notes: i needed to do this it was for science emotional science very science much emotion
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It’s when they’re very young that the first, small, inconsequential part of their friendship dies spectacularly. Their crux, their origin suddenly disappears in a cloud of smoke and a rush of heat, and they watch a building burn back and fall to the ground together. That’s when that first part of their friendship dies. Sanada Miki takes it with her.
After all, it belonged to her.
oH DAMN MY BABES
Makoto inherits the family bakery when his dad goes into retirement amicably (“My back hurts all the time, I just want to sit around and watch television!”) and though it kind of puts a damper on his free time, working there is definitely better than alternative places of employment. Plus, Haru comes in all the time and sits around writing or drawing or something while he’s working, and even helps out when he feels like (which is rare, but still) and his company is, while quiet, very comforting. Makoto occasionally sweeps by him and kisses him on the temple when he has a moment between baking bread or rolling dough, and sometimes when he shuts down the lights at night and locks the door, Haruka pushes him up against the warm, sweet-smelling walls and kisses him in the quiet building.
i literally always get space pirate prompts what is this
After graduating from the Academy, Jim Kirk basically gets everything any man would want out of life — he gets immediate recognition from his superiors, control of one of the most coveted ships in the entire Federation, a loyal crew that would die for him at a moment’s notice, but it’s still not enough. Whenever Jim achieves big, he simply goes on to dream bigger — he stares at the stars and wonders how many planets are out there, how many he could touch down upon and explore and exploit, and Bones watches him with caution, but also with growing intrigue. When he takes the Enterprise hostage and flies off into the far reaches of space with it and its crew, there’s an atmosphere of despair among some of the crew and one of excitement with others, but the only person standing at Kirk’s side the entire time is Bones, snapping in his ear and following him to the ends of the universe to make him happy.
written for this prompt on the kink meme. it’s sickfic, basically.
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da-da-daaa prompted: makoto and haru moving in together
and gosh dang if that isn’t the cutest thing i’ve ever heard SO!
wordcount: ah hell i dunno probably less than 1K
THIS IS GOING TO BE HORRIBLE IM SORRY
They never really stay in the same place for very long anymore, which is disappointing when they land in a place really interesting or just generally relaxing, but Kurogane supposes there’s really no helping it, and they move on their way just like they always do. Syaoran seems to always hold this heavy burden on his shoulders, but he carries it high and proud, makes the best of his situation, as if Kurogane didn’t admire the kid already for all the sacrifices and grief he’s been through. But then, of course, there’s Fay, who looks on every new world, every new opportunity, as some blessing, something to look forward to, because of all the people Kurogane knows, Fay’s the last person who needs to dwell on the past, and he looks forward to everything with this tentative sort of contentment, like he’s just happy to be for once, to not be weighed down, and Kurogane thinks that if he’s glad for anything, it’s for that.
oh dude writing for pacific rim is so intimidating omg
A nosebleed and a bloodshot eye, in Newt’s opinion, really aren’t that much to be concerned about, not when there are ungodly, gruesome, awesome creatures spawning from deep within the Pacific ocean and destroying mankind’s cities left and right. The second time he drifts with a Kaiju, the effects aren’t nearly as severe, and he figures he must be getting used to it — not that it’s something he’s going to get to do a lot of in the future, considering the bridge collapses not an hour later and all Kaiju existence on Earth is cut off. But he keeps having these strange dreams, these passing hallucinations of blue lights and a panicking civilization, of pain and blood and loss and fear, and a month later he clings to Hermann’s arms as the man screams for help, and mumbles, over and over and over, like some dark spell or long lost secret, “Why can’t I see…”
omg i havent written for kingdom hearts in sooooo long
Riku catches a cold in the middle of the summer, which, really, that’s a thing that can happen on a damn tropical island? The only way something like that could even come close to happening was if he drenched himself from head to toe in water and then sat for eight hours in a freezer, but Sora begrudgingly lets himself into Riku’s house anyway, not even bothering to check on the blanketed lump in the living room and going right for the soup cabinet. “You better love me for taking care of you,” he calls out as the microwave hums to life, and there’s a coughed gratitude in response, and Sora can’t help but smile anyway.
Dean joins the football team during his freshman year at his university, mostly because his dad considers football to be some sort of family pastime that must be passed down from generation to generation or something like that (which Dean thinks is stupid anyway, cause all he sees Sammy doing is reading books and going to parties with his hot girlfriend, pff.) The first person he meets is Benny Lafitte, the quarterback, a broad-shouldered, intimidatingly large guy with a thick Southern accent and enough French in his back pocket to get any girl on campus. But he leans in close to Dean the first time he steps foot in the locker room and there’s something dark in his eyes, like he has far-reaching, devious plans that Dean couldn’t even possibly fathom, and to be honest, that less scares him and more excites him, and Benny rumbles, “Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” in that thick, honey-coated drawl of his.