#my last one for the day because i'm tired and feel like i'm going to pass out lol

[artsymeeshee]

Been in a weird headspace lately and I wanted to put my thoughts and feelings out to give a better idea of what's been happening. Putting under a read more/feel free to ignore.

I've talked about my struggles mentally on and off for a while and this one has been an ongoing thing for me and it's one I feel has begun to stick out more as time goes on.

I don't see myself as a good person. Most of the time I feel like I'm a bad person. And there's a lot of factors that play into this. One, is the things that I draw, which sounds absolutely crazy. Even I think it is as well.

It's no secret that my main priority has always been familial/platonic themes because that's how I've always viewed Gravity Falls as. And I know a lot of people do as well. It's one of the main themes of the show for crying out loud. And it's not to say I'm getting tired of it. That's a thing that has never crossed my mind, ever. It's more so along the lines of thinking it's too boring or falling back to that feeling of feeling bad because I don't make ship art. And I know I shouldn't feel bad about it and there's plenty of others that gladly do it. It's just one of those things that I'm not sure I'll really accept. And I'm always always grateful for the ones that tell me they appreciate all the family bonding/themes in my art. I guess the feeling of loneliness plays a part in that as well. I'll still make all the family things as long and as much as I can, but I won't deny the feeling of loneliness I get sometimes.

I do have that strong feeling that I am made to do something more and actually be someone and not the usual husk of a terrible individual I fall back on so many times. I won't deny anxiety and fear has taken a big hold on me lately. And it's also driven me to isolate myself in a sense and made me a cold person. I was so much more open years ago and now I've closed a good part of me away because... maybe I realized my "correctness" of myself being a bad person and who would even want to be around someone like that, so it's easier to hide. And I'm always afraid that one day I'll do or say something to no longer make me feel like I'm safe to approach. I've gone through so many people I've found that I've grown to like only for them to be an awful person and it sucks. I never want to be like that.

It's also been hard to not fall back to up and leaving. Whether that be online or real life. Last year was a time I fought with staying or leaving and it was always hard to decide to stay because leaving seemed like the only option I deserved.

I'm aware my ongoing battle with depression has hindered me a lot and it's a main factor for all of my negative feelings and thoughts about myself. And I don't want it to always resort to being the final say of who I am. I would like to find and show that part of me I feel people deserve to see.

I'm going to be honest, putting my raw emotions and thoughts like this is always scary. I'm sorry for the unexpected and serious post. I hoped I didn't make it too annoying or bring the mood down, but I needed to clear an ongoing struggle I've had for a long while. Thank you all for the constant support. Thank you for liking my silly, dumb, wholesome, sometimes feelsy art. Wanted to state another serious thing because life is so unexpected and you never know what will happen, but if something were to happen to me, I really can't explain how grateful I am for the love I've gotten from my time sharing my art. Thank you. Truly. 💜

[s3renascorner]

Have you ever tried this one?

MDNI!!

Noah Sebastian x fem!reader

Warnings!: oral (f receiving) p in v (don't be like them and use protection!) Pet names, cursing, mentions of being tipsy. I think that's it.

Not proofread! so sorry for shitty grammar.

You

"Noah are you finally ready!?" You yelled from your room to your roommate and best friend. You heard heavy footsteps approach your room as Noah walked towards your room, he stops right at your front door and says "damn can't you be a little more patient? I was just finishing up" you quickly grab your purse and put on your shoes, you open up the door revealing yourself to Noah. "no Noah I can't be, we have to be there early so we can get merch remember?" Noah's eyes slightly widen as he takes in what you're wearing, a very short light pink sparkly mini skirt with a matching top and platform boots resembling a stage outfit Sabrina carpenter wears. "You look, extremely good ya know?" He says looking at you up and down. "uh huh thanks now lets go" you say rushing.

After the concert had started Noah was definitely sure he was going to tease you at home after the concert especially after hearing you say "come right on me, I mean camaraderie" well, until the song 'juno' started playing and Noah quickly got what the song was about but what he didn't expect was the position part, Sabrina laid on the floor lifting one leg then swiftly going into the splits, you had jokingly told him that you had apparently "never tried that one in your life" obviously this was supposed to be a light hearted joke especially with the amount of teasing this man gave you every day, but he took it another way, those words making him feel warm and weak, in that moment he thought about you laying there for him completely at his disposal, doing everything and anything for him. He wouldn't lie and say that he's never thought about you in another way than more than friends or that he's never thought of you bare before him doing so many sinful things to-and with him but damn, right now he just wanted to take you away and fuck you til your dumb in the back of his car.

After the concert had ended and you guys got back in the car (well, barely since you were tipsy) Noah couldn't stop thinking about what you had said, it was stupid really, but the fact that just thinking about you in that same position, making you cum until you were seeing stars and just have you. "I actually think that this is the best night of my life" you slurred while giggling. "oh really? And why is that miss I love to scream horny lyrics?" You dramatically gasped and put your hand on your heart, "you wound me sir, and also you listen to the weekend, that's wayyyyy worse than just saying I'm so fucking horny"

sir. That word alone made his cock twitch, not because he likes being called that but because he wants to hear you call him that again and again. "I guess your right" he clears his throat "well, we should get going traffics gonna suck either way right?" He tries to change the topic, You hum in response "well I mean yeah but why don't we wait for a while? Everyone's gonna be headed the same direction and we don't have to be up early tomorrow, plus if I get motion sickness while being tipsy, well that's not gonna be pretty so lets just, wait it out." That wouldn't work for Noah, he just needed to take a cold shower and relax cause if not god knows he would be struggling especially with how you act while tipsy. Last time he was alone with you while tipsy it ended up in you talking about how no one was good for you and that you couldn't even have sex because it didn't feel right, and yes you did cry on him that day. Noah wasn't going to push the idea of going back home since he knew you were gonna make him agree with you either way. He just needed to figure out how to distract himself.

"you okay? You seem tense... Like a lot." You said putting a hand on his shoulder, "uh yeah I'm fine just a little tired that's all." "Um..." You said trying to come up with something. "well you can sleep in the backseat with your head in my lap for you to be comfortable" "um, sure" he said, he climbed into the back of the car and sat down waiting for you to come climb in the back, once you did you accidentally fell on his lap, your skirt rose up and you felt his semi hard on. "Shit, sorry noah" your faces had matching flushed cheeks and that nervous look in your eyes, you tried to move away so you could sit down on the seat but his grip was firm holding you in place. You looked at him nervous and slightly excited, he started lightly caressing your exposed thighs not realizing you half exposed ass since he was so focused on your face and on every little expression that changed. The air felt hotter and your senses had heightened feeling every bit of him covered body except for the hand that was on your thigh that's the thing you could feel the most. The moment felt like eternities but was actually mere seconds. "Y/n?" "yes?" You said barely above a whisper.

"hypothetically if I were to kiss you right now, what would you hypothetically do?" His question took you aback, was he actually going to do this? "Hypothetically, I think I would want more than just a kiss." His eyebrows slightly raised and he nodded just a tiny bit, he carefully but quickly lifted you up and positioned you so you were straddling him. "So... About what you said inside, you've never tried that? Ever?" He said a teasing smirk on his lips. You gulped trying to understand what he was trying to do, "no... I haven't like ever." "would you like to?" Your eyes widened, your breath got heavier, jesus this man could make you nervous in a second.

"What?" "Would. You. Like. To. Try. It?" He put punctuation at every word, soaking up the fact that he could get you like this without even doing anything. "y-yes" you said basically breathless, Noah didn't say anything he just slowly lifted your skirt and made sure that you would be prepared.

He leaned in leaving a peak on your neck going all the way up until he reached your lips and asked "may i?" After you nodded just wanting some kind of touch he leaned in, lips touching yours as if he was testing the waters first. you both had a good rhythm it was slow and passionate, god knows how long you've been wanting to do this with him, his hands started to ride up your thighs to grip your ass, once he did you slightly gasped which gave him the freedom to slip his tongue into your mouth tasting you properly. He slowly moved his hips against yours trying to get some friction as he couldn't get enough of you, your hands were tangled in his hair making it disheveled and messy but he didn't give a shit about that with you like this.

"Fuck Noah, I need you" you moan out breathlessly. "need me to what princess?" God that nickname could make you fold any day, "i... I need you inside me" he nodded quickly and laid you down in the backseat slowly stripping you of your clothes, every layer he took off weirdly felt like a layer of the feelings that you two had for each other was being exposed and shown, with no lies nor any doubts, and sure you could've expected this to just be another quick fuck but it wasn't, it was love and passion that you two had been holding on to and keeping a secret for the years and years of your friendship.

Noah gazed and admired your naked body taking everything in as if he were never to see it again, he softly kissed up your thighs and stopped at were your core is to ask "are you sure?" You nodded but responded with a quick yes because you knew he needed a verbal answer "green if you're okay, yellow if you need to slow down and red if you want me to stop. Ok?"

"ok." Noah placed a soft kiss on her core earning him a soft whimper from you a signal that he could keep going, he left kitten licks still just warming you up until you had finally had enough and had asked him for even more which was what he was waiting for. He, to put it bluntly, ate you like it was his last meal making you say his name like a prayer. You felt that familiar knot in your stomach tightening begging to release, "Noah I'm gonn- can i-" you barely muttered out "cum for me baby, let go." euphoria washed over you, making you feel like you weren't real. "you still with me princess?" Noah asked making sure you were ok, his hands rubbed up and down your thighs the feeling making the sense of touch come back. "Yeah, yeah I just I need you inside me noah." Noah smirked and for one last time kissed your thighs each two times, "your wish is my command doll."

He sat up and stripped himself of his clothes, you couldn't help but stare at his bare self, you'd imagined him before but god it was better than you'd expected. "take a picture it'll last longer" he teased "oh shut it" you said, he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to him hooking a leg on his shoulder the other resting on the seat as you laid on your elbows, this was a surprise because you didn't think he would actually do the position you just thought he was joking or teasing you like always. "what are you doing?" He raised an eyebrow "I told you we would do it." You just shut up and bit your lip as he positioned himself to your entrance. He slowly slid in making sure you adjusted to his size before starting to thrust, when you gave him the signal he started moving at a slower pace but quickly picked it up when he heard the first whiny moan you let out, it felt fucking magical for a lack of words, every thrust and moan that you both let out was so intimate and special because you both knew that it was just for you two, not for anyone others ears to hear, not for anyone other to feel how deep he went and how fucking wet you were for him it was just, the two of you.

You could tell he was about to cum when his thrust got sloppy and fast, you weren't to far behind either the second knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter waiting for you to cum, you walls tightened against him and you started basically chanting his name, your hands intertwined as your head fell back as your breath got unsteady. "Fuck doll, I'm gonna come." You squeezed his hand "come for me noah" you both let out groans as you came at the same time, his hot seed filling you up until you were leaking cum. He collapsed on top of you breathless but so fucking satisfied and so were you. "We- we should probably get home shouldn't we?" He held onto you tighter "in a bit"

The next day...

You were scrolling on your phone through tiktok while laying on Noah's chest when a video of the concert from yesterday popped up, specifically the juno position part, you watched as Sabrina raised her leg while asking the question "have you ever tried this one?" remembering last night. Noah spoke up as he heard and just said-

Yes we did.

[botchedsundoll]

hi ong are your requests open? was gonna ask for some early morning/late night fluffy HCs with RE men because honest to god my insomnia actin up and i'm craving some lazy fluff to read...

L. KENNEDY, C. REDFIELD, C. OLIVEIRA X READER (SEPARATE)

ೃ⁀➷ sypnosis; late night/ early morning hc’s

ೃ⁀➷ warnings; none!

ೃ⁀➷ author’s note; i wanna gts SO bad but have ro wait dor mt washing to finish 2 put it in the dryer, this is late sos lolol

C. OLIVEIRA

if it’s his day off, this guy is sleeping in. he genuinely doesn’t care

you will definitely have to wake him up, which will take a bit considering this guy can sleep like CRAZY if he feels like it

once you do succeed in waking him up, he’ll most likely just stare at you blankly - eyes still half lidded and lips apart as he wonders why the actual fuck he’s up at a time like this. but considering it’s you, he’ll put up with it

most likely wrapping his arms around you, trying to coax you back to sleep - if that fails, he’ll just listen to whatever you’re saying to him, giving a response here and there till his body fully wakes up and is coherent enough to maintain the conversation normally

late nights and you not being able to go to sleep? this guy will try his hardest to get you to sleep. whether it be going for a run to wear you out, snuggling together on the couch whilst watching a movie or running you a nice relaxing bath - anything to tire you out, atleast a bit

if all that fails? he’ll settle on just cuddling on the couch whilst a movie plays in the background and having a conversation about practically anything - most likely ends up in him asleep and snoring

L. KENNEDY

lets be real, this guy barely sleeps anyways

but he’s a bit of a hypocrite, constantly on your ass about how unhealthy it is for you and how you should go to bed. he cares about you, he wants you to get your rest!

he’ll most likely try to coax you into bed with whatever means possible but when that fails, he just accepts it and stays up with you

whilst constantly grumbling under his breath about how you should go to sleep. but he understands

early mornings? the feeling of your hand shaking him awake is enough to cause him to wake up (on the occasion he does manage to go to sleep..)

probably just ends up in him getting ready for work, you following him around like a lost puppy talking his ear off about whatever - the last couple minutes before he has to leave for work is spent with him trying to get you to get some shut eye, tucking you into bed and running his fingers through your hair whilst murmuring softly to you

C. REDFIELD

he might not sleep very often, but god does he like his sleep

it’s an absolute PAIN trying to get him to wake up early in the morning sometimes, him snoring whilst your just trying to shake him awake

once you manage to do so, he’ll probably think it’s an intruder or something and instantly be on high alert - there were a few instances where he’d gotten you into a headlock without realising it was YOU waking him up

flops back into bed once realising it’s you, pulling you down with him and grumbling something about you needing to go to sleep

but eventually he will get up. only because it’s you asking him to do so

he stays up late with you sometimes if he knows he doesn’t need to wake up early the next day - the time is usually spent doing something you’d suggested

baking one night, working out together the other, watching one of your tv shows the other

he doesn’t necessarily mind, he really enjoys spending time with you - he’s a bit of a pessimist okay, he always has that thought in the back of his mind that he’ll loose you

bless his heart give this man a hearty meal and a few kisses

[loweya-blog]

Eye See Clearly Now

There was something troubling Mammon, as there often was. Instead of money troubles or fleeing from Lucifer's wrath, this time it was you. Had he done something wrong? He tried to name all the things he had possible done and he realized....yeah there was probably something. Of course he would NEVER communicate things like that clearly so he went to one of his brothers for a second opinion. "Hey....so.... how do you get someone to not be mad at you?" Mammon asked.

Beel looked at him and paused after eating a bite of his gigadeath hamburger.

"Is Lucifer mad at you again?" Beel asked.

"No...It's MC. They keep glarin' at me and I dunno what I did wrong!" Mammon said with a huff.

Beel swallowed his burger and looked at Mammon with worried eyes.

"They were glaring earlier too. Even at me," the gentle giant said with a sad expression.

Mammon could barely withhold his surprise. It was one thing to be mad at a scummy guy like him, but Beel? He was a sweetheart, barely upset almost anybody unless it was food related. Mammon dragged Beel along with him and went to talk to the rest of his brothers, unintentionally riling them all up.

Leviathan was a nervous wreck, wondering if you hated him now. Asmodeus hated it when you glared in the direction of his beautiful face, it made him feel things he was not comfortable with. Like he wasn't somehow absolutely stunning! Belphegore figured something had just upset you and the sooner it was figured out the sooner he could take a nap. Satan was incredibly worried and mildly curious at the idea of your anger. They at last dragged poor Lucifer along who was just trying to finish his work.

The battle plan had started. A new chat group was made, the "Anti-Angry MC" team began their plot. First, they would soothe your wild anger with gifts and food they knew you like. Then, they would tentatively approach the subject and actually ask what you were angry about. Last, they would do whatever it took to make it up to you, no matter the cost!

When you came home from your part-time work, you were tired. It didn't help that your eyesight was shit and you hadn't gotten new contacts yet. You refused glasses. They were uncomfortable and so few were actually cute. Besides, they were expensive! The last week had been hard and you had to squint just to see everything.

When you opened the door, you were shocked to find all the brothers gathered in front of it like simpering sad little dogs.

"Um..... everything okay?" You asked.

Before you got a proper response they pulled you off to the dining room, concerned and cowering whenever you looked at them. By Diavolo, what was going on?! But the food was nice. They gave you the best food and asked how your day was before piling hundreds of gifts on you like they were trying to bury you. Before they could even get to their next phase, you asked them.

"Hey what's going on? You guys are acting strange."

"That's what we wanted to you!" Asmo cried out, "Why are you so mad with all of us? Did we do something?"

Your eyes widened in surprise.

"I'm not mad at any of you."

"Then why you glarin' at us?" Mammon asked with a huff and slight pout.

"Oh! Sorry. I'm not glaring. I'm just having a hard time seeing. My contacts haven't come in yet,"

"And you didn't use your glasses because...?"

You glanced at the ground sheepishly.

"....I don't like them. They're uncomfortable and make me look like a dork."

Lucifer let out an annoyed sigh. All this work, and money, for something so simple. But he was silently relieved it wasn't anything serious.

"We can get you some more comfortable glasses, there are many types in the devildom, even some that are invisible. Just next time tell us- .... tell me," He corrected himself, not really trusting his brothers.

"Or me, I have saw cute Ruri-chan glasses."

"Or me! I know all about the fashion of glasses hon!"

"....Hey..... can I take a nap now?" Belphie asked, moving over to you so he could rest his head on your lap.

The rest of the brothers balked at the idea and chaos erupted once more. You smiled to yourself, finding it all funny. The brothers loved you so much that the idea of you being mad at them made them go from demon rulers of hell, to sad little doggies.

The End.

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@douxkise (Sorry for tagging you twice, accidentally posted it in wrong place)

[sickficideas]

Eeeeee ty for answering my dandadan ask!!!

Though I love both of them I'm a bit biased towards okarun so Ill focus on him (tho I might come back for momo later)

Curious about when the random fevers started after he started transforming, how did discovering that side effect go? When did they start, and how often do they happen, and any other details you have about them? How worried do people get about him too

I am a sucker for fevers, esp when someone does the tender hand on forehead check it's so cute, and the thought of momo (or anyone else) feeling okarun's forehead got me giddy

- danon (dandadan anon lol)

DANON.....that's like the perfect name welcome back!!! This is kind of related to that fic I'm writing so I've already thought about this a lot and am very happy to answer LOL...

- 12-24 hours after Okarun transforms is when the fevers usually start and they started pretty much right away after gaining that power. The first few times he didn't transform for any great length of time and as a result just dealt with drawn-out low grade fevers where he just feels terrible and doesn't know why.

- Momo notices the change in behavior because she watches him like a hawk and is The Overthinker...he's always tired and seems sore and slow the day after using his Yokai form but she doesn't usually connect that it's a fever. A few times she notices he has a fever, she's nervous about taking care of him but (forcefully) makes sure he's drinking water and taking medicine lol💖

- It Slowly starts to get worse though...the longer he uses that form, the worse he feels after, and the change is sudden and drastic enough for Momo to notice that something is very wrong. He's visibly stumbling or ends up passing out, maybe even hallucinating (Momo always worries it's real, after all, who knows what all these aliens are capable of). If she's ever concerned to any degree she makes him come home with her (and her excuse is always that she'll be too worried about him not taking enough care of himself that she won't be able to sleep...not cause she's in love with him or anything pshhh...)

- I love the idea of one day he's so sick from it that he can hardly lift his head, he's in Momo's room on a mattress on the floor, she thought he was acting weird at school but it seemed like he completely fell apart as soon as they got home 😭 She ends up involving Seiko and she deduces pretty quickly that it's Turbo Granny's power's fault (to which Turbo Granny has no input because how could she have known this was a side effect lol)

- They never last long though, never more than 12-24 hours, and he always feels fine after no matter how bad the fever was, and Momo is always keeps an extra close eye on him in case he's lying to avoid her worrying about him lol...she's checking his forehead all day long and she does Not Care how many times her friends tease her for it!!

- The Gang coming around obviously joins in on the concern...Jiji noticing that Okarun isn't feeling well and Okarun begging him to not tell Momo (Jiji does not listen, he Will be telling Momo), and Aira being overprotective too (to Momo's dismay), Okarun is so glad that he has friends that care about him like this but he's embarrassed and shy about the attention lol💔💔

[roguishcat]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

Thank you so much for tagging me @anacdoce! 💖

The first time I did this, I only had 5 fics to my name, so it wasn't much of a choice. BUT I had a very productive summer fic-wise (as I couldn't afford to go on a holiday and decided that there was no better way to spend the golden days of summer than staying indoors and obsessing over the vamp 😁😊). So here goes, five fics! All Astarion x unnamed female Tav or Astarion x female Reader.

Conversations with a vampire

My little Tav, I love her so much. ❤️I quite like the idea that Tav met Astarion before the events of the game took place and tried to befriend him. She is such a sweet little rascal, their friendship is everything to me (well, Astarion perhaps does not see it as 'friendship', but rather just Tav annoying him). I'm not sure that this is the best fic I've ever written, but this is the one that is the most precious to my heart! I am currently rewriting it because I want to add to the first couple of chapters.

2. Batstarion - Happily ever after🦇

I really enjoyed doing Batstarion Week 2024! (My headcanon is that spawn Astarion can turn into an adorable bat) Still can't believe that I actually had enough self-discipline to do all the prompts, usually I'm so easily distracted by anything and everything. 😂 I decided to go for 'Happily ever after' for Day 7 (any prompt) and am particularly proud of the ending:

And this was the last thing you said to each other for a while. However, the suggestive sounds emanating from inside your bedroom – a growl, a groan, a gasp -and a happy sigh could only mean one thing.

Happily ever after.

3. Apron 18+

My first smut ever! A hug and a big thank you to @khywren for encouraging me to post it!💖 Writing this made me realise that I don't do hot and heavy, and that's fine. I write silly and sweet stuff, and that's okay. I do want to attempt to write something outside my comfort zone in the future, though.

4. A welcome distraction

This is such tooth-rotting fluff! I read this when I'm feeling sad and weepy. It's my comfort read.

5. Shirt that goes hard

I started writing this at about 4 a.m. And then when I read it the next day, I realised that I misinterpreted the prompt 😂. I mean, I know the expression, but my tired brain was like, 'Oh! Astarion's shirt going as stiff as a board! Now if that is not great, I don't know what is.' So I just decided to keep working on it and it turned out quite fun.

[skyward-floored]

An Argument (Incredibles au)

The last scene in this chunk of movie scenes! Don't know where I'm going to go next, but we'll see where my muse takes me. Time and Malon have an, erm, discussion, and Twilight worries.

Saving the day (prev)

ao3 link

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The drive home was blessedly uneventful, and Time handed Warriors’ car back off to him, his brother clapping him on the arm with a faint grin and a cough. Time sighed and returned the gesture, then watched him drive away with a shake of his head.

Neither of them had expected the evening to be quite so dramatic, and Time had thoroughly chewed out Warriors on the drive home, his brother nodding along with the lecture like he always did when Time went off on him. Warriors hadn’t seemed terribly apologetic though, probably because he knew that Time was mostly venting his frustrations. That or he was too tired to argue in return.

Either way, with their escape clean as could be and neither of them severely injured, Warriors seemed rather unbothered.

And despite how annoyed Time was at the close call and his brother in general, he had to admit that he’d... enjoyed it. Saving people again. Making a difference.

Even if nearly getting caught made him want to smack Warriors upside the head.

Why do I let him drag me along on these? he though with a shake of his head. Because you enjoy it just as much as he does, he brain helpfully reminded him, and Time huffed. Right. That.

Time quietly slipped through his front door, relocking it behind him and hanging his coat up. The house was dark and quiet, and he crept through the kitchen on silent feet, hesitating at the fridge as his stomach let out a growl.

Time shrugged, and yawned to himself as he opened the fridge, looking around for something to eat before heading to bed. Using his powers extensively like he had earlier always gave him a huge appetite, so he grabbed a large slice of cake, munching on it as he walked through the living room.

Then nearly threw it in Malon’s face as she clicked on a lamp and swiveled around on one of their chairs, wearing a bathrobe and an extremely foul expression.

Ah.

Warriors, I’m going to kill you.

“I believe you said you’d be back by eleven?” she said flatly, and Time swallowed the bite of cake that had gotten lodged in his throat. He knew exactly what time it was, and it was way beyond eleven.

“I said I’d be back later,” he clarified carefully.

Malon narrowed her eyes. “I know you said that. But the thing is, if you came back at all... you’d be "back later",” she accented with air quotes.

Ouch, Malon.

Time set down the remaining cake as Malon stood, joining his side. “Well... I’m back now?”

Malon stared at him, then her gaze shifted to his shoulder and her eyebrows went down.

“Is this... rubble?” she asked, dusting a little bit of ash off his arm.

Time took another quick bite of cake (he was starving okay?) then gave a light shrug, trying to stay nonchalant.

“We were just helping some people Malon. It was Warriors’ idea, he needed to get out and I—”

“Honey you know how I feel about you two going out and doing that!” Malon interrupted incredulously. “We can’t blow cover again! What were you thinking?”

Time held his hands out placatingly, swallowing the last bite of cake. “Darling, the building was coming down anyways—“

“You knocked down a building?!” she gasped.

“It was already on fire,” Time leapt to reassure her, “structurally unsound. It was coming down anyway, it wasn’t our faults.”

Malon put a hand to her face and groaned. “Please tell me you two haven’t been listening to the police scanner again.”

Time frowned. “Look, Malon, we helped save people. You act like that’s a bad thing!”

“Doing it like this is a bad thing, Link!” Malon whipped back at him. “Uprooting our family just so you and Warriors can get your fill of superheroing again is a very bad thing!”

“We’re not just “getting our fill of superheroing”, we’re assisting people, helping them,” Time said with narrowed eyes, “people who would have died otherwise. And if I hadn’t gone along then Wars would have gone by himself! Acting like we’re normal isn’t going to change the fact that there are people in this world we can help, Malon.”

Malon looked at him with an incredibly sad expression, though her eyes still sparked with annoyance.

“I know that. But why can’t you do it legally?” she pleaded. “You’re just going to expose us and we’ll have to move our family again.”

“I’ve tried to do it legally,” Time shot back, “they won’t let us! They hate us because of our abilities, you know what happened to Wild! If they won’t let us use them legally than this is the only way to do it!”

“Of course I know what happened to Wild, he still has nightmares about it!” Malon exclaimed. “I’m worried about him, but I’m worried about you too, Link! You’re so concerned with babysitting Warriors and proving supers aren’t dangerous, you forget to pay attention to your own family! Twilight’s having issues with his powers and Wind is having problems at school, and you don’t even want to go to Four’s graduation!”

Time huffed. “It’s not a graduation. He’s moving from the third grade, to the fourth grade.”

“It’s a ceremony!”

“It’s ridiculous!” Time shouted with a wave of his hand. “It’s just yet another way to celebrate mediocrity, there’s no point to it! There’s so many better things we could all be doing with our time!”

“Like what, following your brother around into burning buildings?” Malon snapped. “You’ve got to let Warriors make his own mistakes, Link! I know losing Sky hurt, but it's unfair to Wars that you think he's helpless without you!“

Something in Time crackled dangerously at Sky’s name. “Oh right, like we all thought about Sky? That he could handle it just fine by himself?”

“That is not what I meant Link—”

“He died, Malon! And I will not lose Warriors too!”

“You're losing your sons right now!"

A paper on the coffee table rustled as it fell to the floor.

Time and Malon froze with their faces inches away from each other, and turned to the couch, watching the papers still. Malon closed her eyes and sighed, looking suddenly exhausted.

“All right, Wild. I know you’re listening. Come on out,” she said in a quiet voice.

A few moments went by, and then Wild hesitantly poked his head around the couch. He shuffled forwards in his pajamas, not meeting their eyes, and any of Time’s remaining emotion immediately fled at the look on his son’s face.

“...Legend? Pup?” Time said, looking at a specific corner of the room. “You two as well, come on.”

Twilight padded silently forwards from behind a chair, turning hylian as he joined Wild’s side and gently nudged him.

“Legend, come on, come out. It’s okay, boys. We’re just having a discussion,” Malon said as Legend finally became visible, arms crossed as he slid onto the couch.

“Pretty loud discussion,” he muttered.

“You were talking about Sky,” Twilight said quietly.

Legend and Wild both stilled, and Time and Malon both hesitated as they exchanged a look.

“...yes,” Time said finally. “But it was just a discussion boys, it’s okay. Your mother and I needed to talk. Sometimes we just... talk with an extra...”

“Idiocy?” Malon muttered.

“I was going to say intensity, actually,” Time muttered back.

Malon turned back to their sons, who still looked worried. “We’re sorry we woke you, everything’s okay. Go back to bed, it’s late.”

“I was up anyway,” Wild muttered under his breath, then abruptly turned and went back to his room.

Twilight gave his retreating brother a worried look, then turned back to his parents, looking like he wanted to say something. But he closed his mouth, and let out a soft sigh that was too tired for his age.

“Goodnight,” he said quietly, and Legend mumbled a goodnight as well before they both followed Wild out of the room.

Silence fell over Malon and Time as their sons left, and stretched between them, both of them feeling drained and uncertain of what to say.

Time couldn’t remember the last time they’d raised their voices at each other like that.

“They’re not the only ones who should be in bed,” Malon said after a moment, looking at the stairs with a quiet sigh. “We can... talk tomorrow.”

Time nodded, his voice suddenly deserting him, and he didn’t meet her eyes as he walked away, leaving her to quietly turn off the lamp.

(...)

Twilight lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling as what he’d heard of his parents’ shouting echoed in his mind and refused to let him sleep.

He’d never heard them argue like that before.

Sure they disagreed sometimes, and had occasional little fights over things, but this... they’d sounded so angry. They never spoke to each other like that, and hearing it made him want to curl up under his blankets with his tail between his legs. Mom had come to check on him a bit after they’d come upstairs, but Twilight had pretended he was asleep, and she’d left again without a word.

Wild let out a small noise from where he was curled up next to him, and Twilight shifted, adjusting his position and sitting up with a sigh.

He felt awful for Wild. He’d already been having a sleepless night before they’d heard their parents shouting, and only just now been able to fall back into a restless sleep. His nightmares had been getting worse lately, and Twilight was at a bit of a loss as how to help aside from comforting him afterwards.

Which was probably why Mom had checked on them.

“Were Mom and Dad fighting?”

Twilight looked up at the quiet question to see Four in the doorway, nervously shuffling his feet as he clutched a blanket around his shoulders.

Twilight let out a small exhale, patting the sheet next to him, and Four climbed up, settling against his arm. It was a bit of a squeeze because of Wild sleeping on Twilight’s other side, but Four was small and they managed to fit without waking him up.

Twilight put his arm around his brother, and held back another sigh. It looked like everyone except Wind had been woken up— on their way upstairs, Twilight and Legend had come across Hyrule sitting on the top steps, his eyes glassy and face pale, and Legend had gone to his room with him and not come back. Twilight assumed he’d fallen asleep in there.

“They were just having an argument, Four. It’s okay,” Twilight said, ignoring how the reassurance felt hollow. “Even Mom and Dad disagree sometimes.”

Four was quiet for a few seconds.

“They disagree a lot more since Sky died,” he whispered eventually, and Twilight swallowed as he pulled him closer.

“Yeah. I know.“

Wild suddenly murmured a little in his sleep, brows pinched, and Twilight ran a hand through his hair, fingers ghosting past the scar on his face. Wild settled back down, and Twilight tugged the blanket further over him.

“Is there anything we can do?” Four asked in a worried voice, clutching at the stuffed animal he’d brought with him. Twilight sighed again.

“I don’t know, Smithy. I think it’s up to them. We just have to hope that they’ll work it out.”

Four swallowed. “...What if they don’t?”

Twilight closed his eyes, and rubbed Four’s shoulder. “They will,” he said confidently, and Four seemed to be reassured, snuggling up closer to him.

Twilight steered them both downwards and let Four nestle into his blankets, doing his best to silence the thoughts clamoring in his head so he could sleep. It was hard, but Twilight squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to believe his own words as Four fell asleep on his chest and Wild’s head pressed against his arm.

They will.

They have to.

[queenjunothegreat]

Like I said earlier, I'm going through my Alexander Hamilton phase right now, so I'm gonna be dumping fics on you guys at least a couple more times today! I only have one more planned for Valgrace tho. Anywho, feast my little ducklings!

Ao3 Anniversary Collection Day Eight: Pillow Talk

TW for mildly suggestive sexual content

“I wore you out?” Leo scoffed. “I still can’t feel my legs. I’m beginning to think that you don’t know what uno más actually means.” Jason felt his smile turn a bit wolfish, and he nipped the underside of Leo’s jaw. “You’re pretty when you look like that.” Jason could practically hear his eye roll. “You always say that.” “Well, you always look really pretty.” Leo hummed happily and pressed a kiss to Jason’s hairline. In response, Jason made a rumbling sound from the depths of his chest and pressed in just a bit closer. They laid like that for so long that Jason lost track of the time. It could have been a thousand lifetimes, it could have been only a few seconds. All he knew was the warmth of Leo’s skin pressed against his, the still, humid air of their bedroom, and the quiet sounds of contentment that came from them both. *** A moment between two men who love each other more than life itself. Ao3 Anniversary Collection Day Eight: Pillow Talk

Jason heaved a deep sigh as he face planted into the pillow, much to Leo’s obvious amusement. He felt warm, clever fingers twist into his hair while Leo’s soft chuckles danced in his ears and he made no effort to stop the full-body shiver that raced down his spine. 

“Tired?” Leo crooned in his ear, tone half-mocking and dripping with affection. 

Jason just nodded and let even more of his body weight press Leo down into their mattress. “You wore me out,” he accused. 

“I wore you out?” Leo scoffed. “I still can’t feel my legs. I’m beginning to think that you don’t know what uno más actually means.”

Jason felt his smile turn a bit wolfish, and he nipped the underside of Leo’s jaw. “You’re pretty when you look like that.”

Jason could practically hear his eye roll. “You always say that.”

“Well, you always look really pretty.”

Leo hummed happily and pressed a kiss to Jason’s hairline. In response, Jason made a rumbling sound from the depths of his chest and pressed in just a bit closer. They laid like that for so long that Jason lost track of the time. It could have been a thousand lifetimes, it could have been only a few seconds. All he knew was the warmth of Leo’s skin pressed against his, the still, humid air of their bedroom, and the quiet sounds of contentment that came from them both. 

Sometimes, in moments just like this, Jason thought that maybe it was all worth it. Every bit of pain and suffering they’d endured, every choked out sob and terrified plea to a power higher than the gods of Olympus. Every noble deed and heroic sacrifice. Every moment they’d spent apart where they thought that the clawing pit of despondency and grief in their chests would swallow them whole. Every last one of them had led to this moment right here. Had led to Jason finally having the privilege of holding Leo in his arms and the honor of pressing gentle kisses and bruising bites to his shoulders and collarbones. Had led to him getting to wake up every morning next to the man he loved more than his next breath and know that he'd fall asleep to the sight of Leo’s smile, all crooked teeth and scrunched up nose. 

He thought that maybe this was what he was put on this earth to do. He was meant to learn and grow and suffer all so that he’d get to love Leo with every atom of his being. In another universe, maybe that wasn’t his job. Maybe some other Jason out there lived a charmed life where his greatest struggle was running late to a meeting because he couldn’t find matching socks. Maybe that Jason had someone else he loved. Someone whose life had been just as kind as Leo’s was cruel. Maybe Jason and that other person were happy together and couldn’t imagine life without one another. 

But that wasn’t his life. He’d choose Leo over that any day. He’d choose pain and suffering and heartache a thousand times over, if it meant he got even a moment to bask in Leo’s warmth and light. 

Then, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Leo’s hums turning into snores and Jason whipped his head up to see that Leo’s face had gone completely slack, his eyelashes fanned over his cheeks and his lips parted in a tiny little ‘o.’ His fingers were still tangled in Jason’s hair, and he was clutching Jason to his chest like a child with their favorite stuffed toy.

Jason felt his features go soft and fond and he tilted his head just enough to press a gentle kiss to Leo’s cheek without disrupting Leo’s hold on him. “I love you,” Jason whispered into Leo’s ear before he fully relaxed, allowing his body to go boneless. 

Then he closed his eyes, and fell asleep. 

[hardly-an-escape]

It starts with the photos on his fridge.

Buck yanks them off in a fit of pique while the first of two apple pies is finishing up in the oven, because he just cannot stand to see Tommy's face smiling at him every time he goes to grab eggs or butter or a bottle of water.

He chucks them into a cigar box left over from Chimney's bachelor-party-that-wasn't, and tries not to think about them.

Over the next two weeks he finds more of the little pieces of relationship ephemera that tend to collect like miniature snowdrifts of memories after someone is in your life for a few months. A matchbook from Miceli's. Ticket stubs from the movies and a jazz concert at the Mount Wilson Observatory (not really their scene, but the tickets had been a gift). A brochure from a bed and breakfast they'd never actually made a reservation at. A handful of post it notes Tommy had left behind, on the bathroom mirror or the nightstand or the coffee maker.

The cigar box fills up. Buck tries not to think about it as the Tommy box. Tries not to think about it at all.

By the time he moves on to the bigger items – a charger for Tommy's bluetooth headphones, the hoodie that had ended up in Buck's laundry basket, the random pairs of socks, the book Tommy had gotten halfway through one weekend and then forgotten under the couch – the Tommy box has already graduated from the cigar box to an Amazon box, and from there to a bankers box he has to dig out from the back of his closet.

The box fills up. One night, knowing he's off the next day, he drinks a bottle of pinot gris by himself and goes through it, item by item, forcing himself to read each note and remember every moment until his eyes well with tears and he's chewed the inside of his cheek raw.

He's not sure why. It doesn't feel like catharsis, exactly. More like a punishment.

In the morning his eyes feel gritty and his head is pounding. He chokes down a cup of coffee and picks up his phone.

I have a box of your stuff. Do you want to come get it or should I bring it over?

It's been almost a month, but Tommy replies within minutes.

I can actually come by now, if that's okay. I'm out doing errands.

That's fine, I'm home, Buck sends back.

Thanks. ETA about 30 min.

God, he texts like such a dorky old man. Buck fights a smile. He doesn't want to feel fond. He drags himself into the shower.

35 minutes later, he's wearing a clean shirt and a pair of jeans he knows make his ass look good and he's making another pot of coffee and determinedly not thinking about how maybe he did choose those jeans on purpose when there's a knock.

"Hey," Tommy says when he opens the door. It's so familiar that Buck feels something around his heart clench. He has to stop himself from leaning in to kiss him hello.

"Hi," he says instead, stepping back to let Tommy in. "Do you, uh, want a cup of coffee or anything?"

"That's okay," Tommy says, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I'll just get my stuff and get out of your hair."

The Tommy box is upstairs. He'd managed to get everything packed neatly away before he fell asleep last night. But he doesn't go get it just yet; he takes just a second to drink in the sight of Tommy, in his space again, maybe for the last time.

He looks good. Tired, maybe; a little more worn than Buck would like to see. He thinks about the box and about his last couple of breakups. When Taylor moved out, when Natalia left – he couldn't wait to get rid of the evidence, wanted to scrape his life clean of them like getting barnacles off the bottom of a boat.

He realizes, suddenly, looking at him, how badly he wants to cling to Tommy. It's been a month and he wants to wrap him up in a blanket and feed him snickerdoodles. He wants to put their photos back up on the fridge. Tommy's standing in front of him and Buck never wants him to leave again.

"Listen," Buck says. "Since you're here. Can we talk?"

What would Buck put in his Tommy box though

[jeonwon-wonwoo]

SAKURA SMART ♡ 240308

[keeps-ache]

HEY

[jupiter--dream]

(cw vent, sorry it's just been A Couple Of Days)

Not really having many irl friends comes at the price of feeling so terribly lonely, I feel like I have no one to talk to because I'm not close to enough people, or maybe I am and I just haven't talked to them in a while and I don't want this to be our first conversation qwq

I'm honestly just. Tired, tbh qwq

[miodiodavinci]

the burnout is real lads . . . . .

[running-in-the-dark]

my niece stayed with us last night. it was pretty fun this time, probably because I was feeling better (if I'm already in pain or exhausted, I can't handle it). after we dropped her off, we talked to my mother for a little bit, and then drove to my in-laws. we were there for a few hours and because the guys were busy outside, i ended up talking to my mother-in-law for most of that time. it was... kind of good? I don't know. she actually showed some real emotions, just a little bit, but hey that's more than ever before! I even gave her a weird little shoulder squeeze/side hug, it was so weird.

anyway, I almost fell asleep in the car on the way home because I was so tired, and actually did fall asleep immediately on the couch.

[old-man-spine]

Would you still like me if I got worse

[wizardnuke]

bf says ive been going thru it and doing really well at that. bursts into tears.