#that'd be great just let me finish my wORK AH

[crystalsnow95z]

Yoongi throwing up when he's working with Jimin on a song together because of a 24 hour bug, having to give him a shower because he got barf in his hair and Jimin having to put him to bed because he was too weak to walk

This is a prompt my roommate gave me when I first started writing because I lacked confidence to use Yoongi as more than a background character and her bias Jimin. I was going through old drafts and found this. I wanted a story with Yoongi for his birthday and this is the best out of my 4 options.

"We did it! We got through the new choreography without any mistakes!" Jungkook cheers, hugging onto the closest member in excitement, Yoongi pushing him away.

"Jungkook, please don't hug me.. It's too hot for that..." Yoongi complains, relaxing when Jungkook moves to hug j-hope instead.

"Let's take a five minute... break to cool off. Great work, everyone." J-hope praises his members, hugging Jungkook briefly before also sending him away, still trying to catch his own breath.

Yoongi goes to the mirror where he left his water, taking a drink before passing it to Hobi.

"Thanks hyung.." j-hope takes a drink, eyes widening when he realized he finished it. "Sorry, I didn't realize how thirsty I was."

"I'll get us some more water." Jungkook offers when he finishes his own bottle. "It looks like everyone's empty.." he notes watching Jimin share his water with Jin and Taehyung with Namjoon.

"That'd be great." Yoongi says with gratitude. This new choreography has me feeling woozy.. i didn't think I drank that much last night..my tolerance must've went down from when I wasn't drinking. .

"You okay hyung?" Jimin asks, offering Yoongi the last bit of his water,but Yoongi pushes it back towards him.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just tired..i think i drank too much with Dong-hyuk.." Yoongi didn't want to worry Jimin over a little stomach ache. I'll just take something for it if it gets worse.

"Too tired to work on music with me after practice today?" Jimin's asks, wanting to give him the option to back out. He's been working on his own music on top of the team, I shouldn't have asked him yesterday..

"I can still work on music with you Jimin-ah. If you wanted to practice the choreography with me, that's where I'd tell you no." Yoongi tells him, smiling despite the small ripples of pain that moved throughout his lower abdomen.

"Are you sure? It's okay if you're too tired, though. I could ask someone else."Jimin asks again, trying to get a good look at Yoongi, but the ballcap he was wearing cast shadows over his face, making it unreadable.

Jungkook goes over by them, giving both of them a water bottle. "Here hyung. Try to stay hydrated.. you look a little pale Jiminie hyung."

"Thanks Jaykay, I gave all my water to Namjoonie-hyung." Jimin takes a drink. "I'm fine though. I'm more worried about Yoongi hyung."

Yoongi takes small sips, not wanting to risk worsening the ache in his abdomen. "I'm fine. You guys worry too much. I should be worrying about you two with all your extra lessons."

"It's only English, singing and boxing." Jungkook says as if that wasn't a lot on top of their practices, interviews and meetings.

"Let's work on your album at your place Jimin-ah. My studio is a mess right now." Yoongi blushes lightly, recalling his moment of frustration causing a mess of papers he'll have to go through later.

"Tired of looking at your studio?" Jimin muses, smiling when he sees color returning to Yoongi's cheeks after drinking water."I'll make us dinner when we get to my place. I went shopping yesterday."

"Sounds good. It's been quite a while since I had a homemade meal." Yoongi couldn't bring himself to say he wasn't feeling all that hungry when Jimin was so excited about it.

"Alright break time is over. We have one more song I want to get all the way through then we can go home. We have an early morning tommorrow so I don't want us staying too late."

"Hyung dinner is ready. Do you want a bottle of soju with me?" Jimin asks while setting the table. "I made a little bit of everything.."

"No, I'd rather have some tea. We have to get up early and I struggled getting up this morning. You can drink if you want to though." Yoongi waves away the bottle, his medicine he took while Jimin was showering after practice only just now kicking in.

"I'll make us both tea. I didn't think ahead about getting up in the morning.. hobi-hyung will scold me for sure if I'm late a third time this week." Jimin fills a tea kettle with water then takes a seat at the table, taking a bit of rice and stir fry for himself. "Did you really like the third song? I think the lyrics need some work.."

"The lyrics aren't the problem, it's the chorus..it's too rushed.." Yoongi picks up where they left off, getting himself some rice to start with.

"The chorus did feel fast.. should I add a line or..maybe just slow down the music..?" Jimin takes a bite of steak, pulling his notebook closer.

"What if you try this.." Yoongi sings the chorus, changing the notes.

"Oh that sounds good.." Jimin mimicks Yoongi, rushing to get a keyboard.

"Jimin-ah, Jimin-ah take a break to eat.." Yoongi sighs with a smile when he realizes Jimin doesn't hear him, trying to mimic the notes on the keys."The first note is D not C."

"Aish I need to practice more.. could you play it for me?" Jimin asks, Yoongi happy to oblige. The bowl of kimchi fried rice was already sitting uncomfortably in his stomach.

Yoongi hits the notes for Jimin, writing them down."You should ask Supreme Boi to help you, this song is right up his alley."

"Do you think hyung has time to work with me?" Jimin asks. "I'm not as good at writing as you or Hobi hyung or-"

"Don't compare yourself, you're good at writing songs too, you just lack confidence. All of you kids do." Yoongi scolds Jimin, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll ask him then.." jimin blushes at Yoongi's praise, jumping up when he hears the kettle screaming."Ah, the tea is ready."

"Ahhh...mm...hmm.." Jimin sings, trying to match his voice to the notes on the page. "Why can't i get this right?" Jimin asks Yoongi, biting his lip. I sounded so bad..

"You're singing two octaves too high. Are you still nervous? You don't have to be. I've heard you sing a milion times of times." Yoongi tries to calm Jimin's shaken nerves.

"Do you think we should touch up the first verse? Is it too immature? Maybe we should-" Jimin stops when he feels Yoongi's finger touch his lips.

"Jimin-ah, shh. The lyrics are fine. Stop it. Your song is good.. you're just stressing yourself out."Yoongi places his hand on Jimin's shoulder. "I know you're nervous about asking someone to do a collaboration with you, but just because they say no, it doesn't mean your song isn't good. They could just be too busy or don't...mm.." Yoongi moans softly as a ripple of pain bubbles up in his stomach, making him dizzy with nausea.

"Hyung what's wrong? Are you okay?" Jimin wraps his arm around Yoongi's shoulder to keep him from double over.

"My stomach..it..just..don't feel well all of the sudden.." Yoongi speaks softly, lying to the younger member. Why did the medicine wear off already, it's only been two hours..

"Do you feel like you're going to be sick?" Jimin asks, trying to gently lead Yoongi to his feet when he sees the color drain from his lips. "Aiigo Yoongi.."

Yoongi let out a wet burp, his body trembling with cold sweat as he tried to hold down his dinner that was quickly rising up his throat, clinging to Jimins arm for balance. "Jimin-ah.." He whines with urgency when his vision faded, another burp pushing up the meal Jimin made, the sick spraying across the floor halfway to the bathroom. "I'm..I'm sorry..I...I can't.."

"Don't be sorry.. it's okay.. I have a little bin in my room. Just wait here it's closer.." Jimin runs into his room, grabbing the small bin, eyes widening when he hears Yoongi retching again, heart tightening. I should've noticed something was wrong sooner. He's been silently suffering while I feel sorry for myself..

"Here hyung, I'm back.. just move back just a little bit okay?" Jimin pulls him back a bit to be able to place the bin without having Yoongi kneeling in his own sick.

Yoongi takes Jimin's hand, squeezing it when another waterfall of sick pushes up, hitting the plastic liner. "F*ck..." he whimpers wrapping his other hand around his cramping muscles as another mouthful comes.

"I know, I know it hurts.. but you'll feel better once you let it all out.." Jimin tries to sound reassuring, but his voice trembled. I've never seen him so sick.. I can see the sweat rolling off his chin.. is he running a fever?

Jimin reaches to touch the back of Yoongi's neck, shocked at the amount of heat coming off of it. "You're burning up.."

"Hyung..." Yoongi calls weakly before another wave of nausea hits him, thick bile rising up his throat, gagging up more sick.

"Hyung is at home, but I'm here.. it's okay.. I got you.." Jimin gently scratches Yoongi's back, giving his hand a squeeze. I need to calm him down, he's hardly getting a breath in..

Yoongi continued to heave despite having nothing left in his stomach. Make it stop..it hurts so much..I wish I never ate anything today..

"Yoongi, Yoongi-yah you have to take deep breaths..i know its not easy..but you have to try for me..please?' Jimin felt his eyes misting with tears, his heart breaking to hear Yoongi's sharp gasps of pain between the dry heaves.

Yoongi closes his eyes, trying to take deep breaths, moaning softly when a sharp pain spikes up his side, pressing his palm into it. "Aish..i..i..it hurts.. Jimin-ah.."

"You probably got a stich from your muscles overworking..are you finished now? Do you want to move to lay in bed?"

"I..I just.." Yoongi backs into Jimin, leaning against him. "I just need to..rest..i don't want to move..I'm so dizzy.."

"We can stay here as long as you need. I just want you to be comfortable.." Jimin kisses the top of Yoongi's head, gently running his hand up and down Yoongi's side. "You should've told me you weren't feeling well sooner Hyung.."

Yoongi tries to focus on slowing his breathing, wincing with every inhale. "I know..I'm stupid..but..please.." I don't need a scolding from you..I'm aware I fu*ked up..

"I'm sorry..I know.. I'm just.. I don't want you to feel like you have to be strong for us..you like to handle things on your own and you don't have to.."

Yoongi turns to his side,focusing on matching his breathing with Jimin's listening to his racing heart. I must've really scared him..

"Are you okay yoongi-yah?" Jimin asks, brushing Yoongis hair from his face.

"I..I don't know.. I don't think I have anything left..but I still feel dizzy.." Yoongi speaks in a raspy whisper.

"You should stay the night with me.. you shouldn't drive if you feel this poorly.. do you want me to carry you?"

"If you can.. I think I can stand with your help though.." Yoongi gasps in surprise when he feels Jimin start picking him up lifting him off the floor. "Jimin slow, slowly.." he wraps his arms around Jimin's neck, feeling his stomach churn. "Mm..."

"Sorry, sorry..I'll move slow. It's okay.. I got you.." Jimin moves slowly, tensing when he realized he didn't have the arm strength he thought he had, feeling Yoongi slipping. "Almost there..just..hold on tightly okay..?"

"Okay.." Yoongi's voice comes out small, tightening his grip around Jimins neck, heart skipping a beat when he feels himself dangle while Jimin adjusts him. "Jimin-ah.."

"Almost there.. we're in the room, we just need to get to the bed.. I'm sorry.. here we go.. safe on the bed..I'll get you a pair of my pajamas. You're covered in sweat." Jimin slowly places yoongi on the bed. "Do you think you can drink a bit?"

"I think I'll throw up again..i still feel bad.." Yoongi curls up, pulling his knees to his chest. "I want heat.."

"Oh right, I'm sorry hyung.." Jimin gets a heating pad, putting it aside trying to gently uncurl Yoongi. I have to cool him down, but if hes in too much pain he won't be cooperative.. "Let's get you changed first.. at least your shirt okay?"

Yoongi doesn't fight against Jimin, but he doesn't help either, not making any movement. Jimin just barely gets him to sit up long enough to get his shirt off, getting the top on him, helping him back down to button the top two before Yoongi curls up again. "Cold.."

"Alright hyung.. here you are.." jimin gently places the heating pad against Yoongis side, cuddling up to his ailing hyung. "Is that any better?"

Yoongi nods, pressing against Jimin. "You're warm.." He murmurs.

"If you say so hyungie..rest well.. I'll be right here if you need anything.." jimin gently kisses Yoongi's temple, hearing his breathing slow as he starts to fall asleep.

Jimin waits until Yoongi grows heavy against him before removing the heat from Yoongi's side. "Now to take care of your fever.." he whispers, yawning. "Then I'll sleep too.."

#bts sickfic #bts boys #bts fanfic #bts sickie #bts taehyung #bts jhope #bts namjoon #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts #bts yoongi #bts suga #bts emeto #sick!fic #sick!suga

[throughtrialbyfire]

𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 ♥

on time this week! lets goooooo!! thank you to the amazing @thequeenofthewinter and @skyrim-forever for tagging me!! tagging @umbracirrus @your-talos-is-problematic @dirty-bosmer @mareenavee @changelingsandothernonsense @orfeoarte @thana-topsy @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @wispstalk @gilgamish @viss-and-pinegar and anyone who feels like joining! no pressure as always <3

since i just finished my rewrite of the early chapters of Cycle of the Serpent and posted a new chapter, i'm bringing an excerpt from another wip. i have no idea when this one will even remotely get finished, as it's one that i come back to and then leave alone for months on end, but i love the slow working of it. so, here's a tiny bit of my dragonborn frothar fic, "Kill the Creature, Shed the Blood"! this is an extremely rough draft, but i hope you enjoy!

The dragon didn't entirely sell Dagny on not telling their father, but it sure was interesting. Plus, if it got her moping brother out of Dragonsreach for a night, then maybe it'd be fun to send him on his merry way. The two crept through the halls, down past a locked door, through strange and unused corridors. How many basements and cellars did one castle need? Frothar cursed silently as he followed his sister through the dark, her own cloak concealing her form. He'd donned one for his travels, and was glad he'd done so. The chill under these stones sunk into his blood. He couldn't stop the shivers that raced up his spine at every cobweb, and wondered how many frost spiders he may have been standing above his entire life. Maybe this was where Farengar got some of his ingredients, but he wouldn't pry. That'd give away where he'd been. And he couldn't be sure, he didn't see anything larger than a typical house spider, but… "Stop." Dagny pushed a hand out in front of her. Frothar, lost in his thoughts, stumbled backwards, boots making a loud, metallic sound against his armor. "What? Why?" She turned back, brow scrunched. "Because you're stepping on my cloak, what else?" He hadn't realized how close he'd been walking behind her. Trusting her sense of direction, and losing himself in the examinations of his surroundings, he'd found that he'd been a mere hairs width away from her. He swallowed uncomfortably, scrunching his nose. "Ah." "Come on," she hurried him along, rolling her eyes. She gestured forward, her feet again finding graceful step along the stone, his shambling awkwardly behind her. For his younger sister, she sure was bossy. But, that had always been Dagny, since the moment she was born. The minute the girl learned how to talk, he'd watched her demand things, from her toys to attention to outings. She'd demanded horses to ride and blades to spar with and dresses upon dresses. He snickered every now and again thinking back on the first year of the Dragon Crisis, how one of the ones she'd had tailored had never arrived, and she sulked for weeks after. Last he heard, it wound up in the closet of some Thalmor general's daughter, but that was just gossip.

Frothar did his best to keep a subtle distance between the pair, but not too far as to get lost in the dark. Lanterns were a risk, so Dagny lead by a tiny candle and her hand cupped around the flame. The flickering illuminated the dust, the piles of hay, the musty stench that surrounded them filling his nose. "So, how come you knew of these tunnels, and I didn't?" He finally asked, Dagny stopping momentarily. Before he could ask why, she swayed the candle, dropping the hand that shielded the flame, metal on a small bench catching the gleam. A shrine to Talos, as solemn as the grave, buried deep beneath Dragonsreach. "These tunnels were built for times of war, didn't you pay attention? Farengar taught us all about them, but you just kept dozing off in his lessons." "Not my fault that he taught them on the Great Balcony," Frothar replied, thinking back on the early summer afternoons where the wizard taught them the history of their Hold - much to the dismay of both the children and the wizard himself - and the warmth of creeping sleep that Frothar did his best to resist, and failed fantastically on some days. He figured this must have been one of those days, and instead turned his attention to the shrine. The offerings were simple; coins, snowberries, and tundra cotton. Still, it sent a pang of familiarity through him, of the conversations his father and uncle had in secret, of Nelkir's idle gossip, the youngest being fully aware of their father's worship. Perhaps Frothar was the last of the siblings to become aware of this fact, and in a way, it sent another pang of worry into his heart. Did he miss even more important information? Was he truly sleeping through some of the lessons Farengar departed, the important ones? He didn't have any time to think this over, as Dagny trudged forward through the dark, winding her way through familiar pathways. Frothar fell in step behind her, not wanting to be left behind. He didn't want to know if he was right on the frost spiders being beneath the castle, or whether that was just his paranoia.

The door slid open with a loud, thunderous creak, the kind that made him wince and worry if anyone heard it. Dagny, unfazed, pushed through, blowing the candle out. Frothar looked at her with a knit brow, but Dagny waved it away. "I know my way through the tunnels," she explained. Apparently, she'd been doing this for a while. He looked out on the horizon. Whiterun sat in a basin of wide plains, between the rising mountains, much like the center of a delicate bowl. The wind brushed through his dark hair, and he stepped forward, grass crunching beneath his feet. He'd packed his things for this trek, but he had no idea just how much of his adventure was going to be him tracking down the dragon, or him trying to survive it. "Good luck. Oh, and Frothar? Next time Nelkir offers first, take it up, or I'm gonna have to drag you through the dusty basements again." He watched as Dagny turned and shut the door behind her, barring it. He was truly, completely on his own out here.

#skyrim #skyrim fic #fanfic #tes v #tesblr #tes fanfiction #skyrim fanfiction #bishop.txt #wip wednesday #frothar of whiterun #dagny of whiterun #dragonborn frothar #ldb #last dragonborn #my writing

[jaeger-pups]

Zekeren Modern AU; An emotional confession text from Eren

E: ...... im pissed rn. Like really pissed.

E: are you even awake..?

Z: Sorry, just finished in the shower. You ok?

E: no. No I'm fucking not ok. Im so aggravated

Z: need me to call you? I thought you were going out w/ friends.

E: no dont that'd just make it worse honestly.

Z: ...I'm not understanding, Eren. What's going on?

E: yea I went out. I'm still w everyone but.

Z: so what's the issue? Need me to pick you up? Feeling anxious?

E: idk I'm just...

E: Like fucking irritated. 🙄

Z: I wanna hear you out. Believe me, I do.

Z: but you're not making it easy.

Z: what's bothering you, little brother?

E: ...Can you pls not? 😑

Z: not what?

E: do that?? Don't do the big brother thing rn.

Z: Eren.

Z: seriously. Just tell me what's going on. You can call me if that's easier.

E: ....we're in the restaurant. I don't wanna go outside I feel like it'd be rude.

Z: okay then. 😮‍💨

Z: what's got you so anxious tho?

E: ...you still don't get it by now?? God that's frustrating. Like you have no idea, Zeke.

Z: i mean it'd be simpler to just let me know if I upset you...

E: you didn't upset me. God do you play this dense on purpose?? there's no way ur not doing it on purpose...

Z: I'm calling you.

E: nonono!!!

E: Don't pls I'm not trying to be difficult or moody im just...

E: I'm out w friends but... idk I guess i just wish I'd have made different plans this weekend.

Z: okay. Nothing wrong w/ that.

E: idk we got around to talking about partners & flings or whatever &...

E: I lied. About seeing someone.

Z: Seems harmless to me.

E: ...it wasn't believable tho. Like at all. I know it wasn't. I feel embarrassed.

Z: Ah, so that's what this is about?

Z: you're 18, Eren. You're really worried someone's gonna hold something like that over your head?

E: I'm not seeing anyone tho is the thing.

Z: Plenty of girls are interested in you, little brother. And you know it.

Z: lol you were just telling me so last weekend when you were over.

E: yea and I also told you im... different.

Z: Its not uncommon to be attracted to other men, Eren. We talked about that, too.

E: God you sound like my therapist 😓 pls don't talk like my therapist...

Z: Yelena does a great job w/ you, give her credit 😅and im just saying.

Z: so youre a little uncomfortable out w/ friends after telling a little white lie. Take a deep breath. You're working yourself up.

Z: no one's thinking about it that much. I guarantee it's all in your head.

E: maybe ur right but...

E: fuck am I really about to do this...?

Z: do what? If your anxiety's that bad let someone at the table with you know, Eren.

Z: don't need you having a panic attack out there. I'll come pick you up if you need me. I have no problem w/ that.

E: ...im okay.

E: but um. Confession time. Like... major confessions.

E: I opened up to Yelena about this a few weeks ago too.

Z: Ok take your time.

E: ......God my hearts pounding. 💀 holy shit

E: why am I doing this? I'm so scared you'll look at me differently.

Z: Eren. Talk to me. At this point I'm concerned.

E: .....

Z: Seriously wth could possibly have you this worked up?

Z: Tell me what it is. I'm not gonna judge you. You've been doing amazing w/ your therapy.

Z: i just don't wanna see you spiral again. You've been doing so well. I mean it. You have.

E: ...I'm in love with you.

E: like real actual love.

E: the fucked up kind of love you shouldn't have for your siblings.

E: or family members at all for that matter. I'm weird. Abnormal as shit. Its been that way since we met, Zeke.

E: I can't shake it. I can't fix it. I hate it.

E: and I was so fucking scared to ask if I could come over this weekend bc I finally opened up to Yelena about it and she didn't have the reaction i thought she would.

E: so I've been confused. And uncomfortable i guess. And I can't believe i told you this like wtfwtfwhyyyyiwannafuckingdieeeee

Z: Eren.

E: Ur creeped out, aren't you?

E: fuck im sorry

E: i literally never planned to talk about this ever.

Z: Eren.

E: I know it's cringe. I know it's gross. I know I'm weird.

Z: little brother

E: hm..? 😔

Z: it's ok. Calm down

E: ok?? Zeke this is definitely not ok do you know how long I've had this buried???

Z: had no idea, honestly. But I want you to know it's fine.

Z: it doesn't necessarily make me look at you differently either.

E: ...why the hell are you so calm about this? It's always weird how calm you are about things you should definitely lose your shit over.

E: there's nothing normal about your younger brother telling you he's got a crush on you, you absolute weirdo.😑

Z: I thought you were more paranoid about me having an adverse reaction lol

E: no I take it back this is way more odd.😣 i half expected you to get on my case about morals and whatnot

Z: Maybe your older brother's just open-minded.

E: ...or something. Idk.

Z: would you rather I snap? Push you away?

E: ...God no. I never thought I'd actually tell you tho. Ever.

Z: doesn't seem like it was healthier keeping it bottled up.

E: it wasn't but... like. What do we do about this? No offense but it's kind of taken a toll.

Z: what's yelena told you?

E: that I should talk to you, ironically.

E: I've never been in love before tho, Zeke. That's how I know it's different. How i know it's not... normal.

Z: Wanna know what I think?

E: ...idk. my hearts still going crazy. Even Jean's noticed how jittery I've gotten 😩 I can't win.

Z: I don't think it's ever occurred to you just how precious you are to me.

Z: I couldn't let us drift apart over something like this, Eren.

E: but so ur just totally unbothered after finding out I've been struggling w processing this? Pls make it make sense I'm so lost this isn't gonna fix this 😞

E: dad would lose it. Dad would make me see another therapist.

Z: I'm not Grisha.

E: yea clearly. Still doesn't make me feel like I'm not some kind of freak tho....

Z: why? 😏 don't think ur cute enough for reciprocation?

E: ...in all seriousness, could you pls not make light of this? My head literally cannot take it. I've got enough mental shit going on over it

Z: make light of it? What makes you think I could be so cruel?

Z: you're beautiful, little brother. Men and women can see that. People tell you so all the time.

E: Stop making me turn all red. People are noticing. Mikasa just asked who I'm texting.

E: I just lied again & told her I'm checking in with mom.🙄 Doesn't seem like it was believable either tho. I give up...

Z: See? You're fucking adorable. 😏

E: Zeeeeke!! 😩😩 shuddup, ur annoying

Z: You are tho. 😅

E: whatever. 😞Stop leading me on. That's what ur doing at this point. Toying w/ me. Amused?

Z: more like endeared lol.

Z: Ever considered whether your big brother may find you pretty? Interestingly androgynous? Privately enticing?

E: ...Leave me alone. There's no fucking way, liar.

Z: If that's what you think.

E: why wait so fucking long to tell me then if it's true??

E: why hasn't it messed you up as bad as its done me? Plus I've seen the kinds of women you fuck around w/ when you're in Paradis.

E: there's no way you think of me like that.

Z: Maybe I wasn't sure how you'd react. Maybe to me it was never worth letting you know & jeopardizing how close we've gotten if you didn't feel the same way.

Z: is it proof you need?

E: ...Zeke. Stop.

Z: You think I'm joking. Fair enough.

Z: I'll pick you up when you guys are finished. Just let me know when.

E: ur... serious? there's no way ur serious o-o

E: I'm so red. I'm gonna die zeke pls don't joke around. Armin can drop me off back home it's really not a big deal.....

Z: Stop being ridiculous, Eren. When have i ever told you you couldn't come over? Or dumped you off on someone else for transportation?

E: I just don't like to feel like im demanding attention. Or like I can't do things for myself.

E: Its getting a little late too. No need to make you drive out...

Z: Its fine. I wanna see you ;)

E: ...Really?

Z: Ofc. I was surprised when you told me you had different plans this weekend. Been over here so often lately lol

E: yea. Sorry I switched things up outta nowhere. I just didn't wanna... sulk I guess? Feeling... these feelings.

E: Around you. And being moody. And projective.

Z: Its fine. Glad you opened up.

Z: Take a deep breath. Eat w/ your friends. Big brother heard you. I see you. I understand.

E: Fucking God why are you so nice to me? I don't get it. I'll never get it, Zeke.

E: ....But thank you. Like... a whole fucking lot, big brother.

Z: Yw😏Put your phone down & interact w/ your friends. Call me when you guys are gonna leave. I'll be there.

E: okay. You're my favorite. I mean it.

#let me start by saying i do not at all know how i got the energy for this #but it was fun to let it get away from me & write itself #anyway heres a scenario no one asked for #zekeren #jikuere #texts

[rebeccatherine]

Sharon Carter & Peggy Carter · MCU

"I shall pretend to be surprised to find you working at your own birthday party."

"Aunt Peggy!" Sharon broke into a wide grin as she looked up from her textbook, but she didn't move from where she was sat cross-legged on her bed with a set of highlighters laid out in front of her. Peggy wasn't a hugger, and she preferred to go to people rather than let them come to her. "I'll be down soon," she assured her, "I just want to make sure I'm ready for my test on Monday."

"Ah, yes. Your mother did say you were top of the class. You wouldn't want to lose your reputation," Peggy said as she made her way over.

"And the sooner I can finish college, the sooner I can work on joining SHIELD."

Peggy didn't look surprised, and Sharon wouldn't have said anything if she'd expected her to be. In fact, Sharon thought she could see the slightest hint of a smile on her red-tinted lips as she sat down in front of her on the bed. Her great-aunt was pushing 80, but Sharon was convinced she'd never met a more elegant woman in her life, and she could only hope that some day she would look just as put together.

"Your mother certainly didn't say anything about that," Peggy noted.

Sharon exhaled, putting her open textbook down and taking a clump of her long blonde hair in her hands to fiddle with it. "She still thinks I'm going to change my mind," she explained.

Peggy gave a small nod. "I brought you something," she declared, making Sharon look up again. She handed over a rectangular white box with a silver ribbon wrapped neatly around it. "Happy Birthday, Shaz."

Sharon grinned again and eagerly began to tug at one end of the ribbon. It came apart easily and she opened the lid of the box to reveal her birthday gift: a stylish black thigh holster. Sharon's eyes grew wide as she looked at it then at Peggy, and when she picked it up to get a closer look, she saw that on the inside it bore an inscription in white: her initials, "S.C.".

"Oh my God," she said softly, "Aunt Peggy, can I...?" Sharon reached out her arms, raising her eyebrows hopefully.

"Oh, go on, then," Peggy declared, and Sharon leaned forward to hug her with a delighted laugh.

"Thank you so much. You really think I can do it?" Sharon asked, pulling away to sit back against her cushions. Had she been speaking to anyone else, she wouldn't have shown even a hint of uncertainty about her own abilities and the decision she'd made, but that didn't mean she didn't frequently have doubts in her mind. If Peggy believed in her, though, then she felt as though that was all that she really needed.

"I think you shouldn't completely ignore your mother. She loves you and she wants to be safe and happy, as do I," Peggy answered, "But I also know that you, my darling, are brilliant, and formidable, and capable of absolutely anything. Not to mention I know that nobody could have stopped me at your age from doing what I believed to be right."

"I can't just...I don't know, marry some guy and go be a real estate agent in the suburbs, not when there's so much happening in the world that I think I could be helping with," Sharon explained, "That'd keep me safe, but it wouldn't make me happy."

"I know," Peggy assured her, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, "But it is your 21st birthday, which is rather an important one in this country, and you are allowed to go out and get sloshed for a night."

"Sloshed? I like that one," Sharon said with a small chuckle, "I will try to enjoy myself, I promise."

"Yes, do," Peggy insisted, "And please go dancing."

"Dancing?" Sharon echoed.

"You'll never regret having danced, Sharon. I can promise you that."

#Sharon Carter #Peggy Carter #Drabbles #Marvel #MCU #Sharon Carter Month

[knowlessman]

doo doo DOO dooo, doo doo dootdoot doo, doo doo DOO doo, doo doo DOOTDOOTDOO dootdoo (bnha s2e21-25)(it's the FI-NAL EX-AM…)

(excuses re quirks and skimpy costumes, midnight and mt lady catfight) why

okay this OP might slap actually, the higher voice gives some idfk contrast or whatnot, makes it interesting. that and the generally more… introspective (?) tone of voice of the main singer? idfk I like this one

I hear tell we start getting less mineta at some point, when's that? ( :

bakugo studies?

…idk what I think about momo tbh. mid, I guess. kind of a Captain Carrot almost, except not OP; she doesn't even get to, like, win. the competence and likability are there, but Carrot's acknowledged overpoweredness and impossibly-perfect benevolence give him a compelling weirdness that momo doesn't have. momo doesn't stand out any more than kyoka does, but kyoka has a "cool teenager" personality and a rad costume.

don't try to make me relate to laserguts (he apparently got the 18th-highest score out of 20, also tho who in the entire fuck grades midterms by ranking the students what the shit is that)

…this blonde guy from B is the most forgettable little shit who ever lived, is he the guy with the Ditto ability from the horseplay event, that I wanted to not have to hate? : / -- k, Ninja Misty's name is Kendo and also she does have a name, she could turn out cool even if she doesn't seem to get a lot of screentime outside of hitting whatshisname

yaoyorozu. yaoyorozu. is it just because they're less common letters? is that why that one's harder to remember than uraraka? idfk

"I'm gonna do better than you, deku, whether you like it or not! you too, guy who only lost to me because he couldn't decide whether to tie one arm behind his back and was eminently unbothered about the result anyway!" vegeta gonna vegeet

"this time, you'll be fighting against the teachers!" … fun? this show has too many fun bits wtf it's almost just jojo but with a plot, no, more than one plot at a time, that actually have enjoyable writing in them -- curious if we'll see what Tonka Tough and… I can't even think of a joke for this one, but like, new surprises, this show is a neverending fucking birthday it's unreal

"deku and vegeta are a te my fucking gawd this is gonna be hell on a stick icanteven -- "oh and they're fighting jesus" vince mcmahon with laser eyes

obviously they would put the pervert against the other pervert smh

…wanna figure out whether they meant "if one escapes you win" or "if BOTH escape you win" but trying to understand what the rules are in this show has not proven fruitful so far so wever

so sato is basically choji from naruto then. meh -- 'XD almost surprised they could get the rights for the oraora but then I forgot Japan is a bit less Scrooge McDuck about copyright

(froppy and tokoyami) ah k so mr grin does clones… of some kind -- …I was not expecting Team Ice Climbers to be a thing, but I'm not NOT here for it -- (froppy doing...?) uh. -- 0_0 oh! oh, she can just regurgitate stuff, phew 'XD I misremembered what she said her other power was and thought the bird was gonna throw her stomach across the finish line

(iida and ojiro) "FUSION!" facepalm -- "you're going to have to toss me" counter is at 2. not complaining, I just think it's funny that that might end up being a common tactic here -- facepalm while looking back over the notes again iida is yoshi

(yaoyorozu and todoroki) "unless you've got a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice…" at least they paired her with another professional -- if we could just stop putting the 15-yo's chest in center screen that'd be great -- more to the point tho she Got To Do Things and had them work so good on that. and even when she wasn't sure of her own plan, she made the matryoshkas as flashbangs to begin with. you love to see it

(uraraka and laserguts) "do you like deku?" "WAAAA :O" lets go and flies backward then turns into a flying kick on sheer instinct mission failed successfully 'XD

(mina and kaminari) "I wonder how the principal will fight" this is gonna be REAL stupid, can't wait -- eh. 's good. no notes.

fuck yeah, been wondering what Korg's quirk is. also jiro's here too, happy bout that too -- oh, animals -- aye, mic's a hard counter to both. hm -- "these puny little ants outnumber him a hundred to" I mean yeah you get it -- 'XD koda doesn't like them either tho. Gonta Gokuhara, he is not

(hagukure and shoji) hagukure continues to mostly only be there for perv jokes -_-

(worst character and the tape guy) yeah this one's gonna be annoying. maybe they'll just skip it and do a cutaway thing saying they lost because mineta's worthless -- goddammit this fucker gets half a whole episode -- whoop de doo. she isn't attached to her whip tho… -- why'd that work? she fucking let him go for no reason. she wasn't even stuck to the ground herself, I don't think.

…I don't think I have anything going on tomorrow and my sleep pattern's already fucked, hell with it, might as well finish out the season here

"god explosion murder: origins" we know his origins, he has an inferiority complex because he was the king bully in a small town and thought he was the only kid who was gonna get into a big-name school, and he's just now being confronted with the fact that bluster and ego stop getting you anywhere past a point (when you aren't born a zillionaire) -- gonna be hard to talk vegeta out of flunking himself; best-case for deku is all might knocks him out and deku somehow pulls a win out of nowhere. I just really don't see bakugo getting nearly enough character development in nearly enough time to pass this, he's solidified too dense -- "you've been saying the greatest hero always wins since we were kids." yeah and he just stopped forming memories after that -- toss counter at 3 'XD -- JEEZUS, all might pulling the pro Smash player moves with that recoil tackle

-- well, I was sort of right about bakugo being knocked out. tbh tho I'm amazed that he let deku even touch one of his gauntlets, let alone fire one. he makes it hard not to underestimate and think the worst of him, but he keeps being scarily capable of cramming tactics into his head along with the piles and piles and piles of violence and hatred and self-hype

does it count as bakugo learning something from deku if what he learned was how to break himself in a bloodyminded grasp, not even for the moon, just to pass an exam, so that somebody has to fix him?

"some moved toward a new goal…" (shows uraraka) some got through on pure and unadulterated luck you mean

oh yeah, Handface and The Darkness are things. forgot about them. -- THE DANCING BOY HE'S HERE -- and, uh, Stab-Girl

I guess this one sets up the next season? we'll see

okay so I was understanding right that handface still doesn't like anything about stain and his "ideals," at least we're right side up on that. -- The Darkness is a good manager. spookily good.

uh. so. mr everything-i-touch-i-break has an arm around deku. did he just, like, win? -- …tea. frankly I dint know he wanted anyth - I'm sorry?

-- i -- …um. moving on? I think?

stain masks. freedom of merch, I guess : / getting weird with it this episode, I guess

"he yammered on about why he was doing what he was doing and got all over the news. I attacked a school for no explicit reason at all and everybody forgot about me. what's his secret, why are his ratings so much better than mine?"

uraraka could have wandered in from, it feels like, 60% of all the anime in existence. however, she does sometimes - well… the one time she really had her own plan was against bakugo and it didn't work, I dunno whether I can confidently say that she Gets To Do Things significantly more often than Sakura so far. : /

huh. not even an outro, then. but, uh, yeah, plot and things. quarter to five.

#knowless watches bnha

[leejeann]

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#my depressive episode came back a couple hours ago #and i know currently its because i'm just tired and need to sleep a while #but i also have some work i need to get done first so I don't have to do it later #so like damn if my brain could just wait like an hour before trying to break down #that'd be great just let me finish my wORK AH #me@me chill you just need a nap #lowkey wish i would just talk to literally anyone about it #but like it's stuff i've never really been able to #and I don't even know how to bring it up to the like 2 people i really talk to #i damn sure can't talk to my family about it #for various reasons #ugh i'm just tired #sorry i just needed to vent a little and vaguely #delete later

[resident-mercie]

Carlos Oliveira - Fluff Fic.

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Coffee For Carlos - Chapter 6.

it's been a long while since the last chapter, i apologise! definitely very long overdue.

"Alright, we're here." Carlos shot you a smile, fiddling in his pocket to find his keys. It hadn't taken you particularly long to get to Carlos' home, but it was quite amazing to feel how different the atmosphere was from the hustle and bustle of the city.

It was a quaint little cottage, amongst similar others in its cul-de-sac. However, Carlos' place had a lot of character to it – in particular, his yard was adorned with brightly coloured blooms and shrubbery that set it apart from every other building near by. Seemed like Carlos had a knack for gardening as well as coffee.

Carlos pushed the door open, before flicking the lights on quickly, and helping you with the two boxes you decided to take with you – one with your clothes and basic necessities, and the other contained your precious typewriter.

"Alright, I can help you unpack tomorrow, if you'd like. Neither of us are working tomorrow, so you can sleep in, unpack, and see about phoning up whoever your landlord is and see if we can end the lease if you'd like?"

"Sure." You gave Carlos a weary smile, tired from the general stress of the day. Not to mention it was late.

"I'm sorry Newbie, I completely forgot how late it was. Go make yourself comfortable. I'll go and prepare some bedding for you."

Carlos' house was surprisingly colorful and cosy. You curled up in his soft blue loveseat sofa, slowly drifting off into your slumber as soon as your head hit a cushion...

You awoke with a bit of a start. The sun blared through the windows, which were slightly ajar, letting a drift of summer breeze in. Gently sitting up, you pushed the colorful knitted bedding away, before standing up and stretching after your rest. Only now did you realise that there was a faint sizzling sound emanating from the kitchen. Were those pancakes you could smell?

"Ah! Hey Newbie." Carlos smiled at you as you wandered into the kitchen. "You fell asleep as soon as you sat down last night. I decided to give you some bedding incase you wanted any." Carlos was in his pajamas - grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, but had an apron tied around him which had been splattered with pancake batter.

"You thirsty? I can fix you up some fresh orange juice."

"That'd be great, thank you Carlos." You gave him a smile, before taking a seat at the little table that was in the kitchen. "You didn't have to make me breakfast, you know."

"Hey! You're my guest. Of course I have to. Plus I really like baking." Carlos gave you a grin, setting a glass of fresh orange and a plate of chocolate chip pancakes at the table. "Dig in. They're all yours."

They were really delicious too - some people might've called "heaven on a plate" a bit of an overexaggaration, but they were that damn good.

"Okay, I have to ask." You swallowed another mouthful of pancake. "Just who the hell are you, and how are you this good at making breakfasts and coffee?"

Carlos looked at you and laughed, taking his own seat at the table, a newspaper in hand. "That's a secret, I'm afraid."

"Not even a hint?" You laughed back at him, twirling your fork around. "Hey, are you not eating? These are so good!"

Carlos shook his head. "No, that's your breakfast. I'll make myself some toast in a bit or something."

"C'mon!" You smiled, fidgeting in your chair. "Just a bite?"

"Fine!" Carlos rolled his eyes, grinning. "Just a bite. Remember it's YOUR breakfast."

Rather than leaving Carlos to get his own piece with his own fork, almost instinctively, you cut off a bit of pancake using your fork, holding it out for him. You didn't even realise what you'd done.

Carlos graciously took the piece of pancake from your fork with his mouth, as you still held it out for him. Neither of you had realised what had happened.

"See! I told you you're a really good cook. Feel free to take some more. I don't think I can finish this myself."

"I might have to take you up on that." Carlos blushed slightly, standing up to get another fork from the kitchen drawer. "Although, this time I think I'll feed myself."

The realization hit you suddenly, that you'd fed Carlos from your fork without thinking. Anyone from afar would think that you were a couple.

"Ah jeez, I'm sorry!" You blushed too, trying to laugh off your embarrassment. "I'll leave you to it."

"Don't worry about it. It was pretty sweet actually."

The two of you spent your day off attending to real world business you needed to try and get sorted. Carlos phoned the landlord on your behalf, mostly because you felt a little too awkward phoning them yourself after your first night in the city. Amazingly enough, he managed to get your lease terminated, meaning that you were free to stay with Carlos.

"Are you sure you don't want me to pay anything, Carlos? I feel really bad staying here without contributing. Kinda like a leech."

"Don't worry about it, Newbie. I couldn't get a refund for the rent this month, so I don't want you paying out of pocket. We'll figure something out from there if you're so insistent, but seriously, I don't mind."

The last thing on the itinerary was to unpack. Carlos had space in his wardrobe upstairs for the clothes you brought with you, and let you keep the typewriter safe in his office room. Seeing your clothes all mingled together in the same wardrobe was pretty heartwarming, honestly.

The evening rolled around, which left you watching TV in the living room while Carlos fixed dinner. You felt bad that he was going all out to make sure you were comfortable here, while you wondered if you were giving enough back.

"Are you sure you don't want any help, Carlos?" You yelled from the living room, before Carlos appeared in a clean apron with a smile.

"It's all under control, I promise. You don't owe me anything."

He'd made casserole for dinner, and the two of you resumed your positions at the table from earlier this morning, laughing and chatting as you ate.

"Sorry if I'm a pain at all, Carlos. I feel bad that I'm staying here without giving anything in return."

"Don't be like that. Having company is more than enough." Carlos took your hand in reassurance, and you smiled.

"Oh, by the way, are you comfortable on that couch down there? I feel bad that I'm taking the bed if you're down here all uncomfortable."

"I'm okay, I promise!" You gave a nod back, not wanting to take the guy's bed as well.

"Well, what I was going to ask you is—" Carlos cleared his throat. "My bed is pretty big, a queen size, I think. I wouldn't mind— well, I wouldn't mind sharing it with you, if you'd be comfortable with that. I'd sleep on the other end of the bed obviously. I just– well, I don't want you to be down there alone."

Carlos was blushing. And honestly? So were you.

#biohazard 2 remake #jill valentine #re2 claire #re2 leon #re2make #re3 remake #resident evil #carlos oliveira #nemesis #fanfic #re3 carlos #carlos oliveira x reader #resident evil 3 #re3make

[skellebonez]

How's about 45 and 54 where canon MK finds himself in the Inverted AU Universe? Because I think that'd be funny

Poor MK is having the second worst day of his entire life. This is not the situation he should be in AFTER THE FINALE. This would have been way different if I wrote this when you sent it in, but now you get a very sad Monkie Kid.

You may technically be an adult, but you’re still my child./ Yeah well dying generally puts a damper on things.

When MK was knocked out they were on the deck of the drone ship, fighting off some kind of demon that the White Bone Spirit had taken under her control.

When MK woke up they were on the sandy shores of Mount Huaguo surrounded by baby monkeys and one Six-Eared Macaque looking down at them with a face of great concern.

“Are you-” Macaque started to ask them, unable to finish his sentence when MK screamed and kicked out and just barely missed making contact that would have sent him flying backwards into the nearest tree. “Whoa, no, it’s alright! I’m not-”

“What did you do to me this time, Macaque!?” MK yelled, looking around for a weapon, any weapon, something they could use to defend themself. Their eyes fell on something familiar, something that shouldn’t exist anymore and they froze at the sight of red and gold.

“Little one, is your name MK?” Macaque asked softly, holding up his hands as he slowly walked forward back toward the started and confused young adult before him. “I found you washed up on the shore. You need to lay back down, you’re still-”

Macaque let out a yelp of surprise as MK dove, hand firmly grasping the familiar warm-cold center of the staff.

But it felt... wrong, somehow.

They didn’t let go.

"OK, WHAT IS HAPPENING!?" MK shouted, holding the stolen staff in front of them as they turned on the immortal monkey that was their one time mentor. "Is this Jin and Yin again? Is this the Calabash!? Did they change it so my stuff doesn’t work in it anymore!? I'm not falling for that again!"

"I'm sorry, the what?" A new voice rang from behind him. One a little... too familiar...

It was MK. It shouldn't be possible, not if the Calabash was working the same way it had worked before, but it was them. But not.

Like... the way the staff felt.

The Other MK standing in the too bright sun wore a stark sky blue and black instead of his signature orange and red, a large hefty backpack in that same blue slung over his back. And he was... tall. Not unusually tall, just taller than MK was. And also looked incredibly angry as he carried a box of medical supplies.

"The... Calabash..." MK repeated, holding the staff closer to their chest with a nervous gulp. Their hands twisted around the staff nervously, hoping the repetitive action would ground them against the repeating 'THERE IS ANOTHER YOU STARING AT YOU WHAT THE HELL' whizzing in their head. "This... this isn't Jin and Yin again after all, is it?"

MK gulped again, blinking as their vision swam suddenly and their head felt like it was filled with... something. Like liquid but if it was as light as air.

"I don't know which answer would be better for you," Macaque said softly, honesty palpable in his tone. Something so odd for the Monkie Kid to hear in their ears with that voice. "But no. We are very much real."

"Oh..." MK said plainly. "Oh that's bad. That's... Oh boy..."

Before their eyes rolled back in their head and they passed out they were pretty sure they saw a few more overly familiar faces rushing to them.

~

When MK woke a second time they were once again moved, but to somewhere else far less familiar than the shores of Mount Huaguo and the drone ship... but also too familiar. They also now realized that their head hurt... a lot. Like, a lot a lot.

“Finally, you’re back from the brink of death,” that same overly familiar voice rang our in their ear. They snapped their head to the side, regretting it instantly as it made their vision swim again and lights pop in front of their eyes. “Hey, no, don’t do that!"

The other MK jumped up, kneeling down in front of them and poked them in the forehead. His scowl didn’t seem to let up in the slightest, but it tilted in a way that felt more concerned than angry.

"... why am I looking at my own face?" MK asked, not sure whether they should continue to stare at their own face or to look anywhere else to keep their brain from short circuiting trying to process what the actual hell was happening.

“Considering you were able to pick up my staff,” the other MK said, removing his finger and gesturing to the rod that was still across MK’s chest (how had he not noticed the extra weight of it still in his hand?). “I’d say we have some kind of multi-dimensional bullshitery going on here. Unless you’re, somehow, a robot made of the same shit Red used to get the that thing in the first place, but I don’t think robots bleed from head injuries.”

Ah. That would explain why his head felt like someone had cracked it open and shoved cotton balls into it.

MK looked around, taking in the stark white walls and the overly clean smell and the clean white sheets they were laid on.

“... am I at the hospital?”

“Oh, absolutely!” Other MK yelled, raising his arms in frustration as he paced the room in a familiar excess of energy. “But unfortunately for us you don’t exactly exist here! So we’re figuring out a way to make them believe you’re me with some really fucked up memories my dude! Which is easier with, you know.”

The other MK knocked on his head twice, wincing a bit as the second knock seemed to be harder than intended.

“... but you’re..?”

“I snuck in.”

“OK, well, thanks for the help,” MK started, sitting himself up with more than a little struggle. “But I need to figure out what the heck happened and get back to-!”

“Oh no you don’t!” Other MK said, jumping on the bed and standing over him. That was... well, MK would definitely say that was a very weird but effective way of keeping someone from getting up. “Macaque already ran off without letting me stop him, I barely got him to take some backup, to figure out what in the hell is happening. You are me and I know myself and if you ever tell anyone this I will end you, but you are way too injured to be doing anything right now!”

“I have to do something, Other Me-”

“No, oh no I hate that, just call me Blue,” the other MK said, the scowl on his face softened ever so slightly once again. Just slightly. “It’s a lot better than ‘other me’. And there’s nothing we can do until Macaque gets us some answers.”

"So... what, Blue? Am I just supposed to sit around and wait for someone to come and rescue me if he finds nothing!?" MK snapped, grip on their staff tightening so much that their knuckles paled and creaked in stress. "Just do nothing while who knows what happens to my friends!?"

"No," Blue said, placing his hand on MK's shoulder and frowning when the other shrugged it off and curled in on themselves. "But hurting yourself isn't going to help you get back to them. And as long as you’re here you’re my responsibility.”

“I’m a grown ass adult, you should know that.”

“Yeah, well, dying generally puts a damper on things and you’re not so adult that you can’t escape death,” Blue said, letting himself fall back into a sitting position on the bed. “Unless you got to keep your invulnerability or something, but given the crack in your noggin that doesn’t seem... like...” Blue trailed off, looking at MK with an odd expression. “... are you ok? Like. Emotionally?”

“Huh?”

“You’re crying.”

MK wrestled with one of their hands to free it’s iron grip on the staff (not their staff, their staff was gone, they had to remind themselves that their staff was gone and... and so was so much else), raising to their cheek to discover that at some point in Blue’s retort they had indeed started crying.

“... what happened to you?”

“It’s a long story,” MK said, wiping their face on their arm (they now realized they were wearing hospital dressing). “I...” They grabbed the staff with their now free hand again, twisting the grip carefully and freeing the iron hold their other hand had. “Can I just... keep this for a bit longer?”

Blue looked at MK, looking between the other him and the staff that was rightfully his before sighing and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Not like I need it right this second,” he said, his scowl vanishing completely as he stood and yanked over his backpack and put it back on after he pulled a baseball cap out and squished his hair into it and pulled it down to cover his face. “There’s gonna be someone here with you at all times until you get out, just to keep you in the loop of what’s going on here. We’ll figure out where you’re staying if Mac doesn’t figure out a way to get you home by tonight.” He moved toward the entrance to the room, turning back before opening it. “I’ll be back, I gotta restock my bag. There’s a couple people who wanna talk to you already... don’t... freak out.”

Before MK could ask what Blue meant the young man opened the door and slipped out, talking to someone just out of his line of vision before running off down the hall.

And then they saw the overly familiar sight of Pigsy and Tang... except they weren’t.

Pigsy, their Pigsy, was always in a chef’s uniform unless he was sleeping. Rough edges softened when he smiled or looked at MK or Mei with that exasperated look that MK knew meant he cared. Tang, their Tang, was a scholar who looked the part in every way, old fashioned clothes and books in hand. Always smiling when he could manage it and carefree.

This Pigsy was.. soft. And fluffy. Literally soft and fluffy. And wore oversized sweaters and smiled in a way that fit more on someone else’s face but felt right at home on his. This Tang was...

Well, the only way MK could think to describe the man before them was “skinny biker with probably hidden muscles who would kick your ass”. He looked the same but his hair was more wild, sunglasses pushing his bangs up, decked out in a (probably fake) leather jacket... but he had the same scarf.

And he and Pigsy were holding hands.

“I suppose you already know who we are,” the biker version of Tang said, smile on his face very awkward and seeming somewhat forced in a “I don’t know if this is helping but I’m gonna try” kind of way. “And we know who... you are. Kinda.”

“Yeah,” MK responded, thinking for a moment back to when he was found on the beach. “Were you... were you the ones with Blue, the other me, on Mount Huaguo?”

“Yeah,” the soft Pigsy said and... wow, hearing that voice say something so gently so casually was throwing him through a loop. “M-Blue was convinced we needed to get out of the city for the day and brought us along for his training. We didn’t expect to find... well, another him...” Pigsy frowned, the first one MK saw on his face and it felt so much more openly worried than their own Pigsy’s scowls. “How are you feeling?”

MK looked down at the staff in their hands, then back up to the two men in front of them.

They weren’t the two people MK considered father figures. They weren’t. But they were. And as MK tried to process this they felt their breathing speed up faster and faster and faster until-

“Hey,” Tang said, gentle and soft voice breaking MK from their racing thoughts as he reached out to put a hand in MK’s hair but stopped himself short. Probably in remembering that they weren’t Blue. “You can stay with us if you want. Once you’re discharged and if you need somewhere to stay.”

Well... that didn’t help at all.

No.

Instead it opened the floodgates and MK started crying harder than they had since the final fight with the White Bone Spirit, curling in on themselves as the last few days and what had transpired really hit them.

“What the FUCK did you do!?” He heard his own voice shout from the doorway.

~

It looked like PIgsy’s apartment. But not.

MK’s hands clenched at air, wishing they still had the staff for comfort. But no, they insisted that Blue take it back when they were discharged.

Blue was still the Monkie Kid after all. He needed the staff to fight.

MK... was just MK here. And they couldn’t fight, not while recovering from their injuries anyway.

But oh how they wish they hadn’t given it back. It felt so right and yet so wrong to hold it. They didn’t realize how much they had grown attached to the object until it was...

“MK?” Once again Pigsy’s voice startled him, not for the first time since they arrived at the apartment and MK took up the extra bedroom that this world’s counterpart had once stayed in until the apartment above the shop opened up for them. “Do you need anything?”

“No,” they responded, hands gripping the edge of their jacket in an attempt to hold something solid. It wasn’t the same. “I can handle myself.”

“I know you can, but you don’t have to,” Pigsy said, coming into the room holding a cup of water and putting it on the nightstand. “And you don’t have to talk to us, if you don’t want to... but it’d probably help. Even if you just ramble about something.”

Had this been the other Pigsy he probably would have something something like “You may technically be an adult, but you’re still my child”. Something firm and gruff and filled with underlying affection for the younger adult. But this Pigsy... there was some of that there. A firmness to his words, though the gruffness was missing. But he could feel the affection he must have had for Blue transferring to themself, the knowledge that they weren’t the same person holding most of it back.

But it was still there.

And MK hadn’t really talked to anyone since the short lived argument with Blue.

“... You uh...” they started, chuckling quietly as they twisted their fingers together. “You said you own a flower shop? My Pigsy, uh... he, runs a noodle shop.”

It wasn’t going to help. MK was certain that talking about their family and friends and how different they were would probably make how he felt worse.

But sitting there and ignoring it would make it worse far quicker in their mind.

So MK talked. For hours. Eventually Tang joined the two, both listening as MK recalled all the differences and similarities and...

Well. They listened. Just like their own Pigsy and Tang would.

... they wondered if they would ever get to go back.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #fanfic #gen fic #inverted au #crossover #mk #Qi Xiaotian #six eared macaque #pigsy #tang #freenoodleshipping #(implied) #MK is having a BAD day and eventually all your emotions catch up to you and you break like a dam #i used they for mk and he for Blue because it got very confusing writing the two of them without referring to their clothing color constant

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The party ended but the yelling didn't stop. It had been about an hour since everyone left and about three since Eren saw Jean last. You were picking up a mess in the kitchen with Eren when he slammed his hands on the counter.

You jumped up and your eyes snapped towards him. His head was lowered and his breathing was ragged.

"Eren?" You made your way to his side of the room and placed a gentle hand on his arm. He turned to face you.

"Sorry." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a hug. Your hands around his shoulders while his head rested in the crook of your neck. "When will they stop?" His voice was muffled against your skin.

You sighed, "I don't know. I hope soon or before Armin gets home at least." Your right hand carefully made its way into his gnarled hair.

He let out a huff against your shoulder. "Let's try to get some sleep, Eren. We can stay in the basement tonight, yeah?" You whispered. He nodded and pulled back.

The yelling coming from Mikasa's room grew louder as you passed the stairs. You opened the basement door and followed Eren down the stairs.

"You can take the bed." You offered and slumped on the couch. Eren nodded and waved sleepily while heading to the basement bedroom.

The next morning Armin had woken you up in a panic. "Y/n! Y/n, wake up!"

"What? What's going on?" You sat up, alert now.

"Mikasa's gone! Jean said she only left a letter. What the hell happened last night?" Armin's eyes were wide and he was visibly stressed.

"Mikasa's what? What do you mean she's gone? She can't be gone. Where's the letter? Did you read it?" You stood and gripped Armin's shoulders.

"Jean has the letter. She wasn't here when I came home and he was sitting on the stairs with it in his hand."

"When did you get home?"

"Maybe fifteen minutes ago."

You let go of Armin and scrambled up the stairs as fast as you could. Your eyes darted around for Jean when you saw he wasn't on the stairs like Armin had left him. 

"Jean? Jean where the hell are you?"  You were panicked.

The air started to feel stale as you racked your mind for an answer. Where was Jean? Where was Mikasa? Why did she leave so suddenly? What was in the letter? Would you get to find out? When will she come back? Why didn't she say goodbye?

You walked fast-paced through your house, searching for Jean. When you got to the kitchen, you noticed a stray piece of paper on the counter. You picked it up and realized it was what you thought it was.

Mikasa's tear-stained letter was in your hands.

"Dear friends, I'm leaving. Expect not to see me for a long time. I have a lot to think about. I can't be in the band right now. Not like this. Jean- I don't want to see you. Eren- I hope you'll forgive me. Armin- Go see the sea. Y/n- If only you knew. With love, Mikasa."

Your hand had come up to your mouth while processing her letter. Tears spilled down your cheeks as the realization sunk in. She was really gone and you had no idea when you'd get to see her again.

"Y/n, wake up. You fell asleep. We're at your house." Sasha nudged you and you were brought back to reality. Somewhere along the road, you and her switched spots so now you were on the passenger side.

"Ah, my neck hurts." You said bitterly while rubbing the spot your neck was previously, and unfortunately, resting on the door.

"Yeah, that's what happens when you fall asleep in a car," Connie spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You flicked his forehead. "Hey, what'd you do that for?" He clawed at his head.

You said your goodbyes to the two and entered your house. It was now late afternoon, and Eren was back home.

"Where the hell have you been, tootsie? You look awful." He pointed his spoonful of Nutella at me in disgust. 

"Thanks, Eren. You're a real charmer." You gave a sarcastic smile before grabbing a spoon and joining him on the counter. "I've been out with Sasha and Connie. Where have you been all day?"

"Mind your business, L/n." 

You scoffed as he shoved the Nutella into your arms. "The hypocrisy." You muttered.

"Why isn't this house clean?" He looked at the living room and raised his hands in mock outrage.

"I'm not a cleaning lady! If you want it cleaned so badly, do it yourself!" You twisted the Nutella cap back on the container and tossed your spoon into the sink.

"But whenever I do it, you say it's wrong!" He whined.

"Eren, the dryer sheets go over the dryer and the detergent goes over the washing machine! What is so hard to grasp about that? That's how it's always been! But you probably wouldn't know, since you never do your own laundry." You clutched the counter in annoyance. 

"They're both on the same shelf! What's the issue?" He said, exasperated.

"What are you two on about?" Armin sauntered into the room and sat on a kitchen stool.

"Eren can't clean for shit."

"Hey!" He glared. You stuck your tongue out in his direction.

Armin laughed lowly. "You guys bicker like an old married couple."'

"How dare you say that! I would never marry him! Gross!" You made vomiting motions and fake retched.

Eren smirked. "Well, if things don't work out between you and Mikasa, I'm always around." He tittered.

"Eren, I'm literally gay." You deadpanned.

Armin let out a hearty laugh. "She's got you there." They grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and bit into it.

Before Eren could respond, the kitchen door opened to reveal Jean out of breath in the doorway. "Good evening fellow friends!"

"What's your deal?" Eren raised an eyebrow, referring to Jean's drenched form.

"It started raining. Pretty harshly." Jean wrung out his coat over the stairs.

"Sucks to suck!" Eren's hand slammed on the counter while the other was pointed at Jean.

"Any news on Mikasa?" You asked gingerly.

"Not anything new. As far as I'm concerned, I'm still picking her up at the airport tomorrow," Jean reassured. 

"Should we throw her a welcoming party or something?" Eren suggested. Everyone looked at him like he was a moron. His eyes narrowed. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Are you crazy? She left because of what happened at a party! Why would she want one now? Do you want to drive her away again? Mikasa has never been the party type, anyways." You exclaimed while crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Eren put his hands up in defense. "Sheesh, it was just an idea."

"Yeah, a real dumbass idea." Jean seethed.

To prevent a fight, you interjected, "We have this whole house to clean. If you want a good welcoming gift, you'll help me clean it." You gestured to the several messes in your line of sight.

Eren shifted his glare to you. "Where do I start, then?" He gritted his teeth.

"You can start with your filthy room, and then the basement since you're down there the most." You smiled sweetly and quickly spoke up again before he could protest. "Jean, you can do your room and the rooms on this floor, not mine though. Armin, you already keep the waterfront looking great, but if you could do a sweep-through of the deck that'd be awesome. Also, can you do the office upstairs? I can do everything else."

Everyone nodded and started to clean their designated areas. You went upstairs to finish Mikasa's room and then start on the others. You had already finished with your room. You stopped in front of her door and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

Several hours later, the four of you were slouched on the couch, mindlessly staring at a random movie on tv. Jean had tried his best to get comfortable but just ended up upside down. Eren was lying down with his head in your lap and his legs sprawled over Jean, much to his dismay. Armin had a blanket around himself and was leaning on you whilst trying his best to stay awake.

It was close to midnight and you all had a big day ahead of you. "I'm exhausted." Eren groaned from your lap. 

"I second that." Jean lazily raised his hand in the air.

"Me too. I'm headed up to bed. Goodnight everyone." Armin yawned and made his way up the stairs, occasionally tripping on their blanket.

"So am I. Eren get your scrawny legs off me!" Jean hurriedly tried to shimmy off the couch.

"Shut up, horse face! Don't tell me what to do." Eren grumbled while lifting his head off of you. You stood up after him. He sure was a pain when he was tired.

"Goodnight to you losers. Sleep well." He said groggily while going to the basement instead of his actual room. You stretched and headed to your room.

"Aren't you going to get up, Jean?" You rubbed your eyes sleepily.

"Yeah, you go on to bed." He waved you off while struggling to get off the floor. You chuckled softly.

After you got changed into your pajamas, you collapsed on your bed with a heavy sigh, taking a look through your old texts with Mikasa one last time.

posted: 8/25/21

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#mikasa ackerman #mikasa x you #mikasa x reader #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #band au #modern au

[undergrounddweller89]

NOTE : THIS IS A SPIES IN DISGUISE AU, WALTER IS THE CRIMINAL MASTER MIND AND KILLIAN IS THE SCIENTIST

THIS DEFINITELY CONTAINS SEXY TIMES

Not well written though probably and I tend to rarely go through my work to look for mistakes.

Despite Killian being kidnapped and handcuffed EVERY THING IS CONSENSUAL... Tristan is crazy obsessed with Beckett so he's very happy.

Now you've had your warning you read this instead of scrolling past that's on you, lemon is a tag used for stuff like this but if you feel like there are other tags I need to use please do tell me!)

The bag was stuffy, head phones covered his ears, they'd knocked off his glasses in their struggle to capture him, he could barely see without them.

Now his hands were cuffed behind his back, a hand on each upper arm, honestly Tristan was terrified, the car ride seemed a life time, though realistically it was only ten to fifteen minutes long.

He'd pleaded saying he was a no body just a scientist the agency threw in the corner and that no one ever took him seriously.

He was hunched, trying to tuck his head into his shoulders, so this was how he was going to die.

He felt every bump of the car and turn, trying to map out where he was going but he didn't recognise this route, usually he rode every where on his bicycle, deep blue with a silver bell and a basket on the front to pick up dinner on his way home...

Home where he could research the Criminal Master mind Walter Beckett ...to a near unhealthy obsession...alright it was unhealthy when you imagined him pushing you back against the table parting your thighs, fucking you and making you look at him by holding your head with his clawed hand....

Fuck was he going to die thinking about Walter, a man who didn't even known he existed...well he had no one, nothing living to care about...he might as well think of someone who made him happy even if only in his fantasies before he died right.

He was pulled from the car where he tried kicking at his handlers, Tristan didn't get very far though as one of them punch his gut winding him, he was wheezing as he was taken out of the vehicle.

"You know he's gonna kill you for that right."

The first handler smacked the second on the back of the head

"Only if this limp dick tells him, he's too much of pussy to squeal."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, but Im not covering your ass."

He was dragged through the facility, Tristan refused to make it easy to carry him and went limp.

Both handlers groaned, fuck, great a difficult one, well the first wasn't going to risk hurting him into compliance and the second knew he was on thin ice, if that punch had bruised him their boss was literally going to kill him.

Other workers watched as they went by, another two carried Tristans legs who now tried to struggle again, what the hell was going on!

He was sat in a chair with ease, after all their boss was right there, the workers didn't dare handle him as if he were anything less than a handle with care package with fragile taped all over him.

"Well are you going to take that off him, it's a little hard for dramatic entrances when he can't even see me."

"Yes sir, right away."

The bag was pulled off swiftly with the headphones clattering to the floor.

Tristan squinted, everyone looked like blurs, he could see faces only as different coloured splodges, his hair sticking up in different angles, shoulders aching now, he still sat up right, heart racing

"Where are his glasses?"

Tristan turned to where he heard the man speak, it was cold, commanded respect...familiar but no it couldn't be...

"Sebastian, where are his glasses?"

"I ah, James you see knocked them off in the struggle and-"

A metal arm, supporting four claw digits at it's end clasped his face

"What did I tell you about people with glasses, remove them, keep them what Sebastian."

He had brought the man to his knees holding so tightly Sebastian could feel his skull on the verge of cracking, he let out a cry as he managed to finish the sentence

"Safe!"

"Oh good you can listen to orders, now James..."

He'd let go of Sebastian and beckoned over his other crew member, Tristan knew this voice but it couldn't be him, he must still be disorientated.

"James, what have I told you about harming what belongs to me."

He said softly, curling his his claws around James's tie, Sebastian stepped back, well he had warned his coworker and with a snap and flick of his wrist the tie had been pulled so hard and tight the man's neck had been snapped.

"He had trouble following orders, first few times is understandable, you're settling into this new life but after five years it should not be that hard."

Tristan wished he'd had his glasses because if this was Walter Beckett he would have just witnessed one of Becketts trade mark moves and yes maybe would have gushed like a fan boy.

He was going to pretend it was him until he could see at the least and imagine he was kidnapped by Thee Walter Beckett.

He listened to him calling in clean up crew and for someone to bring up the glasses, his shape coming in closer and closer, it had to be him, the silver blurred limb was on his left, the hair colour.

"Awww poor baby..."

The younger man cooed.

Tristan tried very hard not to lean into his touch when his hair was stroke back and felt the Claws against his scalp

"Don't worry now, my useless men have been dealt with, come on now look up at me."

He didn't exactly give Tristan a choice as he place a claw under his chin

"See, now Mr Mcford I know I have my fans, the ones who do their fanart, their fictions whatever you will, I keep an eye on anyone who searches my name out of curiosity..."

He tapped his nose

"You Mcford like clock work will watch videos that have only the briefest flash of me, pour over articles, fictions..."

He smirked tracing one long metal claw along his jaw

"Reader x Walter Beckett, but you got tired of them, skinny little me always being pinned, submissive, no, no you wrote your own, named yourself Killian, nice name by the way, where I owned you, laid you back and made sure you knew who you belonged to."

Tristan was red, he was so fucking red and wanted the bag back on his head

"But Im not here to embarrass you, you're actually a good writer and it was the first one I ever enjoyed myself to."

Tristan wanted to implode, die right there, hearing Beckett had fucking masturbated to his little story, he let out a whine then hung his head, trying to hide how much that effected him.

The crew came up and pulled the body from the room and handed Walter the item he'd requested

"Face me now, unless you prefer being half blind."

Beckett held his face with his human hand, finger tip tracing a cheek bone, my they were sharp weren't they, what a pretty scientist.

Placing the glasses on, small lights flickered then settled.

"They read your eyes and the lenses adjust to the prescription you need."

Walter explained now casually sitting on Mcford's lap, an arm around the back of his neck.

"I'll cut to the chase, as I said we check everyone who even so much as types my name out of curiosity and when I found out you were working for the agency that has reaaaally caused a lot of problems in my life I researched you."

Tristan was staring, no way did Walter not feel the protruding problem down below, you would literally have to be either dead or have no feeling in your body to not notice that, he was still, he listened to him, was he having a wet dream, it had to be a dream right?

"Besides my uh Internet history...what...what did you find out."

"Oh you know, that you're an under appreciated scientist who came up with designs so dangerous they had to lock them away...and I may have slightly stolen them, now while I could personally and am the only qualified person here to build such delicious technology...."

He slipped his hand under Tristans lab coat, slowly rubbing his palm against his chest and smirking at the shakey breath and the way Tristan adjusted his hips, oh he could certainly feel that reaction

"I have an evil empire to run...I need you Tristan, I want you..."

He leaned in closer, lips nearly at his.

Mcford whined, fuck he was close Walter hadn't even done anything but the raised brow and smirk on Becketts face told him he could feel him twitch and gasped as the hand that'd been on his chest traveled down a finger tip teasing the head of his cock through his pants.

"How do you feel about working for me Tristan, build your machines and what ever else comes to mind, I need someone as competent as myself..."

Walter kneaded him slowly, to the point the slow pace was painful, his mouth was open and another ragged breath left him, this had to be a wet dream a really, vivid wet dream, please don't let his alarm go off...he pressed against his neck, forehead on his shoulder as Walter stroked the back of his neck with metal Claws, cool against his flesh.

Even if he was awake, of course his answer was yes....

"We could even build something together, I'm sure you'd just love to see me work..."

Beckett leered.

Walter was so warm, he was here, touching him, fucking touching him, dragging it out and making him nearly beg and he loved it.

"Yes..."

Tristan panted, lifting his hips trying to get more friction, he still had his handcuffs on he couldn't reach out and touch the man he wanted, his wrists struggling instinctively to part.

"Look at me and say it, Tristan."

That purr went through Mcford's entire being, lifting his head whimpering, biting his lip, he loved the tease, feeling so close to the edge and having Walter deny him...he begged to some god out there that Walter would finish it at least, it was so intense, he knew his clothes were stained with precum, Beckett seemed to enjoy reminding him he knew it was there by playfully tapping a finger over the tip of his cock where the damp patch was.

"Yes...I'll work for you....I have mmmphn wanted to since I ahh first saw you... Oh my god..."

Walter smiled, watching him, listening to him, oh how blue his eyes looked when his cheeks were this flushed, absolutely gorgeous.

"Oh Tristan there is no god, only me and my loving hands."

He returned, unbuckling Tristans belt and reaching in, blushing a little himself as he watched Tristans eyes nearly roll up, his head falling forward.

Tristan watched as Walter finished him off how desperately he wanted to hold onto him, press fingers into his back, he couldn't remember the last time he came this fucking hard or if he'd ever...he was speechless...breathless and fuck he'd made a mess of them both.

He was putty in Walters hands, feeling a claw lift his head again, moaning softly still, his body was tingling all over

"Welcome to the team Killian."

Beckett said sweetly before leaning in and kissing him.

#lemon #Spies in disguise #Walter x Killian #Au

[shiro-0197]

Oh I see 😭😭 but that's so cool, you'll be a graduate by then!! Do you have a graduation party, or something like that? For when you graduate? Yes istg they have no chill whatsoever 😬 but I can't wait to go back and see my friends :) just the exam part that bothers me ugh.

you're right! And honestly, as long as you're enjoying yourself, it's worth every second. I wish you all the best, love.

you're right tho hhhh everyone is different 😣😣 what works for one may not work for another, but I think if you're earnest about it, no one is going to think you're a bad teacher. That'd be great. Tips on how to deal with people, and teach, right? If only there were classes on that xD

you're cuter than koalas tho💖💖💖🐨 and oh yes. I've taken to finding it on Twitter but it hasn't popped up. I hope it does.

Headbutt? He's so flustered ekdhwkkssk 😭😭😭💖 cute.

Omigosh yesss that's another thing you like. I can't believe I didn't write that alongside cheese haha >.< but ugh instant ramen is just wonderful. It's so spicy, but so wonderful!!

awww understandable. I low-key feel like skipping school on the days when I don't eat. But gotta go nonetheless. Or Angel might kill me. 😭😭 If I don't come without telling her, she calls me at 6.50 in the morning to find out why. Gotta love friends like that skhdksks 😭😭 but yeah!! I googled it yesterday and that came up somewhere on Google? Wait a sec, let me copy paste it: It consists of meat, rice, and fried vegetables placed in a pot which is flipped upside down when served, hence the name maqluba, which translates literally as "upside-down."

yasss nice :D pls do!! And oh skjdskjsk 😭😭 I wish we had some in common but I'm literally in none of those fandoms grrrr I've always been so bad at video games +_+ my old fandoms were mostly books (like the whole Percy Jackson series, and everything the author had written), Harry Potter, the mortal instruments, etc. Hamilton (the musical), and of course, Voltron, She-Ra, and Avatar (the last airbender. Not the blue people xD). I wish you luck if you do plan on catching up with them!! That's what I'm doing now, so I'm taking a break from anime >.< And don't worry! I'm sure you'll be able to relive your childhood and buy those video games soon. It might be fun to play them, when you couldn't as a kid.

Aww that sounds lovely I hope you had fun!! What'd you have??

yes it was well deserved. I didn't get much done today but I'm well rested for tomorrow. (Finished the latest season of money heist too. It's so good ughhhh) have you been sleeping okay tho?

The meeting went okay. I met with the other tutors and we decided on dates and times for us to hold our sessions. Mine's on the 14th, in the afternoon, after lunch, and I'll have 1 and a half hours to teach however I wish. I'm racking my brains for a lesson plan now, because I've never tutored people my age xD so I hope it'll be alright. that sounds so cool! Anything with anonymity in it is fun, in my opinion. I hope your classmates come up with some real cool stuff :D

and ah, Cookie you have my heart 😭I love you too.

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Yeah we do!! Though this year will probably be a class only party, if we even get to have a party XD yeah, my friends are really the best thing to get out of school. I wouldnt have any otherwise😭

Yeah!!! I'd really just rather die if I went to work as a cashier, or a waiter... not because the jobs are bad but because I have to speak? Say something? AND memorize the prices ????? No thanks. I'd get fired after the first hour😭 hmm, what about you?? What's your hell-no job?

Yeah!!! Literally the most important thing. To be honest, when I explain something, I sound like Hinata. "You know, it goes like this and that, and them whewww and woah and yeahhh you know?"

Yeah, it hurt like a bitch but seeing his red-ass face was the best reward I've ever gotten XD he stuttered!!!! Once, but he did, and that's worth more than a thousand compliments I think

Heheheh, how could you not remember?💔 Slkwkfkskx just kidding xD I can also add something else, for example soup dumplings. I love them so much you know?? Very much

It's nice to have friends like that ngl😭😭 sadly I'm that friend xD others are soooo irresponsible its embarrassing

Ohhh I see!! Makes sense, haha~ thanks!! I really need to start doing proper research.

That's so cool, to be honest. I've never been much of a bookworm... probably because we never could afford books so I was never really interested... so embarrassing😭💔 I actually really want to catch up on all those because I've seen them everywhere, so yeah, hopefully, I will😩

I did!!! I had a cheese sandwich (not surprising), and a strawberry milkshake. It was nice^^

Yeah, I've been sleeping alright! A little more than usual, which made me kinda more dehydrated, so I gotta drink more water~

Ohhh, good luck!! That's so cool tbh, I hope it goes well!! I'm sure itll go well, you can do it<33 I hope so as well, no one has done anything yet so yeah xDDD

I hope your day is going great!!! I really love youu🤍🤍🤍

Edit: I forgot about this wjjdkwkdk

I did it😼

THIS IS THE WORST THING IVE EVER CREATED THIS IS SO CRINGEY AJDJJWJRJ!!!!

#Ari💕

[ghost-nabbers-imagines]

📱 Found Phone: Larry x reader

I decided to do a lost phone au rather than switched phones au, this just was easier to write and came out way better imo. Hope you like it still. And it is gender neutral♡

My favorite band blared in my ears as the city bus drove down the road. It pulled up to one of the stops collecting two new passengars. The look of these two caught my eye. They both looked like they were my age, one a short blue haired boy wearing a prosthetic face and pigtails, the other a handsome tall guy with long brown hair.

I couldn't help but admire them on the bus ride. The brunette briefly caught my glance smiling at me, I smiled back looking away with a blush. Not too long after they had gotten off at a stop and they were gone just as quickly as they had appeared. I turned my attention to the new song that was playing until we pulled up to my stop. I jumped up and on my way off the bus I noticed a phone sitting in the spot where the brunette had been sitting. Looking around I grabbed the phone before shuffling off the bus.

When I made my way into the cafe my friend Alexis was waiting. I took a seat across from her a smile on my face. The waiter came over taking our orders as I anxiously waited to tell her about the mystery guy and his phone.

"Kay dude what's with the smile?"

"I just met the cutest guy on the bus! Ok well really didnt meet but saw."

"That's great babes. Did you get his number?"

"Well no but he left his phone."

"Dude! Why didnt you turn it into the bus driver?"

"What if, um, if he calls his own cell phone to find out who found it and I answer and we start talking and we fell in love. I mean wouldn't that be a great story? Kind of like a fairy tale for the digital age!"

"Yeah… That does sound great. What if he already has a (boyfriend/girlfriend/partner) and they call helping him look for it?"

"Well then I guess I'll just let them know to come pick it up."

"Ok sounds like a good plan. Before you start picking out wedding China why dont you look through the phone see what hes into first? For all you know he could be a total creep."

"Good idea! This is why we're friends."

I moved over next to her in the booth. It wasn't the latest phone but wasn't the oldest either. It had a crack on the corner but besides that looked in good shape. Luckily he didnt have a password set and we were able to get right into his phone. The lockscreen was a band logo for Sanitys fall and the wallpaper was a photo of him with a group including the blue haired guy from earlier. "Think he's dating the blue haired guy?" I asked observing the photo. "Nah look at the way that guys looking at the chick in purple. They're probably a thing." She suggested.

We opened his gallery next noticing it was full of more photos of the group including some where the blue haired guy and the girl in purple were acting very couple like. "Think this is his mom? Shes pretty." Alexis asked zooming in on the woman. "They do look exactly alike I bet so." I said with a nod. "I dont see any of his dad in here though. She also noticed. We switched albums seeing one labelled art, it was full of pictures of pages from sketch books to full on canvases all of beautiful artwork. "Damn he's pretty good dude!" Ehe exclaimed admiring a portrait of the woman we assumed was his mother. "Hes really talented!" I agreed shocked.

"Let's see who he texts most that will tell us who to call to get him his phone back and get you a date." Alexis suggested. I opened up his messages seeing the name Sally Face up top followed by mom. "Sally is a chick's names what if (she's his girlfriend already/he isnt into guys)?" I asked nervous. She put a comforting hand on my back clicking into the Sally Face convention. We scrolled through quickly realizing Sally was a nickname for a guy names Sal, the one from the bus. "Ok you've found no sound of him dating someone. Call Sal and tell him you found this Larry guys phone and you two need to meetup to get it back to him." Alexis said grinning like a Cheshire cat." I nodded taking a deep breath before pressing call. It rang for a few minutes before someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi is this Sal? I found your friends phone on the bus. You were the last person he contacted so."

"Oh great someone found it! Hey Larry come here. "

"Hello? Sal tells me you found my phone."

"Hey yeah you left it on the bus. Is there somewhere we could meet up so I could return it to you?"

"That'd be awesome dude. Can you meet me at Addison Apartments? If not the lake or a restaurant in town would be fine."

"The apartments work. What apartment?"

"Just go out back theres a treehouse there say 6 tonight?"

"Ok see you then. Bye!"

"Bye!"

I hung up the phone smiling at Alexis. She high fived me smiling back. "Ok we're going shopping after this. I'm so excited!" She cheered clapping her hands. "Calm down we still dont know that he'll have any interest in me." I laughed. "Psh unless he's a blind idiot he won't! Now finish eating we have work to do!" She commanded sipping her drink. When we finished our food and paid ahe practically dragged me to the clothing stores near by. After about two hours of shopping I was dressed and looked super hot. At 6 she drove me to the apartments.

"You look great! Now go get your prince charming!" She cheered again. I rolled my eyes hugging her before making my way to the back of the apartments. Sure enough there was a big tree with a handmade treehouse nestled in its branches securely. Sanitys Fall could be heard playing from the top, this was definitely the right place. I climbed up the ladder seeing him sitting in a bean bag chair.

He looked up from his sketch book smiling. "Hey I assume you're the one who found my cell phone huh?" He asked setting his stuff to the side standing up. "Yep that was me." I beamed pulling his phone from my pocket handing it to him. "You're a life saver my dude. I'm Larry but I'm sure you saw that in the phone somewhere." He smiled extending his hand. I shook it smiling. "(Y/n). I'm just glad I found you." I smiled my cheeks probably getting red. "I'm lucky such a cute person found my phone." He winked making me blush more.

The two of us spent hours talking in his treehouse before his mom called him for dinner. When she noticed me she told him to invite me in for dinner as well. It was a lovely meal and I got to know them both pretty well. Larry and I practically kept flirting and had so much in common it was crazy. When he walked me out that night he handed me his phone again. "Put your number in this time cutie." He said with a wink. And that was just the beginning of our long happy relationship.

~Lex💛

[softlofty]

Hello again 😊. I'm relatively new and I'm still learning my way around tumblr. 😅 Hopefully now I've found the right way to contact you 😊 so would you do me the honour and write something about 92 “Let's move in together“ with Ringsy? That'd be great! 😍 thanks a lot!

Hi! I most certainly would. I hope you like it!

92. “Let’s move in together.“

Easy is having drinks with Paco and Saskia, Ellie dropping in every now and then whilst she works, when it first comes up.“Is your boyfriend not joining us?” Paco asks as Easy pushes himself on one of the barstools.“Nah, he had something to do for school.” Easy says, smiling gratefully at Ellie as she wordlessly places a beer in front of him.“Ah, so that’s what he’s up to nowadays.” Paco comments, a sly grin on his face. Easy raises his eyebrows.“It’s just, I wouldn’t know since I rarely see him anymore.” Paco says as he simpers, Saskia jumping in to agree with him.

“That’s actually true. If we’re eating all together in the flatshare, you and Ringo always come in together, he’s never already there.” Easy rolls his eyes but then stills for a moment. “That’s not a bad thing though, right?”Paco immediately shakes his head. “It’s not,” He brings his own glass to his mouth, “to be honest I’m just waiting for you guys to move in together.”Easy laughs a little, face dropping when he sees Paco and Saskia are decidedly less amused.“You can’t be serious,” Easy says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “we’re not ready for that.” And then, after a moment, “Ringo is not ready for that.”

Ellie walks over with an empty tray, setting it down on the bar and throwing an arm around Easy’s shoulders.“I know it’s none of my business, but I’ll just say this,” She holds Easy’s eyes for a moment, “he’s left our apartment grumpy and came back happy from your place pretty much every single day this week.”She squeezes his shoulder lightly, smiling at him before passing him by, moving on to a customer.Easy stares into nothing for a moment, feeling a bit thrown by his friends’ comments.

It’s not like the thought hadn’t crossed his mind at all. He could feel Ringo slipping into his life bit by bit, and he didn’t mind at all which is sign in and of itself. Ringo lent his keys all the time, as well as his clothes, the latter often because Ringo would wake up in Easy’s bed and couldn’t be bothered to stop at his own place before heading out.Easy bought a pack of Ringo’s favourite coffee, tucking it away in the corner of a cupboard and using it whenever he made coffee for just the two of them, Ringo commenting on how good it was each time.

For heaven’s sake, Ringo had walked in the other day, a bundle of new socks in his hand which he put down in front of Easy because “all of your socks have holes in them, Easy.”.Once Easy pays attention to how much their lives are intertwined already, moving in together doesn’t seem that much of leap, at least not on his end.Easy sighs. “Ringo is quite fond of his own space though. And his time alone.” Saskia shakes her head a little, pursing her lips as if she can’t believe Easy would say something so ridiculous.“You’ve made it work so far in your relationship, haven’t you?” She shrugs. “Or you could, you know, talk to him about it.”

Easy throws back the remainders of his drink and says goodbye to his friends, hopping down onto the ground and makes his way from Schiller back to his apartment.As soon as he turns the corner, onto the hallway that leads to the front door, he smells food. Something with onions and tomatoes.He opens the front door, standing still as he sees Ringo, focused on cutting mushrooms, a teatowel thrown over his shoulder and a pan softly bubbling away on the stove in front of him.Easy is in awe at the sight.

“Hey.” He says, looking up only once he’s finished with the mushrooms. When he does, he notices that Easy still hasn’t moved, the door still open.“Everything okay?” Ringo asks, a gentle smile on his face as he wipes his hand on the teatowel.Easy pushes the door away from him until it clicks closed, taking two steps so he’s face to face with Ringo and leaning up slightly, his nose nudging Ringo’s.He hovers for a moment, sees how Ringo looks as intoxicated as Easy feels being this close, Ringo’s eyes zeroing in on his mouth.Easy can’t help but smile, one corner of his mouth tugging up as he kisses Ringo, the smooth warm slide a familiar homecoming.

He throws one arm around Ringo’s shoulder, hauling him closer so that their chests are pressed together. Easy feels overcome with adoration and affection, wanting and needing Ringo to know.Easy moves Ringo’s shirt up a little, warm hands gliding over his sides and Easy feels Ringo let out a suprised intake of breath.Ringo’s mouth curves into a smile against Easy’s, and he pulls back, his own hands covering Easy’s arms.“Let’s move in together.” Easy says breathlessly.Ringo’s eyes find his. There’s a tiny little self-deprecating laugh which Easy recognizes all too well.“I’m not sure you’ll actually like living with me.”

Easy slides his hands from Ringo’s sides to his back, holding them there and enveloping Ringo in his arms.“I probably will, because I really like having you here,” Easy follows Ringo’s eyes as he tries to look away, “and if it doesn’t work out then it doesn’t work out.”Ringo’s gaze snaps back to him. “I don’t want this to break us up, Easy.”“Neither do I, but I think we’re strong enough to at least try it,” Easy grazes a kiss against Ringo’s jawline, “but only if you want to.”Ringo folds his arms around Easy, hugging him closer.“It’s probably not even that big of a change from what we’re doing now is it.”

Easy grins against Ringo’s chest. “I don’t think so, no.”Ringo stays quiet for a moment, so Easy looks up at him, Ringo biting the inside of his lip.“Do you really want me here?” Ringo says, eyes squinted and Easy can see it’s genuine question.Easy nods. “I do. Because I love you, and I like having you close. It feels a little less like home when you’re not here.” Ringo’s face softens.“And I guess,” Easy stretches the last word, “you’re not that bad to wake up next to.”

Ringo promptly pushes Easy away, shaking his head in amusement as Easy laughs. Ringo turns back to the stove, grabbing a spoon from the side to stir the red sauce. “I’m not going to cook every night, you know.”Easy snorts. “You don’t do that now, either. I think I’ll survive.” Ringo grins at him.“Oh, wow.” Easy says, eyes widening slightly as a thought pops up.“We’re turning into a really domestic couple, aren’t we.” Ringo laughs wholeheartedly, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. “No we’re not. Now would you be a dear and set the table?”

send me a prompt and i’ll write something ringsy

#ringsy #ringo x easy #ringo beckmann #easy winter #unter uns #lisa writes fic

[raasa-charron]

RP LOG: Raasa & Vardan

[14:26]Raasa Charron knocks on the door and enters, letting it swing closed behind him. "Vardan, y'there? Got yer message about my eye bein' ready..." he says, feeling again like he's stepped into another world, with all the tech in the room. "Oh, heya."

[14:30]Vardan Telfour examined, with great intensity, the artificial eye he had been tasked with making. From all sides he viewed it, again and again flicking his eyes over to the screen on the wall. Everything looked to be in order, every wire and circuit where it needed to be, the glass finish on the eye shining and flawless. He perked once there was a voice in the space, having been much too focused to notice the door opening. “H-Hey!” A hand lifted for a small wave. “How are you? Ready for uh… Having this put in?” The eye was held up for viewing.

[14:39]Raasa Charron offered an apprehensive smile. "Ehh. Nervous, if I can be honest," he said with a rueful chuckle. He made his way around the center console and stood there awkwardly. "So, uh, where d'ya want me? Sittin' again, or...?"

[14:42]Vardan Telfour gave a gesture towards the bench. "You can sit down. Do you need a minute? A erm... A drink?" That was something people offered to settle nerves, right? It was doubtful he had any alcohol in here, but he could probably get some from the staff. "It shouldn't take too long to get everything in place. The eye should attach itself; worked just fine in the trial runs at least."

[14:46]Raasa Charron fiddled with his fingers for a moment, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach, then eased down on the bench. Briefly, he considered another drink - he'd had one already just now - but the way the whiskey was roiling told him that'd probably be a bad idea. He'd hate to puke it up on the kind engineer who had gone to such lengths for him. "Ah... nah. I mean, no thank ya," he amended. Drumming his fingers on his knees, he shifted slightly. "Uh... trial runs? It's been in other..." Surely not people. "Uh... other beings?" he said, all he could come up with.

[15:00]Vardan Telfour set to work pulling items from drawers and putting away tools. “The first couple prototypes I made I tested out on some cadavers.” A fact he seemed unsettled with, but he was willing to stomach just about anything for his work. “This one I tested out on a fake model of a head I was able to put together; it hasn’t actually touched another person or anything.” He stepped over, setting down  the eye on the stable upon a piece of cloth. His gloves were removed, a solution quickly rubbed over his hands to disinfect them before some fresh gloves were pulled out of a box. With those on he plucked up the eye and set to work wiping it down with that same solution. Had to make sure everything was clean and sterile. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”

[15:05]Raasa Charron took a deep breath and let it out. In fact, he did that a few times. The countrybun's nervousness was readily apparent as he watched Vardan disinfect his hands and the eye itself. Well, at least /his/ eye hadn't been in any cadavers. "Thanks for, uh. Havin' th' guts to test 'em on dead bodies. Dunno if I coulda stomached that," he admitted, lips pressing together after as Vardan approached. "Okay. Alright. I'm, uh. I'm ready."

[15:18]Vardan Telfour offered a smile, a touch nervous in its own way, but it was at least an attempt at reassurance. "I had to make sure this would work." The eye was again set aside before he reached out for a clean piece of cloth and a different solution. He applied this around and partially into the eye socket, working with extreme care to try to avoid as much discomfort as possible, his motions slow in an effort not to startle or unnerve Raasa. A few apologies were muttered; he could only assume it was not a pleasant experience, but it was necessary; the area needed to be cleaned, and the ointment applied should offer a little bit of a numbing sensation to help ward off any discomfort while the eye itself was fitted into place. A tool was gathered, sterilized like everything else, and with a deep breath he set to work using it to hold the eyelids open. With care, the eye was held up aligned with Raasa’s empty eye socket, and slowly, carefully it was pushed in. There was a subtle click from within the eye itself, as if the device were coming alive, becoming aware it was being fit into a new home. It shifted, little thread like fingers unfurling from the back of the orb, feeling about until they found the optic nerve they were meant to attach to. And attach they did, latched on, needled their way in and anchored on as if they were becoming one with the flesh itself.

[15:28]Raasa Charron remained absolutely still, as if he was afraid to move. His lips parted slightly as the ointment was applied to the socket, his breath smelling faintly of whiskey from downstairs. In other words, the good stuff. He made not a sound, but his hands clenched into fists as the eye was aligned and pushed into the empty socket. It was -not- a pleasant sensation, there was pressure against the bone, then a little pop of release as it slid into place. The feeling of those tiny threads attaching to the optic nerve nearly proved too much for the anxiety-ridden rabbit; it felt like little tiny insects crawling around in the empty hole and his breath came faster, wanting desperately to jerk away, to claw at the fake eye and yank it right back out again, but instead, he forced himself to just grab the legs of his pants and squeeze tightly, his complexion a trifle greener than it was before.

[15:41]Vardan Telfour waited a beat, giving the eye time to situate itself, to get settled and fused with its new home. Gingerly he removed the instrument holding the eye open, easing back to study his work. “Blink a few times. Squeeze that eye shut once or twice. Gotta make sure it’s all fitting in right.” While he waited for Raasa to comply he pulled his gloves off, teeth worrying his lower lip. Quickly he stepped away, finding a waterskin to bring back over to Raasa. “It should take a moment to attune itself to your aether, not more than a couple minutes, assuming the simulations I ran were correct.” He sighed, the suspense and waiting already eating at him. “Then you should be able to see.”

[15:47]Raasa Charron 's jaw was tense, teeth grinding audibly as the eye and those tiny fibers picked and melded with the meat of his eye. His whole posture was stiff as a board, even his twisted and ratty ears. As instructed, he blinked once, twice, three times, the ointment sticking to his lashes. Squeezing his eyes closed a few times, he shuddered as the eye made a few last adjustments. He waited, hardly breathing at all now until he finally opened his eyes. Could he see through it? At first, no. It was still all black on that side. Then... dim light that slowly grew brighter until he could make out blurry images. "I think.... I think it's workin'," he said, with a dizzying rush of adrenaline.

[15:55]Vardan Telfour gently pushed the waterskin into one of Raasa’s hands. He watched, waited, gave a small excited nod when the viera spoke. “That’s good! It might take a little time to adjust; it has to get um… acquainted? With your other eye. Sync up and all so they work properly in tandem as they should.” He reached for a tomestone, holding it for Raasa to view; ideally with his properly working fleshy eye; as he tapped through a couple menus. A screen came up showing a read out of the mechanical eye, different percentages on the screen, different colors signifying integration and blending with the host it now rested in. Half of it likely looked like madness to anyone unfamiliar, but there Vardan was, rambling away explanation after explanation, utterly and eagerly lost in his work.

[16:01]Raasa Charron took the waterskin gratefully, taking a few long pulls from it, then handing it back. "Thanks, bud," he said, closing his eyes and wiping the ointment off of his long, dark lashes, along with the watery tears that had started to form. Tear ducts working, grand! Opening his eyes again, he stared uncomprehendingly as Varden brought up the screens and rambled on, not... really understanding a lick of it. What he was concerned with was that the images were getting less and less blurry until finally, his vision was as sharp as it ever was. "Okay. Alright. I think it's done... doin' it's thing. I can see right and proper," he said, hands relaxing on his pants finally, the fabric wrinkled from where he'd gripped at them, fingers aching from the tension.

[16:08]Vardan Telfour went quiet from his jargon laden chattering, looking up from the tomestone to Raasa. He smiled, guilty yet hopeful. “You’ll need to see an ophthalmologist to make sure everything is exactly as it should be, but if you’re able to see clearly then I think this is a success!” How exciting! He beamed, stepping back to find a clean towel to offer Raasaa so he could wipe off his face a little more if desired. “I’ll get you instructions on how to use the connected tomestone; can send you home with a mammet as well that can relay information too, if that is easier. Or a node, once I get another spare one to refurbish. Do you have a preference?”

[16:13]Raasa Charron bobbed his head. "Yeah. Yeah! I can see again!" he said, taking the towel and cleaning his face and hands off. "With both eyes! You! You, my man, are a fuckin' -genius-," he said with deep, genuine appreciation. "I owe you, we'll go do tha' salvaging whenever y'got th' time an' inclination." He pauses at 'tomestone', canting his head. "What's the tomestone do?"

[16:23]Vardan Telfour kept his smile, humble if not a little shy in the end with all the compliments. “I’m just doing my job.” To him it was just work; work he was very passionate about, but still, to be called a genius was surprising. “The tomestone helps monitor things, and controls the eyes as well, in case you need to turn it off for some reason. You can use it to apply a glamour as well; it doesn’t have any color to it, but you can set it to whatever you want to be with this. Match your other eye, or do something different for fun.” Options, in his mind, were always good to have. Again he swiped through some of the screens. “This one here shows how much of your aether it is tapping into. Currently not even one percent, which is good! Means it won’t be taxing on you to use. If we add more, um, perks to the eye, that might change, so that’s something we’ll want to keep an eye on.” The pun was not intended.

[16:29]Raasa Charron shook his head, peering about here and there, just because he could. "Nah. Y'restored somethin' t'me I didn't think I'd ever have again," he said, roving gaze finally settling on Vardan's face. "Can't rightly express how much it means t'me to be able t'see clear again. Won't have to re-learn how t'throw my axes or shoot my bow, an' THAT means I can still protect th' people I care about. Y'see? It's more than just an eye t'me. More than just a job. Thank you." Finally, he fell quiet, allowing the engineer to answer his question about the tomestone. He listened and watched closely, nodding and finally accepting the small device when it was handed to him. "I think this'll do jes fine. I'll take real good care of it," he said with a vigorous nod.

[16:37]Vardan Telfour bowed his head a little, accepting the praise with gratitude of his own. It was nice to know he had done well; had made a significant impact. It was all he had ever wanted to do. Help people, make a difference, improve lives. “Just let me know if anything seems off at any point, or if you think something might not be working how you want it to. I-I’m no alchemist, so I don’t really know what to provide exactly, but eye drops might help if things don’t feel as smooth as you want them to. All of the components should work naturally with what your ducts produce on their own though.” He tried to plan ahead, tried to account for everything, but he knew there was always room for variables he wasn’t aware of; every person and body was different after all. He allowed Raasa to take the tomestone, tapping one more icon before a prompt came up with a circle in the middle of the screen. “Press your thumb to that. It’s going to memorize your thumbprint, then do the same with your index. The tomestone won’t work for anyone but you, or myself after that. If you want to give other people access we can, for emergencies and all, but they would need to be here for that.”

[16:44]Raasa Charron continued to nod. "I'll let ya know if anythin' seems off, but it seems t'be perfect right now. Like I never lost it in th' first place. I'll talk to the eye doc if things start to get dry up there." Watching as he pressed an icon on the tomestone, he did as instructed, pressing first his thumb against it firmly, then his index finger. "Tha's handy, in case it somehow gets into th' wrong hands. Which it won't," he said firmly, a note of stony determination in his voice.

[16:51]Vardan Telfour nodded at Raasa's words. "Thought this might be a good way to make sure nothing bad can happen with the eye, at least not from the tomestone and all." He worked through a deep breath, relief clear in his posture before he set to work cleaning up the space. "I need to look through my projects list and send out some drones, but once I've done that, I can let you know when and where we can go scrap hunting, i-if you're still fine with helping with that."

[16:58]Raasa Charron tucked the tomestone carefully away in his pocket. " 'Course I am! It's /actually/ the least I can do, Vardan. You /ever/ need anythin' from me, all ya gotta do is ask." Standing up from the benchseat, he squinted, then cleared his expression again. "This is gonna take a lil gettin' used to again," he admitted. "Not verra long, prob'ly, but a day or two, mebbe." He held out his hand to shake the other man's. "Thank you, again. An' I'm serious about that. Anythin' ya need."

[17:02]Vardan Telfour allowed Raasa his space when he stood, eyeing him over as if trying to make sure all was well after how sick he'd looked before. He took the offered hand, giving it a lively shake! "You're very welcome! This was... I-I haven't been this enthused for a project for a long time, and to see it come this far." He gave a content sigh. "Thank you as well. I'm looking forward to seeing how this all works out. Once I have something new to try, I will let you know."

[17:05]Raasa Charron brightened at that. "Alright, I'll take ya up on that," he said with a laugh, clapping his other hand to the back of Vardan's and shaking firmly. "I'll, uh, leave ya be now, but yeah. Thank ya. Again," he said, with a huff of amusement, making his way toward the door, his step much livelier than it had been on the way in.

Raasa is mine, Vardan belongs to @vardantelfour!

[maxheadley]

Part 1; The Fairy Lights

Autumn was welcomed for two reasons; the slight shift of the weather changing from heat to cold, and the long-awaited day where two beloved, infamous star-crossed lovers wedded. Everyone was on their toes, anticipating the grand union, and not a single soul stopped for a second.

As morning arrived, Sebastian woke to the patterns of footsteps, going back and forth in the hallway of Creedence's home. He sighed, wishing they'd stop for just a split second, and give him a minute of silence. The last fews days were busy preparing for his wedding and it almost seemed like the world would never halt. Silence was a wish he would fail to receive.

He kicked off the stark white comforter and turned on his side, sliding a muscular arm under his fluffy pillow. His dark hair dangling dangerously close to his eyes, he pushed them away. He stared at the bare walls of his old bedroom. He recently moved his items into the master bedroom of Ben and his's newly built cottage (courtesy of the Fey folk). He left one item on the nightstand. The one thing he cared enough to leave with him that night. A picture of him, his brothers and sisters and his grandmother. The family he hardly knew except Creedence and Julissa. The family he came to know, the family he would've never traded for the world despite any faults or any bad luck following them. Or the corruption that followed a couple of them.

He ran his fingertips across the nine faces of his family, erasing a film of gathered dust off the glass. Sebastian stood at Creedence's side, snugly in the middle of Creedence, and Ambrosia. His smile was as bright as the sun as were the others. He had never known happiness like he did and rekindling the broken parts of his family helped and finding the love of his life wasn't bad at all. It was great. Too bad not everyone could see Sebastian achieve his goal he dreamt of since he was twelve. He thought of Alura trapped in the confines of chains, deeply hidden among the cells of Glessica's Castle's personal prison. Probably half driven out of her mind having nothing to do and no one to speak to except the shadows across the walls. And then he thought of Alexander, his twin but drastically different brother, who walked the forests of the Dark Fey. He had become trapped in misery, grief, and turmoil and wondered off to the darkest place he could escape to. Like those who are like him, encased in darkness and unfaltering misery, slowly destroying whatever light and love that fought inside them.

Sebastian hadn't known Alexander very well or really been close to Alura, but nonetheless he wished they'd witness their brother marry. He did ask if Anazul would release Alura for the hour of his wedding but obviously to no avail and none of the Fey could track down Alexander. He suspected his twin brother wouldn't want to be found, so he cloaked himself to remain untraceable and among the shadows of what he loss. Sadly.

He jumped, straight out of his reverie, when a knock sounded on his door. He cleared his throat and yelled. "Yeah? Come in!"

The door opened, revealing his brother standing there, one hand snaked around the doorknob and one hand holding the head of his cane. Creedence looked older and younger at the same time. He suffered a loss of his own. His wife committed suicide not wanting to live without her husband and without knowing he'd be resurrected. Though, unlike Alexander, Creedence had children to stay for. He couldn't wander off and leave it all behind. That'd be a mistake.

His hair was wet, probably from his shower, and his unusually thin, body was draped in an oversized black bathrobe tied at his waist. "Hey, Bash." Creedence's pale face broke out into a radiant smile, one which reached his eyes. Sebastian noticed for the first time in an age.

It brought his own smile to play. "Hey, Dee. If you thought you were going to wake me up, you've mistaken. The footsteps of others woke me up." He joked, sitting up and stretching his back. A couple cracks later, he was standing up and striding over to his brother. "Although, I appreciate the gesture."

"You know just because it's your wedding day doesn't mean you-" Creedence began, but Sebastian enveloped him into a huge bear hug. Creedence's laugh erupted into his ear and Sebastian couldn't help the grin that flew onto his face when they broke apart. "I'm going to miss living with you, Dee."

"I can't say that I won't miss you living here either. I know Cres and Reli will be different, but sometimes change is inevitable." Creedence beckoned to the working servants preparing the last of the decorations and tailoring for the children's attire. Not one of the servants bothered to take a break to glance at Creedence and Sebastian. He didn't blame them. One misstep could poke Crescent's skin or cause an unnecessary rip in one of the papier mache balls (used to cover the lights). No one wanted anything to go wrong at this point and Crescent would probably lit the seamstress on fire if she stabbed him with a needle. He hated needles.

"How are you holding up?" Sebastian asked, leaning over the iron railing and watching the seamstress tailor the last bits of material for Crescent's silver blazer. Crescent was staring at the rain splattered window unregistering anything else around him. Sebastian would have to have a thorough talk to his nephew once he had the chance.

Creedence put his free hand on Sebastian's shoulder and squeezed. "I'm excited. Truly." He smiled at his little brother. "I can't believe my little brother, my Bash is getting married this evening!"

"It is a shock? Isn't it? I can hardly believe it myself." Sebastian smiled, putting one hand in his hair. "Do you think Ben is doing well? I mean he's probably still asleep, but I mean all the wedding events and preparations have been a bit stressful. Do you think he's okay?"

"Ben's a tough cookie. He's unapologetically unafraid."

"You know, sometimes you can be too."

Creedence shrugged, pressing off the railing and stepped back. "I think we all can be, Bash."

Ben tried on his suit a thousand and one times since Rhea finished up the last of the silver detailing on the cuffs and collar of his blazer. He admired the way the suit did not make him appear too large nor too scrawny. It was exactly the right fit and shape for someone with his condition. Later, he'd confidently stand on the dais, waiting for his beloved, and have his stolen little moments of glory finally. He now stood in front of the extremely large wall mirror of his bathroom. He ran his freshly cleaned hands across the top of the white, silky like fabric smoothing any riffs.

He smiled. "Damn, I look good."

"You are the definition of handsome!" said the soft voice of his best friend, Ambrosia. He saw her appear in the reflection of the mirror at his side. She stood about five inches shorter, barely reaching his shoulder. She had one hand over her protruding stomach. She was beginning to show. Her second pregnancy wasn't as fast paced as her first for some strange reason. He couldn't help but have his heterochromic eyes drawn to the small baby bump hidden beneath a deep maroon soft fabric. But he said nothing onto the contrary. Instead, focusing on her words.

"Ah! Don't let Michael hear you say that. You know how jealous he gets!" Ben grinned, meeting her eyes in the mirror.

"Oh. Whatever." Ambrosia chuckled, gently pushing him. He barely stumbled and laughed. "Are you ready to be officially united with Sebastian?" Ambrosia added, her emerald-gold cat slitted eyes gleaming deviously.

"It's been a longtime coming.." Ben began, but trailed off. He stared at the reflection of Ambrosia. Before Michael, before Magnus, before Sebastian, he'd thought he'd be married off to Ambrosia procreating and leading the Wolf Pack. But God and Legend had other plans apparently. His destiny taking a broad turn for the best. He picked up after a couple of seconds because Ambrosia inquired more. "I thought you were the one I'd be married to one day. I never expected to fall for your brother. I didn't know he existed til about two years ago before I found out our memories of anytime before that were erased. But I wouldn't change a thing between you and me, nor me and Sebastian. I am happy our lives worked out this way. We're both happy."

Ambrosia's lips spread into a smile. "It's no lie you are happiest at his side. I think that's most important."

Ben could only smile, too.

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