#thankful AND SO EMOTIONAL AND SO HAPPY oh )))): thank you thank you thank you thank you cy!!!! i adore you infinitely 🥹🥹🥹🤍🤍🤍

[lambilegs]

Congrats on the 1k!! ⭐️⭐️⭐️

My first word choice is Whelve from list #2

Sevika x Reader, open to sfw or nsfw

So I LOVED your Sevika!Roommate headcannons, and if your up to it I was hoping for maybe an alternate ending?

Cause when I was reading I started imagining oh shit what if reader kinda runs into Ran first a little as fwb and Sevila has to deal with the jealousy she starts to feel?? IF you're even interested enough in writing about Ran even a little.

If not the words Incandescence and Sweven caught my eye too lol your call ofc

1K DRABBLES: WHELVE, SWEVEN & INCANDESCENCE

whelve: to bury something deep, to hide  sweven: a dream incandescence: light produced by high temperatures note to anon: AHHH thank you so much love!! and I'm so happy you enjoyed roommate!sevi hehe, it was definitely fun to write. and I'm definitely into writing for ran, I think they're sooo fine 🤭 your idea had me inspired, and I decided to use all three of your words for it hehe. I hope you enjoy it <33 contains: angst with no comfort (pls I'm so sorry), alcohol, sevika pretty much being anguished over you being with someone else, based on roommate!au

sevika watches you from the bar, her teeth clashing together, almost as though she's chewing on something tough, rubber-woven, hard to truly break through. she knows she must look like a slightly deranged, wholly possessive girlfriend right now, but that's exactly how she feels. her mind is whirring with thoughts, and mixed with the hazy tinge of alcohol, she feels like she's clouded with a multitude of emotions that bear no mercy for her, brutally stacking upon one another until she's rubbing her eyes with the onslaught of pain surging through her mind.

because you're there. dancing with fucking ran, of all people. ran, who sevika had always been chill with, and upon whom she had bestowed the privilege of letting into her apartment. ran, who sevika has worked with for nearly a year now. ran, whose face she wants to punch into until she chips at least one tooth. she can feel it running through her veins -- hot, bleeding rage that seizes around every inch of her innards, tightening and squeezing until it's all she knows. she wants so badly to march up to you and rip you away from them, shake you and ask you what the fuck you're doing. because you're hers -- and she's trying. she no longer brings girls over, she tries to be nicer, she waits until you wake up so you two can do the morning crossword together.

but, that doesn't really mean shit, right? not when the fire whipping from the walls of this all-too-expensive club are setting your face aflame, making you glow in all shades of orange and gold. not when you look like a sunbeam brought to life, every sway of your hips and batting of your lashes striking sevika like a personal bolt send her way.

she wants, so badly, for it all to be one horrible fucking dream. sometimes, she stirs awake in the middle of the night, and hears your whimpers as ran takes care of you, and she squeezes her eyes shut, urging herself back to sleep. if she wakes in the morning, and there are no traces of ran in the apartment, she pitifully convinces herself that maybe the noises she heard last night weren't real. but, then again, sevika has never been one for tall tales. because no matter what she offers herself as a way out of this living hell, the underbelly always contains the same reminder: you're not hers. but, maybe you could've been.

it's a reminder that stabs into her gut without relent when she goes to work and sees a hickey on ran's neck. it's one that twists and sends her gut curling into mind-consuming pain when she finds you in the kitchen, wearing ran's t-shirt as you make dinner. it's one that bleeds her out until she's piss drunk and tumbling into her bed, drool leaking from her mouth and eyes stone-heavy, after she sees you kiss them on the dance floor.

that should be her. it could've fucking been her. if she had stopped playing around, if she had put an end to the games earlier, it could've been her arms wrapped around you in the club. it could've been her t-shirts you fidget with the stitches and loose strands of as you half-heartedly watch the television when eating your food.

but, instead, she chose to play around. she chose to keep bringing girls who she pictured to be you when fucking, and keep making comments to poke fun at how much you like her, how much you want her. because that space, the in-between line hovering between roommates who flirt and genuine romance -- that's a comfortable space for her. it's safe, it's far from the simultaneous confines and terrifying exposure that exists tucked away into the pockets of a vulnerable, deeper bond. it's one where she doesn't have to worry about obligations, or how the fuck she'll ever manage to confide in you about all the past memories that still lingers in her chest, burrowing in a hollow she's unconvinced she'll ever be fully rid of.

but, that can't be harder than this. this hell she's been occupying everyday, the flames licking at her and searing through her skin everytime she's faced with the fact that you're no longer hers -- not even by a half, which is what she was satisfied with before. but, how fucking stupid was that? it's not like back then, part of her didn't sting with the fact that you weren't hers in entirety, as something that is whole and not only distributed through brief touches and momentary banter.

but, now you spend so much time with ran that she doesn't even have a quarter of you, not even a piece. and even if you and ran are just fuck buddies, she can see how you light up when they drop by. how the two of you avoid her narrowed gaze as you usher them to your bedroom.

she can see how she's on the outs now. just as you once were.

and that solidifies her resolve, tying it with a red ribbon that's stapled in, unyielding to any force of affection or envy.

she's played with you enough. she'll let you have this.

even if it means she buries herself whole, not an inch of you left with her anymore.

[ssentimentals]

Hihi, i love your writing and wanted to make a request during the last prompt list but was too chicken to do so🫣

If it's okay, could you do prompt 15. Soulmates with woozi?💜

Thanks you💜

hihi dearest, oh nooo please, never hesitate to request anything when i do prompt list, i'd be so happy to write your request! thank you for requesting this time though 💜

prompt soulmates

usually the string can be barely seen and jihoon doesn't even feel it half of a time. it stayed light gray color for the most of his life and he even forgot about it for quite some time, but then he enrolled into this new internship program and the string's color changed to prominent red in a week. having soulmates is not a common thing in this world, but jihoon knew very well the meaning behind a color change - his soulmate was close. wrapped neatly around his pinky, the string of fate usually held barely any weight but in last few days everything changed - he started to feel it, especially tiny tugs now and then. it's... jihoon is not sure how to react. he always considered himself lucky for having a soulmate when half of the world doesn't, but the more time passed with no signs of the string ever awakening, he sort of.. forgot. felt disappointed and let down. and now that it's glaringly red he's simply at loss. there's a whole myriad of emotions inside: anticipation, hope, fear, excitement, anxiety. whenever he looks down at his hand now he sees the string of fate so clearly, it blows his mind that sometime soon he's going to meet his soulmate.

'i'll go get coffee,' jihoon mumbles quietly enough to not disturb anyone at the open space. soulmates are nice and whatnot, but excel files are kicking his ass more than he'd like to admit. 'anyone wants something?'

several people voice out their drinks of choice and jihoon hurriedly rushes to cafeteria on the 1st floor, praying that by the time he comes back that excel sheet will just solve itself. he stands in the queue when he feels a firm tug on his pinky finger. the string almost glows, pulses and to jihoon's utter shock it starts to appear more and more. it always used to be just a small little thing wrapped around his finger but now he watches it transform into an actual string, glowing red and seemingly...going somewhere.

'next! what's your order?'

jihoon abondons his place in the queue, following the string instead. with a hammering heart he lets it lead him through the crowd, he side-steps people, feeling his palms getting sweaty from the nerves. is this actually happening? is he about to-

'oh my god, i'm so sorry!'

in his dreams, jihoon is very smooth. he maybe says a joke, maybe goes for a cheesy pick-up line, does whatever it takes to appear cool and friendly. in reality though he bumps into you full-force and stammers his apologies in a very not cool fashion.

'no-no, it's alright, i wasn't looking-' he pauses, noticing how red string connects your pinkies. it's glowing too. 'oh.'

in his dreams, jihoon knows what to do. he maybe goes for a handshake or a hug, maybe he suggests taking this somewhere else. in reality though he stares wide-eyed at the beautiful girl in front of him and his head is blank. it's not an earth-shattering moment of meeting you, because you already feel safe, familiar, easy, his. but he is not sure how he can say this without sounding like a total creep.

'it's well overdue,' you say, saving him from awkward silence. you're blushing slightly and jihoon can't keep his eyes off you. 'meeting you, i mean. i kind of thought it'd never happen.'

'yeah..' he agrees and quickly shoots his hand out to shield you from few guys who don't look where they're going. 'but it did.'

'it did.' you echo, looking at him like you can't believe he's real. frankly, jihoon doesn't believe you're real either. 'um, i-'

'can i get your number?' jihoon asks, grimacing at how not smooth that was. 'so we can- i mean i wanted to-' he reaches out, unsure. he wants to touch you, hug you, prove to himself that you're not a figment of his imagination. 'can i also..hold your hand? shit, sorry, that's probably so-'

you shut him up by taking his hand in yours. the fact that you did not disappear and that your palm is warm and dry against his cold and sweaty one makes him sigh in relief. 'i'm sorry that it's sweaty, i'm just nervous,' he mutters. he kind of doesn't want to let go of your hand now.

'it's alright,' you assure him and don't let his hand go. 'can you give me your phone? i will save my number.'

you don't let go while you do that. you hold his hand securely and jihoon wonders if you also feel like him. if he also feels for you like he is your person. jihoon hopes he does. and even if not - he is determined to take his time and make sure that at one point you will think of him that way. today or tomorrow or after few months or even years.

a/n: hopefully you liked it, let me know! <3 - nini

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[hansmic]

♡❥𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔰♡❥

han jisung x gn! reader

Summary: You and Jisung are childhood friends that reconnect after years apart. At first, it's awkward, but the time you spend together, the more you realize that the feelings you once shared never truly went away.

genre: fluff, romance

warnings: kissing

word count: 2.1k

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Jisung walks through the street, his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and head down. Music plays loudly from the earphones, blocking out the noise of the busy pedestrians around him. Soon, as he rounds a corner, he crashes right into someone — literally.

Jisung grunts as he stumbles back, almost losing his balance. The stranger — who he had bumped into — falls to the ground.

"Sorry—" he begins to say but as he sees the person, he freezes.

He slowly pulls out an earbud and lowers his hood, eyes widened. His brain is trying to process who the person on the ground is.

"Y/n?" he mutters your name quietly.

The realization that the person he had collided with is you hits Jisung all of a sudden. A thousand mixed emotions flood his mind. Happiness, disbelief, excitement, nervousness — they all swirl around in his head.

"Oh my god, it's really you." he says breathlessly, crouching on the ground in front of you.

He stares at your face intently, taking in every feature he had missed for so long. His heart is racing, but he tries to compose himself, not wanting to seem too eager. He reaches out a hand towards you.

"Let me help you up."

His fingers gently wrap around your wrist, and he helps you up onto your feet. You're standing right in front of him now, and he takes a moment to just look at you.

"It's really nice to see you again," he says after a few moments of silence, a warm smile on his face.

He looks at you up and down, studying your face. Despite the countless years that have passed, you've still managed to look more beautiful than he remembered.

"It's been a really long time," he confesses, his grip on your wrist still gentle.

His eyes drop to the ground for a moment, and he lets out a soft exhale. There's so much he wants to say, but he doesn't want to overdo it. He doesn't want to come on too strong.

"How have you been?" he asks, looking back at you.

You reply, "Oh, you know, just living life, working, and such. Nothing too exciting."

Jisung nods, taking in your words. He notices the faint hint of a smile on your lips.

"You seem to be doing good then," he remarks, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his own lips.

His eyes scan over your figure, taking in every detail. You seem more mature than last time he saw you — there's a softer aura about you now, a sense of warmth and kindness. He wonders if that's what growing up does, or if it's something else.

"You look really good," he says sincerely.

"Thanks," you reply politely, a small smile on your lips.

There's a brief moment of silence between you two, the only sound being the soft hum of the city behind you. But Jisung doesn't mind it. He's just happy to be here, talking to you after all this time.

He glances down at your hand, still held in his. He suddenly realizes he's still holding your wrist. He hesitates for a moment before finally loosening his grip.

"We should catch up properly," he says after a short pause, clearing his throat. He can't help but look down at your hand again, as if drawn to it.

"Do you, uh, have time right now?" he adds, trying to sound casual, as if he wasn't just holding your hand for the past minute.

You nod, a small smile still on your face. "Of course, I do."

Jisung's heart skips a beat at your response. He hadn't expected you to say yes, to so willingly agree to spending more time with him. He forces himself to stay outwardly calm, not wanting to appear too eager.

"Great," he says, a hint of relief in his voice.

"What do you want to do?" he asks, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. He glances around, trying to think of a place to spend time at. Cafes and restaurants seem too crowded and impersonal for this moment. He wants somewhere more private, a place where it's just the two of you.

You suggest a nearby park, one that's slightly more secluded than most. Jisung nods in agreement, grateful for the suggestion. It's not as if he'd decline any suggestion, but a park is exactly the type of place he had in mind.

"The park," he repeats, as if testing the words on his tongue.

"That sounds perfect," he adds, looking at you with a smile.

The walk to the park is quiet but comfortable. Jisung steals glances at you as you walk beside him, taking in every detail of your appearance. There's an air of familiarity to it all, despite the long time apart. It feels like he's reconnected with a piece of his past, a part of himself that he had lost somehow.

Soon, the two of you arrive at the park. He follows you to a secluded spot, away from the main path.

Jisung stops walking as soon as the two of you reach the spot, turning to face you. The soft hum of nature surrounds you, the birds chirping and the rustling of leaves providing a gentle soundtrack. Jisung clears his throat, not knowing where to start.

"So, uh… it's been a while, huh?" he says almost awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. He can't help but feel a sense of nervousness, as if he's meeting you for the first time again.

"It has, hasn't it?" you reply, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You look at him, your eyes studying his features in much the same way he had done only moments ago. There's a moment of silence, and then you start speaking again.

"I've missed you."

Jisung's eyes widen slightly at the words that leave your mouth. He hadn't expected you to be so upfront with something like that, but he's relieved none the less. He had been wondering if you still felt any sort of way about him, and here you were being so direct. He manages a soft smile.

"I missed you too," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper.

The air between the two of you is suddenly charged with an intensity he can almost feel. He looks directly at you, holding your gaze for what feels like an eternity. There's a million things he wants to say, a million things he craves to express, but right now, he's content just listening to your words and admiring the way you look.

Over the course of the next few hours, the two of you settle into a comfortable rhythm. You reminisce about old times, swap stories, laugh and joke around as if no time has passed at all. Jisung couldn't help but be struck by just how easy it is to talk to you, how comfortable the conversation feels. Like you have always known

There are moments of silence as well, but they're comfortable silences, not awkward ones. Jisung takes the opportunity to just observe you, to drink in every little detail about the way you smile or the way you tilt your head when you're thinking.

The sun begins to set, casting a warm orange light over the park. It's a beautiful sight, one that Jisung takes a moment to appreciate. He turns to you, noticing how the golden light catches in your eyes. You look even more beautiful than before.

"It's getting late," he suddenly says, breaking the comfortable silence. He glances away, feeling a pang of regret that the night is almost over. He doesn't want this moment to end, not yet. "We should probably head out soon," he adds, still not looking at you. He knows he should be thankful for the time you've spent together, but he can't help but feel a sense of disappointment at the thought of saying goodbye again.

You nod in agreement, a subtle frown on your face, as if you're mirroring the feeling inside Jisung. There's a moment of contemplation between the two of you, a silent understanding of the feelings neither of you can express.

"I had a great time tonight," Jisung says finally, breaking the silence. He turns to look at you, a soft smile on his face. "I missed hanging out with you."

You give him a small smile in return, your eyes warm. "Yeah, I missed it too," you admit. There's a hint of longing in your voice that didn't go unnoticed by Jisung.

They both sit in silence again, listening to the sounds of the slowly fading city. Jisung fidgets with the hem of his hoodie, unsure of what to say next. He doesn't want to overstep boundaries by asking something too much in the heat of the moment, but the desire to have more time with you is almost overwhelming.

Jisung takes a deep breath, steeling himself. He looks at you, his eyes tracing the lines of your face, from your jawline to your lips and back again. There's an unspoken tension between the two of you, a quiet anticipation. He stands up, facing you fully.

He takes a step closer, his heart beating wildly in his chest. The distance between you becomes smaller, until he's only a few steps away. His eyes dart to your lips, and the desire to feel your mouth against his becomes almost unbearable.

He reaches out a hand, gently cupping your face. His thumb brushes over your cheek, touching the spot he's been wanting to touch for what feels like days, months, years.

His breath is shallow, his entire body on edge. It's like every part of him is screaming to be closer to you. "Can I..?" he asks softly, his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.

You look at him, your eyes wide, and then you nod, a silent confirmation of what you've both wanted since you first saw each other. Jisung feels a rush of something – relief, desire, excitement - as he inches his face closer to yours. His hand on your cheek moves to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. With a soft, but firm movement, he pulls you closer and finally, finally closes the distance between your lips. The kiss is almost

chaste at first, a tentative brush of lips. But the tension between the two of you soon builds, and Jisung can't help but deepen the kiss. His free hand grips your hip, pulling you closer still.

He lets out a soft sigh against your mouth, the sound almost lost beneath the noise of your combined breathing. He can taste the sweetness of your lips, the warmth of your breath, the faint scent of your skin. It's a sensation he's longed for, one he's not sure he ever wanted to end.

They break apart after what feels like seconds, but also like an eternity. Jisung's eyes are still closed, his hand resting on the back of your neck. He doesn't want to open his eyes, fearing that when he does, you'll disappear. You're still in his arms, your bodies still close, and he clings to that thought, doesn't want to let go.

Slowly, reluctantly, he opens his eyes. He looks at you, taking in the sight of your face, flushed and close. He wants to say so many things right now, to tell you how long he's waited to have you in his arms like this, but he keeps his words to himself for now. Instead, he just gently brushes a stray hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your jaw.

The moment of peace is interrupted by a gust of cold wind, a reminder of how quickly dusk turns into night. Jisung suddenly snaps back to reality, realizing how late it is now. He's reluctant to leave, but he knows he can't stay any longer.

He exhales softly, his fingers still on your jaw. "We should get going," he says, his voice a mix of disappointment and resignation.

You nod, a pang of disappointment in your expression. You know he's right, that you have to go, but neither of you is willing to accept it. A pause fills the air, heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Jisung glances at you, his heart heavy with all said yet unsaid. He wants to say more, to ask you for more, but the words get stuck in his throat. So he settles for a half-hearted "goodnight," his hand reluctantly falling from your jaw.

Jisung glances at you, his heart heavy with all said yet unsaid. He wants to say more, to ask you for more, but the words get stuck in his throat. So he settles for a half-hearted "goodnight," his hand reluctantly falling from your jaw.

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[that-hazbin]

Media Demon AU

The Hotel needs a new animal Mascot, There is decidedly zero backbone to be found in this trio, and much bad math is performed by me. Feel free to correct it. Or not. Headcannoning Vox died in the 1950's between age 20-30, feel free to ignore. Alastor giving off parental vibes.

Vox looked at the moving package Alastor had given him, Anthony had lit up with a grin recognising what Alastor was doing, "Ah Smiles, you're such a sweetie sometimes" Alastor turned away flustered. "I have no idea what your talking about" Alastor was blushing near unnoticeably in that familiar tsundere way his close friends could spot a mile away.

It was the same expression from back then, Angel Dust thought wryly, way back when Alastor had gifted him with a small emotional support hell piglet for his recovery in therapy.

The box kept wriggling "Are you going to open it?" asked Alastor the television sinner.

Vox looked at the trembling box and gently removed the neon blue ribbon with trembling hands.

He didn't remember the last time someone, anyone really, had given him a gift. Carefully lifting the lid Vox felt his heart squeeze in his chest as a soft cold face pressed against his hand and licked his fingers.

"Oh you are adorable" a tiny gunmetal blue hammerhead hellshark pup with four incredibly stubby little legs was doing it's level best to get out of the box so Vox could pet it. The box tipped with the movement and the sharkpup pressed itself into Vox's body happily with strange little happy whines as its new owner coed over it with burning eyes.

Alastor leaned down meeting Vox's gaze and petted the hellshark pup who lapped up the attention with glee. "The hotel has a tank room for aquatic sinners, I thought a manner of responsibility might help you... Focus a bit more.", and if Alastor had also arranged a number of hellshark pet care books on Vox’s desk in his room that was merely coincidence.

Vox gave a watery laugh at the deer sinner who evidently didn't hate him as much as he thought, "Thank you for this".

And he meant it, it was the first time anyone had ever gotten him a such a thoughtful gift or any gift at all really.

It was also the first time Vox had ever thanked anyone for anything, it felt good.

"What ya gonna name the little fishdoggo?" Asked Velvette who was relentlessly booping the sharkdog pup between it's eyes to it's unending glee.

Vox had never been creative, certainty never good enough at being original but this was.. important, Vox looked up at Alastor "Why don't you name him for me?" Alastor tilted his head confused.

"I had assumed you would name him, he is your pet?"

"I'm.. not good at names", Vox grimaced, or much else he thought glumly.

Alastor was looking at him with a look Vox found impossible to decipher "...Vark"

"Vark", Vox tested the name on his tongue, "I like it!" Vox smiled like a small child receiving a gift.

Alastor realised his own age at that moment, he and the picture box were no longer separated by a gulf of scant few decades but much longer than that.

Alastor born in 1900, died in 1933, then died again in 2020 at 120 and being sent back to 1933 living a further 87 years until the present day... Alastor was even older than Charlie who was 200, by, ironically seven years minimum if his rather sketchy math was right give or take a few months.

Angel Dust offered a toast, he and the others oblivious to the former Radio Demon's inner midlife crisis, "To Vox, Velvette and Vark of the Hazbin Hotel! The Three Vees!"

Alastor huffed a laugh pushing down his internal panic and vowing to hunt down a calculator to figure out the exact numbers joined in the toast.

Don't you DARE make me ship this timeline's radio static I already have enough on my plate with hellradio 😭 fuck Vox and Vark are SOOOOOO CUTE!!!!

I really love the detail you put about this being the first time Vox sincerely thanked someone. A little show of his development under the Hazbin Hotel. That, AND Alastor being a little tsundere who's in COMPLETE denial about caring about this TV head? This is excellent. EXCELLENT!

And it's good to note Alastor's age, because I didn't even THINK that he could possibly be older than Charlie. That's insane to think about. He really did just relive an ENTIRE CENTURY. I don't know why that didn't actually hit me as hard as before, but like, that is a LOT of time, which means he could have gone through a LOT of his own personal development in that time period. Wow.

(And yet, he couldn't kick his habit of adopting the sad and pathetic into his fold. Even against his will.)

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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When Chris spots him, he freezes. He’s standing right there, holding the worst sign Chris has ever seen; Diazes scribbled on a piece of cardboard. Like he cut up a cereal box or something. He probably did. That’s probably exactly what he did. 

He’s just the same. Same old Buck. But his hair is curlier than usual. 

“Hey!” Dad calls out to Buck. His face lights up a little. So that hasn’t changed, either.

Buck comes rushing over to them. He moves like he’s going to hug Chris, excitement in his eyes. Chris wants him to. He wants him to pretend things are normal. Just for a minute. But Buck stops. He pauses. He looks at Chris with uncertain eyes. It makes Chris want to die a little.

“Chris, buddy,” Buck smiles nervously. “Uh, can I hug you?”

Christopher’s expression must reveal how sad the question makes him. Because since when has Buck had to ask?

“Whoa, hey,” Buck says, when even Chris can tell his jaw is trembling a little. “Hey, Chris… I just wanted to make sure it’s okay.”

“It’s okay,” Chris mutters.

Buck steps forward and wraps Christopher in the only good hug he’s had in almost a year. Because his dad hasn’t hugged him yet. Chris didn’t let him. Because his grandparents always hugged him like they were hugging a baby, until they stopped altogether. So no one has really hugged him like they loved him in so long and Chris… Chris bursts into tears.

“Christopher!” Buck exclaims. He starts to pull away, alarmed, but Chris clings to him tighter.

“Christopher,” Dad says. “Buddy…”

Chris ignores him. He cries into Buck’s shoulders and he’s so embarrassed. He’s humiliated. But he can’t stop. 

Buck rubs comforting circles into Christopher’s back.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “You’re home. We’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry,” he says to Buck. Because he can’t say it to Dad. 

“Don’t be sorry,” Buck says. “I’m just so happy you’re here.”

Chris takes a few deep breaths. Waits until he can control himself. Then he pulls away from Buck. 

“Can we go?” He mumbles.

Buck nods. He looks at Dad. 

“Yeah, Eddie? We-we can go?”

Christopher can feel Dad’s eyes on him. Staring unintentional holes into him. But he doesn’t dare look. 

“Yeah,” Dad says after a moment. “Let’s go.”

🟦

Eddie should feel sad. Sad. Jealous. He should feel resentful. Something. Something about the fact that his child dove straight into Buck’s arms to cry. How he wanted him and not Eddie. 

He’s not. 

He’s not remotely jealous. He’s not sad. He’s fucking relieved. He feels like a cinder block has been lifted off of him. Like it had been crushing his heart. Maybe he was just afraid something in Chris was too far broken. Between him and his parents, maybe they messed him up so bad, Chris would never ask for comfort again. Never trust. But he does. He did. He trusts Buck. He wanted Buck. He let Buck hold him. That’s enough. Right now, that has to be enough.

Right now, it gives Eddie something like hope to hold onto.

Chris piles right into the Jeep while Eddie and Buck load his bags into the trunk. Eddie is thinking about his breathing, the cadence of it, more than anything else he’s doing. He’s not fully present. 

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117 for 🔀 (THANK YOU!!!!) ---

Bring Maddie here? Now? It’s evening. It’s late. She’s… No. 

“I can’t,” Buck whispers.

“You said,” Evan accuses. 

“She-she’s been through so much,” Buck says. “You… You don’t know. She’s had… She doesn’t need this.”

“She’s my sister! I need her!” 

Buck turns to look at Bobby. He doesn’t know what to do. He can’t handle this. 

“Chris,” Eddie whispers to his son. “Can you wait on the balcony? I think Buck needs a minute.”

“But I can help,” Chris complains.

“I know. I know you can,” Eddie says. “We’ll come out when we’re ready, okay?”

“Fine,” Chris sulks. Then he heads off towards the balcony. 

“Buck,” Bobby says once the door is shut behind Chris. “I know this is impossibly hard, but I think you need to do this.”

“Do what?” Buck asks. “Ruin Maddie’s life?”

“No,” Athena shakes her head. “That’s not what this is. Buck, think about it. Would you want her to keep this from you? If she were in your position?”

No. No, he wouldn’t. If Maddie did, he wouldn’t be mad she was secretly a fairy. He’d be mad she was a liar. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. “I have to, don’t I?”

“So far,” Bobby says. “You haven’t lied. You haven’t done anything wrong. Don’t start now because you’re scared. You’ve got to trust Maddie to love you no matter what, the way she’s loved you for thirty years.”

Buck looks at Eddie. Eddie nods, encouragingly.

“I can’t see her when I look like this,” Buck admits. 

“Then fix your damn glamor!” Evan snaps.

Buck turns to look at him. 

“Fix my-my what?” 

“Your glamor,” Evan sighs. “Don’t you know anything?”

“Clearly not!” Buck shouts. 

The glass door to the balcony slides open. 

“That’s what I can help you with!” Chris exclaims. 

Eddie groans. “Chris. You weren’t supposed to be listening.”

“You’re all loud,” Chris shrugs. “Buck, I can help you. I can help you look like a human again.”

🟢

They come to an agreement. Bobby and Athena will stay in the loft overnight. They will keep Evan contained. Eddie and Chris will take Buck back to their house. And Chris - because somehow the fourteen year-old has the best grip on this situation - will help Buck get his glamor back. This is not, apparently, a fashion term. It is, as it turns out, a magic term. 

Because Buck is a magical being. Really wonderful.

He would have loved that as a kid. Magic. Being magic. What kid doesn’t want to be magic? What kid doesn’t want powers? Control beyond the limited agency they have. Every kid would love that. But being a creature? A thing? Not all it’s cracked up to be.

Eddie drives him to his house in the truck. He wears a baseball cap and a hoodie. Keeps his hands in his front sweater pocket. He hates the idea of even a traffic camera seeing him green.

Christopher, on the other hand, loves that he is green. 

It’s quite the dilemma for Buck. He loves this child. Potentially the most he could ever love anyone. He has loved him for half of Christopher’s life. He hasn’t seen him in many, many months. He has missed him severely. And yet, all Chris wants to talk about, is Buck’s newly discovered species. 

Buck wants to scream. 

Chris wants to chat, Buck wants to scream. 

“So, there are four books. And the first one pretty much starts off like this. Except, the main character, Leif, is sixteen, not old.”

“Old?” Buck protests. “You think I’m old?” 

“Well, yeah?” Chris says. “Anyway, it’s the same scenario. Except there’s no kidnapping. Leif-” “He’s green and the author called him Leif?” Eddie interjects.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hi! I adore your writing! Could you please write some fluff? Where either the hero or the villain has nightmares and the other takes care of them. But the one that takes care of them is actually breaking into their base to get information. And the one with the nightmares is usually super happy and doesn’t like to show their pain. I hope all of that makes sense lol! Thanks no pressure if you can’t do it or you’re busy!

The villain couldn't think of any words. Not really.

All they could do was stand there, glued to the ground. Breaking into the hero's room had been quite tricky. After all, this building was packed with security.

But now that they were here, they couldn't believe their eyes.

It was messy. Very messy. Some furniture was simply destroyed - a table was split into two, as if the hero had punched through it. The shards of a vase were discarded on the ground and above all that: paper. A lot of paper.

The villain suspected the hero had thrown several files to the ground and the many pages had simply spread through the whole room.

They dared to look at the hero. The very same hero that turned away and clenched their fists.

"How did you...?" the hero began. Their voice was anything but stable, anything but usually cheery. "...ah, nevermind."

"I disabled the security system for a while," the villain said. Their voice was quiet and they were debating if they should throw themselves out of a window. The discomfort of the entire situation was crushing them. They shouldn't have been here.

They took in a deep breath and took another look at the hero.

Whatever had happened, the hero seemed to be another person entirely. They were distant, so very distant.

It wasn't like their relationship had the deepest connection. The villain was more of an inconvenience to the hero, they supposed. A fun obstacle they liked to taunt. But still...the villain had never thought the hero to be capable of destroying their room like this.

Maybe it hadn't been the hero after all. Maybe another hero?

The villain's eyes narrowed.

"You're bleeding," they said. The hero didn't turn around, but they did look at their knuckles. They let their arm drop as if it was nothing.

"I don't have any valuables here, so if you want to steal something, you should..."

"What is going on?"

The hero was rational, even though they were coming across as playful most of the time. The hero was smart, they were in control of their emotions.

But this?

The hero squeezed their eyes shut and leaned against the wall.

"I'm not sure you're the right person to talk to."

"Oh."

Technically, the hero was right. It still stung a little, though.

They exchanged looks.

"But...do you know that feeling of healing horridly?" They looked at the ground and the villain wasn't quite sure if the moonlight illuminated their nemesis or an angel. What a horrible feeling. What a horrible pain in their chest.

Was it normal to feel this distraught? At the sight of someone they were supposed to loathe being this hurt?

"Do you mean not getting over something?"

"...not exactly. I..." They let their lashes flutter and the villain feared they were seeing tears in their eyes. "I've been working through some stuff. Things from my childhood, past relationships, my work...you know, stuff like that. And I'm trying really hard to heal. And not to turn bitter. I'm trying not to let it hurt so much. But...I think I can't. I feel like, even if my wounds do heal, the scars will spoil me forever."

The villain didn't know what the hero was talking about. Hell, they couldn't even relate to it. They had never given themselves enough time to think about healing. Most of the time, they pushed everything away that hurt and moved on.

"I feel like it stains, it's like blood that I can't wash off my hands. And it makes me so incredibly ugly, it makes me so sick. I have nightmares and I...I..." And there it was. A simple sob the hero didn't manage to swallow. They covered their mouth with their hand, turned away.

And for some reason, for some strange reason, the villain walked over to them, pulling them close. They hugged the hero, embraced them as if they were the only two people in the world and let the hero sob, soaking the villain's uniform in tears.

"I understand," the villain whispered. They tried to sound as soft as possible. This wasn't exactly their field of expertise, not by a long shot, but they knew what it was like to pretend. To doubt. To fail. "It won't be like this forever, I promise. It will fade."

"It won't go away, though, it will always be there. It will always-"

"It will fade," the villain repeated. They brushed some tears out of the hero's sight. "And one day, you won't notice it anymore. You won't think about it."

They took the hero's hand.

"I don't know what you are going through right now, but I know that you are strong and capable. You can beat this."

Suddenly, the hero pulled them closer again, pressed their face against the villain's shoulder. They didn't say anything and the villain thought they themselves couldn't come up with anything better. So, they just held onto the hero and waited until their nemesis calmed down.

Eventually, the hero leaned against them. Their voice was quiet.

"...I know I have no right to ask this and you can decline, of course. But could you stay a few hours?"

The villain felt their cheeks burn.

"Yes. I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone right now anyway." They pulled the hero a bit closer again. "But I am going to take care of your knuckles first."

In the end, the villain fell asleep next to the hero, despite their best efforts to stay awake.

[rennerator]

LOVE LOVE LOVE OH MY, SO SOOO BEAUTIFUL!!!!! S2 This is MAGNIFICENT!!!! Look at THEM THERE!!!! SUCH an INTIMATE and EMOTIONAL moment there!!!! AWWWWWW, They BELONG!!!! They LOVE EACH OTHER SO SOOO MUCH!!!! :D HAPPINESS!!! I am TOTALLY going to check this out later!!! Thank YOU SO SOOO MUCH for sharing this with us!!! You are INCREDIBLE!!!! :) <3

My art masterpost for Watchin' Over Me by @xpurdyglambertx. I loved creating art for Liz' smuffy fic. I had a great time working with her.

It’s my first of two collabs for the @the-fluffstiel-bang.

The art can also be found on AO3.

[xi4oyan]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Teacher Tigress (=මᆽම=) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

MK

: ̗̀➛ "Are you sure you need to take care of me like this? Not that I’m complaining… but… I’m not a kid anymore, right?" He says that, but secretly enjoys being cared for.

: ̗̀➛ He’s used to intense training and responsibilities, so when you show up asking if he’s eaten or slept properly, he gets a bit flustered.

: ̗̀➛ If you grab him by the collar when he’s about to do something reckless, he just gives a mischievous smile. "I swear it was going to work! Maybe."

: ̗̀➛ When he’s feeling down or overwhelmed, you notice before he even admits it. If you insist that he needs to rest, he tries to resist but always gives in in the end.

: ̗̀➛ If he’s injured and you tend to his wounds, he jokes: "Are you sure you’re not a nurse? You’re really good at this." But deep down, he feels safe with you.

: ̗̀➛ If he accidentally says "Thanks, Mom," he freezes in place. Wide-eyed, face turning red. "I-I didn’t mean that!" You just laugh.

: ̗̀➛ If you start scolding him, he tries to escape. "Yeah, so… loved this chat, but I gotta go, Pigsy needs help at the shop!"

: ̗̀➛ If someone disrespects or threatens you, MK immediately steps in. "Hey! Don’t talk to her like that!"

: ̗̀➛ He feels like he can be himself around you, without having to act like the great Monkie Kid all the time.

: ̗̀➛ Deep down, he wishes you and Wukong could get along, but he doesn’t know how to help with that.

Mei

: ̗̀➛ "Wait, are you saying I can’t throw myself at ten enemies at once? I thought you supported me!"

: ̗̀➛ Mei enjoys testing your patience, seeing how much of her chaos you can handle before giving her a lecture.

: ̗̀➛ She LOVES it when you absentmindedly play with her hair. "Wow, this is so relaxing… You should charge for this service."

: ̗̀➛ If you try giving her advice, she listens but always responds with "Relax, I know what I’m doing!" (She clearly doesn’t).

: ̗̀➛ If someone talks bad about you, Mei is already gripping her sword. "Say that again and see what happens."

: ̗̀➛ She calls you "Mama Tigress" just to see your reaction.

: ̗̀➛ If she gets hurt, she tries to hide it so you won’t worry, but you ALWAYS notice. "It’s just a scratch! …Okay, maybe it’s a nasty cut, but I’m fine!"

: ̗̀➛ If you seem sad, Mei acts goofy to cheer you up. "Look, I know I’m not great with words, but… You’re amazing, okay?"

: ̗̀➛ If you hug her, she melts into it and hugs you back without hesitation.

: ̗̀➛ Deep down, Mei feels like you’re one of the only stable pillars in her life, and she would do anything for you.

Tang

: ̗̀➛ "Oh my goodness, you cook way too well! Is this some kind of divine power?!"

: ̗̀➛ He loves listening to your stories and comparing them to his own. "Ah, that reminds me of an old legend!"

: ̗̀➛ If you correct him, he pretends not to hear but later admits you were right.

: ̗̀➛ If you take care of him when he’s tired or hurt, he gets emotional. "No one’s taken care of me like this since…" and then changes the subject.

: ̗̀➛ If you scold him for getting into trouble, he just sighs. "It’s like my mom has been reincarnated…"

: ̗̀➛ He loves teasing you, calling you the "official mom of the group."

: ̗̀➛ If you seem sad, Tang tries to cheer you up with funny stories.

: ̗̀➛ If you protect him in battle, he feels a bit embarrassed but grateful.

: ̗̀➛ He deeply respects your patience and dedication to the group.

: ̗̀➛ Deep down, he believes you deserve more happiness than you have now.

Macaque

: ̗̀➛ "So this is how you are? Always looking after everyone? Must be exhausting."

: ̗̀➛ He likes to see how far he can push your patience before you sigh and say "Macaque, please."

: ̗̀➛ If you try to take care of him, he acts indifferent. "Tch, I don’t need help." But he still accepts it.

: ̗̀➛ If you get too serious, he actually stops teasing.

: ̗̀➛ When you’re sad, he just sits beside you in silence.

: ̗̀➛ He notices that despite your strength, you carry a heavy burden.

: ̗̀➛ He teases MK and Mei, saying they’ve got a "Tiger Mom" now.

: ̗̀➛ If you call him by his real name, he actually pays attention.

: ̗̀➛ He feels like he understands you better than most.

: ̗̀➛ If someone threatens you, he’s already lurking in the shadows, ready to strike.

Wukong

: ̗̀➛ He watches you from a distance, seeing how you care for everyone.

: ̗̀➛ "Still the same as always, huh? Always taking care of others. Just… not me."

: ̗̀➛ When he sees you smiling at the others, something tightens in his chest.

: ̗̀➛ He misses when he was the one receiving that warmth.

: ̗̀➛ When you look at him, it’s no longer with tenderness, but with distance.

: ̗̀➛ He tries to start a conversation, but you answer coldly.

: ̗̀➛ If you get hurt, he wants to help but doesn’t know if he has the right to.

: ̗̀➛ "You always took care of me, but I guess… I don’t deserve that anymore, do I?"

: ̗̀➛ He wonders what he could say to make things go back to how they were.

: ̗̀➛ Deep down, he just wants to hear you say that you still trust him.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . to be continued

[egophiliac]

(almost) four years in, and I finally had time to draw something for the anniversary! woo! 🎉🎉🎉

[crescentfool]

the persona 3 protagonist 25th anniversary nui in food appliances!

[cacw]

okay i admit ive only skimmed the first 2 books of asc but your frostpaw means so so much to me she is my sweet darling and i love seeing her on my dash. i think she would love sister cities by hop along 💕 yay

oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I need a second to calm down here I need just a minute just a second. Oh my god she's never looked so perfect she has never looked so sweet... if you go to google.com and image search "angel" this is the first and only thing that will pop up. Oh god! Oh god!!!!!!

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[llumimoon]

Hi there, lovebird! May I request one (1) Lincoln Li-Wilson with g10 and the cheers palette, please (alternatively a Dot with b2 and yo-yo if someone already sent that req in)? (also your response to my ask had me smiling SO BIG omg thank you sm you're so sweet and cool skdbfkhavfkhavskhvfvsvs 🥰🥰🥰)

Just two little guys having an equally fun time mhmm

[zymstarz]

yeah sure that's how i'll [re]come out

[unriding]

Me sneaking into your asks with this drabble:

Disclaimer: I have yet to get a good grasp of Moze's character so this might be a bit OOC and on your side as well (sorry). I did my best. Also, this was inspired by the post you made abt telling Moze your tasks for the day | 600+ words (not proofread)

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In Moze's eyes, you reminded him of a dog catching a case of the zoomies.

You were quite literally everywhere. He'd find you talking to someone one moment before you're rushing off to do something else entirely the next. It seemed like you had quite a lot on your plate as of recently. Tasks, things you wanted to do, and so much more spinning around that mind of yours. You've told him a bit of your plans so he has a general idea. But seeing you juggling all of those tasks at once makes both admiration and concern bloom in his chest.

One time, Moze found you carrying a box filled with items. It would've been amusing to him how comical it was that the items piled so high— he could barely see you behind it. However, he did worry right after given how you almost tripped over something. He managed to catch you and the items before both came crashing all over the floor.

He insisted on helping you carry the items to wherever its destination was. It took a bit of pursuasion on his side. Convincing you that it truly wasn't a bother to him at all, and that he'd be very much glad to be of assistance to you.

"I need to get these delivered first. Then go stop by the shop to buy some things. After that…" You go on to ramble about the things you had to do to help get a better vision on what else you had to do. "Oh, no… I messed up." The smile on your face dropping at the thought that had slipped your mind until that moment. "I forgot to invite Jiaoqiu to dinner with the others—"

"It's tomorrow evening, right? He knows. I mentioned it last time when I spoke to him." Moze says with a calm tone.

You blink at him, slightly caught off-guard by the man beside you. Though it's immediately replaced with relief and gratitude. The smile on your face already back, lighting up your features once more. Infectious as always, it makes the corners of his lips tug upwards as well. A small part of him feels quite proud to have been able to help you ease your worries even by a bit.

And this is when you start noticing it.

Did you mention that you're running out of a certain skincare product, but you can't find the time to stop by the store to buy it? Moze conveniently has to stop by near the store and buys it for you. Did you also mention that you wanted to do a certain task but keep forgetting about it? He gently reminds you about it via message or verbal if he's nearby. Did you also happen to mention that you've been meaning to try out a certain desert from a cafe, but the schedule simply doesn't seem to allow you? No fear, he passes by the store to buy you the treat.

Moze doesn't see you as someone incapable of handling things by yourself. To him, he simply sees it as a way to show his care. If making a quick stop somewhere, sending you a small reminder of something you had to do that day, or even helping you out with the tasks you need to accomplish, makes you smile? Gives you a chance to take a break? Let you worry less about the things you need to do? It's worth it in his eyes.

He does his best to avoid making you feel like you're bothering or troubling him (you really aren't). Most of the time, he does them discrcetly and casually. Partially, since he's also scared that you'll think he's weird or a creep for acting like that.

Please don't think of him badly.

Moze truly means well.

[thedrotter]

Do any of you remember a Youtube video about Re:Kinder talking about how the game is seen and percieved by some people (mostly touching upon and arguing against how it has been treated insensitively as some sort of weird legend like "ooo disturbing game with a hidden truth behind it" due to it's creator being dead), as well as talking about the charm of the game (even mentioning it's art at some point) and sadness of the themes without spoiling anything at the same time?? I remember the video avoided saying any spoilers at all and only touched on the literal plot as the kids being stuck in a dire situation in the town with all the adults dead without really getting into the why (it didn't even say one of the kids themselves was the cause— as thus, spoiler free), other than that it just touched on the emotional side of it and vaguely mentioned some scenes.

i also remember at some point the later half (at the very least if not in all of it) of the video, music by Siinamota was playing in the background. Does anyone remember seeing a video like this?

I can't seem to find it anywhere and don't even remember the exact year I watched it.😭 It was the way I found out about this game a while ago, which eventually ended up in me playing it, and I really wish I could watch it again. I thought it was a deleted video by someone called hazel as it was mentioned by a lot of people, but I found that one and it isnt it.😓 I'm wondering if anyone remembers watching something along the lines of what im describing and knows if it's still up.