#i made it his last name bc bear is basic

[reverie-starlight]

lucifer in love

in which the avatar of pride tries and fails to get you out of bed

gn!MC, no physical descriptions. fluff. fluff. fluff. lucifer is scared but it’s okay, he’s just not used to being in love yet, he’ll get there, he swears it. pet names (including little lamb once bc it’s canon). he’s literally so in love.

this has no bearing on the fic, but in my mind this is OG game a few months into your relationship, not NB setting. also I sprinkle in some of my own lore headcanons here.

lucifer was not a morning demon.

everyone in the house of lamentation knew it. his brothers would normally steer clear of him until breakfast (aside from the days that satan and belphie were feeling particularly confident), even diavolo and barbatos knew better than to start drowning him with work before a certain time of day.

coincidentally, you weren’t exactly built for mornings, either.

but still, lucifer had incredible resolve and far more years of discipline built up within him than you did. which obviously made the mornings you’d wake up in his bed difficult for both of you.

“my love, it’s time to wake up,” he leaned over your sleeping body placed a hand on your shoulder. he was already fully dressed and (somewhat) ready to brave the early morning hours. he wanted to let you sleep in as long as possible, and it pained him to rouse you from such serenity, but he also knew you’d miss breakfast if he let you rest any longer. and then you’d really be cranky.

his lips formed a small yet genuine, fond smile when he heard you grumbling. “nooo, just a bit longer…” your voice was muffled by his sheets, and you tried to turn away from him.

“little lamb…” he warned, but there was no real bite behind it and you knew it. lucifer knew well that you were as stubborn as he was, so it wasn’t surprising to him in the slightest when you kept pleading with him.

“pleaseee lucifer, come lay with me for a bit longer. I want you near me.”

he sighed. he dared not show any signs of how tempted he was by you. the irony of a human being the one to tempt a demon.

but he did not waiver. “MC, you’ll be late if you stay in bed any longer.”

“so what?” you whined indignantly. “I haven’t been late or even missed a class in weeks- in fact you showed me just last night how deserving I was of a reward for good behaviour. let’s just play hooky today.”

he rolled his eyes slightly. of course you would use his excuse for getting you into his room last night against him to sleep in longer.

you turned to him, laying on your back and staring up at his unamused face with a still-sleepy grin of your own. “come on, baby, just lay with me. we don’t have to skip if you insist on going, but being a little late won’t hurt, you know?”

he blinked and tried to keep his composure. he still wasn’t quite used to being on the receiving end of pet names, and human ones at that, but you had been growing quite comfortable with throwing them at him lately.

this was the third time you had called him that in the past week, and he still wasn’t sure if he liked it or not… he’d need it to be tested a few more times before he could make a final decision.

He didn’t feel the need to test out terms of endearment- he knew what he was comfortable saying and calling you, and you never seemed to complain with him sticking with some of the more… classic? is that how you put it? names. with the exception of little lamb. obviously.

if he was being honest, though, he had been holding back. human world terms of endearment felt so lacklustre in comparison to those in infernal. he would never admit this, but he was… hesitant to use devildom terms of endearment on you.

often times they couldn’t be translated into any human language, nor could the feelings they spoke of be conveyed differently. the things that lucifer wanted to call you were akin to that of a declaration of complete devotion forever and always. even by demon standards they were intense, because they basically promised that even after death, there would be no one else.

his hesitation was not because he was unsure if he felt the emotions they conveyed for you. not at all, he knew his feelings and yours as well.

but you’ve thrown him for a loop. even if he was sure… he wanted to wait a bit before showing you just how deep his feelings ran. because the intensity of it all was something he had never felt for anyone in all his millennia. the fact that he had someone he could even toss around the idea of using those names on… those feelings were just for him to get comfortable with, so that when he was truly ready, he could pull it off without a hitch.

he wondered if lilith had felt for her human anywhere close to what he felt for you, sometimes, but he always buried that thought away as quickly as it popped into his mind.

blame it on his pride getting in the way, or call it what it was- fear of what being in love was doing to him and what it would continue to do to him. and what it meant he would be willing to do for you…

“uh, lucifer? my love? you’re staring off into space, is everything okay?”

your voice brought him out of his thoughts and the concern within it made him warm inside.

he was still leaning over you, hand gently gripping your shoulder, and your face was wrinkled with worry. he loved you.

until he had it all worked out, he’d show you as much as he could through human declarations of love and lots of action.

he looked down at his wrist as if to check a non-existent watch. “fine, I suppose there’s time to spare.”

he let the sound of your victorious laughter wash all over him and bathed in the feeling of your arms around his neck after he crawled over you to reach his side of the bed.

your smile was radiant, and he felt another piece of the armour encasing his heart chip away. he had been feeling that a lot since you first started the exchange program, but even more so since you both began your relationship.

there was no stopping this, he was falling headfirst into unknown territory for the second time in his life, for a completely different reason this time.

but he’d never ask for anything else. because just like the first time, he figured that this could only result in changing his life for the better as well.

once again he had to shake himself out of his thoughts. you were smiling and talking about one thing or another- he missed the start of the conversation- and playing with his tie.

lucifer was not a morning demon. he woke up exhausted, he dreaded the pile of work forever thrown at him. but his resolve was insanely strong.

maybe he’d give in to you more often if it meant he got to have you like this, in his arms, laughing at his ruined resolve and how weak he is for you, for the rest of your life.

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haha get it? rest of your life bc you’re mortal and he’s not?

anyway I hope you enjoyed!!

#obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #obey me x reader #lucifer x mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader fluff #obey me lucifer x reader fluff #lucifer x reader fluff #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer

[highvern]

adamas et aurum

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: gross domestic fluff, boyfriend mingyu

Length: ~1.7k

Note: more Drunk Goggles couple bc im beating a dead horse. idk why i do this to myself :) crying :) in :) the :) club :)

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“You owe me a kiss.”

“Oh, do I?”

Mingyu huffs, face covered in sweat, backwards hat matting his hair to his skull, bare chest rose-colored from the fiery sun and swampy humidity. You’ve both spent all morning moving boxes to and fro so he’s about two seconds away from laying down on the floor for a much needed nap. When it came to heavier stuff, Mingyu insisted you stay and start unpacking the necessities so the apartment would at least be somewhat functional around all the mess. He didn’t have the heart to tell you that his shredded patience couldn’t handle any more of your help. Thank god some of the guys are coming over tomorrow to help him with the furniture.

Because of his chivalry, you’ve stayed cool in the AC, humming to the music blasting from a speaker in the kitchen as you work to make the new space a home. All the while Mingyu slaves away to lug in stuff he doesn’t remember either of you owning. 

“Boyfriend tax.”

“Ahhhh,” you nod. 

Jumping up on your toes, you deliver a cartoonishly wet smack on his lips as a thank you for his hard word.

“How’s it going?”

“Bathroom is mostly unpacked but we need to get some bins to organize under the sink. Oh! And the beds made too!” You chirp, turning back to your task of wiping out the cabinets and drawers of your new kitchen. “If you wanna wash up and lay down, I’ll order something to eat.”

“You’re the best.” he sighs, stepping into the space behind you, chest against your back, face tucked into the curve of your shoulder, hands grasping the edge of the counter on each side of your hips. 

“My man works hard, gotta take care of him.” You praise, twisting your neck to drop a kiss to his temple causing you to get a whiff of his sweat.

“Now go shower, you stink.” 

“Hey!” Mingyu objects, face moving over your shoulder so he can look at you. “I’m sorry I’ve been roleplaying as your hot shirtless mover for the last two hours. Bust my butt and this is how you thank me?”

Turning to face him, you tangle your arms around his neck, linking your hands behind his head and pulling him into a bear hug. His palms slide around the sensitive skin of your back, pulling you closer as your shirt sticks to his sweaty chest uncomfortably where you press together. But that doesn’t matter right now. Right now, you’re together, in the new apartment you share, starting the next chapter of your lives.

“Thank you, Mingyu. I love you.” You whisper into his collarbone.

“Damn right.” He mumbles, tilting his head down to drop a sweet peck to your mouth, arms giving a tight squeeze before swatting at your ass as he turns towards the bedroom.

“Hey!”

“Boyfriend tax!” He calls over his shoulder, amusement bubbling in his voice.

Your eyes trail after him, heart swelling as it begins to fully register what you’ve done. He’s here and his name is on the lease next to yours; your matching keys hanging by the door, assigned parking spots downstairs next to each other. Mingyu just went into your shared bedroom, to take a shower in your shared bathroom, and tonight you’ll curl up beside him in your shared bed.

Wonwoo moving in with his girlfriend has been the catalyst for the much needed conversation. Mingyu had essentially been living out of your apartment for months already, only returning to his own place every few days for fresh clothes or to see his friend. When his roommate told him he was planning to move out after their lease ended in four months you simply scoffed at his distress about where to live. 

“You basically live with me anyway.” You mumbled, not thinking about what the statement implied.

“I—,” he gapes. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

“I just mean, you already stay here so much anyway.” You grumble, suddenly feeling awkward in his hold.

“Can you just ask me nicely?” He whines. “I wanna be romanced.”

Humoring him, you slide to the floor in front of the couch you two had been draped across. Dropping to one knee, you cup your hands together in a makeshift box like you’re proposing. Your eyes round and brows raise, attempting and failing to give him an earnest expression.

“Kim Mingyu, love of my life, future father of my children, bane of my existence. Will you do me the honor of moving in with me?”

“Bain of your existence?”

“Focus.” You snap your fingers. “Will you move in with me?”

“Duh,” he beams, tackling you to the ground and snaring you in a bear hug as you squeal in delight.

Your friends had warned you about signing a lease together; that no matter how many nights Mingyu stays at your apartment (twenty three in a row is his record), when you call the same place home things will be different. And all of his bad habits won’t change just because he’s living with his girlfriend. If anything they may get worse because it's his home now too and he’s no longer a long staying guest.

You already knew that Mingyu tends to leave the seat up after using the bathroom, and will collapse with laughter if you fall in; that he insists on burying his cold feet under your butt when sitting on the couch, occasionally wiggling his toes just to piss you off; and how he will put the carton of milk back in the fridge even if there's only a drop left no matter how many threats against his person you make.

But Mingyu also sets his alarm ten minutes earlier than needed so he can hold you in bed before starting the day, basking in each others drowsy warmth before braving the world outside the sheets; he frequently insists you sit between his legs on the floor and let him dry your hair after you shower, gently combing his fingers through it, sometimes twisting the locks into messy braids or buns with his clumsy hands; how he’ll surprise you with a candle light dinner, insisting you both dress up even though your sitting at the kitchen table on a Tuesday eating reheated leftovers, just because he can.

No matter how annoying his bad habits are, the good ones are worth their weight and more in gold.

A shockingly girlish shriek shatters your daydream.

Hightailing it to the bathroom, you spot your stark naked boyfriend through the plastic of the shower liner, quivering in the corner of the stall like a leaf blowing in the wind. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Its fucking hot!” He cries, over his shoulder, trying to shield his body from the spray by curling into the tiled wall.

Heaving a sigh of relief and annoyance, you can’t help rolling your eyes as you step towards the front of the tub and twist the faucet, adjusting to a cooler temperature for him so he doesn’t have to stick his arm through the scalding rain.

“Big baby,” you grumble before heading back to the kitchen.

“I heard that!”

“You were supposed to!”

-

Mingyu shuffles into the bedroom, towel draped low on his waist, beads of water falling from his hair to his collarbone as he looks for the duffle bag he packed with clothes for the next few days; but the scene before him stops him in his tracks. The sun from the window casts the room in a buttery yellow, beams of light dappling your figure sprawled on the bed, mouth open slightly and hair a mess around your face. He leans a shoulder against the door frame, tired eyes full of love and mouth lifted in a gentle smile as his soulmate snores quietly a few feet away.

When you asked if he wanted to move in together, Mingyu lacked the self control needed to stop from jumping up and screeching like a kid in a candy store. The thought of living with his favorite person in the world had his heart tremble and his palms sweat. Despite all the oddities and quirks he learned about you in the past two years of dating, almost everyone warned him that you can’t really know someone till you live with them. He thinks the months before today had prepared him for the inevitable annoyances you two would face.

He’s accepted that you leave hair on the walls of the shower that eventually clog the drain, pooling water around his feet when he hops in the stall before work; how you push around takeout boxes and spoiled produce in the fridge for days instead of throwing them out; and that piles of unfolded laundry will sit on the edge of the couch for days on end until one day the planets align and you decide to re-organize your entire closet after folding the wrinkle garments.

Mingyu accepts all of those things because he also knows you like to surprise him by grabbing all the ingredients for a recipe he mentions wanting to try in passing, happily volunteering to be his sous chef and taste tester, insisting you both don the couple aprons his mom got you for Christmas; that when he isn’t feeling well you’ll scratch his back until he falls asleep with his cheek squished on your stomach while you fret over him; how you always wait up for him when he gets ready for bed, glazed eyes opening every few minutes to blink lazily, soft breath tickling the skin between his shoulder blades where your head lays only interrupted by an occasional sleepy kiss on his spine while he brushes his teeth.

His friends mentioned all the ways moving in together will change the way you see each other. But in the two years you’ve been dating, each time your relationship changed it's been for the better. When you two started hanging out on your own and he found his opinion on you shifting completely. When you admitted you liked each other and he learned you were a lot braver than he was. When you two fought for the first time and he realized that as brave as you were, you weren’t invincible. When he said he loved you for the first time by accident and discovered you were just as in this as he was. All the fights that challenged you to understand each other better, the struggles that strained your ability to take care of one another; all of it had changed your relationship but pressure makes a diamond.

A lot like the one he plans to give you when he asks if you want to change your relationship again one day.

#svthub #svt x reader #kim mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #kim mingyu #svt smut #seventeen smut #kim mingyu smut #dghe couple #kim mingyu fluff #mingyu x reader #mingyu fluff #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #🫡 highvern #OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH BOY

[thebearer]

hi e! back again with more carmy shit because i love the way you did my little blurb justice 🥰. i literally just envisioned sydney minding her own business and just recklessly placing carmy in the hot seat cause she knew his ass was gon get it 😂. i’m all in for more dom!carmy so i’d love to keep the idea going that his s/o works for/with/alongside him at the bear with a touch of her giving him her two cents? a little bit of sass to just remind who he’s dealing with 😩. maybe this time around he slipped up on something major (a birthday, anniversary, or something that overall was important to the reader and he put it off because in his mind the bear comes first). she’s been slowly driving him crazy with that silent treatment she’s been doing for the last few days and her less than a few syllabled words when he doesn’t remind her how irked he made her 😂; she’s not mad anymore just disappointed. and anyway basically in a prep for preordered to go’s on lunch rush he’s reading back orders to her and she completely writes him off. i can see him being like exactly how he when he’s not getting when he needs from his staff during a frenzy and flipping tf out. like you know when he repeats himself a second time as if you didn’t hear him the first he means it 😂. tysm in advance! please feel free to do whatever you’d like. i’m writing this at 6 in the morning so many ideas are coming into the fold. i hope you have a great day - 🥣.

ok i did sorta a different-ish take. same idea but i don't write the reader as a chef bc quite honestly i can't relate lmao i'm a horrendous cook lol. but silent treatment yes!! reader works at the bear but not a chef.

"Does anyone know where the extra napkins are? Mindy needs to be settin' tables." Carmen huffed, slamming the empty crate back in the back stock.

"That would be your missus' domain." Richie snickers, elbowing Fak lightly. "Guess you better go ask her, Cousin."

"Yeah? Fuck off. Thought it was your fuckin' job." Carmen grumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"Me? Fuck no, Cousin. You know who's job it is, c'mon." Richie grinned. "It's your wife, Carm. What? Scared to talk to your wife?"

Carmen sneered, huffing in annoyance, but the truth was... yes, he was a little scared. Especially with how furious you were at him. Carmen was a chronic over worker, barely taking time for himself. It was a constant fight between the two of you, one he'd gotten better at, but still struggled finding that balance. Which normally, you'd be more forgiving about.

Except it was your anniversary.

Carmen left you waiting at home, dressed up with a new lingerie set that he painfully didn't get to enjoy. By the time he got off, taking his time to clean the kitchen, prep for tomorrow's crowd, he looked at his phone and saw your texts and calls, his heart dropping.

You'd been giving him the cold shoulder since then, furious and hurt- or so he assumed, you wouldn't say anything.

Richie found the entire thing hilarious when Carmen told him. "You forgot your fuckin' anniversary? You jagoff, holy shit."

Carmen found it less than amusing. The tension in the restaurant was thick because of the two of you. Everyone teetering around you, but especially Carmen, he was more on edge now.

Pushing the door open to the office, Carmen ducked his head in, seeing you at his desk- your desk, technically, you used it more. "Hey, honey," Carmen's voice was soft, a sweet hum that had your spine straightening. He flinched lightly, stepping towards you. "D'you know where the extra napkins are?"

You didn't reply, simply typing on your laptop, editing a video for the social media page about the upcoming summer specials.

Carmen blinked, barking out your name in a much harsher than he meant to, but it seemed to work. Kinda. Your head whipped around, eyes in a burning glare when they met his, but your lips were still pressed together.

Carmen through his hands out in exasperation. "Are you bein' fuckin' serious with me?"

Richie made his way towards the table where Tina was doing prep, craning his neck to watch. Your lips twisted, glaring harshly at Carmen. Carmen huffed, a hand running over his forehead. "What do you want from me, huh? What? You're just never gonna speak to me again? I forgot, ok? I didn't mean to, I just fuckin' forgot! I was at work!"

You glared at him, feeling Richie's amused gaze from over Carmen's shoulder, the rest of the staff pretending to be busy to hear. "Shut the door." You snapped.

Carmen flinched, shocked. "What-"

"Shut the fuckin' door, now." You snapped, slamming your laptop, turning to face him. Carmen pressed the door shut, ignoring Richie's whines of "c'mon, Cousin, it was just gettin' good!".

The two of you stared, neither being the first to talk, not wanting to break. You huffed, rolling your eyes in annoyance. "You wanted to talk, talk, Carmen. I've got shit to do."

"Hey," Carmen's eyes flashed at you, his tone hard with an edge of warning. "You better watch your-"

"-No, you better watch your mouth with me. Watch what you say to me, Berzatto." You snapped, pointing a finger at him. "This isn't a fuckin' game, alright? I'm mad at you. Actually fuckin' mad at you."

Carmen's stomach turned, swallowing the guilt rising with the bile in his throat. "I... I'm sorry-"

"-Sorry isn't going to work this time, Carmen. It's always sorry. Always I didn't fuckin' mean to, I got busy." You snapped, arms wrapping over your torso. "You always do this, but our anniversary? You forgot our anniversary?"

"No, I didn't forget." Carmen ran a hand down his face. "I got you flowers and-and the bracelet-"

"-And that was very nice, Carmen, but you weren't there." You snapped, the finality in his tone making his rebuttal dissolve in his mouth. The hurt in your eyes, rounding and pitiful, soft and pleading with him. You were angry, but you were hurt, too.

His shoulders deflated, breath leaving his lungs. "You're right," Carmen nodded slowly. "No, you're-you're right, and-and-and I'm... Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby." Carmen said sincerely, eyes shining with sincerity. "I... I got caught up and I-I shouldn't have even been working that day, I just..."

"I know." You muttered, looking down at the desk, a framed picture of the two of you in Copenhagen at your wedding ceremony. Carmen in his suit, you in your dress, happy and smiling with the breathtaking scenery behind you.

Carmen could feel the guilt growing in his chest, palms sweating and heart racing, the panic to fix it- to do something. "How much longer do you have?" Carmen asked, nodding towards your laptop.

"Just a few more things to edit." You looked at your paused work. "Why?"

"Let me... Let me make it right." Carmen sighed, shaking hands fumbling towards his apron.

"Carmen, you can't leave-"

"-Yeah, yeah, I can." Carmen nodded, pulling the door out and calling for Sydney. "Can you cover tonight, Chef?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I can." Sydney nodded.

"I got it too, Cousin-" Carmen shut the door before he could hear Richie's full comment, sure something smart ass would be included.

"Let's go out." Carmen looked at you. "A make up. Please?"

You folded your arms, pouting lightly. "'m not dressed for going out."

"What're you talkin' about? You look beautiful, c'mon." Carmen shook his head lightly at you, shoving his clothes into his bag, pulling out his spare.

You tried not to drool at the sight of his chest. You'd missed him, you really had. It was a shame the lingerie went to waste.

Carmen pulled you out of the restaurant, hand on your waist, holding you close to his side. It wasn't the fancy reservations you'd planned, no Michelin star restaurants with expensive wine. No, instead, he took you to some a rooftop restaurant, one with the vibey aesthetic you always cooed at on Instagram. Sitting and sharing pretzels and greasy food, snuggled into Carmen's side while he ordered dessert. Giggling when he fed you the brownie sundae, tilting your head back with his fingers cradling your jaw lightly. It was simple, romantic, and fun. Made your heart swell, clinging to him the whole way home.

And when you got home? Carmen was in heaven. Letting you show him what he missed a few days earlier.

#thebearer #bearblahs #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto fic #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #carmen berzatto angst #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x you #carmy x reader #richie jerimovich #sydney amadu #carmen berzatto fanfiction #carmy berzatto fluff #the bear fx

[fortheloveofexy]

Top 5 vs Personal 5

List your top 5 fics ranked by kudos on AO3. are you surprised by what's most popular to your readers? then provide your ranking of your personal top 5 fics, and tag a few fellow writers!

Thanks for the tag @mostlymaudlin ! tagging @jingerhead @paradoxolotl @exy-shmexy @storiesnstardust

Top 5 (by Kudos):

1. Call Me By Your Name (3.9k, andreil)  

Basically, Neil calls Andrew “baby” in his sleep once, so Andrew  gets flustered and then secretly tries out different pet names for Neil.

This one... honestly really surprised me with how popular it got. It’s my most kudos’d fic by a long shot (2,378 kudos??? insanity). It’s a short little thing, entirely focused around andreil and pet names. To be honest, I have mixed feelings about this one being the top fic, because it’s one of my oldest fics and I don’t really love the prose now. I don’t really understand why it got so popular out of everything I wrote bc it’s never anyone’s favorite fic when I ask, but I’m glad so many enjoyed it!

2. Sweet Enough To Eat (3.1k, andreil) 

Andrew experiencing cute aggression. That’s basically the whole premise lol.

 Anyway, this one is my oldest fic, so I assume that’s why it’s so popular. It’s cute, sweet even! I still like it to this day. Not much else to say about it though.

3. May We Meet Again (10.7k, andreil)

The first installment of the Artist Neil AU. 

To be honest, I don’t like it anymore. That whole AU has problems with pacing, and some characterization issues too. Plus, looking back at the art now makes me cringe so hard. The only reason it’s still up is bc I know a lot of people really like it. Sometimes I think about revising the whole thing but I still remember how big of an undertaking it was when I first wrote it and made all the art for it, so I probably won’t. 

4. The Marks We Make (41.3k, andreil)

A (mostly) canon rewrite from Andrew’s POV with a soulmate AU twist. 

This the first multichapter fic I ever wrote, and one of the earliest fics I ever published, so I’m not surprised it’s high on the list. There are some things I like about this one, and some I would do differently. Writing this fic helped me make some of my first friends in the fandom though, so it was very much worth it.

5. Yes Or No? (35.5k, andreil)

sub andrew & Dom Neil pwp - need I say more?. 

This one truly surprised me. It was meant to be a one-shot experiment, something I wrote as an exploration of my own boundaries and limits. BDSM fics are often triggering for me, so I generally avoid them, but I wanted to write a BDSM fic that I would be able to enjoy and to explore BDSM from a safe distance.

However, given how much the fandom seemed to be against Andrew submitting (and sometimes even just bottoming) at the time, I worried I might end up getting hate for writing it. To my surprise, I did not, and so many commenters asked that I continue it that I ended up turning it into a whole series. 

I’m quite proud of it still - it might just be a smut fic to most people, but it will always be more than just a smut fic to me. 

I do hate the last 3 paragraphs of the main fic though. I was on a kick where I thought incorporating references to fic titles and canon lines into my writing was clever and fun, but now I just cringe when I look at it. Ahh well, maybe someday I’ll change it and tell nobody. Create a little Berenstein/Berenstain Bears moment :)

Top 5 (Personal Ranking):

1.  More Than Words (32.9k, ongoing, neon friendship)

Neil and Aaron meet as kids and become best friends, long before Aaron learns his mother’s secret - he has a long lost twin brother.

I cannot gush enough about the love I have for this fic, this whole story. I can’t talk about it here because I have some insane twists planned (iykyk) but just know this fic is my baby and this story will be my magnum opus once it’s done. I love writing Neil and Aaron’s friendship, I love writing Aaron’s POV, I love the plans I have these boys. It’s still ongoing so I understand why it’s not higher up in the kudos ranking, but I’m hopeful that will change once I actually finish it.

2. A Quiet Self-Destruction (2.6k, andreil)

A character study on Andrew’s experience with depression, and how Neil helps him through his bad days.

I wrote this to comfort myself during one of my own depression spells. It still brings me a bit of hope on dark days. For that, I will always love it.

3. Scribbles and Sticky Notes (11.7k, andreil)

Neil retires from Exy, with heaps of fluff, soft Andreil, wholesome Twinyards, hurt/comfort, MCD and angst.

Hands down, this is the saddest fic I’ve ever written, and I’m quite proud of that fact. I think the pacing is really good, and the gut punches are quite successful (while being foreshadowed quite nicely). The characterization is also spot on, I think. It’s got MCD though, which I think is probably why it’s not more popular. 

4. The Past, Stained Red (4.4k, andreil)

Part 3 of the Artist Neil AU. Andrew has a surprise run-in with a ghost from his past, and finally gets some closure.

This is the only fic of the Artist Neil AU that I actually still like. It’s well-paced, well-characterized, and I still like the art. Mostly, though, I viciously loved writing Andrew getting to close the door on Cass, and I loved writing him acknowledging the harm she did to him as a foster parent. He couldn’t see it as a child, but as an adult? He sees her clearly, in all her failure. It was extremely cathartic to write that. 

5. Catdrew Meowyard (1.4k, andreil)

Andrew suddenly has cat ears and a tail. Nobody questions it. Shenanigans ensue.

This is such a silly little fic. I wrote it as a joke and I still love it dearly, even though it’s very dumb. It’s just very fun to write and to read, and it’s perfect for when I want to blow off steam and write some crack.

#aftg #andreil #all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg fics #aftg fanfics #andrew minyard #neil josten #fic recs #aftg fanfic #andreil fanfic #andreil fic #aftg fic #fanfic

[bedrockbones]

bedrock bros space AU with protective!techno where tommy desperately wants somebody to protect him but can’t accept it at the same time

bc he’s gotten so used to protecting himself that accepting it from anybody else feels like weakness

or maybe the last time somebody tried protecting him it didn’t end well for them/tommy

could be a previous situation similar to exile but in space or an experiment type thing, up to you!

but techno basically sitting tommy down and going “I want to protect you, you want to be protected, why is that not happening”

and tommy breaking down and admitting everything

I wish you would write a fic where... ///not accepting everytime i start one of these i have no idea what to write and then i black out and theres a whole ass fic here. bedrock bros possesses me i guess enjoy the hurt/comfort. techno has four arms btw

The view from the port window always managed to calm Tommy down. There's something about the yawning expanse of space decorated with glittering lights of stars that made all of the problems on the shift seem insignificant. Easy to fix.

It's not working as well this time, because the problem has followed Tommy back to his suite.

"Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?" The piglin grunts. Tommy can hear the clop of his hooves as he paces. He doesn't need to look to know his lower arms are perched on his hips and his upper pair are crossed over his chest. It's a common stance for Technoblade to take when he's angry.

As if the fucker has any right to be angry. As if he's somehow the victim in this scenario.

"Would you just look at me? What is your problem?" Evidently fed up with Tommy's silence, Technoblade marches up to Tommy and grabs him by the shoulder, intending to turn him around. Tommy goes with the movement but wrenches himself free from Technoblade's touch.

"Don't fucking touch me," He snarls, ignoring the hurt broadcasted in Technoblade's drooping ears. There's something in Tommy's chest that feels too much like pain. Or maybe grief.

He pretends that it's anger. "What is my problem? Fine! You want to know what my fucking problem is?! It's you! It's you, treating me like I'm some fucking child! Like I'm your child!" Tommy steps forward, jabbing a finger into Technoblade's chest.

"What the fuck are we doing here, Techno?! What do you want from me?! We're not anything to each other! I met you three months ago!" His jabbing evolves to a full shove. Not that it does anything to the brick wall of an alien. Technoblade doesn't budge. Just takes Tommy's attack like it's nothing.

I'm not-" his voice breaks, to Tommy's own horror, but he forces through. "I'm no good, man. I'm- Look at me! Look at what I-"

His shaking fingers curl into Technoblade's shirt as Tommy's head tilts downwards, hiding from the piglin's gaze.

"Why?" Tommy croaks. "Why do you keep trying to protect me? I'm just- I'm just..."

'-just a parasite! You're a fucking parasite, Tommy! You take and take and fucking take. You should be grateful I even give you the time of day-!'

Warm hands cupping his own draw him out of his memories. Another pair reach for his face, tilting his chin up and wiping at his cheeks. Like the coward he is, Tommy keeps his eyes closed. He can't bear to see whatever expression Technoblade must be wearing right now.

But the piglin surprises him when he responds.

"I never finished the story of Theseus, did I?"

The confusion is enough for Tommy to finally meet Technoblade's eyes. The sadness on his face makes him try to shy away, but Technoblade doesn't release him.

"He wasn't rewarded for his bravery. He was cast out. Exiled. And he died alone and unwanted."

Tommy flinches, like Technoblade has just struck him. He might as well have. This is the hero Technoblade has named him after?

"Why would you...?" He can't bring himself to ask, but Technoblade understands regardless.

"Because I can see that's what you're doing to yourself." You're sixteen- and I know enough about humans to know that's under maturity- and on a traveling ship by yourself. You won't let anyone near you. You're living in an exile of your own doing, Theseus."

It's awful to hear, because it's true, but he still finds himself shaking his head.

"I- you don't get it. I have to-"

"To what? Be miserable? Be alone? No, you don't."

Tommy is still shaking his head. Technoblade doesn't understand. He just doesn't fucking get it. Tommy spent so long leaching off of Dream- he can't let himself do that again. He can't be a parasite.

He's done so well so far. Tommy hasn't let anyone close since he got away from Dream. Hasn't been a leech or a parasite or anything else. He's been independent. He's-He's-

He's been alone, he realizes. He's been...in exile.

The tears come after than Technoblade can wipe away, but the piglin still tries. It just makes Tommy sob harder.

"I'm-sorry-" He hiccups. He doesn't even really know what he's apologizing for, he just is. Like always, Technoblade sees through it. He sees what Tommy needs even before Tommy does.

"It's alright, Theseus. You're alright." The piglin's arms wrap around Tommy. Both pairs. "We're going to work through this. Together."

It feels like a promise. Together.

No more exile. He isn't alone.

Tommy closes his eyes and finally allows himself to relax.

#bedrock bros #bones writing #bones rattles #ask #ask game

[abbysgoodgirl]

js some lil thoughts abt abs taking u to build a bear for a lil date <;33 

sorry it’s so short n it’s not proofread so if u see a mistake shhh!!!

description: abs takes u to build a bear on a lil date <33 no use of y/n!! n reader is to be described very femme but no description on weight or skin color!! 💕💕

warnings: none!! js fluff 💌💐

☆ you told her a few weeks ago how u rlly wanna go to build a bear n that made abs get the cute lil idea to take u there on a lil date !!! so now here u r getting all dolled up ready to goo

☆ abs ties the last knot in the baby pink bows you have in your hair at the end of your braids (for my beautiful black bby’s abs will sit n braid your gorgeous natural hair n add lil butterfly clips and bows if you rlly want mls <333) n straps up your mary janes over your favorite frilly white socks matching your dress n cardigan <33

☆ then u both get in abs car her beautiful matte black doge challenger u choosing all the music ofc being her lil passenger princess as you drive there !!!

☆ you spend hours in the store i’m not kidding u end up getting 2 bc u pulled those wide doe eyes n pouty look abby can’t resist :((( “but baby you already have so many stuffies we can’t fit 2 more just 1” “but she’s so cute :(((“ she caves immediately after

☆ after stuffing your 2 bears you got the bunny n cinnamoroll build a bear !!! (you can imagine any other if you don’t like them bbys!!) for your bunny you get a strawberry scent n for cinnamoroll you get marshmallow <333 n you get the real beating heart n abby’s voice in both :((( (you can imagine what she says if you’d like!!! i imagine it would be one for when she’s out or whatever and you miss her n one just saying ily 💕💕)

☆ you get lil outfits for them both for your bunny a denim mini skirt n the cutest jumper ever <33 then for cinnamoroll you get his own onesie n sleepmask !!! “abs look how cute!!!!” you’d giggle all excited to her showing the outfits off when abs js wants to go as you’ve been in there for over 2 hours :/

☆ now it’s time to name them you start w your bunny naming her abby (basically u js made abs in bear form :3) and cinnamoroll, cinnamoroll as that’s his name <33 n abby js scoffs n goes on abt how she’s sm better than your abby bunny >:(

☆ finally y’all get home n your in bed abby n cinnamoroll in your arms as you lay on abby her reading quietly out loud as you murmur lil thank yous and i love yous sleepily cuddling both abbys n cinnamoroll your other stuffies lined up next to you drifting into a peaceful slumber <333

#꒱ೃ ✦ ꒰ evelyn writes! ꒱ೃ ✦ #abby anderson #abby anderson fluff #abby x fem!reader #abby tlou

[iprefertheterminsane]

Ok, I just need to get this out of my head but

Dreamling Medieval Royal AU with King Dream and Knight Hob

So basically what I was thinking is (punched) aw fuck, I cant believe you've done this

In a somewhat canon compliant manner, the story TECHNICALLY starts with Dream (Morpheus) getting kidnapped and held hostage for 6 months

He does eventually manage to get himself free and find himself back to his realm, which had been near the brink of war with the absence of their king

He resolves most problems, other than the tension when his people discover he's been kidnapped by nobility of Desire and Despair (Eros and Oizys)'s Kingdom, which in itself had been in a form of civil turmoil for an ongoing year now. Theyre clamoring for retribution but Dream REALLY isn't in the place of mind to deal with clamoring for war with his own sibling rn

Lucienne, palace librarian and closest counsel, advises him to get his bearings and properly heal with Death (Thana), the sibling with which he was closest to in her kingdom (The Sunless Lands)

She welcomes him with an open arms, and receives him gladly. He mostly spends most of his time in his room or in the Palace, just relishing having a break from his duties, but Death is a hovering mother hen and he escapes from the palace to get some space from her

He spends time instead brooding in the smaller gardens behind the palace kitchens, where (here comes the fun part) Knight!Hob finds him for the first time

Sir Robert Gadling, also known as Hob to his compatriots, is among Death's favourite soldiers. He spars in the courtyard with the rest of the bros every day

Its been a rough couple of years for him as well. Hes only returned from a 3 year war outside the kingdom, during which his wife and son had died from plague when he returned. Death stayed with him in his manor to accompany him in his grief, and hes very indebted to her.

That being said, he Does Not recognize who Dream is.

He would have left the guy alone, he was just taking a bit of a stroll and see if a pal from the kitchens have a snack for him to munch on, but the guy looks so lost and mournful and sad, so like him when Hob had returned, and Hob knows more than anyone how desperately one would like a friend.

He strikes up conversation. They guy looked SPOOKED, like a stray animal ready to flee at the first sign of agression. It wrenches Hob's heart to think of what could have made him so scared and wary.

And Dream, considering his experiences and fresh trauma, WAS scared and wary

The man doesn't tell Hob his name, but he wasn't deterred.

The Stranger is a WONDERFUL listener, not speaking much but attentive and kind eyes, and Hob hasn't felt so free and unguarded with someone new for ages.

They depart at dusk, nearly dinnertime.

When Hob returns the next day, there was the stranger still where he'd left him

They would proceed to have similar little dates. Hob still doesnt know who this Stranger is. He doesnt know where he comes from or if he works in the kitchens (though his clothes looked too fine for that) or if he was some sort of mute fae or what.

However on their very last date, they had a bit of a fight where Hob suggested they might be friends and the Stranger just blew his absolute top off on offense for reasons Hob could not compute. He left their date early, very similar to canon timeline break uo scene

And Dream was pulled away to return to the Dreaming for a political emergency that evening, so he didnt even have time to apologize. He doesnt meet Hob the next day, but Hob waited past dusk, basically all day for him :( and hes convinced its bc he said something stupid

End of Part 1

#Dreamling #royal AU #knight Hob #Let Him Be Mine #LHBM AU #sandman #dream #death #hob gadling

[rozaceous]

Road to Ninja!Mariko? Or maybe a zombie apocalypse au Mariko? I’m sorry I only have very stupid ideas.

An AU where she is reincarnated earlier in canon? Like around 2nd or 3rd war?

anon, you had no way of knowing this, but my original naruto oc was not in fact mariko, though the two share any number of traits! i ended up abandoning that line bc i couldn't wrangle the amnt of foreknowledge required to make canon come out vaguely canon-like, my ideas about canon kept evolving, and there wasn't a plot so much as a few scenes i had in mind.

but here, have nohara yua, who got assigned to uchiha shisui's genin team. (yes, that nohara) she's end-of 3rd war era, approximately, bc kishimoto's timeline is...flexible. i know this isn't quite what you were poking at, but it's what i've got so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Yua all but slams down the last of the dishes on the puny dining table in Sasuke's puny apartment before slamming herself down in front of it all.

"All right, kid," she says, starting to serve herself from the pot of stew. Sasuke warily follows suit. "We're gonna have a talk, and it'll be a bit gross because feelings are a thing, but bear with me. Itadakimasu."

"Itadakimasu."

Yua prods her stew until it's fully mixed with her rice. "Right. So, excepting my older sister with whom I do not get on most days ending in a y, and a friend who's probably crazier than me, I've basically lost everyone I've ever loved. Family, friends, mentors--my heart's a graveyard. And this isn't my idea of attempting compassion," she says warningly, not missing Sasuke's sudden curled lip. He frowns at her instead, caught out. "I'm telling you this because you should know from the get-go that I'm not what you might call emotionally stable. On the other hand, most shinobi aren't, but then again, most aren't quite the level of fucked up I've attained. Though I can name a few. Whatever. That said, I'm also really fucking good at my job."

She shovels a couple of bites into her mouth while Sasuke looks on with an expression of vague disgust at her lack of manners. Yua doesn't give a shit.

"The Academy's probably going to be doing away with early graduation entirely pretty soon since we aren't in wartime and no one wants to chance repeating your precious brother--" Sasuke flinches almost imperticibly and Yua tramples on "--but with that caveat, I graduated at the age of nine, got promoted to Chunnin at ten, and was a jounin by the time I was fourteen. I made the bingo books when I was twelve, and right now I'm listed anywhere from B to S rank. Depends on the country, but Suna's shit and practically lives to piss me off, so the day they give me the satisfaction of treating me like a real threat is the day they get snow in their forecast. They're just bitter that I'm better at wind jutsu than them anyways. Iwa and Kiri are better, though, they take me seriously and have a pretty accurate take on my abilities between the two of them.

"My honest self-assessment is that I'm A to S rank, depending on what type of work you're looking for. I'm not an all-rounder by any means. My taijutsu is decent, bukijutsu is acceptable, and my genjutsu are good but my repertoire is pretty small. I'm ninjutsu type, through and through, and that much I'm damn good at. There's maybe two ninja in the village that can give me a run for my money in ninjutsu, and one of them's the Hokage."

Sasuke has virtually abandoned his stew to stare at her beadily, interested despite himself.

"Now I did all that without any bloodline bullshit, without clan techniques, and almost exclusively being self-taught. And since you're clearly wondering why the fuck I'm telling you my résumé, I'll say: if you wanna learn, I'll teach you."

Sasuke's eyes flare wide and, never one to miss an opportunity to pause dramatically, Yua takes another couple bites.

"Why would you teach me?" Sasuke demands as soon as it's clear that she's not immediately going to explain herself. "I barely even know you."

Yua chokes on a laugh while mid-chew and then starts coughing. She ends up having to gulp water to clear her esophagus.

"Yeah, that's true enough," she admits once she has herself under control. "I've got no credentials as a teacher, either; I've always sort of brushed off taking on a genin team even though I'm sure I'd like it. Partly it's because once you teach someone something, even though you're technically responsible, you've got no control over how they use what you've taught them. Students go errant all the time. And partly it's that I'm an emotionally stunted softie who would imprint all over a bunch of baby genin and mother them within an inch of their lives.

"But I'm still hoping that you'll take me on, kid. Itachi wants to fuck up our lives? Fuck that, I say. He wants you to get strong, to live like shit, all full of unhappiness and hate just to have the chance of taking him in a fight?" Sasuke's hand is white-knuckled over his spoon. "Fuck that," Yua says passionately. "Fuck that asshole and fuck what he wants. I'll make you strong enough that there won't be a damn person in the world, not Itachi or anybody, who can tell you how to live your life. Because if I can give you my skill set, your eye magic baloney combined with the fact that you've got talent in spades and a damn good work ethic will mean that you'll be virtually untouchable."

It's true, too. A Sharingan user with perfect chakra control would be able to steal and then duplicate any jutsu like Kakashi on steroids because of the lack of chakra drain from being able to properly turn off the doujutsu and the efficiency in performing those jutsu. A Sharingan user with perfect chakra control who can use substitution jutsu so well that it's basically teleportation? Unmatched versatility in attacking, superior speed, evasion, illusions-- the word invulnerable comes to Yua's mind.

---

Yua decides that it's time to step in when Naruto is unconscious at Sasuke's feet and the transformation granted by the curse mark starts to recede from his body. She substitutes from her place in the trees to a spot atop the water in his line of sight, just far enough away that he isn't going to feel provoked. Nonetheless, he jolts when he sees her, and she feels the chakra rising in him as though to attack.

"Calm down," she says quietly, words nearly lost in the crashing rush of the waterfall behind her.

Sasuke's hands return to his side, but they're clenched into fists and he regards her warily.

"Yua." His voice is raspy, a little dull. And no wonder, if he's just finished attempting to beat the life out of his best friend only for his tutor to show up. "I'll fight you, too, if I have to."

There's no relish in the words.

"No," she says, still quiet, feeling like the moment deserves her solemnity. "I'd say you've demonstrated your resolve to leave. I won't be the one to drag you back."

---

Sasuke stares at Yua, feeling something almost like panic climbing up his throat.

"The--your mission--"

"Fuck the mission, Sasuke," she says gently, and her expression is sad but not accusing.

He doesn't understand. He'd steeled himself as soon as he'd seen her, knowing that for her to show up at such an opportune moment meant that she'd likely been watching the fight between him and Naruto and that she now has a perfect grasp of her surroundings and Sasuke's condition. And Sasuke knows that even if he were in top shape and had the full use of the curse mark, even if his chakra wasn't as weak as the flame of a candle, he would stand little chance against Yua. She'd shown him the gap in their skills often enough, after all, and she's the one that he's closest to ever since everyone died, the one who made sure he ate well and did his homework and got enough rest, who taught him chakra control and how to shunshin, who calls him things like Little Duck and ruffles his hair no matter how much he protests. Naruto may be his friend, but Yua is the closest thing to family that he has left, is the person with the strongest claim to him, the one most likely to make him return, either through force or personal ties.

Even so, he'd been willing to fight.

So for her to stand before him now and announce that she's abandoning the mission that so many of his peers have hurt themselves over, that she'll ignore the orders of her Kage with ease, and all of it without the faintest trace of judgment on her face after he's tried to kill his best friend--he's just like Itachi who stole Shisui from her--

Yua must understand whatever his features are telling her without words, because she says, "I told you at the beginning that the danger of teaching is that the teacher has no control over how the student uses what they're taught."

Students go errant all the time, his memory echoes, as if summoned by her reminder. He feels it like a punch to the gut. He'd known, before, that he was essentially betraying her by leaving Konoha for Orochimaru, but now he knows it the same way that he knows one of his ribs is fractured.

"But I also told you," she says, "that I wanted you to be strong enough that no one could tell you how to live your life. And that's what I want, for you to have the power to make your own destiny. And you think that Orochimaru has something that no one else does. That his offer of power is unique, superior. So, as the one who promised that to you initially, I apologize for failing you."

And she inclines her head--Yua bows her head--

"Stop," he says in a gasp, and there's moisture building in his eyes. If it sounds like he's begging, it's because he is, because if Yua keeps talking, keeps forgiving him, then his resolve will fail him and everything will have been pointless.

"No," she says, with sudden firmness, and she stares him straight in the eye. "You're choosing your own fate, Sasuke, and I won't resent you for it. This is the path you're walking now, and you can't turn back, you can't be swayed. That's what it means to tangle with destiny--there's no room for regret. And if you're going to Orochimaru, there can't be a single doubt in your heart."

"But why?!" The question rips out of him in his desperation to understand. "After all of this, after everything, why would you let me go?! How can I--how--you--"

"Because I love you," she says without hesitation, even though he sees the glossy film covering her eyes and starting to stick to her lashes. The ferocity of her words takes him aback as much as the content. Literally, too; Sasuke takes a half-step back. "Love is the tie that binds us to one another, but it's not a chain. And anyways, I promised you freedom."

Yua starts to walk towards him, and he stands frozen beside Naruto's unconscious form until she's right in front of him. He thinks, somewhat hysterically, that he really doesn't stand a chance against Yua in a fight if all she has to use is a few words before he's as paralyzed as a fearful rabbit. Naruto--and he forces down an absurd giggle--could stand to learn from her.

She pulls him into her chest tightly and he's helpless against her. No matter that she's only barely taller than him now, no matter the muscle and experience he's gained; she overpowers him.

The hand she has pressed to the back of his head trembles. And then, before he's had time to relax into the embrace, she releases him.

"Take care," she says, and a pair of tears streak down past the purple marks on her cheeks. Sasuke studiously ignores the damp spot he's left on her shoulder.

"I--I will," he says.

They stare at each other for a long moment, each aware that they won't be seeing one another any time soon, and that the next time they meet they may very well be on opposing sides. Sasuke feels something burning deep in his chest, something that's been aflame ever since he'd started fighting Naruto in earnest. It hurts him, warms him; he feels like he's going to choke.

"Now get outta here, kid."

Still helpless against her, he listens.

---

Yua's washing her parents' and sister's headstone like she has every fourth Friday for the past several years when Kakashi finds her. She hands him a soft brush; she's learned to bring more than one.

Kakashi, faintly smudged with dirt and smelling of tree sap and algae and sweat, takes it from her wordlessly, crouching and dousing the brush in her bucket of water. His strokes across the stone are precise and thorough, practiced, and they work in quiet symphony for several minutes.

Finally, he leans back on his heels and says, "I thought you were going to talk some sense into him."

If it's not anything to do with work, Kakashi tends to say only exactly as much as he has to, speaking in bare thesis statements without the supplementary paragraphs that show how he's reached his conclusions, and as such, Yua has become extremely good at reading between Kakashi's lines.

Sasuke is gone, and Kakashi doesn't know why she didn't do more to stop him.

She exhales slowly and with purposeful evenness, offering respectful attention to the characters of her mother's name as she washes them. "I think Sasuke is operating from a different definition of sensible."

Kakashi's snort lacks humor.

"He's no fool, Kakashi," she says lowly. "Rash and impulsive, sure, but not stupid. I'm sure he knows exactly what he's walking into. Orochimaru's made no secret of wanting Sasuke's body for his own."

"I fail to see how giving Orochimaru the precise thing he wants fits any definition of sensible," Kakashi says dryly.

"There's a three-year timeline before Orochimaru can take another body," Yua contradicts. "And I think that for Sasuke it'll be plenty of time."

"For?"

"Becoming strong enough to kill Orochimaru and eliminating the threat against him altogether." Kakashi's head turns to her slightly, but Yua only notes the motion in her peripheral vision. "For better or worse, Konoha's changed since either of us were genin. At his age, I was a chuunin in the bingo books of all the major countries and you were a jounin. Don't get me wrong, in terms of comprehensive skill level, Sasuke is above where I was, but I would've won in a fight because of experience. Experience is a hard teacher, but if you manage to survive it, there's nothing better. And with that stupid curse mark and the certain knowledge that he's targeted by Orochimaru, how much field work could Sasuke really have been guaranteed?"

Kakashi's gaze on her is wary, but he doesn't interrupt.

"If he'd stayed, Sasuke would've been trained to the bone, but he would've been coddled from the world outside the village," Yua says. "And Orochimaru's already breached Konoha's defenses, has killed the Kazekage and the Sandaime Hokage. There's no guarantee that he wouldn't do something equally drastic again for the chance of getting at Sasuke, with no attention to collateral damage. And besides, if we were truly capable of keeping him safe, he wouldn't have that curse mark in the first place. So I'd say Sasuke is taking a lot of factors into account."

Kakashi sighs, running a hand through his messy stack of hair. Yua glances over, intrigued as always at the sight. If his hair is stiff and voluminous enough to defy gravity as it does, how does his hand not get caught?

"Then I guess I'm having a hard time accepting that my student is relatively safer in the hands of the S-class nuke-nin that wants to throttle his soul and possess his body," he bites out. "Especially since I like to think that between the two of us, even Orochimaru wouldn't be too much to handle."

"I'm retired from field work," Yua reminds him, though in truth she's warm at the open expression of respect at her abilities considering how long it's been since they've worked together.

Kakashi gives her a flat look. "I seem to remember you holding your own during the Crush just fine."

"I suppose," she says blandly. "But the fact of the matter is that Sasuke doesn't think that he has anything left to learn from me. And maybe he's right; there's only so many chakra control exercises I can give him. I'm in no position to offer field work."

"There was an easy way to change that and you know it."

Yua drops her brush and pours the remaining water over the stones. Some of it splashes at her bared toes. Kakashi offers his brush back and it clatters into the bottom of the bucket.

She joins Kakashi in resting in a squat, butt nearly touching the ground and her arms crossed over her knees, chin resting upon them.

"My goal in teaching Sasuke was to make him strong enough to choose his own destiny. And what he does with what I've taught him has always been his decision."

"Yua--"

"Was I supposed to drag him back?" Yua interrupts, surly. "He's demonstrated his resolve to leave, I'd say. I couldn't love that boy more if he were my own flesh and blood, but I'm not going to chain him down based on some hypocritical idea of what I think is best for him. I can only trust that I've taught him well enough that he'll make it. The other option is despair and agony and I've had enough of that for my lifetime, thanks very much."

She presses her eyes into her forearms. "I've made, Kakashi. I kept him as safe as I could all this time, I trained him and made sure he ate properly, I taught him how to keep house for himself, asked about his grades in school and what he learned in class. But never once did I tell him about my true motive in retiring to hospital work. I wasn't as honest as I should have been, and part of me--I want Sasuke in my life forever, but part of me is glad he's gone so I don't have to worry as much about the fallout of my actions. And part of me is scared of what he'll do when he finds out what I've kept from him."

There is, for a long moment, silence.

"You've always acted according to Sasuke's best interests." Kakashi's voice leaves no room for rebuttal. "If you weren't honest with him, it's because it wasn't safe. You know that as well as I do--better, even, so don't go beating yourself up about it. No one expected you to take care of Sasuke and no one would have asked it of you, but you stepped in where no one else did. You've done a good job with him, Yua, and if you're saying that you think he's strong enough to make it on his own, I'm sure he'll come out on top. Though I don't like it.

"And as for what'll happen when he finds out the truth…" Yua dares to peek up from her arms as Kakashi pauses, and he treats her to an eye smile. "Maa, don't underestimate how much that brat loves you, too."

"Tch." But despite the lingering sense of anxiety, Yua does feel comforted. And then she snickers. "Look at us, having a conversation about feelings like emotionally competent adults. Is there snow soon?"

"You can speak for yourself," Kakashi says primly. "I am certainly not and never plan to be something so dull and mature-sounding as emotionally competent. It's likely dreadful and far too much work. Besides, I have an image to maintain."

"Yes, heaven forbid that I mar your reputation as the Angst Lord of Konoha."

"Precisely."

"My name is Hatake Kakashi, and I like the gloom. My dislikes are sunshine and good cheer. Hobbies include brooding over my tragic past and staring moodily off into the distance. I have no dreams for the future because hope is a delusion for those too afraid to engage with the despair that is reality."

"You know me so well."

Yua laughs.

---

Tsunade hasn't been back in Konoha for very long, but she's been around long enough to hear about how Konoha's once-notorious Nohara Yua, whose fame had reached even derelict pubs and casinos, had turned into the sweet-mannered, harmless-looking woman barely past girlhood that had first greeted Tsunade upon her arrival in the village hospital. Well, Tsunade has nothing against sweet manners or looking harmless, acknowledges their advantages, even, but Nohara Yua had embodied those qualities to the extent that Tsunade had started to think that the girl who had been renowned as the Windwalker and internationally feared as a ninjutsu master had been the result of overblown rumor, carefully planted misdirection, and willful blindness.

Initially, Tsunade had found her to be a competent enough doctor, and generally inoffensive. Upon learning who exactly had briefed her on her new patients' statuses and given her the rundown on current hospital procedures, the cognitive dissonance had been so great that she'd had to be assured that yes, it was that Nohara Yua. No, really.

And the nurse assuring Tsunade had, with the reluctance born of politeness and the thoroughness born of a love for gossip, told an astonished Shizune and skeptical Tsunade in an undertone why the Windwalker was working as a member of hospital staff. And then Tsunade had been well aware that she was in no place to make comments about lifestyle choices after losing a lover.

Still, that the woman apparently took on D-rank home repair missions as a hobby did not inspire Tsunade to believe that Nohara was ever anything other than a reasonably talented kunoichi whose offensive abilities had been rather exaggerated, both out of strategic convenience and a desire by other kunoichi for a female figure to look up to as the next--well, her. And even if Nohara had been as lethal as her reputation had painted her, Tsunade had been sure that that person was as dead as Uchiha Shisui, replaced by someone content to live out the rest of her life in a much quieter fashion.

But Tsunade only had been sure because right now the woman in question is standing in front of her desk next to Hatake Kakashi, explaining oh-so-succinctly about the steaming pile of shit that Hiruzen-sensei had left her to inherit, the ooze and stench of which is still far from stale for all that the rug has been thrown over it for almost half a decade. The same festering dung heap that Nohara has apparently been investigating secretly and under her own initiative, with no one but Hatake in the know, for the last four years.

"So let me get this straight," Tsunade says, in the full knowledge that she'll be getting absolutely plastered later this evening no matter what Shizune has to say about it. "The Uchiha were planning a coup against Konoha leadership."

"Yes."

"And the Sandaime was aware of this."

"Yes."

"And not only did Itachi not go insane and kill his entire clan, but he was acting under orders. From Danzo. Whom Itachi believed to have the Hokage's approval."

"Yes."

"And Itachi is now acting as an undercover agent without a handler in the international terrorist organization known as Akatsuki."

"That's correct."

"While Danzo is currently operating a secret military organization within Konoha itself, which answers only to him, and which the Sandaime falsely believed to have been dissolved as he ordered several years ago."

"Yes."

"And this organization has infiltrated Konoha's active forces on every level with no one the wiser, and has been taking and executing missions without official sanction."

Nohara's gaze slides to the alcove of Tsunade's office, where the ANBU agent on duty is hidden under seal--oh fucking shit--

"ANBU Cat is someone I trust with my life," Hatake inserts smoothly.

"What a fucking relief," Tsunade snarls. "Cat, get over here."

Cat is crouched in front of her in a flash.

"Get that decorative plate off your face, Cat," she snaps. Cat follows her instruction with admirable speed and Tsunade looks into the unassuming features of a man approximately Yua's age who is clearly struggling to master some kind of emotion that makes him look extremely nauseous. "Your name, Cat. Not ANBU designation."

"Tenzou, Hokage-sama."

"Right. Tenzou. How long have you served in ANBU?"

"Seven years, Hokage-sama."

"Long enough to have known Uchiha Itachi."

"We were briefly on the same ANBU team, Hokage-sama, along with Kakashi-senpai and Yua-senpai."

"And do the events that Nohara has just finished describing sound plausible to you?"

Tenzou's eyes lower momentarily before conscientiously returning to meet her gaze. "They sound as plausible as Itachi having a violent mental break, Hokage-sama."

"And do you know of this organization called ROOT?"

In response, Tenzou opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out as far as it will go. For one horrible second Tsunade flounders, wondering if this is some faddish gesture she's too old to understand, and then she sees the seal.

"That bastard," Tsunade whispers.

Nohara snorts. "Yeah, he likes to seal up the tongues of anyone who does work for him so they can't blab. Most of my investigation into ROOT has been looking at what should be there, not what is. You find it by spotting the empty space.

"I know that he has shinobi that he's trained specifically for years, and then there are others who have engaged in missions with him thinking that they're partaking in some extra black black ops, not aware that they're doing anything that isn't perfectly legitimate, if secret beyond all reason. Kakashi got sucked in years ago, before he realized that Danzo was operating off books, and Danzo dropped him like a hot cake and left him to fester under that godforsaken seal. Recon work has been a bitch."

"If your goal was to squirrel out ROOT, why didn't you return to ANBU?" Tsunade questions narrowly. "Surely it would have been easier to gather intelligence while on Danzo's recruiting grounds."

Nohara stills, looking discomfited for the first time. "There were several reasons," she says finally. "Part of it is that I wanted to be there for Sasuke, and having a set schedule at the hospital and no missions taking me out of the village made that considerably easier. Part of it's that I want Danzo to think I'm none the wiser to his schemes, and I'd say I've done a good job of being soft and overly emotional, exactly like he hates in shinobi. And then, well, I honestly wasn't in any shape to take on ANBU work." Nohara clenches her hands at her sides, and her stare is borderline defiant. "My partner had just died under suspicious circumstances, my friend and captain had killed his clan and turned missing-nin. Not to mention, I'd just finished recovering from a mission that I'm pretty sure was supposed to off me. Bluntly, I was a fucking mess."

Hatake slides Nohara a look and Tenzou does the same, though Tenzou's look has the distinct tinge of pity whereas Hatake's is merely assessing.

"Mostly though," Nohara continues, "I no longer had faith in the Hokage. Shisui went to the Sandaime about the coup, and the next thing I knew, Shisui was dead and the Uchiha clan was gone. Things had gone extremely and terribly wrong and I knew that either the Sandaime was in on it, or he'd been too ineffective to prevent it. I could never betray the village that Shisui loved so much, that my family died to protect, but neither could I serve under Sarutobi Hiruzen."

Tsunade understands her phrasing perfectly. The village that her entire family--barring one estranged sister--had died for. The village that Shisui had loved. Not Yua.

"I can understand using Sasuke's departure from the village as the the impetus for bringing this to my attention," Tsunade says slowly. "But I have to ask the question: what do you plan to do if I don't pursue your investigation? What if I decide to leave things buried, or even to silence everyone in this room?"

Hatake freezes entirely, expressionless, and Tenzou's eyes widen.

Nohara merely blinks.

"I came to you with this information because I think that you have a sense of justice," she says. "The Sandaime was too focused on mercy, not realizing that mercy without justice is nothing but weakness. Honestly, I think the man was a coward. But you know the pain that I know, Tsunade-sama, and you left Konoha because you couldn't abide the senselessness of the loss, and I think that you're back because you want to see that loss made meaningful. And if that's the case, if what I hope and think about you is correct, then I'm ready to serve you in whatever capacity you think best without reservation.

"But if not." Nohara's voice doesn't harden or raise, her face doesn't shift. Even so, the room feels a degree colder. "Even heaven won't stop me, Tsunade-sama. I'm not interested in revenge, but if you deny justice to me, to Sasuke and Itachi and all the dead, then there will be no stopping me. I won't let anyone demean the ideal that every shinobi on the Memorial Stone died to honor and uphold. I won't let the Konoha that so many have fought and hurt for turn into an empty shell, devoid of meaning. I've done my best these last few years to work so that this wrong can be resolved as peacefully as possible. And even if I let it be a convenient face, I've genuinely tried to live gently and kindly. But in the end, I'm a shinobi. If it means that I can look the boy I raised in the eye, if it means I can take my friend's hands and let him put down his sword, and if it means that when I die I can say to my parents and my sister and my partner that nothing they suffered was in vain, then I will use every scrap of knowledge and strength I possess for violence, and I won't hesitate to cut down you or anyone who stands in my way."

Silence reigns, and Tsunade doubts that her left eyebrow has ever strained so high. Yes, the woman before her is certainly no accommodating doctor. This is a woman who is every bit the efficient killer of her mythology and then some, crafty and slippery and with a diamond will.

She scoffs. "I'll consider myself warned, then."

#this is Old old #parts of this make me wince to re-read but i overall do still love it #and yua is rin's younger sister #there's also older sister mai and she and yua don't talk #i'm assigning yua's parents as 'dead during kyuubi' as they tried to help ppl #a medical family! yua sort of bucked the trend out of necessity and mai is anbu medic #yua and kakashi's relationship is friendly but extremely fraught #yua used to follow rin around everywhere--that era's team seven definitely knew her #would make obito reveal super fun! #the universe outside us #internet user demands answers #(yikes this is actually fic length...)

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

so this here is auggie: semi finalized!!! halliwell's... probably? not going to be his last name but i had no clue what surname to give him so its acting as a stand in aaa

so this is the blorbo. the new bsd oc i have been working on. from the fanfic i am Struggling with. same guy from the Art a while ago. august (i like the month okay) whatever last name i decide on at a later date.

notes!

his ability is called lucy locket! i actually came up with the ability's function first, and then i found that it fit pretty well. basically its a pocket dimension accessed via the users pockets. so far it has infinite storage, but whatever is added or removed at the present moment has to have been able to fit in the pocket originally. so you cant add/remove a large waterbottle from tiny jean pockets, for example. i like to think it only works when august himself pulls something out or puts something in. so. yknow. "not a penny was there in it, only ribbon round it". hehe

hes 25 because as much as a harp on bsd i also suck with ages so i rng-ed a number between 21 and 27 chcbdj

his birthday is june 21st! stole that from james orchard halliwell (see where that came from now) phillipps, bc he was the first to record the nursery rhyme. i also think him being born on the summer solstice in june but being named august is soo funny.

forgot to add it in correctly but his height is 5'8! that's about 173 cm? i think? i rounded it up technically its only like. 172.72?

168??? pounds??? which is apparently like 76kg? look i have no clue how weights work either i just took my own weight looked up the average for an adult and made something up. dont expect it to make sense.

bloodtype is a! i thought it was weird that the blood types were mentioned at all in the character bios but then i remembered the whole stereotype thing so i just picked whatever i thought fit.

he likes goldfish (hence the socks and earrings), rice (its rice), and hats (because they are so neat)! i was thinking about funny sock patterns and then i was looking at the wiki page for catherine maria fischer (the supposed kitty fisher in the nursery rhyme) and one of her paintings had a fishbowl in it. and then i thought about yoimiya because i had been drawing her before and. yknow. he definitely does has a small hat collection, but he'd rather them not be damaged at work. theyre saved for parties and formal gatherings!

dislikes are long explanations, pollen (allergy 😔), and unpleasant textures (like bedsheets that give you the Feeling when you scratch them). he likes it when people get to the point, and im projecting my own sensory issues onto him hxjsj

moving on we have design notes!

so here's our boy.

starting with the shirt, its actually based on one of the shirts i own. it's got the solid torso and the loose sheer sleeves, and i thought that was neat! though for him i think the sleeves would be a bit more opaque, and he's wearing a vest!

as for the tie you can see i noted that it's a bit of a cross between a criss cross tie and like... a sailor tie? i know it says bolo but thats because the word i was looking for was Tie Brooch for the pendant in the middle.

the cargo shorts!!! so obviously to best use his ability august needs something with rather large pockets, but i didn't know how to add those in. initially i wanted to go with some tights or normal slacks and have him wear a hoodie, but it was kind of... eh? so i tried cargo pants but those didn't work either. so then i tried on shorts and i Realized what needed to be done fhdjjws

knee high socks! i asked what how silly we should get with them and eni said knee highs and nobody said ankle with silly patterns so i combined the two! i think the combination is really funny.

the shoes! theyre just sneakers. comfy!

moving on

i dont actually like this doodle but we're gonna have to bear with it augu

the earrings! theyre little fishies! initially i had different earrings planned but i wanted the fish socks to match with something hdhdhdh

hair tie! august has got the rest of his hair tied up with a little bow. i think its cute bfbdbd

and so you can see what i meant, here's the page of concepts i did!

you can see the cargo pants, the hoodie, as well as the old earring design. i was playing around with the sleeves for a while xhdhhs

plus i got silly with one so maybe ill do smth with that at some point idk idk

#shout out to everyone who bullied me heres the boy #longer post #august lucy locket #new tag for him yay #my silly. my boy. with his detective boyfriends. everybody be nice to him or i will literally Cry /j #my art :d

[masonshaws]

15 people 15 questions

thanks @girlfriendline @giveemgreef @tblueger <333

1. are you named after anyone?

i am not! my middle name was an homage to my mom's grandparents but i have since changed it and my parents are blessedly allergic to otherwise naming anything after anybody

2. when was the last time you cried?

few days before christmas

3. do you have kids?

no and i do not want to. i have one fur baby (that i co-parent with my parents lmao) though as you all well know (scout my baby boy <3)

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

played kids' baseball/softball until i was like 10/11 bc i was constantly in the outfield and nobody can pitch until you get to like. high school. so it was boring and i hated it so i quit. i was on dance team for a while until i had to drop it bc recital dates kept being on the same days as school band concerts. was in marching band throughout high school, which counts bc i was a percussionist and had to lug around those heavy drum harnesses

5. do you use sarcasm?

a ridiculous amount. if we also count like comedic lying in this i accidentally convinced a coworker that there were only three seasons of spongebob doing that whole pretending that only the good parts of a show exist. such a shame spongebob ended after season 3. there's no more of it! just too bad

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

hair probably

7. what’s your eye color?

brown! medium tending towards dark

8. scary movies or happy endings?

while i love gothicness and gothyness i am a Known Weenie and certain types of gore literally make me feel faint. like the finale of the terror s1 made me a little faint and gave me the sweats and i had to fully pause the episode and lay on the floor for a while. so i guess categorically happy endings based on that. if a scary movie isn't super gory though i'll go for it

9. any talents?

i’m very performing arts inclined! i play piano, sing, dance, and act (was a theatre major in college). i memorize things quickly if i set my mind to it, am great at navigating, have great pitch memory (like i can be exactly or near-exactly on pitch when singing something i’ve heard before even without backing accompaniment. this unfortunately drives me crazy when people post pitch-shifted versions of songs and i can tell they’re off. bearer of the curse), decent stage combatant, good crowd weaver, and somehow bear the ability to unintentionally come off as intimidating to basically everyone i’ve ever met

10. where were you born?

iowa, usa

11. what are your hobbies?

i'm something of a gamer in my spare time. basically only solo joints though i'm not like gamer nhlers that play like. league of legends or fortnite or counterstrike. i've recently joined a community band and a bar trivia team (with my old middle school choir teacher lmao. he's a homie), i write fic every once in a while, read, dance around the house, go for walks when it's not cold, snuggle my pup, and obviously watch hockey. i keep telling myself i'm going to learn how to sew but trying to find beginner projects for men types is fucking dire and i keep not going out to get fabric for the pirate blouse i keep wanting to make rip

12. do you have any pets?

ah there's a separate question for this. scout, my yellow lab baby boy whose breeder had a confederate flag up in his barn when we got him (we saved you buddy). have some pictures

13. how tall are you?

5'5". short king territory

14. favorite subject in school?

i was a band/choir bitch. probably followed by english (literature). i liked basically all of it but phys ed though fuck that class i hate distance running it gives me a stitch in my side and you have to run a mile at least twice a semester (fuck you presidential fitness test). on top of all the other running they make you do. loved when they just did games though. matball my beloved

15. dream job.

actor, either stage or voice. unfortunately i do not want to live where the big voice acting studios are located and regional stage acting is kind of limited unless you go all the way out to chicago, which i tried for a couple of months before multiple breakdowns told me i should probably be closer to home. i enjoy being a librarian though :)

tagging @get-hockeyed-idiot @amandaleveille @wildaboutmnhockey @girldewar @letkirillfight @yes-perwallstedt if you guys haven't done it yet and also anyone else who wants to

#tag game

[wing-shot-first]

So, as I'm sure we all know, family is a very important thing when it comes to HIVE. It's the main theme, and there's all sorts of different families shown too. Found family, estranged family, family getting cut off (AKA getting murdered), and even a few healthier dynamics here and there.

With that being said, I recently discovered something that's actually very significant to a character and his connection with his family (or lack thereof I suppose) that I don't think I've seen anyone else talk about.

Before I get into this I do apologize if none of this makes sense. My thoughts are Everywhere and I'm writing this in one sitting so bear with me. I'll also be putting this under a read more bc idk if posts get condensed in tags and this will get Long.

We all know Wing is the only character actually born into the last name Fanchu, and likely the only person ever in-universe. The name is a mashup of two other Chinese surnames (Fan and Chu), and while this could just a creative choice on Mark's end to give a character an iconic name, I think it holds a lot of significance with the whole family and ESPECIALLY Wing.

One significant thing taken from this is that the last name being made up works so well with the family and how they came to be! Wu Zhang and Xiu Mei Chen never intended to start a family, they just happened to unfortunately be at the wrong place at the wrong time and needed to find safety. Fanchu could very easily just be a name made up on the spot by one of them (listen idk how practical that would be okay). Two characters come together to create a family that shouldn't exist, and the surname they use is one that doesn't exist!

Speaking of things that shouldn't exist, Wing was never meant to be born. If Project Overlord had gone as planned, he wouldn't have existed at all. Hell, it's very likely that his parents weren't even planning to have a kid (though you'd think these two geniuses would know about protection but hey whatever). Wing's birth was an accident, basically, in many ways.

So we have a kid who should've never existed, born into a last name that was likely completely made up! Symbolism, baby! Now yes, I could definitely be looking way too deep into this, but hey that's the fun of these books! It's not HIVE if there isn't an insignificant detail that's actually super interesting when you think too much about it.

Anyways that's all I can think about ATM when it comes to this topic but feel free to add on! I'm sure most of you know just how much I love this damn family and I am CRAVING content.

Okay anyways bye enjoy my rambling

#h.i.v.e. #h.i.v.e #higher institute of villainous education #hive #wing fanchu #this post is mainly about him so I'll just leave it at that #Its both hilarious and frustrating that AFTER I leave the HIVE server I come up with this insane idea 💀 #But hey I can just post it to Tumblr and hope other people check the tag just as much as I do

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Hi darling!!!! If you are taking requests there is this fic idea I have that won't leave my head (I can't write anything to save myself)and I just adore how you portray the moon boys! So basically..... It's a Marc × Y/N ,Steven ×Y/N , jake × Y/N and the reader knows the boys since they were young but bc she was struggling with sh her parents put her in phych ward at 15 and she couldn't see mark when she turned 18 she managed to leave but Marc was already gone and they meet years later.... I guess it's up to you how it turn out in the end.... Sorry if I'm rumbling I just can't get it out of my head 😅😅😅

Once Upon A December

Pairing: Marc Spector / Steven Grant x fem!Reader (mentions of Jake)

Word Count: 2.5k 

Content Warnings: Explicit talk about self harm, mentions of mental institutions, mentions of medication, Marc’s mum being a massive b****, a whole metric fuckton of angst, mentions of substance abuse, mention of mental illness, major hurt/comfort, pet names, due to the nature of this story: 18+! MDNI!

A/N: Is it 2:30am and I chugged nearly 6 cups of coffee while writing that? Yes. Have I, yet again, hurt my own feelings? Also yes. To the anon who requested this... I'm absolutely in love with the idea and as you can see I couldn't hold back pulling an almost all-nighter. On a side note: I blame all typos on the unholy amount of caffeine.

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Far away,

Long ago,

Glowing dim as an ember,

Things my heart

Used to know

Things it yearns to remember

-Once Upon A December from the “Anastasia” Soundtrack 

‘Out of sight out of mind’ - You had heard that stupid saying so many times in your life by now and you never really got it. You couldn’t name one thing that had left your thoughts just because it was out of your imminent sight, although you wished for so many things to just disappear into thin air….especially memories of days long gone.

Memories of your parents screaming at you after they found a bloodied scalpel in your nightstand, a scalpel your mother was missing from her handicrafts supply. Memories of your parents going even harder at you after they had searched your entire body and found healing scars alongside fresh cuts coated with a delicate layer of slowly hardening scabs. After that incident a seemingly never ending avalanche of memories from bleak white rooms, doctors and nurses in loveless white coats and equally white, tiny, little paper cups followed. The only two things not entirely white in your memory from that time were the many pills they made you swallow and a pair of vibrant yellow socks embroidered with small, blue scarabs.

“Marc.” You whimpered in remembrance of your childhood best friend, the only person you’d ever trust again in this world. That much you’d sworn to yourself. 

It’s been at least ten years since you last saw him, looking out of your room at the psych ward, hammering and screaming against the thick glass window, as you watched his father picking him up. His mother was nowhere to be seen that afternoon, as rain-bearing clouds hung heavy in the sky, of course she wasn’t. Not a single day since then went by without you thinking about him…. about Steven and Jake too.

“Fuck.” Your voice, that was but a mere raspy whisper, echoed back from your bedroom walls.

He’d been able to leave this hellhouse of an institution one year before you could and in that time your best friend got ripped out of your sight completely. Laying in the dark room, with your trembling body wrapped around your pillow it came back to you so clearly as if it happened yesterday: You were dismissed from your white prison on a freezing December morning, thick snowflakes getting lost in your hair as the personnel threw you out in the open, with nowhere to go but back to your dysfunctional family. But that’s not where you went first, no. With your old duffle bag you took the next best bus into the city. The money you had safed up since weeks before your 18th birthday was roughly enough to buy a one-way ticket, but it took you where you so desperately needed to go. Marc’s parents' house. You were still able to hear the ringing of the doorbell in your ears, the painful memory of Marc’s mother opening the door, laughing in your face in cruel amusement.

“Well, look…if that isn’t Marcs’ psycho girlfriend, huh?” The woman had spat in your face, self-righteously swirling a glass of wine in her hand. To this day you regretted not slapping it right out of her grip.

“Tough luck, missy, he took off months ago to god knows where.” The smell of alcohol on her breath seeped through the icy air leaving you wanting to gag. 

With that she had slammed the door back shut in front of your nose, absolutely eradicating any hope of seeing Marc again. 

The pain from back then hadn’t faded just the slightest as it bit itself through your ribcage once again. In a helpless motion you curled yourself even tighter around your already tear-soaked pillow that really wasn’t giving any solace to you. For tonight you had already spilled all your tears so the only thing that left your sore throat were silent wails of misery until your burning lungs couldn’t take any more.

Your arms were still tightly wrapped around the damp fabric as you managed to toss yourself on your back, your weary, bloodshot eyes darting towards the ceiling of your tiny apartment. You thought you’d be free and safe in the walls of your own place, but everything that had happened still held you hostage within your own head. Tonight it was so bad that you craved something to shut all the thinking down for good. You needed a strong drink - or most likely at least four. 

The pure depression inhabiting every fiber of your body made it nearly impossible to get off of your bed, but you dragged your exhausted body towards your wardrobe anyway. An oversized hoodie and a pair of black pants would do, you thought to yourself, as you hid into the saggy piece of clothing. You didn’t even care how done and rough you were looking while you grabbed your wallet and keys from your nightstand and slipped into a pair of worn out chucks. Clearly not the ideal equipment for the snow-covered streets, but to hell with that. Yet again it was December and the outside world so cold as you felt on the inside. A good shot of whisky would break the ice lacing your heart, you chuckled to yourself with no trace of joy in your tone. 

The gummy soles of our trainers barely kept the moisture from soaking through to your socks as you strode towards the pub a few streets down. It was a weeknight so not exactly much pushing and shoving in front of the counter. It suited you just right because tonight you left your patience right at the door.

Before the bartender even had the chance to ask what you wanted, you threw him a stern glance and said: “Double whisky on the rocks.”

The man behind the counter grumpily mumbled something along the lines of ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ apparently being out of stock today, but tended to prepare your order nonetheless. 

Without even looking, he slammed the glass down in front of you, nearly spilling larger parts of it onto the wooden surface. As fast as he had served you the drink, the caramel-coloured liquid went straight down your throat, the alcohol burning its way down into your stomach. 

“Another one.” You huffed, the smoky taste spreading in your mouth.

“Sorry?” The bartender turned back to you, raising his eyebrows up into a certainly confused arch.

“I said, another one.” You reached into your back pocket, pulling out your wallet from which you drew a 50£ note and pressing it on the counter to sign him that you had the money and that the rest was none of his business.

“Got it…” The man responded, taking the bottle from the shelf again and pouring you another one.

You were tempted to flush it down one go again, but you knew that it wouldn't be the best of ideas if you still planned on getting back home walking upright. Nonetheless, you took a deep drag from the glass, this time allowing the taste to work its way deeper into your tastebuds. 

It took but a handful of minutes for the first effects to set in. Subconsciously your jaw stopped clenching and your shoulders slumped down a little, the weight of the world slowly gliding off of them. You started to feel somewhat close to okay, although ‘numb’ was your version of okay. The demons in the back of your head were still raging at full force, but now it was easier to shut them out, to ignore them until you’d wake up tomorrow, most likely sporting a massive hangover. None of that was any new to you. A paracetamol or two for breakfast would do the trick.

Your fingers were toying around the edge of the glass, circling it in an almost caressing manner, as a voice from behind uttered something that led your heart to stop for a split second.

“Pumpkin?”

You nearly knocked your drink right off the counter, turning your entire torso around with so much force that your spine creaked in agony.

“....M-Marc?...” The name fell from your lips with a weight that was ready to crash the wooden tiles underneath you.

“Pumpkin?!” The man with dark, messy hair not far from you repeated equally in shock.

“MARC!” You called out again, jumping from your stool and stumbling forwards.

With every step you took your knees felt weaker, progressively giving out under the flood of emotions that waved through you without a warning, until you crashed front first into a pair of wide open arms. Before you could even realize it, a violent stream of white-hot tears burst from your eyes, running down your cheeks and soaking the fabric of Marc's sweater underneath your chin. He held you, wrapped his arms around your shaking body so tight as if he wanted to press every broken part within you back together.

“Marc…” You wailed out, your sobs muffled by his shoulder.

Through your teary vision you barely took notice of the people around you staring at the both of you and, honestly, you couldn’t care less about what they were thinking or if you were about to get kicked out of the pub. In this very moment nothing mattered but the man pressing you so close to his chest that you felt his heart hammering right next to yours.

“I’m right here.”, The familiar and so dearly missed voice softly whispered to you “We’re all right here.”

A new load of tears was about to break its way, but you tried to hold it back as good as you could, tried to catch your breath. The need to see Marc’s face stronger than the impulse of rising tears.

About a thousand questions filled your head as you rubbed your face over his sweater, trying to wipe your stinging eyes before you carefully leaned back in his embrace. You almost didn’t dare to look at him because you feared that it was all just a dream, an illusion that would burst into nothingness as soon as you’d lay your eyes on his face…. but it didn’t. There he was, a pair of watery eyes beaming right back at you as if you were the most precious thing in the entire world.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Marc stated as if it was the most logical thing anyone had ever said.

You answered with a nod, no questions asked, not now, not here. 

Grabbing you by the hand, he strode forward, the both of you leaving your half empty glass and the 50 quit behind. You didn’t even think about that because no money would be worth turning around right now, taking the risk of losing Marc again just because you turned your back towards him for a split second. 

With your thoughts short-circuiting on every possible level you barely recognised leaving the pub, a breeze of frosty winter air hitting you from the side. All you knew was Marc holding your hand as he led you across the street, guided the way however many blocks down and eventually up a flight of stairs. A door fell into its lock and you were once more not far from simply collapsing if it wasn’t for Marc holding you like dear life depended on it.

“All this time….so close?” You croaked, your racing thoughts desperately trying to make any sense of what had happened in the past 30 minutes.

“That doesn’t matter anymore. Now I’m here… you’re here!” He murmured into your slightly damp hair as he carefully carried your nearly completely limp figure towards his bed, gently sitting you down on his mattress.

You couldn’t help yourself but to stare at him, watching his every move in case he might just disappear into thin air after all.

“Hey, pumpkin…”, His soft voice tried to break through to you “Let’s get you out of those wet shoes, hm?”

You nodded, hardly recognising the movement of your own head. With a soft, too-good-to-be-true smile Marc crouched down in front of you, his hands starting to untie your shoelaces. In a slow motion he pulled your wet feet free from the entirely soaked trainers before he did the same to the cold cotton socks clinging to your skin.

“Oh, love, you must be freezing!” The tone of his voice had changed entirely, his voice suddenly laced with a telltale London accent. 

“Steven?!” It burst out of your mouth in a mewl.

“Long time no see, love.”, He chirped softly, “Stay right there, I’ll grab some dry clothes for you, yeah?” 

If you weren’t too overwhelmed with literally everything you would’ve laughed at his words. Of course you’d stay right there. Where else would you want to go?!

Steven, his features now visibly softer and less tense than Marc’s, rose from the floor and turned towards a messy rack that served as a make-shift wardrobe. Sifting through unorganized stacks of shirts, shorts and a pile of socks, he threw pieces of cloth over his shoulder before coming back to you.

“Can’t let you sit here soaked and shivering like that.” Steven muttered more to himself than to you as he kneeled back onto the floor.

Without him having to ask, you peeled yourself out of the now rather soggy hoodie and equally sopping pants, thankfully accepting the dry and snug set of shorts and a white t-shirt. Throwing your wet clothes to the side, you nearly flinched as you felt Steven slipping a warm pair of socks over your feet. In a surprised motion your eyes shot back to his hands and your already critically overstimulated heart threatened to burst right out of your chest as you saw which pair of socks he’d chosen: Bright yellow, dotted with tiny blue scarabs.

“You-... you still have them?” Your tired eyes widened subconsciously.

“Of course! They are your favourite!” Steven replied, taking a seat next to you on the soft mattress.

“Yes…. they are…” You confirmed, your hands reaching out to him, needing to feel him close to you. 

Without hesitating for just a second, he scooted closer to you, leaning into your embrace.

“I missed you so much!” You wrapped your trembling hands around his torso as tight as you could, deeply inhaling his smell that felt like home to you more than anything else ever had ever done.

“I missed you too, love.”, He raised his hands up to your head, gently brushing over your hair while peppering loving kisses all over your forehead, “We all missed you so terribly much and this time we won’t go anywhere….at least not without you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise!” 

#steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector x y/n #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #mcu moon knight #marvel moon knight #moon knight #marvel fanfiction #moon knight fanfiction

[haloburns]

For WIP Wednesday, "In the Shadow of Your Heart."

“Baldie, I got a bone to pick with you!” K sighed and held up a finger. “Hold that thought.” He spun on his heel to face the person bearing down on him with intent. “What is it this time, Tenadii?” The person, now dubbed Tenadii, scoffed. “Well for one, you’ve got my cart full of non-essentials! Cinnamon, oregano, cilantro… What in the hell am I supposed to do with cilantro on a submarine, K!” K leveled them with an unimpressed look visible even through their impenetrable glasses. Tenadii just glared back before reaching into their jacket and removing a ball of leafy greens. “And just what in the fuck is this?” “That would be lettuce.” K had shown no emotion in the very little time Mateo had known him, but there was a distinct lack of amusement as he leveled the Kiwi cook with a black look through even blacker shades. Mateo bit his lip to stifle his laughter, turning his face away to hide his smile. He had a feeling it would be most unwelcome at this particular moment. “I know what lettuce is, you fuckin’ drongo.” Indignation dripped from every syllable as they shoved the head of lettuce into K’s hands. “What the fuck is it doing with my supplies?!” “It’s a vegetable.” K spoke again, each world slow and deliberate as if he thought Tenadii was being dense on purpose. “The crew need the four basic food groups—” Tenadii cut K off by shouting over him, “So help me Rongomātāne, K, if you start listing the food groups, I will not be held responsible for the hiding you’ll get!” K pressed his lips together in a thin line as Tenadii squared up with him. Mateo sized the pair up, trying to determine what the outcome of the fight would be. Tenadii was shorter than the agent by several inches but broader by just as many. Whereas K’s frame was made for speed and precision, Tenadii’s frame was packed for power. Even though fighting was not Mateo’s strong-suit, it was obvious that K wouldn't want to get involved; he wasn't the type of man to pick a fight he couldn’t win. A smirk ticked at the corner of Tenadii’s mouth as K’s lips thinned further. He didn’t open his mouth again. “NO ONE wants to eat lettuce, K!” They gestured to the crew swarming around them. “Where’s the spinach?! The collard greens! The Swiss chard! Literally anything except fucking lettuce!” A sound from deep within the ship rumbled the loading bay around them. It must have been a signal of some kind because Operative K looked distinctly relieved at the distraction. He threw the lettuce back at Tenadii, who caught it without flinching. “Alright, Gordon Ramsey, pack it up! Time to move out!” K turned on his heel and marched off to wherever he was supposed to be when the alarm sounded, leaving Mateo alone with Tenadii. He gave them a tentative smile, wiggling his fingers in an awkward wave. Their eyes drifted up and down Mateo for a long moment. Then they snorted and disappeared into the crowd beginning to flood across the ship’s floor.

ghost light atlantis au skooooooooooo

tenadii is nikau, i just decided it made more sense for them to go by their last name here, at least for a time. makes them feel a little bit more weighty. i love this scene with cookie in the original atlantis, but when i was writing it out, i realized that it didn't make sense for nikau to be upset by the presence of lettuce bc of its existence as a vegetable, but bc its nutritionally useless

also i just REALLY wanted to make that gordon ramsey comment

#ecto writes #ecto fics #in the shadow of your heart #ghost light #ghost light atlantis au #atlantis au #danny phantom

[parallelc4non]

@rotten-vivs made this post about divorce quartet as ghost quartet characters, and inspired me to make my own with my thoughts :D they did theirs more off character comparisons while I tend to think of things like this more with story comparisons (also both pearls will be referred to with their full names to avoid confusion 👍)

Pearlescentmoon - Rose Red

Scott - The Astronomer

Cleo - Pearl White

Martyn - The Bear

I feel like I probably went a very obvious route when thinking story wise, but I will explain nonetheless bc most of my mutuals and other people who follow me do not know gq so I wanna at least explain for any of them that want to read it

I'm going off of how with a very basic explanation, in the original timeline in ghost quartet Rose loves the astronomer and spends alot of time with him in his treehouse, but then he steals the poems she wrote, betrays her, and falls in love with her sister, Pearl White, instead. By accepting and stealing him away, Pearl White is effectively also betraying Rose. Rose becomes super angry and plots a way to kill and torture the two of them, and goes to the bear for help. After going through. alot of stuff for his request he also ends up betraying her, and leaving her on her own to do it herself. And she does, she kills Pearl White, but she's not happy with herself after.

To me this is alot like the beginning of Double Life coming off of Last Life, where Pearlescentmoon was close allies with both Scott and Cleo, but then in Double Life when she tries to ally with Scott again, because of the soulbound, he leaves her and goes to live with Cleo instead, and the two of them paint her as a villain. Pearlescentmoon becomes spiteful and desperate, and uses the powdered snow to hurt Scott and get back at him just a little. After the two of them run off, she turns to Martyn as an ally to stay with her, but even after all the time she'd spent with him he too leaves her, to be on her own and deal with things herself. And in the end she kills Cleo (and Martyn), but she's not exctly happy as she wins the game.

That's mostly my thoughts on that timeline but I also have like assigned each timeline basically to an event/group, unrelated to each other though all seperate. Maybe one day I will make another post about them (likely not, unless someone really wanted to know more but its such a small overlap) but here's a brief overview

Subway - The battle of Red Desert/Jimmy's death

Usher - The Southlands, Roxy's death being Jimmy and also Mumbo's death (two jimmy permadeaths in a row oops did not mean for that. he's just silly. Im realizing actually I have alot of Jimmy in this)

Soldier and Rose - This is just very good for any duo, especially based on what you interpret and also ignore about what's actually going on lol, I tend to think Jimmy (again) and Scott but thats just bc they're my favourite duo, it can really work for anyone if you think of it right

Stardust - This one I actually can't decide on one solid thing, each song from it I tend to think of completely differently and from different series, I can't quite decide on one thing to work for the overall timeline (however I do like thinking of Tango Dancer for Shubble in Empires/Kingdomcraft reflecting on each series)

Storytellers - okay this one isn't life series the Kingdomcraft brainrot takes hold of me whenever I hear those songs they're the villains. Four Friends is them frfr

#double life #pearlescentmoon #how do I tag scott theres so many names for him #scott smajor #smajor1995 #zombiecleo #inthelittlewood #life series #erm idk if I should tag the last little bit I won't just so its not like annoying to people following them bc its mostly about dl #👍 #pearl #scott #martyn #cleo #gq #< that should get it in my sorting without putting it in the main tag hopefully

[alien-girl-21]

My tiktok has been feeding me aldoier/snf comparisons which makes me very excited because I love the dynamics of both duos a lot but I am scared to see what the shipping landscape is when I still only have vibes and very basic language... I've seen Spreen/Roier and Aldo/Roier, are there other popular ships out there involving mctrio (or anyone who was nice to the dream team in squid craft)?

Shipping in the hispanic community is very interesting lmao, we are very selective of ships, but we still have a lot, I'm putting some of the sips that I consider are the most popular/I like a lot:

Sproier (spreen and roier): I'm having brainrot about them for the last couple of weeks, search sproier on my blog and you'll see 👍🏻 (also the shipping only applies to their mc characters, mainly bc spreen isn't comfortable with irl shipping, but roier's demons are also....interesting)

Luckity (luzu and quackity): THIS IS JUST THEIR KARMALAND CHARACTERS BTW!!! Luzu is married irl and has called quackity his son, luckity just applies to their mc characters having the most devastating gay arc I've seen in an mc server, I recommend looking at @/bliski on twt/tiktok to look at their animatics, they're chef's kiss and give you an idea of their arcs

Rubckity (rubius and quackity): mc characters again!! These bitches gay, they die in every universe together, they are in gay love, they commit fraud together, they are awful for eachother, they're the best for eachother <3

Shadouckity (shadoune and quackity): during mc extremo we were granted with the blessing that was shadouckity, only mc relationship q has been in that ended well somehow, only thing is that quackity died before shadoune was able to propose to q

Rubegetta (rubius and vegetta): they are insane for eachother, they were going to get married, no they weren't, they had sex before one of their weddings, they betrayed eachother, they love eachother, they are unrequited and so dependant of their love at the same time. Also there is a hc that spreen is their son, I love it, I go insane for it <3

Wigetta (willyrex and vegetta): wigetta is like the og ship I was never into whatever tf they had going on that much, but I had a lot of friends that were, let's just say that they made multiple books under the wigetta name and vegetta moved across the world to live with willy 😃

Spruan (spreen and juan guarnizo): from what I know this ship is from tortillaland (another hispanic server) those bitches gay, spreen is a bear, juan is a witch, yeah 👍🏻

Sapockity (sapo peta and quackity) (name still dubious to me): sapo peta is a karmaland character, he fell in love with quackity on day one, quackity had a big fat crush on luzu so he had to tell him that he wasn't interested, they were still very much touchy-feely with eachother, but sapo peta was luckity shipper number 1, we wouldn't be anywhere without him <3

Farfadream (farfadox and dream): newer ship, literally farfadox and dream in sc2 and spreen's el cielo event, they are in gay love idc what anyone says

Also ik it's not technically a ship, but mariana being foolish's boyfriend and securing his green card <3

#these are all the ones i can think os rn lmao #but yeah people are very adamant to hide ships from cc's (we fail everytime they always find out) so that's a rule of thumb for twt #and other places cc's are active on #if anyone else has any ships tell me!!

[imalwaysinconfusion]

this is gonna be about Nebuya’s parents and how he came to be born, and is my first time doing HCs so please bear with me :)

His dads name is Andwele/Andi and he is from Tanzania 🇹🇿 and his moms name is Alisha (idk, it’s giving that forme) and she is a black american and they met in middle school (american school system)

Alisha would bully tf out of Andi bc he was the new and he was not having so he kept the same energy but cussed her out in Swahili that shut her up

she liked that and tried to be friends with him afterwards AND IT WORKED by the time they hit 7th grade they became friends and he also taught her a bit of Swahili actually

When they got high-school they gained feelings for each other freshman year and they both knew this, Alisha was waiting on Andi to make the first move but she got impatient and just straight up asked him to be her boyfriend

he said yes while standing in shock like this: “😮”

they got together and became INSEPARABLE, you couldn’t see one w/o the other <3

After graduation and being awarded valedictorian and salutatorian (i’ll let you decide which one got what) Alisha, being the baddie she is, joined the Army and Andi went to college for Software Engineering

When Alisha when to basic training it was hard on them bc it was the first time they have been separated like this without any contact but being the strong willed people they are they got through it

After she got back from basic Andi surprised her with a trip to California Disney for completing the grueling training she went through (she cried up a storm) and he just needed a break from classes

On the last day of the trip they went to see the fireworks show at the castle and he proposed to her and she said yes 🥹

Right after the proposal Alisha got right to work on planning the wedding, Andi had no say in the wedding because he said he didn’t want to “ruin her special day”

BUT she made him pick the color scheme which was blue and white (WHICH ATE BTW)

After a 1 year and 6 months of planning, preparing, and being perplexed about the wedding and about being engaged they said “i do” and went straight into the honeymoon phase

BUTTT that didn’t last long because she got orders to be stationed in Tokyo, Japan which they were both very excited about.

They had 3 months to learn as much Japanese as they could and they learned enough to hold a small conversation

When they arrived to Japan, Alisha found out she was pregnant!!! (they wanted to keep the gender a secret) so she had to go on leave and stayed home which she could handle by herself

Andi at the time started a engineering job for one the top 7 software companies in japan, but don’t worry he still made time for Alisha and took care of her any way she needed

but he still felt bad about not being home enough so he bought a dog to keep Alisha company ( she was an Akita named Star)

By the time her 3rd trimester came they were very nervous about the birth

when i mean “they” i just mean Andi, Alisha had to smack him a couple times to get him to calm down and act straight

then one faithful morning Alisha’s water broke but she was didn’t notice so she was just peeing thinking she just drank too much fluids

Then Andi was like “girl your water broke” and she said “oh that makes sense🧍🏾‍♀️” and they went to hospital

When they got to the hospital (they are both fluent atp) and told the staff what they needed to get for Alisha

and alas OUR BIG BABY NEBUYA EIKICHI WAS BORN

And mean like 9 pounds 9 ounces big, he was a chunky baby (the BEST babies btw)

After the birth one of Alisha’s commanders said that they could move back to the states since Big E (yes that is his nebuya’s nickname)

But Alisha said “i am not about to leave a country when i spent months cramming the language in my head… we staying”

The end :)

a/n this was just random and this is cannon ( i was Alisha’s left big toe) hope y’all enjoyed it!!

#knb #kuroko no basket #confusion speaks🦕 #kuroko’s basketball #kuroko tetsuya #generation of miracles #rakuzan high #rakuzan #uncrowned kings #gom #akashi seijirou #chihiro mayuzumi #reo mibuchi #kotaro hayama #nebuya eikichi