyed little brother who always waited at the door for you, awaiting the moment you'll come home from your classes. Hugging your waist, and giving you a big grin each time, showing off his missing tooth. You'd ruffle his hair, and pinch at his cheeks, telling him that you'll have to greet ma, and pa first, then you can play together. Oh, how you've missed those times dearly. You feel as though you never treasured them enough, feels as though you should've taken each memory and put it in a chest, locked, and sealed away, till the day comes where you'd mourn them with bloodshot eyes, and trembling fingers. But till then, you have to be strong, be brave, be the person that your brother needs, you tell yourself that you owe him this..

And, oh, how Kylar loves the way you think..

His older sibling, his family, his angel..

You're the only good thing in this godforsaken world that he has left. He might not make it to heaven, but at least he has his own little slice of eden on earth. And it's all thanks to you, you, you, you. You're all he ever thinks about, your existence alone is what keeps him sane, what keeps him tied to this lonely realm. He doesn't know what he'll do without you, what wouldn't he do..?

You're so kind to him, so loving, so caring. He's convinced himself that you two are soulmates. The fact that you were born from the same womb proves that he's already shared half of his heart to you, and the whole of his soul. He's belonged to you, as much as you belonged to him. Forever, and ever, you two were fated to be together.

Kylar's a real nasty fuck, that, we all know. It's a universal fact none of us can deny, so knowing this he probably takes advantage of you, you and your sweet, loving, nature.

The horndog drugs your food probably, excusing the odd taste as him being an inexperienced cook. And you, as the most caring sibling in the world, believes him. You feel lightheaded as you do, you're halfway through your plate when you excuse yourself. Feeling bad that you couldn't even finish the food that your little brother's cooked for you. He on the other hand, doesn't seem offended at all. If anything, he encourages you to lie down, albeit on his bed. And so you do, he takes you to his room, and you have half a mind to make sense what's happening.

Kylar pushes you down on the bed, and you don't have the strength to fight him off. Closing your eyes almost as soon as your back hits the plush material of his mattress that he's layed there specifically for you.

Has a camera set at the side, filming himself defiling your body. And, this probably isn't the first time it'll happen, nor the last. At times the lil shit would spike your drink, and make you take his dick on whatever surface you land on. Sometimes he'll just plain out ask you if you could sleep together, you think he's just lonely, so you agree each time, and he uses that opportunity to fuck your thighs, sucking marks on your neck to quiet down his pathetic whimpers.

a/n: the endings kinda shitty, sorry, ran out of brain juice, and english also isn't my first language so lmk if I made any mistakes! You have a great day now, dollface..

–dolly

[junejasprose-addict]

I'm moving different

We smoking juju

She tried doing psionics on my ass, i snapped her silver cord in half and flossed with it. This shit ain't nothing to me man

where moving different man. where making this hapen

My money longer than act 6

I make more money in a week than crockercorp does in a year

Yesterday i killed someone over vriscourse

You wouldn't survive a day in my session. Just to challenge myself, I prototyped my kernel sprite with heroin laced garlic bread and the taxidermy wooly mammoth I keep in my trophy crypt. Every imp had the vengeful spirits of extinction in them, and their blood was poison. I felt alive

Kanaya thinks she's a rainbow drinker, but she's not him. I am!

I'm already him

I'm the ultimate him

I read all 8000 pages of himstuck

I'm a member of the himnight crew

I died in my quest coffin and ascended to him tier, and nothing changed, because ive always been him

We smoking that sburban jungle trickster mode post canon god tier build grist

That tentabulge got me feeling disappointed and inert

My hands can coexist with your crushed wind pipe you stupid bitch

I fought the homestuck, I put the clown down

I'm dracula. I'm 12 million years old. I'm thinking different. I made sburb. I programmed that shit, waited a few millenia, then put it on some random kids' computers, and now we're here. This was always the plan

I flipped a brick to the batterwitch hours before [s] collide, she was high off her ass when them kids beat the shit out of her. Now I have a whole new universe to fuck with

Got it all on camera, put live leak out of business

She sucked my meat AND my candy. I had a picnic on her ass

That green skeleton king put a tooth in me, I got quantum poisoning, so she fucked me in the back of my dead dad's 2007 Volkswagen beetle before my family reunion

I don't pull out, I sylladex the cum before it can reach her cruxite dowel

I alchemized a 1399 bottle of mead with a pound of crack, cost me more grist then there are stars in the milky way. When I woke up, I was naked and afraid

Hussie tried to kill me, they forgot that you can't fight the dracula

Bec noir whimpered when he saw my fangs, he knew his time was up

I did something wrong

Ultimate self? Fuck that, I killed every other version of myself in all of paradox space. Well, except for junedraculasprite^2, she was kinda chill

My balls smoother than doc scratch's head

This zaza got terezi loco

This Zaza got terezi sane

Junejasprose is all I think about

I fucked a horrorterror, worst mistake of my life. I had tentacles clogging up my sylladex, and I had several bricks at the bottom of my deck. Took 30 business days for me to get to that shit, money hemorrhaging more than my ass was

I showed up to the convention in my thief of blood god tier clothes, when a pack of eridan cosplayers made fun of my hairline. Now they're thralls in my basement, playing jump rope with each other's intestines

I snapped a horn off of some dude's skull and grafted it onto my own. Then we had a unicorn joust, and I skewered his stupid ass. Blue rained on me like I was Brad armstrong

Princes don't live in ships, they sleep in coffins. Only gills you'll have is the bite marks on your neck

This shit ain't nothing to me man

[tamagosandesu]

Title: Meet Cute Author's Notes: So, I was grocery shopping with my mom and realized that fridges was technically storage freezers on the inside. I suddenly thought that wouldn't it be fun if somebody had a meet-cute at the moment? Then I thought, why not sasusaku?

The last part wasn't really planned, I just randomly thought about it and decided to add it. It's up to you to imagine what happened at the dinner ;)

Enjoy! .

.

. Sasuke yawns as he feels the prick of tears welling in the corners of his eyes. His eyebrows furrow as the sun suddenly shines too brightly on his face, heat and light passing through the windshield of his car.

It was too early. Being a university student, Sasuke did not have much time in his hands, and between wanting to graduate and being well rested, Sasuke chose to invest in the long-term effects that studying has to bring rather than laying in bed and slacking off.

He thinks it's normal for many college students to have the same situation; all nighters over sleep, requirements over nap. Taking up Political Science wasn't really much of an exaggerated struggle, but being the high-achiever that he is, Sasuke thinks he can't risk any moment to fail.

Although, between weeks of practically facing university without an ounce of sleep, there are still days that Sasuke is given a reprieve of hunching over his laptop or finishing reports after reports. Every Saturday, he gets half the day free and the whole Sunday to himself. Mondays to Fridays are jam-packed, either with being a student or through juggling his commitments to his part-time job.

Usually, he just spends his weekend free times inside his dorm room near the university; Konoha State University is one of the best schools he could ever get into and is infamously known to produce achievers after achievers that top exams and creates a name for themselves. People whom Sasuke admires are mostly alumni of KSU, so it's only right that he also enters the college.

The only problem with it was that it was a good 2 hours away from their home, an hour and a half if there weren't as many commuters. Sasuke, at first, challenged his chances and tried to face the tribulation of commuting from their house to KSC for his first semester. He had to wake up in the dead of early morning where the sun is nowhere to be seen and the moon is still high up. Sasuke likes a good challenge, and so went his college life.

To say that it was tiring was an understatement. The first week was okay—adrenaline was still powering his body and the fact that he was in KSU oh my god was motivation enough to keep him sane through barely 4 hours of sleep. However, when his family saw his state of practically being a zombie, and he saw his mom shake his head with a pointing look similar to a mother hen to her chicks, he knew he had to move out and find a place near the university.

It was short-lived. However, since Sasuke is able to constantly get 5 hours of sleep, or 6 if he's extremely lucky, he thinks it's quite alright.

Sasuke yawns once again at the thought.

"Stop yawning."

Sasuke Uchiha scowls at his Mother who looks like a trophy-housewife and an elegant mother in the passenger seat, wearing an equally annoyed scowl on her pretty face.

Mikoto Uchiha was the image of elegance—long, ebony hair, styled and fixed neatly that it flows down carefully, her blouse pearly white and neatly pressed without any wrinkles whatsoever, her shoes the latest fashion from her favorite luxury shoe brand, and her face devoid and any imperfections. All this just for merely getting groceries.

Meanwhile, Sasuke looks casual—not too casual, but perfectly casual that still looked presentable. He thinks he looks fine, fine enough for the occasion of becoming Mikoto Uchiha's assistant in her grocery shopping. It wasn't bad, but when you put Sasuke beside his mom, there's no doubt that he would look like he'd come out straight out of bed.

"It's not my fault you woke me up so early," Sasuke retorts, earning a glare from his mom.

"Is that how you speak to your mother, Sasuke Uchiha?"

Sasuke shivers. It's the full name.

Sasuke feels like a little kid again, getting scolded by his mom as if he sped up with his bike way too fast and accidentally tumbled and scraped his knee.

The reverie is gone in an instant, however, when Mikoto suddenly smiles, as if reminiscing.

"Besides, it's not everyday that you get to spend time with the family all together again."

Sasuke sighs and smartly keeps his mouth shut. Anything further and Mikoto goes all sentimental again until Sasuke has to practically tear his ear off to hear none of it.

It was those rare weekends that everyone in the family was free. Well technically, forced to be free. Sasuke decided it was time to come back home after he's had enough of his mother nagging him and painfully reminding him how he and his brother has left her all alone, then proceeding to silently imply as if they don't love her anymore.

Sasuke was mama's boy through and through. So even if he has a mountain of tasks to accomplish and deadlines to reach, he packs his bags for a weekend stay and comes home to his family. Even if Mikoto Uchiha wakes him up early in the morning just to drive her to the grocery store and eventually carry bags of groceries, Sasuke still complies albeit grumbling.

Sasuke yawns once again.

Mikoto tsks and scolds him again. "Stop yawning."

Sasuke only rolls his eyes as he roams the parking lot to find a spot. .

.

. Sasuke rocks the cart back and forth, bored out of his mind as he waits for his mother to finish her chattering with her high school friends that they coincidentally bumped into. Sasuke was an introvert, like an introverted introvert. Not an extroverted introvert, or an at-least-i-can-socialize introvert, but a please-leave-me-alone-i-beg-of-you introvert.

He's suddenly lost half of his almost non-existent social battery when Mikoto dragged him to meet one of her friends and fussed over how her little boy was all grown-up. If Sasuke's uncomfort wasn't obvious enough, judging by his smile that almost looks constipated, Mikoto further forced him to talk and socialize with people he has no idea who are, much to his chagrin.

After Mikoto lost even an ounce of attention on him, he made sure to go as far away from her as possible.

So now, he absentmindedly stares at the variety of chips in front of him while still looking out for his mom if she finally decided to bid farewell to her friends.

"Sasuke?"

Said man tenses as his blood runs cold at the voice. It can't be…

Slowly, he turns his head to confirm.

"Sasuke!" Suddenly, he found himself in a tight hug by none other than his self-proclaimed best friend, Naruto Uzumaki.

Damn.

Sasuke curses under his breath when Naruto finally releases him, smiling ear-to-ear, barely aware of the dark aura and menacing glare that Sasuke is sending his way.

If his social battery was at least still half earlier, Sasuke was sure he lost a quarter more just by being engulfed by the blonde's hug. Naruto is a loudmouth—so loud that it's deafening and extremely vexatious to Sasuke. They were buddies ever since high-school. Well, maybe not-really-buddies since Naruto just rubbed him the wrong way which ended up in a brawl and a notice from the principal, a suspension, a black-eye for Naruto and a broken nose for Sasuke.

After that, Naruto went ahead and apologized which Sasuke did not accept which led to more taunting and shouting before Naruto said he'll just treat him to a bowl of ramen at the very least if Sasuke did not want an apology. One grumble of the raven's stomach and a grin from the blonde was all it took before they suddenly became friends.

At those moments, Sasuke suddenly thought that perhaps, one of the very few foundations of friendships starts at exchanging fists and sustaining damage.

"What are you doing here?" Naruto happily asks the grumpy Sasuke.

"Nothing," Sasuke answers, stealing a glance at his mom who still has yet to finish their conversation.

"Who are you looking at?" Naruto follows his line of sight and spots Mikoto. Face lightening up, Naruto abruptly drags Sasuke out back to his mother with him almost stumbling and leaving the cart in surprise.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sasuke hissed. He was sure he knew what the blonde was doing, but still he asked.

"I'm gonna say hi to Aunt Mikoto!" grinning like a child, Naruto arrives in front of a surprised Mikoto before saying hi in a voice so loud that onlookers started to watch.

"Naruto! How nice to see you!" Mikoto exclaims after recovering from her earlier surprise.

"You too, aunt Mikoto!" The blonde replies all too enthusiastically.

Like a domino, it seems as if Mikoto and her friend's conversation started all over again as she introduces Naruto and chatters away. Only this time around, compared to Sasuke who looked like he was constipated and ended the conversation as fast as possible, Naruto appears to be enjoying the talk and replies happily, asking questions after questions.

Sasuke sighs.

This is gonna be long. .

.

. Finally, after almost an eternity, Mikoto finally bid goodbye to her friend and continued with their initial shopping, only this time there was Naruto to tag along.

Sasuke thinks he might've gone deaf from all the blonde's talking. Can't he speak quietly? Why must he always shout?

When they arrive at the counter to finally line up, Sasuke feels like he's already had a long day. And it was only just morning.

"What are you up to today Naruto?" Mikoto sweetly inquires.

"Nothing much auntie, probably just sleeping at home," the blonde casually replies.

Sasuke feels like he has a good hunch about where the conversation is going.

Please don't invite Naruto to lunch and dinner.

"Do you want to spend the day with us? Sasuke's all alone since his dad is still at work and Itachi and his wife's not gonna be home until dinner. Wouldn't it be fun if he had company?" Mikoto asks.

"I'll be fine mom," Sasuke said, hissed, probably putting too much emphasis on 'fine'.

"Nonsense," Mikoto waves his son off. "The more the merrier, right?"

Naruto nodded enthusiastically like a dog to his owner, while Sasuke profusely scowled.

"I'd be delighted, auntie!"

There goes my peaceful weekend. .

.

. "Shoot."

Sasuke hears his mom mutter under her breath while the cashier nears scanning the end of the goods they've bought. He's suddenly alert, spine straight and eyes to his mom since it's wasn't common to hear Mikoto Uchiha swear.

"Sasuke dear, can you please get some alcohol?" Mikoto looks at his son with pleading eyes.

Sasuke, without missing a beat, nods and walks away, He briskly strides towards the wine section and swiftly grabs three different bottles. Champagne, red wine, and whiskey. He'e sure Mikoto will reprimand him for the whiskey, but still he takes one just for him and his brother to drink in the night after their dinner.

Sasuke had half a mind to buy a can of his favorite drink when he spied the refrigerator section, almost about to ignore it altogether, until he saw that they had a new flavor. Quickly, he decides in a split second and walks from the wine aisle, passing by the frozen foods' fridge to the drinks that were at the very end.

In his peripheral, he notices someone inside the fridge walking. Probably a staff. When he finally stops to open the fridge and take a drink, he sees a mop of pink and a lithe frame checking the boxes behind the shelves of the fridge. Curiously, he watches her back until she slowly turns to give her his profile.

A cute nose, long lashes, and pursed lips were what he saw as she tapped the pen in her lips and looked in wonder. As if sensing his staring, she side-eyes Sasuke before finally facing him and catching his gaze.

He felt like his breath was taken away.

A beautiful woman looked straight at him, wearing a cap and a uniform while she held onto a clipboard. Definitely a staff. Sasuke studies her pink hair, cut short into a bob that framed her pretty round face. Up front, her lips looked plump and pink, dusted with a light red lipstick. When he looked up and saw her eyes, Sasuke saw the prettiest shade of viridian, staring wide at him and sparkling as if she saw something fascinating. Her lashes and eyebrows were light, and for a moment all Sasuke could do was stare like a dumb kid.

He's probably not painting a pretty picture in front of this gorgeous woman, but still Sasuke looks as if it was the first time he's seen a girl ever in his life.

He tries to say something—she probably thinks he's weird for staring at her for so long—but all he could do was open his mouth and close it, hesitating and most likely looking like a fish.

"Sasuke!" he hears somewhere. Turning his head, he sees Naruto with a frown, urging him to hurry up.

He takes a look back at the fridge and sees the woman still there. She smiles sweetly and says hello before Sasuke snaps out and blushes, nodding his head in acknowledgement and sneaking a glance at her name tag.

Sakura Haruno.

How cliche, he thinks as he walks off and turns his lips in the slightest, the closest he can give to a smile. Pink hair and green eyes—colors he usually thought were loud and obnoxious, and definitely not his type, felt right with her.

With Sakura, he felt like he's never seen anything more beautiful and appealing than a mixture of pink and green.

When he returns back to the counter, he sees his mom glaring at him, probably for taking too long, and Naruto conversing with the cashier, probably to buy them time. He also notices the queue that he's most likely produced, all looking annoyed and impatient.

Usually, he would've felt chagrined at his fault, but after remembering the cause of it, he can't find it in himself to care.

In his mind, on that day, Sasuke feels like he's experienced one of the most unexpected things he would have felt. With all the sudden awareness and sensibility that he possessed in that moment about his feelings, Sasuke Uchiha therefore concluded:

I think I'm in love. .

.

. Itachi Uchiha is a busy man.

Being the CEO of their family company, Itachi barely has time to spare to attend trivial things, like dinners, for example, unless it's part of business.

Or, unless it was arranged by their dear, overbearing mother.

So, Itachi rushes to fix his things and hurries to pick up his wife from her work.

When he gets out of the car and meets Izumi, he sees a certain someone come out.

"Sakura," Itachi greets with a soft smile after kissing his wife on the cheek.

"Itachi-san," Sakura nods and returns his smile.

Izumi Uchiha was the daughter of the owner of the biggest mall-chain in Konoha, and Sakura Haruno was a 4th year university student that works part-time in one of the branches. The pink-haired girl was a sweet little thing that was able to befriend Izumi through a few exchanges of words. Izumi was also sweet, and liked especially sweet things and people. Sakura and Izumi getting along was almost inevitable, if Itachi says so himself. Put two girls together with things in common and you get a pair of bestfriends.

Although Sakura still maintains professionalism knowing that Izumi is practically the daughter of her boss's boss's boss, which Itachi respects. She was a clever girl from Konoha State University studying medicine, but still excels in many fields.

It was a waste to not know her as well.

"Dear, Sakura here was just telling me how she had a 'meet-cute' moment with someone," Izumi tells her husband as she wiggles her eyebrows at Sakura, who profusely blushed.

"Izumi-san!" Sakura tries to chastise.

Itachi, feeling as devilish as his wife, also decides to tease. "And what did he look like?"

Sakura, if possible, darkened further to a shade of red. Being the diligent girl that she is, she still answers the question.

"He was handsome," she admits in a shy voice. And then, in typical Sakura fashion, she proceeds to ramble. "He oddly looked like you, Itachi-san, same eyes and your face structure, but his hair was like all over the place,"

Now that piqued Itachi's interest.

"Did you know his name?" Itachi asked.

"It was…" Sakura trailed off to think. "Sasuke, I think."

Itachi and Izumi both shared a look. Surely, there wouldn't be anyone who looked like him and was named Sasuke right?

Itachi suddenly had an idea.

"Sakura, would you like to have dinner with our family?"

Sakura was confused, with their family? Isn't that supposed to be just intimately between them?

She became even more confused when she noticed both Izumi and Itachi grinning as they awaited her answer, faces as encouraging as ever.

I have a bad feeling about this…

"Sure...I guess...?"

[imbecominggayer]

How To Write Trauma Like The Lego Batman Movie

Using Batman from The Lego Batman Movie as my example. I will give you dissertation on how to write trauma whether that trauma is related to orphan shenanigans or not!

STEP NUMBER ONE: TRAUMA AIN'T COOL

This is the biggest thing that The Lego Batman Movie gets spot on! Batman, throughout the movie, behaves more like an emotionally-stunted comical manchild then the suave self-insert straight power fantasy we're used to seeing.

Not only is this more realistic then the countless power fantasy stories that romanticize traumatic experiences and shitty coping mechanisms but it serves the narrative.

And the movie is all the better for this since it's this character development which serves as the necessary emotional core for the movie. If Batman was the perfectly suave badboy then him learning to have a family wouldn't be emotionally groundbreaking.

STEP NUMBER TWO: Have The Trauma Impact EVERYTHING and do it uniquely pwease

From Batman's child-esque tendency to throw tantrums to his higly performative playboy appearance which seems more like movie then man to his edgy sensibilities, everything has been grown from Batman's infamous backstory of orphanry.

His childish and immature attitude give the sentiment that Batman has reverted back into the maturity of a child which is a common coping mechanism as it allows someone to return back to the good old days.

His playboy "stoic"/edgy mean sensibilities (when in public and as Batman) are designed to keep people away as his greatest fear is having a family only to lose them again.

I enjoy the mention of "reverting back into childhood memories" as a coping mechanism because it's a coping mechanism that's not widely explored because society tends to denigrate dependency as "weakness that doesn't deserve to be explored".

Most of the time it's just stoicism which is portrayed as cool and sleeping around which is portrayed as bad not because it's hurting the person but bad because of our puritanical values

Final Lesson: Flaws Are Only Flaws If They're Treated As Flaws

Alot of writers know they need to write flaws connected to a character's trauma because they read writing advice blogs (hey) but they don't want to write actual flaws.

So what is a guy(gender-neutral) meant to do?

Write fake flaws!

This tends to be what Batman as a legacy falls into. Batman is a sleazy capitalistic megalomaniac with control issues who has an obsessive relationship with criminals and every single emotionally unattached woman (and Joker) he can get his hands on.

But it's cool!!! Because it's philosophical, and hot, and power-fantasy worthy.

However, The Lego Batman Movie subverts this! Batman's fear of losing his family and his subsequent abandoning of Dick, Alfred, Barbara, and the Joker nearly lead Gotham to ruins.

It's only when he overcomes his flaws, he can succeed in his goal of protecting Gotham

TL;DR: Trauma isn't cool. Trauma causes a shit ton of issues that create so many different kinds of coping mechanisms from the admirablely unhealthy to the pathetically unhealthy. And the only time you should (cutely and sanely) ship Batman and Joker is in this movie universe.

[fr3nchtoastcrunch]

People who think Squidward is the bad guy should be forced to live in an exact simulation of Squidward's life for a month.

Picture this:

You are made to live between two people.

Person A is...

Hyperactive

Loud as fuck

Extremely childish

Idealistic to a fault

So thick-skulled that you can literally insult him directly to his face with nothing but pure venom in your voice and he wouldn't even realize that you're mad at him

A relentless stalker

Your coworker

The owner of the loudest alarm clock in the fucking universe

Person B is...

Best friends with Person A

So mind-numbingly stupid that his unintelligence alone would singlehandedly qualify him for disability benefits

Similarly dense and childish

Ill-tempered, violent, and destructive (but his stupidity means that he's never held criminally responsible for anything)

A straight-up sociopath whenever it benefits him

Guilty of admitting that he only acts like an idiot to fuck with people

Also a relentless stalker

An occasional customer at your workplace; he is, of course, a million times worse than any Karen you'll ever encounter due to his extreme stupidity

A ferocious snorer, sleep-talker, and sleep-walker - with frequent bouts of night terrors

And just to make it worse, you're working at a dead-end job at a fast food restaurant.

Your boss...

Is utterly obsessed with money to the point that it could be considered an unrestrained fetish

Could not possibly care less about your well-being if he tried

Regularly includes you in his schemes to make more money; they vary from morally questionable to outright illegal

Pays you so little that you could probably be legally considered a slave to him; in fact, he actually has enslaved you more than once

Completely dependent on your annoying-ass coworker to succeed; without him, his restaurant would instantly fall apart

All the while, you're too poor to get out of this job and pursue your dreams, but there's no other place in town that will hire you. Selling your house and moving elsewhere is also not an option, because no sane realtor is going to try and sell a house that's right between two people who...well, refer to the information above.

You'll start sympathizing with Squidward right quick after that.

[altocat]

Hi! I'm curious, in a canon compliant setting, what would a post canon sane! seph x gen look like? You can set this up however you'd like (sephiroth is found in the church sane / sephiroth has a break of sanity / etc), but im really looking for their dynamic and how they function together, if they do at all after everything that sephiroth did. I'm also very curious as to whether they are able to offer eachother forgiveness, and if it's a happy dynamic at all. I'm really interested in your thoughts!

Ooh, a very, VERY interesting question...so have an entire story-dump!

This, of course, is barring any alternative motives and endgame goals Genesis might have in the event he shows up in Rebirth or its sequel. In this universe, Genesis is an ally to Cloud and co., with his CC-established goal of being the planet's hero.

Sephiroth's body and mind are completely restored, his evil plans permanently foiled as he's been separated from Jenova. Cloud and co. debate whether or not to kill him--he has a LOT to answer for after all. And perhaps it would be merciful. Ultimately, they take a vote and and end up voting against it. Sephiroth is too weak to fight back, and while Cloud and Tifa will NEVER forgive him, neither of them are comfortable with killing him in cold blood. Aerith wouldn't have wanted that, even after what he did.

So Genesis, stepping up to the plate, decides to break off from the group with Sephiroth in tow. He will take him far away from civilization, watching him and ensuring he never hurts anyone ever again--that will be his atonement, both as Sephiroth's former friend and as the planet's hero. The group votes again and agrees, effectively making Genesis Sephiroth's keeper.

Sephiroth, for his part, is significantly weakened from his experiences and will require months of recovery before he's back to strength in his physical body. What's more, he's completely nonverbal, experiencing an intense form of selective mutism as the strain of his own sanity and his actions return to him. While he's no longer genocidal, he's very clearly still a threat and the guilt and grief of his decisions make him unpredictable and unstable. He never apologizes for anything--why would he? It won't change anything--and Genesis essentially has to bundle him up and keep him under control while they travel someplace remote.

Genesis settles for the mountains. Too full of his own regrets, and world weary at the state of things, he's fine with being a recluse for a bit. He'll watch Sephiroth, maybe go into town to get resources once his former friend can be trusted.

Sephiroth, while nonverbal and reeling from the guilt and shame of his horrible actions, is still very cold towards Genesis, even at times outright hostile. He clearly still remembers what went down in Nibelheim, shrinking from Genesis' touch, keeping away from him, never responding with the old warmth of their friendship.

Mostly, Sephiroth just sleeps, typically 18-20 hours a day. Genesis finds this rather familiar--the same sort of thing he used to do in Deepground. Wallowing.

But he won't be deterred, keeping Sephiroth fed and safe. No one ever really bothers them up here in their little cabin. And Genesis begins to find the mountain air rather relaxing and freeing. It's sort of like camping out back in Wutai. But not as hot. Sure, there's no theatre district and maybe his makeup isn't as on-point as it had been in the old days, but he's changed, mellowed somewhat. And if this is being a hero, then he doesn't mind. For all the bad feelings still between them, he finds himself still caring about Sephiroth. There's no Shinra standing between them now. No rivalry. No competition.

The years pass--Sephiroth and Genesis age far slower than most due to the Jenova cells--and Sephiroth eventually begins to speak again. Slowly, and not many words at a time. But enough. Genesis can see bits of his old personality returning here and there. Mostly, he just seems tired, uninterested in ever returning to civilization, sleeping less, but spending his days looking out the window, watching the birds or the mountains or moonrise.

And finally, eventually, he begins to soften towards Genesis as well. Maybe he finally recognizes that Genesis has changed. Or maybe the sole company is enough to brush the bitterness away. But they gradually begin to converse, the occasional memory shared, the faintest bit of warmth finally rising up from under the surface. Things are a little awkward in the beginning, and Sephiroth never wants to talk about Nibelheim and beyond, but they begin to recount the war, recount their time with Angeal. And in mourning him together, they begin to come together.

It comes to a head one dreary, rainy afternoon. Genesis lounges by the fireplace and Sephiroth comes to sit next to him. They watch each other in silence, reading each other's faces, watching Sephiroth's expression shift from frustration to tension to pain...to something else. Finally, by his own choice, he leans forward and closes the space between them.

Their coupling is not the fire and passion it could have been so long ago, in another time, another universe. But there is an earnest love there, more soft and subdued than anything else. Reliance, comfort, quiet words shared, little mundane pleasures here and there. Both of them are tired and looking for a little light in dark places. They never really leave the mountain, or their small, decidedly uncrowded life together. But there is affection and devotion and the occasional emotional confession on particularly hard days.

Sometimes, Genesis is able to coax Sephiroth into flying with him, taking to the night air with the promise of stargazing. Sephiroth is always reluctant at first--embracing his wing is embracing who and what he is, even with his physical body restored--but eventually comes around at a bit of Genesis' old teasing and jeers. They soar around the scope of the mountains, dark feathers touching the evening breeze, two sets of Mako eyes in the shadows. It's in these instances when Genesis believes Sephiroth to have found a sense of happiness and contentment, gazing up at his silver outline bleeding against the glow of the moon. Not the happiness either of them deserved as children, as soldiers. Not the happiness either of them deserve now as survivors of a bloody, tainted war. But enough to go on living in peace. Enough to last. Just enough.

[kaelyn-stocktonmil]

I said I'd do SkullFace, so let's do it.~

Keep in mind, a decent amount of these won't apply to Skull, as he's a cat from the WC universe. But some of them will. That being said, let's get into it.

Heart: This is a bit different. Skull has only TWO cats he would do anything for, and that is his adoptive mother, MudFlower, and his closest and ONLY FRIEND, CinderSpark. Both of them are all he has keeping him sane and HAPPY. If he lost them, he would be broken...well, more than he already is. More so, because he's coming to the realization- that he thinks he loves CinderSpark. He would do anything to protect them. Killing included.

Rose: A kind and understanding heart. Free of judgement for appearance and supposed backgrounds. Someone who will see him for who he TRULY is. A good tomcat, who was born at the wrong point in time, and suffered the consequences of discrimination for it.

!: The scariest? Almost losing CinderSpark to a ShadowClan cat trying to steal prey from her while she was hunting...thought it would be easier to kill her and steal the prey, rather than hunting in his own clan's territory, and actually working for it. Skull didn't hesitate to drown the cat in his own blood...even if it was in front of Cinder...she didn't care. Only realized that Skull had just saved her life while she had let her guard down. Needless to say, she was more than grateful, and they got closer after the fact. Cinder was the one to tell the clan of what he did...and some of them took it well. Others remained indifferent, and some didn't give a damn. But in Skull's eyes? That day was a win for him...because not only did he save Cinder's life...she put her reputation on the line to stand up and advocate for him...

Steak: He has coping mechanisms...he's fairly certain all of them are unhealthy, but he has them. His schedule is backwards, he'll sleep in the day and hunt at night while everyone sleeps- that way he can vent out loud, maybe tear up some trees while simultaneously sharpening his claws. The other one is to just go to the Sunning Rocks at the border of ThunderClan and RiverClan, and allow himself to cry if he needs to. And, more recently, venting to Cinder when he can...she's always been happy to listen.

Wilted Flower: That depends on the situation. If it's actually dangerous, his response is Fight. He'll do anything to protect the ones he loves, and those of his clan...even if most of them are fox-hearts to him. If it's just being bullied or talked down to by another clan member, it's Fawn. Not necessarily going along with it, but acting indifferent and neutral, at most saying "mhm" occasionally while walking away, even if the cat(s) follow him to keep doing so...they always lose interest because of his lack of reaction eventually...and if they don't? The claws come out, depending on what they say. If the bring his mother or Cinder into it? They're getting the claws. Nobody talks illy of his friend, OR his mother. And the clan leader, FireStar has learned to accept this strategy. If the cats keep instigating and starting fights, they need to learn he isn't going to take it, and that the behavior WON'T be tolerated or condoned by their leader. If Skull decides to strike back after a reasonable amount of time or escalation in the words, he will completely support it, even when said cats try to "tattle" on Skull. Which doesn't work, because more often than not, FireStar is a witness. He's been spending more time on the High Rock to keep an eye on these interactions, mainly so he can talk to and reprimand the cats later for their behavior towards him...he is the only other cat who sees past the discrimination. Scourge didn't have a mate, so he wouldn't have kits. And the differences between Scourge and SkullFace are too vast. The only similarity is the glove marking on Skull's front right paw, and even then it's not white like Scourge's, it's light gray. He is not the son of Scourge. And he'll fight to get the clan to realize that...he won't let another suffer the same discrimination he did when he came to the clan as a KittyPet.

Strawberry: He believes in StarClan and the Dark Forest like any other cat.

Cherries: Cinder is Skull's best friend, and he hopes for her to be more someday if she feels the same. They have known OF each other since they were kits, but never really got the chance to interact until they were both young warriors. Skull loves her kindness, lack of discrimination- even if it is warranted sometimes, her judgement free attitude, and her determination towards anything she puts her mind to. He also loves her pelt...it reminds him of fire and sunrise's. Sunset's always seem to have pink, but sunrise's have colors of orange, red, yellow, and white once the sun starts to peak to a certain point. Cinder loves his determination to prove himself, his ability to remain cool under pressure, how he doesn't let the words of the clan weigh him down(much), and despite everything, his genuine nature and kindness to those who treat him the way he wants to be treated. She also loves all the markings on his pelt. She says he has the most unique patterns she's ever seen. When she first said that, Skull just chuckled bitterly and said she was just trying to make him feel better about how scary he looks. She was very quick to shut that down and assure him- she really DID like it. SkullFace has never forgotten that moment.

Lipstick: Skull has mixed emotions about his face. He hates it because of how it scares kits and young apprentices, and loves it because Cinder loves it.

Ladybug: A perfect NIGHT for SkullFace, would be a productive hunting night, clear weather, no one tries to follow and bother him (except his mother or Cinder, they get a free pass), and maybe if Cinder asks him while he's sleeping in the day if she can join him later that night. Because not only is she asking to join him before he actually goes(she says she doesn't want him to think he has to let her go because she sprung it on him), she also wants to spend time with him.

Boxing Glove: Skull has been in plenty of fights, some of which have gone well and in his favor, other times haven't and he's sustained significant injuries from them. He always bounces back, however. He was trained under a mentor like all other apprentices- his mentor was actually Sandstorm, FireStar's mate. As such, he's a formidable opponent. He enjoys fighting when it means he gets to put a fellow clan member in their place. Otherwise? He does it when he needs to.

Scarf: He is comforted by his mother and CinderSpark. Just being around them helps lessen any stress and worries in his mind.

Blood: SkullFace is NOT squeamish in the slightest. Nor are most cats, at least when it comes to hunting prey. When having to kill another cat? Some are, he's not.

Axe: All cats have survival skills...but he's pretty damn ahead of them, to his pride.~

And that was SkullFace!

Red Emoji OC Asks ❤️‍🩹

❤️ (heart) - Who is the most important person to your character? To what lengths would they go to protect this person?

💔 (broken heart) - Who has your character hurt most? Physically or emotionally? How did it feel? Do they regret it?

🌹 (rose) - What does your oc find attractive in other people? Are these traits found in their friends and/or romantic partners? Are they found in themselves?

🎈 (balloon) - What does your character do at parties? Are they a wallflower or a party animal? Do they go with friends or alone?

🍷 (wine) - Does your oc drink? What kind of alcohol do they enjoy? What are their drinking habits? What kind of drunk are they?

❗️(exclamation point) - What was the scariest moment of your character’s life? Does it still affect them?

🥩 (steak) - Does your oc have any coping mechanisms? Healthy or unhealthy?

🥀 (wilted flower) - How does your character deal with stressful situations? Is their fear response fight, flight, freeze or fawn?

🍓 (strawberry) - Does your oc believe in anything? Are they superstitious? Religious? Atheistic? Has anything in their past made them this way?

💋 (kiss) - Is your oc a good kisser? Have they kissed anyone before? Do they even enjoy kissing? What was their first kiss like in comparison to their most recent?

🍒 (cherries) - Does your character have a best friend? How long have they known each other? What do they like most about each other? How did they meet?

🚨 (siren) - What’s your character’s relationship with the law? Have they ever been arrested? What for? What are their opinions on law enforcement?

💄 (lipstick) - What does your oc think of their face? Do they have a positive or negative opinion? Do they wear makeup? Do they have a skincare routine? What traits do they like most about their face?

🍎 (apple) - Does your oc go to school or take classes? Did they go to college? What was/is their favorite subject? Did/do they get good grades? Did/do they enjoy school?

🐞 (ladybug) - What does a perfect day look like for your oc? What do they do? Who do they see?

☎️ (telephone) - Does your character know anyone’s phone number by heart? Do they prefer calling or texting? Who’s their favorite person to call/text? Do they have any typing quirks?

🥊 (boxing glove) - Has your character ever been in a fight? Did they win? Do they fight often? Are they professionally trained or self taught? Do they enjoy fighting or only do so when necessary?

🧣(scarf) - What comforts your oc? Is it an item? An action? A person? Whatever it is, how any why does it comfort them?

👠 (heels) - How does your oc dress? Are they stylish or casual? Do they keep up with trends or do their own thing? Do they prefer designer clothes or going to the thrift store? Do they have a signature item of clothing?

🍄 (mushroom) - Does your character like being in nature or do they prefer the indoors? Do they have any outdoor hobbies like camping or fishing? If they prefer the indoors, why?

🩸 (blood) - Is your oc squeamish? Are they disturbed by the sight of blood? Have they ever been in a situation where they had to overcome being squeamish?

✂️ (scissors) - Has your character ever cut their own hair? What about someone else’s? How did it turn out?

🎸 (electric guitar) - What’s your character’s music taste like? Do they have one or two artists they play on repeat or do they have a varied and eclectic collection of music? Do they like mainstream artists or prefer underground musicians? What genres do they enjoy?

🎒 (backpack) - What items does your oc usually carry? Do they have a bag or just keep everything in their pockets? Do they carry a lot or a little?

🪓 (axe) - Does your oc have survival skills? Have they ever had to use them? What would they do in an apocalypse? Could they survive?

[moonyistired]

random Lesser Family AU stuff. my oc is here. say hi to him. or don't, he doesn't mind either way

in which lancer deltarune collects dads (gender neutral)

i don't imagine king as being too bad in this. not only is this set many years before deltarune (jevil is sane, spade king is not the only ruler, no lighteners involved for now) but also just a different universe altogether (an excuse for me to let them age normally and for all the dark worlds to exist)

this is getting off-topic from king- anyways, i think he's not too bad but also just doesn't know How To Parent TM. he's busy and his parents didn't exactly raise him themselves and his only role model growing up has been dead for five years now so he- he's trying his best. unfortunately his best is not very good.

rouxls is also trying his best and his best is not very good either, but it is a bit better than king's.

man has zero experience with children though. i imagine at first he treats lancer like a very small man. just trying to teach him complex words in that weird accent of his and feeding him food that most toddlers wouldn't find appealing. luckily for him lancer, is a bit of a weird kid.

he did give him a terrible habit of wanting to be carried everywhere though. for the first years of his life lancer barely ever touched the ground and now he's three and doesn't know how to run.

sirius is of course the best one around when it comes to raising a child. that is what he was hired for, after all (even if at first they pretended they were just hiring him to be a tutor). he's been taking care of muliphen ever since she was born and she's two years older than lancer, so of course he knows how to take care of a three year old.

doesn't mean he's perfect though. boy was a bit of a child prodigy who didn't know he was a child prodigy, and muliphen is walking on those same footprints now. so while he knows what a toddler should eat and how much they should sleep, he absolutely does not know that it is perfectly normal for a child his age to not be able to read an entire book without pictures.

jevil has not been allowed to be alone with lancer ever since he was born, and rouxls simply does not tolerate him enough to be around him when he wants to play with the young prince, so basically he's been starving to formally meet his new play pal for three years now.

good for him that sirius finds jevil quite amusing and would not pass a chance to annoy rouxls if just a little, so now jevil is able to invite himself every time sirius isn't too busy with teaching and play all the games his adult friends don't find fun with lancer. he's a good boy though, he lets lancer win every now and then. hearing his adorable laugh is much better than winning.

seam doesn't care for kids. they've got enough energy in their life, and his name is jevil. if asked they can give a million reasons why they'd much prefer not to be around children ever, but seam doesn't have it in their heart to be mean either. if lancer (or any other child, for that matter) found his way to them, seam would do their best to entertain and take care of him until someone else arrived.

seam absolutely has not fallen asleep with lancer on their chest and you can not prove otherwise.

[sl-walker]

A character of your choice can't sleep because of events from earlier in the day/week or just because it's one of those nights where there's too much to think about. Can be sweet or sad.

So, I actually already wrote this one some time back.  It leans very heavily on canon events, so people well-familiar with TOS will recognize what's going on, but everyone else will just have to take what they can from it.  It's pretty heavily stream-of-consciousness, and it's probably either an aside of a longer tale not yet written, or an actual part of it.  It also refuses to ignore that being possessed and used as a murder weapon would be pretty damned traumatizing, and the mission-of-the-week reset wouldn't erase that in anything like reality.

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2267

The transport was in fair shape; just another connection in the long string of embarking, disembarking, aiming true for Earth and trying to grapple with the fact that he wasn't aboard the Enterprise. Scotty had taken precisely two long-term vacations away from his ship mid-mission in his career; the first for a birth, and this one for-- --for a death. His own. And for three others. Kara, Lieutenant Tracy, Sybo. The transport was in fair shape; her engines were smooth and steady, but he had a hard time right now not listening for the Enterprise's harmonies and melodies. Seventeen years now, absent time in refit or repair, and usually he did all right even when he was aboard someone else's ship in the short term, but right now, he kept listening for the Enterprise, even though he'd left her of his own accord, abusing the hell out of his large bank of accumulated personal leave time. The captain had approved it after raising both of his eyebrows looking more'n a wee bit shocked by the request; he had requested it three days after Argelius II, which was exactly the amount of time it took him to stop shaking long enough to do anything besides work, which, of course, had been the only way he managed to remain functional during that three days; work, and the knowledge that he was going to go home, to his other home, for a little while because-- --because he had to. So, the captain approved his leave and then he had to wait a couple more weeks so that they'd be anywhere near a transfer point, and then he got himself killed. Scotty didn't remember that part. Funny enough, despite being spooked by it some, it was a whole lot easier to cope with in his head than Argelius II had been. Mostly because he didn't really remember it. And because he didn't have to wash blood off his hands after it. He crossed his arms tighter over his civilian coat, pressing his right shoulder against the bulkhead, and stared out at the streaked view of warp speed. Grateful it was a high speed transport -- not cheap, but he didn't want to waste time -- and still wishing it could go faster. Then again, he was fairly sure even the Enterprise at maximum warp couldn't outrun what was chasing him. The transport was in fair shape; the hum of her warp and impulse drives, tandem, through the deckplates under his feet, but he kept listening for the Enterprise. Seventeen years. Seventeen years, and he knew every note, every melody and every harmony, and the way they blended, and how sometimes they sang so perfectly that the hair on the back of his neck would stand up, following the current through the soles of his boots, the buzz through his skeleton, and the hum through his spine. There was no song like it, in the universe. And he'd left her. Scotty hunkered down a little into his coat, trying to breathe off the panic. He could feel it all down his arms, from his chest, and he knew that if he gave into that particular compulsion, he'd be back in his tiny temporary cabin scrubbing his hands red. He'd already done that more times than any sane, rational officer of the line would ever do. He'd left her. His ship. His song. He'd left her. He'd left her, and aye, his engineering crew was damned good. The best. But with all they were facing, all the time it seemed without a break, it was hard to reconcile. Every bit of the Chief in him, at war with every bit of the rest of him, the part that couldn't sleep for more'n an hour or two without jerking awake in a panic and the part of him that needed to get away from her, long enough to get himself back together. To go back to his island, to go back to his family, and heaven help him, to start really considering exactly what he was going to do with himself. The transport was in fair shape; he kept going back to that, in his head, a touchstone that she was running fine and that she wasn't the Enterprise. Both of which he needed to remind himself of. His head was muddled; he still had a pretty steady headache from exhaustion and a concussion that would be awhile yet in healing, and he couldn't keep a bloody grip on anything, right now, except that if he didn't retreat, he wouldn't survive. And every bit of the officer in him was telling him to buck up, to go back and just deal with it, and he couldn't. He ground his teeth together, like he'd done a million times in the past few weeks, and he held on by his fingernails until he could breathe right again, and he outright refused to fall apart sitting in a high speed transport surrounded by civilians. Every bit of the Chief, of the Starfleet officer, pulling backwards for his ship and home. Every bit of a man who'd had his body used as a murder weapon, who'd been killed and resurrected, driving forward to safety and home. Three hours later, after having startled out of another cold, dark nightmare, he scrubbed his hands practically to bleeding and then spent the rest of the ship's night with his penlight in hand to try to chase it all away, hanging on with everything he had to everything he could so he might just make it home. The transport was in fair shape. Maybe she'd even be fast enough.

[alphamales-rp]

While Nathan was trained, precise and thoughtful in his career - when it came to his personal life, he was driven on instinct and confidence. And the other was known for his spontaneous decisions, however, his team and close friends could attest that he'd never gone quite this far on a whim for somebody. "You're incredible," Nathan said with a wide smile, thoroughly impressed with the other's passion to work himself up to being a detective. "How're the studies though? You finding it tough or ..." he tried to find his words, "Or does it feel like it comes pretty naturally? And you do physical training stuff too, don't you?" If you asked Nathan to explain why he'd done all this- he wouldn't really be able to explain it in words. Mike had simply ... brought it out of him. He'd simply say that when you meet the most beautiful man in the world- you don't waste the opportunity. "Plus, it's good to know that you know your way around a pair of cuffs, Princess."

Another rash decision was the one he was making right now. A sane person would've just brushed off the stumble and let Mike go on his way by helping him to his feet and carrying on. But Nathan was, quite obviously and visibly, infatuated with the other. And when the universe presented him with yet another golden opportunity with the prettiest boy he'd laid eyes on, he grabbed it with both hands.

The kiss ... the kiss made all those dumb country songs make sense. It gave meaning to why so many poets, writers, artists and musicians spent their lives trying to capture the feeling in their work. Mike was soft but firm, warm and delicious - everywhere their skin met felt like live wires sparking against one another. A hand cupped Mike's cheek and a powerful arm wrapped around his torso, holding him securely in place as Nathan's head tilted to the side a little and he parted their lips, every movement slow, sensual - romantic. Like he was giving Mike time both to be able to stop him from continuing, but also very much confidently leading the other forward as his tongue met Mike's and he couldn't help the soft, deep hum the radiated through him briefly as the kiss deepened and his mind was blown. As they flew through the heavens like this, Nathan couldn't help but think that this was one of the greatest moments of his life.

Slowly, gradually, the kiss now began to take on more and more hints of passion. Nathan held the other a little tighter, the kiss becoming hotter ... deeper ... needier. Their movements a little faster as he tried to catch his breath in between the small breaks between their kisses and then Nathan's spontaneity and infatuation caught the best of him once more for the umpteenth time that evening and broke their kiss, looking into Mike's eyes before murmuring, "I know you were headed to the bathroom, Princess but ... just thought you should know that there's a private sleeping area right next to the bathroom back there ..." his eyes burned with passion and lust now, "Want me to show it to you?"

He stared at Nathan, dumbfounded, waiting for him to declare it was all just a prank. Las Vegas was not the destination Mike had envisioned when he agreed to this date. He had imagined maybe flying over the city while they chatted and got to know each other, or perhaps jetting off to another city for dinner. The last thing he expected was a journey to a whole other state. While Vegas was on his travel bucket list, it wasn't the ideal spot for a date. All Mike had expected was a simple dinner and a movie, where he could politely decline any advances and stay faithful to his boyfriend. Despite their relationship issues, they were still committed to each other. This entire situation only unfolded because Travis thought it was a brilliant idea to involve Mike in a bet. Now, he had to deal with the consequences, with Nathan making the blush on his face a permanent thing, all the while Mike struggled to pull his hand away.

Mike hadn't quite registered what he said until Nathan pointed it out. He chose not to elaborate, mostly because delving into the details might scare Nathan away. For once, Mike wanted to pretend he was just a regular guy, and that a guy seemingly out of his league was genuinely interested in him. "No," he replied, disliking how the nickname made him feel, and how Nathan seemed to sense that he secretly enjoyed it. "Criminal justice. I'm on the path to becoming a cop, working my way up to detective." It was a rare occasion when Mike shared details about his life and career choices, even his boyfriend was oblivious to his aspirations. It seemed Travis had his own ideal image of Mike, envisioning a supportive house husband who stood there looking pretty, catering to his every need. It always fueled anger and sparked countless arguments between them. A smile broke out when Nathan started discussing his own career. "I bet she must have adorable pictures of you as a kid," Mike teased.

Every fiber of his being screamed at him to get up and out of Nathan's lap, but Mike found himself frozen in fear, mesmerized by the boxer's eyes. He couldn't muster the words to apologize or say anything else; they were locked in that position, and it felt like everything had come to a standstill. Out of the two, Nathan was the only one able to speak, and Mike wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing as he eyed his lips and tossed compliments his way. It wasn't just lust; there was something more in his eyes, and Mike tried not to dwell on it too much. Yet, he didn't have a choice, as the next request—or rather, warning—came, and Nathan moved closer. Panic set in once again, his mind telling him to push away because it was wrong. However, his heart whispered something entirely different, and he found himself meeting Nathan halfway. As their lips connected, Mike witnessed the fireworks people often described and felt the butterflies in his stomach. Even with his boyfriend, it was an experience he had never encountered before.

[natbarzal]

Tyson Jost - Wake up - Pt. 2

Part 1

hey guys! here with part 2 of the Josty fic💜thank you so much for the reblogs and replies on the first part, it really means a lot to me when I know that someone actually enjoys something that I wrote, you know? anyway, I hope you won't be disappointed😂💞

I'm sorry in advance for any possible mistakes, feel free to correct me if you find anything😊

genre: sad at first, then it goes📈

warnings: some swear words

word count: 1.4k

*not my gif

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Tyson's pov:

"Hey Tyson, you wanna go for drinks tonight?" Mikko asked and as he, Andre and I exited the locker room after a game.

"Yeah, you should come, you haven't been out with us in forever." Andre agreed with him as we began walking towards the exit into the parking lot.

"I can't. I'm going to see Y/n." I told them, looking down at my phone, missing the way they glanced at each other.

"Tyson.." Andre said in kind of a nervous way, making me look up at him. "Bro, it's been two years. According to the doctors, the chance that she's ever going to wake up is small.." he trailed off, leaving me confused.

"Where exactly are you going with this?" I stopped walking and narrowed my eyes at him and he looked at Mikko for help.

"Tyson, it's just.. we think that maybe you should.. start moving on." Mikko said sadly, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I was shocked. I knew the chances of Y/n waking up weren't too big, but still, the thought of moving on and finding someone new never even crossed my mind for a second.

"What?" I asked him, not believing what I just heard one of my best friends say.

"Come on Tyson. If you're not at practice or a game, you're at the hospital. You can't live like this forever." Andre said.

"Are you two fucking serious right now?" I asked them, angrily shrugging Mikko's hand off my shoulder.

"Tyson-" Mikko started but I cut him off as I gave both men in front of me an angry look.

"No, no, I've heard enough. I'm not going anywhere with you. Enjoy your fucking night." I snapped at them before leaving them behind to go to my car and driving to the hospital.

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I walked into the hospital, saying hello to the lady at the front desk before walking straight into the direction of Y/n's room.

After I got to her room and closed the door behind myself, I let out a sigh and rubbed my face with my hands before looking at Y/n and sitting down on the chair beside her bed, taking her hand into mine, bringing it to my lips and kissing the back of her palm - it has become kind of a habit by now.

She looked better now. The bruises and scratches were long forgotten, her leg was healed too. She looked as if she was sleeping. A pretty deep sleep indeed.

Every free minute I got over the last two years were spent here with her, hoping that God would hear my wishes and that she would finally come back to me.

I desperately needed her to wake up. I haven't felt genuinely happy in the last two years, the fact that she's not gone forever and that she still might wake up one day being the only thing keeping me sane. Still to this day I cry myself to sleep, thinking about what it could've been like if the accident never happened.

I looked at her face as my tears start to flow freely down my cheeks. Her lips, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do to see them smile again. Her eyes, those beautiful eyes that held this little twinkle every time you looked into them. I would kill to be able to look into those eyes right now.

"Why are you doing this to me Y/n?" I asked her through my tears, well aware that I won't get an answer. "I always told you I wouldn't able to live without you. I can't lose you, you know that." I stopped, taking a shaky breath, trying to keep myself from breaking down completely.

"You can't leave me. Please don't leave me Y/n. The boys told me today that I should move on. But I don't want to move on. I love you and I always will, I don't want to spend my life with anyone but you." I croaked out, a few sobs escaping me. "Please come back to me. Please, please wake up. I need you to wake up my love." I whispered and hung my head low, still holding her hand as I let it all out, the only sounds heard in the room being the steady beeping of the machine showing her heart rate and my quiet sobs.

Suddenly, I felt her fingers move. I picked my head up to look at her face, but her eyes were still closed. Was my mind just playing tricks on me?

I looked back down at our linked hands and I felt it again. This time a little more firmly, her fingers grasped mine. My heart started beating incredibly fast and I looked up again, only to see those gorgeous eyes I thought I'd never see again looking back at me.

"Y/n?" I whispered, tears falling, hoping this wasn't just a dream. She couldn't speak due to being intubated, so she just grasped my hand a little stronger and gave me a soft, tired smile as tears started escaping her eyes too. I quickly pressed the button behind Y/n, alarming the nurse that something happened and then reached my hand up to her face, caressing it gently. She closed her eyes and leaned into my touch.

"Oh angel.." I said quietly and leaned closer to her, closing my eyes and placing a long kiss into her hair. "I thought I lost you." I added after I put my chin on top of her head.

Seconds later the door to her room opened and a nurse came in, stopping in her tracks once she saw that Y/n was awake.

"Oh my god" she said before quickly running out of the room to get a doctor.

After the doctors came in and checked on Y/n, unintubating her while I called her mum to let her know Y/n was awake, we were left alone together once again. The doctors let me know that she wouldn't be able to talk for some time, but that honestly didn't matter to me, I was just happy that I finally had her back.

"I'm so happy you're awake, my love. I really thought I lost you forever." I told her, looking at her lovingly as I tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

"I missed you so fucking much, you have no idea." I said sadly and she looked at me apologetically.

My thoughts suddenly wandered to the little box that I have been carrying around with me for the last two years, having promised myself that I would use it as soon as I got the chance.

"I have something to ask you." I said as I reached into my pocket, Y/n looking at me curiosly. As soon as she saw the little velvet box in my hands, her eyes widened as she looked at me.

"Listen. The two years without you have been fucking hell on earth for me, you know? Everything sucked. I didn't get to look into your eyes or see your beautiful smile for so long and I swear that if I had to go without it much longer, I'd go crazy. I love you so much and I realized just how quickly can everything change, so I promised myself I would do this the first chance I got." Y/n was now full on crying and covering her mouth with her hands. I stood up from the chair, kneeling on the ground beside her bed, opening the box that held a diamond ring, and looked into her eyes. I took a nervous breath before asking the question.

"Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, will you make me the happiest person in the entire universe and marry me?" I asked hopefully. Y/n smiled and nodded her head vigorously at me. I took her hand and slipped the ring onto her finger before she grabbed my face and pulled me up to her level so she could kiss me. We kissed for a minute and then pulled away, leaning our foreheads on each other.

"I love you. And I'm never, ever letting you go."

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thoughts? 💜

[coin-writes]

Comfortember with Tesseroki: Chapter Five

read on ao3 — blanket fort

WC: 1360

Fandom: MCU

Summary: Tess thinks that Loki, as a prince, needs a fort for a place of rest.

It doesn't matter what the fort is made of.

Tess crosses her arms. “You don't have any of your magic,” she says slowly, stares into Loki's green eyes. Why were you lying about it? she thinks. "Why didn't you tell me about it?"

She’s upset about that.

But, no, not really.

She’s upset she hadn’t seen it.

How she hadn't noticed Loki having a complication—stars, it was more than a complication, having that much energy loss would make a sane god insane; she's no idea how he's survived this long.

She'd just noticed it now, just seen the ridiculously low amount of energy he was living on. Their power sources had the tendency to spark and sizzle, reach out and meet against each other while they were close and she hadn't paid much attention to it while hugging him, but now, after the fun she had, she felt an itch, all her senses were on alert, there was something wrong in the air—

“I do not know you, not truly, Space,” says Loki, slowly, and the truth hits her — washes over her like a cold curtain of water from a waterfall. “We have met, what? A few hours before the invasion? Days?” He gets a pained expression on his face. “I cannot recall. It's been only hours since I was freed from the mind control I was under in. And it's … difficult. I am vulnerable and I do not know if I will not be taken advantage of if I expose it.”

That makes a whole lot of sense, when she thinks of it that way. Tess has faced vulnerability—she knows it. From the dawn of time she’s been one of the most powerful beings in the universe, which has made her a magnet to all the greedy beings wanting a part of her.

A part of her and more. They wanted the whole of her.

“Oh,” she says. Then she feels foolish for being angry at him, however mild it was. She should have seen it, yes, but he wasn't displaying it for her to see, so it's also not something she should beat herself for. “I understand. I’m sorry.” She swallows, bites her lip uncertainly, wonders if she should tell him: you can trust me. I wouldn't betray you. Ever. “Did I overreact, then?” she asks instead.

Loki blinks at that. “Uh … ”

“I'm sorry,” Tess repeats sheepishly. “Both for your situation and because I didn’t mean to do that … I was simply concerned … ” That feels like an excuse …

“You don’t need to be,” Loki replies promptly. “I can handle it by myself.”

Friends don't let each other handle problems by themselves...

“Oh no, I do need to be concerned. You’re like, practically weak as a little baby,” she says.

He gets an affronted look on his face. “I am not weak as a baby.”

“With that attitude, yes you are.” Tess’s expression turns to a mildly serious one. “Let’s get you swaddled into a blanket and snoozing like a—” she coughs, “well, like a baby.”

“What is it with you comparing me to a baby?” Loki frowns.

“Must be the face.” She shrugs innocently. She isn't wrong, really. Loki looks so young, well, not as young as a baby, but he does have youthful appearances, with the sad, rounded eyes, the long hair... Yet an expression is stamped onto it, of fear and pain and a look too old for his age.

She moves closer to Loki, wanting to give him a hug but slides an arm around him in comfort instead. “Look. You need rest. It’s clear as the water we bathed in and I can’t comprehend how I didn’t see it before. Let me teleport you to a comfortable sleeping place.”

Loki nods, the frown slipping off of him. “That would be nice, thank you,” he says and Tess lays a hand on his arm. “But don’t swaddle me in a blanket,” he grumbles after a moment. Tess takes it as full agreement and beams wide.

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She teleports them into a messy room; blankets thrown about and bedsheets rumpled, pillows lying on the floor. All are brightly coloured, splashed with patterns and creatively written words. Tess sets Loki on a chair and gives him room to change his clothes, as promised earlier. She then moves about, cleaning the room hurriedly, disintegrating the thick layer of dust and insects and fluffing the pillows and straightening the mattress, driving away the hundred bedbugs that dared to live in an infinity stone's home.

“The room is ready!” she calls out after around ten minutes. Loki yawns, feeling much tired than ever, now clad in the softest cotton he's worn, the previous days, months, years of stress and pain catching on to him. He needs rest and plenty of it. He drags his feet to the room.

Loki's eyes blink rapidly and multiple times when he sees what she's made. Blankets tied together with a golden thread to form a camp-like structure, green sheets hanging at the sides, and as Tess drags Loki further in, a cream one hanging on the wall. The fourth side is open, loose flaps hung invitingly. Pillows and blankets scattered on the floor, colourful and of all shapes and sizes.

Tess bounces on the mattress. “Your princely abode,” she says, smiling excitedly. “Do you like it?”

Loki lowers himself slowly on the mattress, the surface soft and submissive beneath his aching back. He can't help but release a sweet sigh at the comfort that seeps through. Tess stops jumping and he looks up at her, craning his neck and adjusting his pillow. “Yes,” he breathes. “It is very comfortable, Tess.”

She drops beside him. “Are you sure? Do you want any more pillows?” she asks despite the heap of pillows surrounding them. “Blankets? A drink? I suppose you wouldn't feel hungry or thirsty, but it's been a long time since you ate, right? Hot or cold? I can make good hot cocoa. It'll warm you up too. Are you feeling cold? Do you feel cold?”

A series of questions flood his ears, and he struggles to reply to all of them, as Tess keeps asking one after the other. Each time he opens his mouth to answer one of Tess's questions, another one spills out. “I hope you like it,” she finally says, concluding her succession, stares at him expectantly.

“I do.” Loki takes a breath, recalls her questions one by one. The mattress compels him to slumber. “I'm extremely sure that I'm comfortable here. I wouldn't like any more pillows or blankets. I'm quite satisfied, thank you.”

“You aren't hungry?”

“Not much.”

Tess makes a face at that. “What's 'not much' mean? That's awfully vague.”

“I am neither hungry nor cold. You needn't be so concerned, Tess.” Loki turns to face her.

There is little distance between them, and warmth radiates off the Tesseract in a comfortable way. Her features are so very near to his eyes and widely detailed—little golden stars on her cheeks, tiny black dots on the bridge of her nose, dark blue hair as uneven eyebrows. Her bangs fall into her eyes, which feel like a universe that could suck him in, which Loki could lose himself into. He tucks a pillow under his arm. “Thor and I used to build pillow forts and sleep within, staring at the stars. The fort would usually fall over us by morning, or before that, and bugs would have entered our little tent,” he reminisces with a sad smile. “This fort, in comparison, looks to be much more longlasting and is far more comfortable, Space.” He likes how the word space rolls on his tongue. It reminds him of the Tesseract's greatness. She's Space itself.

She smiles. “I'm glad you like it.” Her eyelashes flutter as she yawns.

They lie down in silence, a peace settling between them and a slow drowsiness that gentle closes their eyelids and relaxes their breathing. “Have a peaceful sleep,” Loki whispers.

“You too.”

It's been a long journey for both of them, and they bask in the comfort a silly blanket fort brings, filled with innocence and love.

[shyrose57]

YOO BROTHERS ANON BACK FROM THE DEAD? My phone started to fucking die half way (like extreme lag, keyboard stopped working at times, sudden shut offs, etc) and I was too scared to work on this in fear it'd get deleted. But im fucking back and have a new phone so I was able to finally finish. Plus after I finished the Brothers AU stuff I decided I hated Tip of The Iceburg AU lore and wanted to redo it so held off til I got that mostly done. I'm also trying to redo From Future to Past a lil bit but thats going slowly and decided I already waited way to long. Some other stuff happened as well like falling out of the fandom (Breath of The Wild and Linked Universe I got into and am actually still kinda in) then getting tossed back in but, anyway there's some smaller details I left out of Rans time living in the wild but everything here is the big stuff. 

Keep in mind most of this happens when he's just 13. And he never acknowledges or treats his trauma, leaving it to build and affect him more and more over time. 

When Ran first steps out of Mizu and into the world, he has nothing but a sword at his back and a book with little information on how to survive at his hip. The book really only provides him how to make certain things (like tools) and some basic information (Spiders are passive in daytime, how to farm, and basic information about each nether biome). The book acts more like a brief overview of the overworld and little information on how to survive than an actual survival book. Because of this the book is basically useless, Ran eventually uses it as a way of marking down notes and ripping out papers to cover wounds and tie things. He quickly learns that sleeping in high places (like a tree or a hole in a mountain) is the safest possible place to sleep, as no mobs or people can get him. Though due to the nights of constant screaming from mobs, his own internal fighting, and eventual hunting, he develops insomnia and paranoia. Leaving him unable to close his eyes in fear of being ambushed, believing himself to be forever unsafe and in danger. When he does manage to sleep he keeps his weapons nearby (like in his hand or under his pillow) and jumps awake at the slightest sound. 

He moves around constantly, never staying in one place for more than 2 weeks. He eventually finds a snow biome and after seeing the little amount of mobs and knowing the snow is to deep for any sane human to try to travel through, he decides to stay there for a entire year and a half before moving again. During this time he grows both physically and mentally. He goes from being a small, lithe 5'5 13 year old to being a strong 6'7 15 year old. He also uses this time to come to terms with what happened and swear revenge against Ranbob for everything he's been through and everyone who's died. Even when Ran came to terms with what his brother did, the promise "Ill never abandon you." Continues to ring in his head, which does nothing but fuel his hatred, believing his brother has been lying to him ever since he was a child. While also growing his knowledge on the world and his survival knowledge, becoming an almost perfect survivalist. 

When he was first alone and dealing with all the emotions brought upon him, he finds out he's hunted very suddenly. He first approached Raq (who he didn't know at the time) when he was desperate and fresh out of Mizu, asking him if there's any nearby town or city or really anything. Raq pretends to want to help Ran and let's him stay at his camp, giving him food and a warm place to sleep. But its 2 full days later, deep in the night when Raq finally trys to attack him, aiming to incapacitate him. But Ran is able to escape him and run away but not without a injury. 

During the fight Raq manages to hit him, specifically on his left ear. He manages to cut deep, but not deep enough, leaving the top of his ear just barely hanging on. Ran runs away and actually has a bit of a head start due to him tripping Raq. But Raq manages to follow/track him, due to the blood flowing out of Rans ear. Ran eventually realizes Raq is tracking him by the blood trail he's leaving, so he stops, steals himself, and rips off the remaining part of his ear, barely holding back a yell, then Ran pushes his hand down on the wound and continues to run. Raq finds the ear and simply hums, intrigued by the lengths Ran will go to escape, before turning around, deciding to let Ran escape this time, because he knows he'll see him again. Ran continues to run, terrified and borderline crying due to the fear and pain. For the next 3 days he believes he is still being followed by Raq so he continues to run, never resting until he eventually collapses from exhaustion. His ear eventually heals over but never grows back, it becomes a reminder of the fact he is being constantly hunted by people and will never escape them. 

Ran encounters Raq a total of 32 times during his time living out in the wild. And every time Ran manages to get away, though sometimes more injured than others. Eventually it gets to the point Raq greets Ran like a old friend. After their 3rd encounter Raq starts to bring others with him, eventually he has 5 others helping him hunt Ran. Though Ran grows and is able to either outwit them by using traps or is just simply able to avoid them most of the time. Though he still gets hit at times, once he made a mistake and a trap failed, leading to him getting stabbed and passing out cause blood loss.

The Nether is less than kind to Ran but kinder than the overworld. He gets shot a lot from both ghasts and skeletons. And almost falls into lava multiple times. He gets stabbed and trips more times than he can count. But he actually manages to make acquaintance with the Piglins he meets due to him being polite to them and giving them gold for nothing in return. He actually is close enough to them to get directions for free and is even given resistance potions when Ran states he is leaving and not coming back as a farewell and stay safe gift. He ends up staying in the Nether for much longer than a normal person would and becomes adapt at traversing and surviving in it. It almost becomes his safe spot because the hunters have never followed him into the Nether. He would've lived there if he could, but due to the heat he isn't used too and the fact he just despised Ghasts more than the hunters, and they were everywhere in there, he didn't stay. But would often vist. Eventually he found netherite which he quickly covered his first and only diamond sword with. His sword also had the enchantments, sharpness 2, unbreaking 3, and sweaping edge. Over time and use the enchantments dimmed, only faintly remaining. At this point Ran had to flee his snow biome house due to a sudden attack, leaving behind the materials he needed to fix the enchantments and his sword. So he abandoned using it, but kept it cause it helped him through years of fighting, he can't exactly drop and leave it.

Extra stuff I couldn't find a way to fit in:

-Ran manages to find a village but actually gets kicked out cause he punches the blacksmith for upping the price of an iron sword.

-Ran slowly grows more cold, uncaring, rude, and harsh over time due to trauma. He doesn't realize he became this way due to untreated trauma until he arrives to The Pit where Watson is able to help him start to slowly heal. Which is why he becomes more open and joking in The Pit because he feels safe and loved. 

-When the group leaves The Pit he becomes cold and hard again due to habit. Its his way of subconsciously defending himself.

-His body is covered in scars due to the hunters and his brushes with mobs. 

-Ran knows how to tailor his own clothes and has made many different kinds of clothes, all designed for certain biomes. 

-Ran never farmed, he always hunted.

-Ran never really built anything, instead he preferred to dig into the side of a mountain or make shelter in a cave. Its only in the snow biome did he actually build a house. And even then it was very clearly meant to be a temporary house. Though he did end up living there longer than he intended. 

-He was at first extremely reluctant to kill, but was forced to kill hunters and animals multiple times. To the point he became almost numb to it and wouldn't hesitate to kill if he was threatened. 

-He would sometimes dream about his family only for it to end with them being slaughtered, which really messed him up and he would just lay in bed mindlessly every time it happened. These dreams still happen. 

Also a edit to when the brothers met in the Pit, Ran actually gets his hands on a broken trident accidentally left in the arena (its the front end only, and the middle spike is shorter than the rest due to a error when being made) and ends up tripping Ranbob then stabbing the trident into the ground over him (if that makes sense?), actually trapping Ranbob, with the middle spike just above his throat, leaving him unable to move unless he wants to cut his neck and trapped on the ground. 

Tip of The Iceburg:

So Karl's watch is still damaged. And Isaac is still the one to convince him to seek help from the others. But midway through the meeting Phil speaks up, mentioning how he found a book in a ruined village that had a replica of Karl's Watch etched into the cover, but is in a language he's never seen. After passing it around the table no one recognizes it. Everyone's discouraged until Foolish suggests they look for the other Travelers (what ima call the Tales people) and maybe one of them will know. Eventually, with picture pinning of supposedly who could be in their world, they all split off into groups to look. Ran is still the first found, but when he's shown the book he actually confirms a part of it is in a old enderman language that fell off long ago, he's able to translate half of that section but says that Ranbob, who studied old languages much more thoroughly than Ran can do the rest (cause here their still brothers but nothing in Brothers AU happened). Giving everyone hope. Eventually Ranbob gets found and translates the rest, but a great amount is still untranslated, which is a problem. So now its a journey of finding more people and mixing languages to find out the rest. 

A sudden twist to the story happens when Billiam joins, and due to his experience with the egg is actually able to translate a random page in the back of the book (the egg made its own language to prevent its plans being discovered). Where they find out the egg is what broke Karls watch, because to it humans are nothing but entertainment, and it gets joy seeing them suffer and wants to mess with their lives. When it gets revealed to the rest of the SMP what the page says, everyone gets pissed. And even when its found how to get the Travelers home they refuse to leave until the egg is destroyed, a few are mad at it and want revenge, others are scared and want to try to prevent it from coming into their time. Karl eventually relents and lets them join in making a plan to take down the egg.  

Also have some fluff scenarios with the brothers since its been a while:

-There's two types of resistance potions in their world, fire resistance and water resistance. The latter of which the brothers have memorized how to make. Their friends do not know water resistance exists. Which leads to the brothers pranking their friends by drinking some then jumping into a lake. Giving Watson a heartattack and making Isaac sob. The two quickly reemerge seeing their reactions and calm them and reassure them. After the explanation you can bet they got a talking too and where grounded. 

-Ran teaches Ranbob to fight!

-Ranbob teaches Ran to fish, Ran complains the entire time. 

-Ranbob responds by threatening to teach Ran how to farm. Ran stops complaining after that….mostly

-Everyone has found the brothers either asleep against each other or one asleep on the other at least twice. 

-*insert Arthur get out of the tank meme but instead it's Ranbob trying to get Ran out of a tree so he can greet people.*

-Ran has his first night in years without a nightmare! 

Now something else I'm planning to work on soon: What happened to Ranbob after Ran left Mizu?

I hope me sending stuff is still ok after so long of sending nothing. 

Good to have you back, Brothers Anon! And sorry to hear about your phone, that sounds like it must've a day.

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Brothers AU:

I see we're back to Traumatize The Brothers Time, fantastic.

The fact that Ran has these items on him is interesting. Did he just have them with him when he was fleeing? Did he have the time to grab them? Was he preparing ahead? What led to him having these useful tools on hand when he was forced to flee?

How does he fare with mobs, being a mob hybrid himself? I think it's somewhat been implied that he's good with Endermen, but what about others?

How do the gladiator gang go about helping with his insomnia and paranoia, if they are aware of it?

What's it like for him during his time in the snow-biome, since he's there for awhile? Does he make a more-permanent camp/shelter? Do anything particularly interesting?

Poor Ran! That must've been quite the shock for him, and I imagine it didn't help his trust issues.

How does he get to the Nether? Does he have a base there? What do the piglins think of him, and vice versa? How does the Nether life effect him overall?

What happened to those materials left behind? Where they discovered? Does he manage to go back and get them on the roadtrip? Do they visit his homes on the trip?

How does the group react to his sudden change when they're leaving? What kind of clothes does he make? Does he ever make some for the others? Does he enjoy it, or is it just because it's necessary?

How do the fishermen feel about the close call with the trident, and what happens to the weapon?

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Tip Of the Iceberg:

I don't remember if this was mentioned before, but was it Karl's watch that caused the issue then? Who wrote the book? Does the egg have a connection with them?

How do they fare with their plans to take down the Egg(and potentially the Eggpire, if that's a thing here)? How do those with previous experience with Egg feel about this, and what part do they play?

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Fluff! At long last!

I love how their thought process went to that. 'We can make water resistance potions, lets jump in a lake in front of our friends'.

That sounds like it should be entertaining.

Ranbob knows how to farm?

That's such a funny mental image. 'Ran, get out of the tree, you have to socialize'. 'Hissing'.

Yay, good for him!

Ooo, what?

Always.