#masarashipping

Specifically the ones where the first words your soul mate says to you are written on your wrist or whatever? I want to read one of those about Red and Green (Oak). But like, mute Red.

So Red probably has some rude statement on his arm (I imagine they met as kids and that Green was a horribly rude child. They still became BFFs, though.)

And Green just has a pair of quotation marks with a fucking ellipses. (“…”)

And it takes him forever to realise that Red is his soul mate. Red, of course, already knew but for whatever reason it never occurred to him that Green didn’t.

Green eventually realises that he loves his best friend and it doesn’t matter if Red’s his soul mate or not, only to realise that Red has never spoken to him because he can’t and they honestly could be soulmates. So he tells this to Red and Red just gives him this confused look and shows Green the mark on his wrist, the one with Green’s first words to him on it.

A drabble that I’m writing directly as a text post and its 11:34 p.m. as of right now and a friend told me to do it so dont sue me if its bad. It’s Masara/Nameless idk quite how to categorize between the two.

Never Wear A Black Scarf

   Green groaned as an icy gust hit his face. He tried his best to keep his eyes open enough to see against the wind. A colorful string of oaths flew from Green’s mouth constantly, all directed toward Mt. Silver. Red trudged along behind him in silence. In the waning daylight Green noted the low pine trees up ahead, which marked that they were halfway down the mountain. They would both be glad for the slight respite the trees provided from the glacial wind that howled all along Mt. Silver.

   If Green was being honest, he forgot that he was even wearing a scarf. The terrible cold and monotonous footsteps had worn he and Red into silent dissociation from the world a while back. Even if Green had somehow suddenly remembered the black cloth wrapped around his neck, there was no way that he would have the presence of mind to keep it secure so it would not catch on a tree branch. This ended up being very unfortunate for Red. Green gasped when a branch caught the loose tail of his scarf and tugged it tight on his neck. His brain barely registered what was happening before he lost his balance and fell. Later, Green would be glad that he did not spend much money buying a scarf, as the cheap fabric tore from his body weight instead of strangling him. As Green struggled to catch his breath after nearly being strangled, the small patch of torn scarf on the branch was whisked into the air by the wind. Red had not yet comprehended what befell Green, so the soft piece of fabric that suddenly blocked his vision came as a surprise. Red scrabbled with cold and despondent fingers to remove the offending cloth, but his legs were insistent on moving forward. Red tripped on a bulging root, and the next thing he knew he was very cold and very wet.

   "Shit! Oh arceus fuck. Red!" Green swore. "Fuck, I knew i should have skipped the scarf. Damn it, the one time i could really use charizard he's fucking chilling with Gold in Johto. Ha! Chilling. Uh, well shit. Arcanine, come out." Green sent out the fiery dog pokemon, his brows furrowed. Arcanine wordlessly picked up Red by the collar of his jacket. Red was covered in snow, Green had no doubt that there was a fair amount of snow up his shirt too. Green helped secure Red to his loyal canine's back, then set off down the mountain again. 

   By the time Green dragged Red into his Viridian City apartment, he was sure he would pass out any minute. Nevertheless, Green set about stripping both Red's cloths-which had become dripping wet from the snow melted by Arcanine-and his own. He toweled off Red's body with a towel from the bathroom. Green lay Red's body on the bed and went in search of extra blankets. Not entirely sure that he would not fall ill himself, Green wrapped Red in four blankets, the innermost being the softest. With a groan Green pulled on a shirt and light pajama pants, and then heaved himself into bed next to Red. He rejected the comforter, figuring sleepily that Red would overheat if he did. Plus, Green could always use his boyfriend as a personal heater if he did end up cold during the night. Contented, Green dozed off.

   When Green woke up the next morning, he lazily lay in bliss for fifteen minutes. Upon hearing a sniffle he recalled the previous evening, he immediately got up. First he checked on Red, who had a fever and was sniffling, but seemed to be out of immediate danger. Then Green walked to the kitchen, finding himself incredibly sore, but without any symptoms of a cold. Green ate cereal and watched children playing in the snow out the window. When he finished, Green called the doctor and set up an appointment for Red the following day to make sure he had not gotten anything serious. As he filled a glass of water, Green contemplated different methods for making Red stay at ground level. He did not want this to happen again, and nor would Red. Red hated being sick with a passion. It was curious for someone who despised being sick so much to live atop a frigid mountain, and Green made a note to point that out to his partner when he was coherent. 

   Red dreampt about being in a sauna. It was relaxing until the floor strangely lit up. The wall opposite Red fell away to reveal an audience and a plastic surgery ridden man in a gray suit. "Our next question is for none other than Red Pallet," the announcer said, drawing out Red's name and turning to face him. "Do you, Red Pallet, take Green Oak to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Red searched for an answer but found himself mute. He tried to run, but was instead overcome with a sickening melting feeling. Red felt himself dripping onto the floor as the announcer started speaking again. "Maybe that was a bit much for the poor kid, eh?" The audience laughed. "How about this: are you ready to move in with your boyfriend and stop hiding on a goddamn mountain? Can you just stay off the damn mountain? I need-" Red's eyes flew open. He found  a glass of water on Green's nightstand and beige bedroom walls in front of him. He did not feel like he had the strength to sit up, so instead Red craned his head to see his lover sitting at the foot of the bed, muttering questions to himself. At the sound of the blankets moving, Green turned to Red.

   "Took you forever, I can't believe how lazy you are sometimes. I mean, it's past noon Red. I was unaware that you were capable of sleeping this late," Green said. Red looked utterly confused. "I'm just joking with you, and you clearly are not awake enough to get it. Oh well. How are you feeling?" At Green's request Red took stock of his body and promptly groaned.

   “Headache," Red croaked out, "Throat." Green got the message.

   "A head cold. I'm pretty sure I knew you were not dying, but I have to say this is good news." Green said. Red looked at him in weak anger. "Yeah, I know you hate it but it is a hundred times better than hypothermia." Red looked like he would have crossed his arms and pouted if he could have. All that happened was that Red's stomach growled. Green got up immediately, not saying anything but giving Red a soft kiss on the forehead.

   Red already looked more comfortable when Green walked back in, and he perked up considerably at the sight of food. Before he gave Red the soup he had made, Green held up a small pill. Green helped Red sit up against the headboard, then handed him the pill. Red put the pill in mouth, then shakily grabbed the glass of water from the nightstand. Red felt his boyfriend’s hand close around his, making sure he did not drop the water. Red took a sip and swallowed the painkiller with a gulp. Green set the soup in Red’s lap. Once it was cool enough, Red ate the soup with abandon. He had no qualms with canned chicken noodle soup, and apparently Green had no qualms with sitting there watching him eat. Red found it unnerving. 

   "I never took you for someone who slurps very loud," Green mused, "what with you being so quiet all the time." Red took in another mouthful and Green struggled not to laugh. He left to get a thermometer before he started cracking up at his quiet boyfriend slurping soup like it was his goal in life to be the loudest soup eater in Kanto. Green was sure that Red already held that title. After waiting fifteen minutes to make sure the lingering heat of the soup did not distort the thermometer reading, Green gave it to Red. Green sat back when he saw the reading, "Sitting pretty at 103 there, Red" he said. Red groaned. "We'll probably get antibiotics from the doctor tomorrow and you'll be fine in three-ish days." Green said, thinking back to the times anyone in the Oak family had had a fever over 102. "And in the meantime, i get to cuddle you and you can't do a thing about it" Green enthused. He lay down with Red and hugged him close. Green peppered his boyfriend's forehead with small kisses, and Red found himself smiling despite his headache. Right before he fell asleep again, Red found himself thinking 'yeah, I could get used to this'.