#more fluffy than angsty

[natasha-in-space]

RFA boys+ jihyun having a child who is a "daddy's kid" to the point that their wives are annoyed (like why does he love you so much)

Yoosung

Yoosung is a dad who I think is laid-back and fun. He is a parent, with whom you can share your stressful day at school and get genuine understanding and an uplifting pat on the head that will leave you feeling relieved and secure almost immediately. He's a bit clumsy, of course, as he's used to being the youngest in practically every group he has ever been in. And now that place is taken by someone else! His kid can build a genuine bond with him through mutual trust and understanding, thanks to his easy-going attitude. It's not surprising to see his child growing up to have a deep affection for their cool father. Yoosung will chuckle and pinch your cheeks if you pout and grumble about him stealing all the attention for himself. He finds it absolutely adorable to see you huff and puff, but you can't hide the smile blooming in the corners of your mouth as your child clings at his legs with happy giggles falling from their lips. The sight is too cute to be upset about. On the weekend, he will make certain to arrange a family picnic for you two. One where you all will be spending quality time together as a family.

Zen

Zen is a doting father, hands down. His family did not provide him with support, self-confidence, or even a trustful place for him to share his real struggles during his childhood. With his own family now with you, he will make sure to never make those same mistakes again. Unfortunately, that means that he has a habit of spoiling his kid a bit too much. It's nothing too bad, but it still leaves you as the one being the strict parent telling your kid that, no, eating another ice-cream is not a good idea, and that will make them sick. I'm not saying that Zen isn't capable of being strict. Despite this, he may encounter difficulties with his approach. He's anxious to not come off as too controlling or judgemental. And hey, there is nothing wrong with having a couple of hurdles. Parenthood is a journey filled with many twists and turns that you can't be ready for. With you two working as a team, though, you will get through anything. Zen's love language is words of affirmation, so he'll be praising you in the eyes of your kid quite often. It's sweet. It teaches your child to be confident in sharing their inner thoughts.

Jumin

Jumin is... he's a bit clumsy when it comes to parenthood, but in a very endearing and sweet way. Unfortunately, Jumin didn't have a very good and healthy childhood to look back on. I actually think that having a child of his own will nudge him into actually processing and acknowledging the neglect and abuse he had to go through in his childhood and early adulthood. He wants to believe that his father a good man. That their relationship is one of support and love. After all, Jumin is a family man. But, as he tries to seek out his father for advice, he realizes that... he doesn't want to raise his own child in the same way his father raised him. And that makes him pause. Jumin is a father who is deeply loving and tender. His child receives all the respect and warmth in the world from him. He supports them on every tiny interest they have, almost to a funny degree. His kid likes dinosaurs? You will receive a package filled with encyclopedias and scientific literature on the subject that he will read through with the most captivated look on his face. Does his kid like watching magical girl anime? Well, now he has sparkly pink stickers on his every office supply, and he is not ashamed to show them off. Jumin Han loves his family with all his heart, and he will express it to the world without any shame. However, if he notices that you are growing a bit jealous of the way your child is always showering him with affection, he will have a talk with them. It's almost unbelievable how well he communicates with his child. You will come home to an adorably drawn card with you three holding hands and smiling, that your child has drawn for you. And a small doodle from Jumin on the back.

Saeyoung

Saeyoung is yet another father who is devoted to his child almost to a fault. He is both excited and terrified about his future as a parent at the same time. To say that he had a difficult childhood would be like saying nothing at all. Heck, if you ask him, he'll tell you that he feels like he had no childhood. From as early as he can remember, he has always been the caretaker. The protector. He had to. To survive, it was necessary for him and his brother. So, all he has on what it means to be a good parent is based on media he has consumed. He has no other source to seek advice from. Sure, he considered V to be his father, but... he'd much rather not think about that now. He's trapped in a very paralyzing dilemma. He's a family man, and he wants to start his own happy family with you. He adores kids, and the idea of having a tiny person to spoil and take care of makes him grin so wide. But, at the same time, he feels utterly terrified at the prospect of becoming a parent. He is afraid of hurting the child, even if it wasn't his intention. Terrified of making the same mistakes his caretakers have made. Terrified of this responsibility. It's something he'll have to resolve in therapy, before you two decide on having children, be it by adoption or natural means. As an actual father, however? His child will never feel unloved. He showers them in gifts, treats, books, all kinds of things! He spends his every evening with them. He is involved in their school life and their interests. He is always there for them. So, it's not that hard to imagine your kid growing a bit too attached to their amazing dad. Saeyoung will tease you about a bit, sure. But, in a typical Saeyoung fashion, he will prepare a surprise for you and your child. One that will connect you and provide you with much-needed alone time. Maybe a game of an escape room, or maybe a video game he created just for you two. Either way, it's a fun way to remind you just how wonderful this man truly is.

Jihyun

Talking about this with Jihyun is amusing because Lucy is shown to be quite playful with him. But, who's to say he can't switch your roles at times? Jihyun's perk as a father is his supportive attitude. Much like Zen, he grew up in a family that forced him to deny his true wants and desires, and he wants to do all he can to make sure that Lucy never has to be ashamed of what her tiny heart is longing for. He'll just be a bit concerned if she starts hanging out with Uncle Saeyoung too much, to the point where she wants to build robots for a living. Jihyun is not very good at technology! He does his best to engage with her, though. You can't help but laugh as you catch them playing video games one evening, Lucy absolutely crushing your husband on every single round. From what you can tell, Uncle Saeyoung taught her well. If Lucy doesn't spend enough time with you, I don't think it'll be an ongoing issue. You and Jihyun have built a very healthy and open communication between yourselves, so the problem will get brought up almost immediately. And resolved just as quickly.

[screwpinecaprice]

CW for itsy bit of blood.

Giving some semi-monster (tender) lovin', requested by Dragonuva!

I very much enjoyed drawing this! 🥰

[scatorcciogf]

hear me out.. angsts/fluff fic with nat. R comforts her after her dad di3s!!? She tries to push r away but ultimately gives in.

¬ warnings: cursing, depression i guess? mentions of death/suicide and past abuse, established relationship between reader and nat + gn!reader

you've only been with nat for a few months now, but you already feel like you know her to her core. not because she talks much about herself — god knows how difficult it is to get her to open up — but because you've gotten good at reading between the lines when it comes to her.

she oversleeps when she's feeling down. she bites at her lip when she's bored; she bites her nails when she's anxious. she provokes and picks fights at school when something happens at home. she plays more aggressively at practice when she's feeling insecure. she tries to get into your pants when she's frustrated.

you don't know what the hell it means that she hasn't been to school in three days and won't pick up your calls.

you assume she's just sick the first day — but you still find it weird, considering she was fine when you saw her yesterday. you get very concerned on the second day, especially when nobody picks up the phone five times in a row. you're worried sick the third day, and you decide to pay her a visit.

as you walk to your car, it does strike you as a possibility that she is just sick, and that you're being dramatic, but you can't risk it. if something happened to her—

"hey, uh..." you hear lottie's voice as she stops you in the parking lot, her hand on your shoulder. "i heard about natalie's dad today. is she... how is she?"

her dad? "what are you talking about?"

her expression shifts from one of concern to one of realization. "you don't know?"

"nat!" you shout, banging on the front door of her trailer. "nat, come on! open up!"

you've been trying to get her to let you in for a few minutes now, getting more desperate as time passes. your hand started hurting sometime between the third and fourth time you knocked, but the pain seems insignificant compared to the possibility that you'll finally get to talk to her.

"nat! baby, please. please, i need to see you. i need to make sure you're okay. please."

there's a sound on the other side; someone walking to the door.

"nat?" your voice is softer, gentler.

she doesn't respond right away, and you assume she won't at all. you're about to call out for her again, when you hear her unlocking the door. when she finally opens it, you're faced with a starved body and the most tired eyes you've ever seen.

"oh, honey."

she's still silent when you pull her in for a tight hug. she remains still for a moment too, until she weakly hugs you back, her face buried in your shoulder. you don't let go until she moves away first, minutes later, leading you to her room.

you wouldn't say she's a very neat person in general, but the place is messier than you've ever seen it be. there's a dozen cigarette bums on the floor next to her bed — since when does she smoke inside? — and the rest of her room is covered in various junk, ranging from actual trash to stuff like her clothes. you swear some of the shirts on her bed are her dad's, too.

she doesn't have to tell you anything for you to understand the breakdown she's been having for the past three days.

both of you sit on the bed. your eyes are fixed on nat; nat's eyes are fixed on the floor. you gently take her hand into yours, stroking it with your thumb. you wait until she speaks up first.

"what have you heard?"

"it doesn't matter. i want you to tell me what happened."

"are they saying i shot him?"

you hesitate, unsure how to respond because yeah, that's what lottie implied. but lottie heard it from mari, who heard it from her parents, and you don't consider that a very reliable source of information.

"because i almost did. not that it matters that i didn't, anyway. i'm still the reason he's dead."

her voice breaks a little when she says that, and your heart does too.

"nat, look at me." you say, bringing one hand to her cheek so you can turn her face towards you. "it's not your fault."

she laughs humorlessly. "how the fuck would you know, anyway? you don't even know what happened."

"it's not your fault." you repeat firmly.

she clenches her jaw, but the look in her eyes is more sad than frustrated. it takes her a while to start talking again. it's in a much quieter tone.

"he was getting really pissed off about something so fucking stupid." she begins. "he, uh, hit her again. like, nearly drew blood."

her breath hitches. you wait for her to continue.

"i just couldn't bear it anymore, you know? it was like something had snapped in me, and i... i went to get the gun. pointed it at his head." her voice is becoming shaky now. "but the fucking safety was on. and he took it from me, and— and he accidentally fired it off."

you barely blink, or breathe. you just stare at her, your own eyes welling up as you watch tears rolling down her cheeks. you want nothing more than to hold her in your arms forever, making sure nothing bad ever happens to her again.

"nat..."

she continues. "and it's not like he didn't deserve it, you know? he's the worst person i've ever met. and the most stupid one too, i guess, because how do you accidentally blow half your head off? but i still feel so guilty and so... i don't know."

you shake your head. "you can't feel guilty about this, baby, please. i know it's hard but you need to listen to me when i tell you it's not your fault, okay? please."

she looks away again, and you know it's going to be difficult to actually get through to her, but you're not giving up so easily. you drop your hand back to hers, grabbing it a bit more tightly this time.

"why don't you stay with me for a while? it can't be healthy for you to dwell here."

"my mom—"

"should take care of herself." you interrupt her. "i want to be here for you right now and i can't think of a better way than getting you out of here."

"being somewhere else won't make it easier for me to talk about it."

"and you don't have to. we can just... i don't know, cuddle and finally have that movie night date we've been talking about. i'll even cook dinner for you."

she snorts. "yeah, no. you'd burn the kitchen down."

you roll your eyes fondly, lightly smacking her arm. "is that a yes for the other things, at least?"

"yes."

you smile and pull her in for a kiss. it's gentle, more intimate than any other moments you've shared throughout your relationship so far. she pulls away after a few moments, leaning into you as you wrap your arms around her.

"come on then," she murmurs into your shirt, "let's pack my things so you can take me home."

[dilfmobius]

letting this human lokius au fully consume me so i'm putting together a pinterest board and i have all these reference photos of how i picture mobius but for loki it's literally just any bts picture of tom (as loki) in a hoodie/casual clothes like that's it that's my loki lmao

[starcrossedpaladins]

I have so many klance fic ideas and I want to finally start writing some. they are all super cliche and full of tropes. I want some opinions and motivation to actually write and post something.

feel free to ask about any of them (more details length etc). right now they exist as ideas in my notes app and I'd love to flush some out and I'd like to know what people are interested in reading.

[foxilayde]

ahh, i hope i‘m not too late for the Angst prompts…i never see these posts on time! plus: i‘m not good at making decisions so i go for 3. OR 9. with Pope please!!

You're not too late! Thanks for the prompt!

Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Word count: 750

“Gunna be real honest with you, Pope, when you invited me to a soccer game today, I did not picture this…”

The community park soccer field is occupied with confused children in the 4 to 5 age range, all decked out in mini regulation accoutrement, little matching uniforms with numbers, shinguards that serve little purpose for the low impact environment, and the tiniest cleats you’ve ever seen. It’s cute, for sure, but once could hardly call the distracted, clumsy, ball kicking with time outs occurring every 30 seconds, a “sport”. 

Pope chuckles and offers you his bag of sunflower seeds. “Well what’d you expect? Lyla is only 5.” 

“For some reason I thought she was older? Or maybe I was thinking of your other niece, the one in middle school.”

“Lydia?” 

“Yeah! Thought this would be a high school match or something. Don’t get me wrong. This is adorable. Just not what I was picturing.”

“Lydia doesn’t do sports. She does play in her school’s jazz band though.”

“Looks like Lyla isn’t interested in sports either. Isn’t that her? Number 22? Sitting down and picking a dandelion?”

Santiago squints his eyes under his navy blue ball cap, “What? Oh jeez.” Santi sets the bag of seeds down on the bleacher seat and stands up, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouts at the little players. “Lyla! Sweetie! Put down the thing and go for the ball! Kick the ball!” 

Lyla turns around and pushes her tangled hair out of her eyes, she stands up and waves at him, dandelion in hand, “Hi uncle Santi!” 

The surrounding parents on the bleachers are giving ‘uncle Santi’ annoyed looks and shaking their heads. He shoos her with his hand to go in the direction of the action at the middle of the field. She obeys and runs as fast as her little legs can carry her to join her teammates. 

“Sit down! I think you’re going to get us kicked out.” You laugh, grabbing his bag of seeds to clear his space on the bench. 

He pulls his jeans at the thighs before sitting back down. He leans forward more now, properly chastising himself for paying more attention to you than to Lyla who he’s supposed to be babysitting. 

“You ever think about having your own?”

“My own what?” Santi mumbles distractedly, physically restraining himself from shouting at Lyla that she’s got a clear shot at the goal and to “go for it!”

“Your very own soccer field.”

Santi cocks his head and glances confused at you from the corner of his eye. “What?”

 You roll your eyes, “Your own kids, genius.”

Santi shakes his head and spits a sunflower shell on the metal floor of the bleachers. “No way. Not in the cards.”

“It’s not that crazy of a question, Pope. You’re really good with your nieces.” 

Santiago nods, accepting the compliment. He tries to be a net positive in their lives. He makes every effort to be involved when he’s asked to be. Truthfully nothing makes him happier than being ‘Uncle Santi’, but that’s all it’s ever going to be. He can’t raise a family. Not with his job, not with his PTSD, not with his bad knees, not with his nightmares that break through to real life and leave him screaming and sweating in the middle of the night. He’s reliable and fun with the kids, he’s appropriately harsh when he needs to be, but he knows he can’t be a full fledged father. He’d never be able to live with the future disappointment any offspring are sure to have in him. 

“Don’t give me that look.” You’re not sure what look he’s talking about, he can’t even see your face with his eyes trained on the field. “I’m not having any for the same reasons you aren’t having any.”

“The insane biochemical urge to change identities at the hint of commitment?”

Santiago’s smile reaches his eyes. “Exactly. You know as well as I do, happy endings don’t happen for people like us.” 

Before you can retort, Santiago leaps to his feet again and shouts “Go, go, go, go, go! Yes!” Lyla scored a goal. And in the right net, too. You clap and cheer with the rest of the crowd. “That’s my girl!” Santi shouts, wolf whistling to the annoyance of the surrounding parents and guardians. 

He might not get a happy ending, especially if he doesn’t think he deserves one. But he’s got a pretty happy middle. 

[flashnthunder]

the brain rot won out over me studying for finals so here is some web/lieb

masterlist

[recallthename]

one of my favorite things about stormlight is that kaladin is absolutely the fandom bicycle.  people ship that boy with everyone.  shallan?  of course.  adolin?  100%.  shallan and adolin together?  obviously.  moash?  lmao who wouldn’t.  leshwi?  YUP.

and yet... most people also headcanon him somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum.

[hepbaestus]

I don't know exactly what it is about 'What was I made for?" But my hands were shaking like crazy as I clicked post.

They don't normally do that. Ever.

Maybe I've finally found my limit on levels of angst in a fic.

But now it's finally out in the world and I can write some fluffy fics to level out the angst.

[sorcerous-caress]

It’s possible to ruin a fictional man’s pussy AND do an intellectual deep dive into his character trauma. Words I tell myself as I struggle to write my smut before any character exploration.

Writing block is hell

-Githzerai anon

Why not just write the characters exploration before the smut? There are no rules man, it's your story.

If i struggle to write smut in a fic, then I just remove the smut. Even the most depraved of porns can have the most beautifully written character moments and exploration.

The drider Minthara fic that started out of an oviposition kink turned into one of my most emotionally invested and heavey world building fics. The smut scene was the least of my focus. I was more interested in describing the sussur tree and the documented history of the world.

It sounds silly but genuinely just write what's true to yourself and heart at the moment, even if it spirals off rails. I barel experience writing blocks now because I stopped applying the writing rules and structures to my work.

Kids never experience art block when they're happily colouring outside the lines, we are no different my dude.

[paradisecas]

you put my head in such a flurry

for @jade-winchester midam end of the year exchange !!

The smile that grows across Adam’s face is small, but bright. It, paired with the vibrancy in his eyes from the sun’s reflection off the glittering snow, stirs something warm inside Michael. This is what Lucifer could never see, could never feel. Appreciation for the human race.

In Heaven, Michael sometimes found himself struggling to see the good. Amidst wars and famines, humans proved themselves to be capable of evil.

Now, with Adam, he can’t remember anything bad humans have ever done. He alone is all Michael needs to love them.

[inkwell-and-dagger]

[Refuge]

A/N: very much inspired by this amazing post by @/sickophantic!!! grr grr I'm not sure if this is gonna be canon (most likely not) but it's half 1 am as of writing this a/n and I love making characters suffer uwu. vesk belongs to the man, the myth, the autism creechur xirself /pos /lh, @paranoia-exe!!

CW: mentioned arguments / fighting, accidentally hurting loved one / caretaker, violence, A Lot Of Guilt N Angst™

DYNAMICS:

Rayan Hyacinth (he/it) — Whumpee

Evelyn Larkins (she/her) — Past Caretaker

(mentioned) Vesker Faithern (he/him), Madison Maguire (she/her) — Current Caretakers (in canon)

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Rayan had done it again; oh, the amount of times he'd vowed never to do it again, all shallow promises simply because his emotions are too fucking unpredictable. Vesker and Rayan had fought again, and lo and behold, it escalated to the point where he'd hurt Vesker. His own fiance — one of the few people who still hadn't left him despite everything he'd done and went through, every time he shed other people's blood and every time he'd shed blood of his own. Every rough or gentle kiss, every grasp of their intertwining hands and every scratch mark left by the immortals nails. Vesker had stuck with him through everything. Rayan couldn't comprehend how Vesker still wasn't sick of him at this point.

But that didn't matter. The two were separated, and nobody could get hurt. Vesker had fled, like he always did, to Madison's, finding respite there until Rayan's rage had subsided. He couldn't blame him. Rayan had taken the opportunity to seek comfort of his own, trekking tiredly in the darkness of midnight.

It was early morning when Rayan had arrived at his destination. It took a couple hours to go there on foot, and Rayan immediately regretted it, calves aching as he knocked on a front door he only vaguely remembered.

Soft grey eyes and a welcoming face framed by short blonde hair greeted him. Evelyn did a short double-take, recognizing Rayan as the dishevelled man she'd taken in all those months ago.

"Evelyn..." Rayan choked out through eyes misty with tears, falling into the shorter woman's embrace. Cold wind was replaced by warmth as Evelyn gently pulled Rayan inside and closed the door, arms wrapping comfortingly around the immortal's torso.

Evelyn didn't try and ask him what was wrong; not yet. She knew that, in time, he would tell her. But right now, she needed to get him warmed up. Soon enough, their embrace was replaced with a blanket across Rayan's shoulders, and his tension melted away like thawed ice. His tired eyes softened and closed with a content sigh.

"Do you need anything, Rayan?" Evelyn's soft voice sounded in his ear, but Rayan just shook his head and slumped against her. Oh so similar to the first time Rayan stumbled into her welcoming arms.

Evelyn let him rest. Sleep away all that sadness welling up inside his chest, until Evelyn could return him safely back home. She wondered what had happened to cause him to trek all these miles just to go see her, but.. he'd tell her tomorrow, surely.

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[olympiansally]

CHAPTER 2 IS OUT :)

So I have now posted the second chapter of “that one College AU where all the tropes apply, featuring Dazai’s attempts at communicating that only make things worse and the ensuing chaos” so have fun with that lmao

[murderoushagthesequel]

I AM. YET AGAIN. MAKING MYSELF CRY WITH MY OWN WRITING.

this is literally a microfic too. like. i've written angsty blurbs, but this is just long enough to really sting but not long enough for it to feel satisfying. just ouch.

anyway! i'll probably post it within the next hour lol. so.... enjoy? when i do???

[fever-project]

Do you know what you have planned for the third chapter?

Yep! I’ve got a bit of it written already. It’s basically Tetra realizing that Ravio started to view her as her daughter-and, in turn, she started to view him as her father. She has an existential crisis lol.

The chapter starts off with the Wind Waker gang, Tetra, Wind(I call him Tune in this because I honestly really like this nickname for him during the war), Aryll, and Medli playing Go Fish(im so funny). Marin is also Tetra’s “babysitter” after the vandalism incident of the previous chapter, so she’s there too, watching them and making sure they don’t cheat. Medli’s winning btw.

Ravio shows up with his “babysitter,” Impa, in his new outfit. He gets a more movable robe and a rabbit mask! Then Ravio ruffles Tetra’s hair and Marin teases him. Tune comments on how Linebeck did that to him once, and that he does that to Aryll all the time. Tetra initially thinks that Ravio is being brotherly to her, but quickly shoots down that thought. Ravio even laughs that off.

Marin, in her infinite teasing wisdom, suggests that maybe Ravio is treating Tetra like his daughter instead. Ravio tries to brush it off like he did with the brother figure comment, but comes off as very nervous and anxious. Enter Tetra going through the 5 stages of grief, but she runs off before getting to the last stage, acceptance. She runs for a bit before stopping, sliding down a tree trunk and trying not to articulate her own feelings. But she can’t help but feel warm inside when she thinks about having an actual parental figure in her life.