#this was a lot of fun and I stayed up way too late on a work night to write it

[phaidyll]

what you lack is a future

yandere!phainon x reader , angst , loss , death , 30 million cycles , etc.

Out of thirty million cycles, you only existed in one.

You were like a blip. A tiny scratch mark of erasable pencil lead on a large canvas. Someone, somehow, somewhere accidentally written you into existence. How that was possible, Phainon wasn’t sure. But you existed. He knew because he remembered.

It was the 3141592nd cycle. And when he was just about to be at his lowest point, you had walked up to him. He expected you to ask for his help like many others had, but instead you had sat with him silently and rested a gentle hand onto his shoulder. He didn’t know how long he sat with you, but it was long enough that it waned to late evening.

“Thank you,” he hated how weak his voice sounded, how tired he seemed.

“Anytime.”

He looked at you then, memorized your features, noted the way your smile curved. He didn’t know that he was asking your name before the words left his lips.

You laughed and gave him your name. Your eyes crinkling at the corners as you let your hand fall from his shoulder.

He learned a lot about you after that. It wasn’t until night had fallen that you two parted ways. Though, you did get him to promise to come to you if he ever had that terrible feeling well up inside him again.

However, like clockwork, no matter how many days and weeks he spent with you laughing and having fun – the cycle had went on and you had died in his arms. He didn’t know if your death was peaceful, or quiet, or if you had called out to him. All that he did know was that you were already dead by the time he pulled you into his arms and pressed you close to his chest.

He promised to find you in the next cycle.

But even as the cycles marched on you were no where in sight. You didn’t exist anywhere or to anyone. The moment your name would fall from his lips no one would know who he was talking about. Not even Aglaea or Tribbie could place your name.

Thirty million cycles and you only existed in one. Were you a saving grace to make sure he stayed sane and didn’t lose hope? A mistake? An accident? Was he doing something differently that was stopping you from coming to existence?

“Stop pushing Stelle! I know we landed in different places, but I’m here now, aren’t I?”

He sighed and plastered on a smile. Both Dan Heng and Stelle had mentioned that they were missing a third.

“Phainon,” Stelle called out, “we found them!”

When he turned, he was fully prepared to introduce himself, shake their hand, give soft pleasantries, but … the moment he saw you – everything just sort of stopped.

“Hello… Phainon, right? I’m sorry we couldn’t meet earlier, the train car we came in broke apart and I ended up landing elsewhere… Though, I do want to thank you for looking after Stelle and Dan Heng. I wouldn’t know what to do if they got into even more trouble.”

You laughed to yourself as you held out your hand for him to take, and it was starting to get silent and awkward fast when Phainon didn’t make a move to take your hand. Instead, he was eerily quiet. His eyes widened and his lips parted in a smile.

“Phainon?”

“Sorry,” he breathed out, “I got lost in thought,” he took your hand with both of his. His palms pressing hard and his grip a little too tight, “it’s wonderful to meet you. And since you just got here, why don’t I show you around?”

You looked to your friends and neither seemed to mind (well, except for Dan Heng who still seemed weary).

“Sure! Sounds like fun.”

Phainon couldn’t wait to get to know you all over again, and this time, he will make sure you don’t disappear even if another cycle were to begin.

[fizziepopangel]

A Fizziepop Take: Let's talk about little orphan Loona

What came over Loona in this newest Helluva Boss short? And why did the reaction of a mortal fluster her the way it did? You know the drill, let’s get into it with another Fizziepop take:

Ok, so we all know Loona as a generally angry, hurt them before they hurt you type of girl; the type who does her best to make sure she doesn’t get too attached because she views needing people as a sort of weakness on her part…. But as the show has gone on, we’ve slowly but surely gotten to see Loona evolve. Are the changes dramatic? Aside from the changes that came directly following the events of the episode “Mastermind”, no, they aren’t, but if you look at the reality of human nature, changes like the ones we see in Loona tend to be small and slow, and given the way the demon world Vivzie has created mirrors real world themes, that makes sense… But in this Loona-centric short, why was this the way that she was portrayed?

I wanna start by first looking at the way Loona was portrayed in the beginning of the series. In the beginning, Loona was mostly a background character that seemed to be just the hot, take-no-shit adult daughter of our protagonist Blitz; she was sarcastic, strong-willed, and deeply protective of herself against any outside affection. We eventually learn through Blitz’s flashbacks while helping Stolas deal with his own daughter running off with no explanation,that Loona’s guarded behavior was the result of likely being in and out of a broken foster/adoption system for roughly the first 18 years of her life, and more than likely being abused verbally and physically by not only the staff in the Pound meant to protect her, but the other hellhounds in her same situation, and we get confirmation of Loona being returned to the pound on at least one occasion during her interaction with a hellhound she apparently lived with before her final adoption when she’s at Queen Bee’s party. Given the fragmented story of her life BB (Before Blitz), Loona’s guarded and aggressive behavior makes sense as an adult; after years living her life in survival mode, that switch wouldn’t just flip off when she’s in a safe situation because years of “safe” situations becoming unsafe or unstable quicker than she could process would’ve taught her that there is no other way to live but to be in survival mode constantly, that she had to stay ready for things to uproot of for people she was comfortable with to turn on her so she didn’t have to scramble to get ready when it happened… So even after Blitz took her in, fed her, clothed her, gave her a safe space with him, and gave her a job so she was able to take care of herself in adulthood, we still get that angry, hurt them first type of mentality from her when we’re introduced to her in the show.

Now, the Loona we’re introduced to in the beginning isn’t the Loona we’re stuck with, and we get to see her tough exterior crack every once and a while throughout the show, with her biggest change coming in the episode “Mastermind” when her adoptive father is set to be executed in front of her. At this point in the show, I believe Loona has been said to have been with Blitz roughly 5 or so years, which is why we get to see those small shifts in her demeanor through the series, but I don’t think Loona ever really sees him as a father figure despite seeing him and acknowledging his place as her father. Why? Because I think Loona sees Blitz the way a lot of us in the fandom see Blitz: as a big kid.

While Blitz is said to be in his 30s, his free spirit, fun loving attitude, inability to maintain most adult interactions, and deep-seeded unresolved trauma give Blitz the vibe of someone closer to mid to late teens, or the “still a kid” version of early 20s. Does the man try to be a good father to her? Absolutely. Does he know how? Not really. Blitz, still recovering from his own fucked up childhood, doesn’t entirely know what a parent (more specifically a dad) should be, he just has a vague understanding of what he doesn’t want to be based off of how his own father was with him, and while I think he did a pretty kickass job considering what he was working with, it’s likely that Loona still sees him as too immature to really be a dad despite knowing that he by technicality is her dad… Which bring us to the newest short in the series, “Mission: Orphan Time”.

In “Mission: Orphan Time”, Blitz brings his daughter into the field to assassinate a children’s entertainer by the name of  Mr. Wrigglers who happen to be doing children's entertainment at a charity for dying orphans and injured puppies… While Blitz brought Loona out with him for this because he had planned for there to be a day of bonding, Loona couldn’t bring herself to actually go through with the job because the man they had been hired to off seemed like a genuinely nice, caring man, and although she would probably never admit to it, I think the man she saw was reminiscent of what she wanted in a parent growing up; especially after seeing the man say goodbye to all of his children… All of his adopted children….. His adopted children who were apparently kids that were labeled too troubled or too hard to adopt out…. His troubled, adopted children who he seems to love unconditionally…… and that is all that I think Loona really ever wanted.

Loona, a child of adoption who had been given up on by the system in her home ring of Hell, looked at this man and his soft, gentle parent demeanor and the way he requested to say goodbye to every last one of his children, and how each kid seemed to have the relationship with him that meant losing him seemed like a shot to the heart, and saw the type of parent she had always dreamed of; a parent who would love, accept, and support her unconditionally and without a second thought. I know a lot of you will read this and think I’m full of shit, because “Fizzie, Loona already has a parent who loves, accepts, and supports her unconditionally: Blitz”, and everyone saying that would be right, but I think one of the things that drew Loona to this mortal man was that not only does he have those loving qualities, but he has the maturity and stability that Blitz has never quite shown her with his antics over the years.

I think that this short, though less than 6 minutes, was a peek into Loona subconsciously realizing that she wanted something and someone like this; someone steady and dependable and soft. As much as Loona has changed over the course of the show, and as much as she loves her adoptive father, I think that she hasn’t quite gotten to see the changes she’s needed to see from Blitz for her to fully recognize him as a fully safe place, and I don’t think Blitz really understands why that softness and security  is so important to her, or how he can become what she needs…. Will the pair ever get to that point? Will Loona ever not feel that sort of insecurity with Blitz? How will a single mortal's reaction to the real her impact Loona's mental health now?

We may never fully know, but regardless, I’m excited for Vivzie to keep taking us on this ride to find out.

[every1swifey]

──★ ˙ REQUEST !! ࣪ 「 SBG MAIN SIX X FEMALE!READER!WITH MANY SIBLINGS」

GERNE: Headcanons + drabble, request

WARNINGS: English is not my first language (don't underestimate my writing though!), I don't have any siblings, female reader though pronounce are not mentioned (I think), not prof read

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a13xandri4 asked:

Heyyy! I saw your reqs open for my beloved Main Six and I had an idea!

Alrighty, so I was thinking the Main Six x Fem!reader who has a ridiculous amount of siblings, like 6 or 7 younger siblings (10 yrs old and under) who she's constantly trying to manage on top of all the Phantom stuff since her parents are at work to make sure everyone stays afloat?? (This can be in whatever format you're comfortable with!)

Please do take your time getting to this, and make sure you take all the breaks you need, make sure you're staying hydrated, and treat yourself to a yummy yummy snack afterwards or even during your writing!!

XOXO, Sashaaa<33

HII, thank you so much for the request and the nice message!! I'll try my best to deliver ;)

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─ Introduction:

You have a lot of siblings, younger ones. Not a lot as in two or three but as in seven. When the first found out they weren't really that surprised I mean, you always arrived late and left early, you're always busy or tired... or both. They didn't really think much about it at first. They were tired and busy all the time too, you know, because of the whole phantom dimension thing. They only later realised that you in fact have to deal with the phantom dimension AND your siblings too. So, they decided to help you out, each one in their own way.

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AIDEN CLARK:

He'd have lots of fun since he grew up as an only child and it would be a nice switch up

Treats babysitting as mission

" Now this is a new level of crazy. " Aiden says as he tries to help you make your siblings stop having a water balloon fight inside.

You look over at him, exhausted, " I told you. "

Aiden turns to you, rolling up his sleeves as he shrugs, " Eh whatever I signed up for this so. "

He grabs you gently by your shoulders and guides you away.

" What are you- "

" You told me ' to come and take care of the siblings ', that includes you. "

" Huh?! Nononono, I didn't mean it like that! "

" Too late. "

Before you can protest, he cuts you of, " Listen, you NEED a break. It doesn't matter what you want or didn't mean you need a break. "

You eventually fell asleep on the couch

While Aiden took care of your siblings in his own way

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BEN CLARK

He'd always come over to help you out

I mean we all know he's good with children

At first it was confusing for your siblings to only be able to communicate with him through his textbook but after a while they got used to it.

The games Ben initiates are quiet ones which is great since you know can hear your own thoughts again.

Your siblings seem to have lots of fun too.

" Thank you so much for coming again. " You smile tiredly.

[" Of course, anytime :) "]

Bens quiet nature somehow transmittes to your siblings making them calmer and pay more attention.

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LOGAN FIELDS

He would be overwhelmed at first

But neither less tries to help you as much as he can

" Are you okay? " He asks concerned as you lock the door of your room.

You slowly turn your head towards him giving him the ' do I look like I'm okay? ' look.

" Uh, never mind that was stupid to ask. Is there some way I can help you? "

" I don't think anyone can stop them. " You shake your head rubbing your eyes.

" I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about you. "

It's quiet for a second and you just shrug.

" We can stay in here for a while and take care of the rest later. " Logan suggests, pushing up his glasses.

" I guess. " You sigh out as you lay down your bed.

You stay in your room for two hours or so

You just lay down saying nothing

While he is telling you about his theories or whatever

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TYLER HERNANDES

You both relate to each other a lot, so you also help each other out here and there

This time it's his turn

" I think you need some help. " Tyler’s voice rang out from behind you.

You look up, hair frizzing out in all directions, " You think? "

Tyler looks around at the chaos. Kids running, toys flying, spilled snacks everywhere. He raised an eyebrow. " This is like a warzone. How are you even standing right now? "

" Pure willpower and a mountain of coffee, " You say with a weak smile.

He doesn't hesitate, steps forward and kneels beside you. “Alright, here’s what we do: You take a break. I’ll take over the whole thing.”

" Ty... are you sure? You don’t even like kids. "

" It's fine, don't question it, just let me do my thing. " He shrugs as he stands back up making his way towards your siblings.

He might not have any patience but he's trying for your sake

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TAYLOR HERNANDES

You two wanted to meet up but you told her you can't because of your siblings

So she suggested to help you out

The door opens and closes, announcing Taylor's arrival.

It's quiet for a second before your siblings start asking questions like: ' What she's doing here ' yadda yadda.

" I'm going to introduce you to your new best friend. " She tells them.

" Who? "

" Me, " she says with a wink, " And I'm going to give you something real yummy after we clean up. " Your siblings watch with curious eyes.

" Do you like Ice cream? " She asks smiling.

" Yes! "

" Great! So let's clean up quick so it doesn't melt yeah? "

" YEEAAHH!! "

They clean up and after they finished, they got their ice cream under the condition they keep quiet. And they do.

" Wow. " You breath smiling.

" No, you are wow. How'd you manage to do this every single day? Alone too! "

" I don't know. Someone has to, I guess. " You shrug.

" I hope you know you don't have to do this alone. I can come over more often if you want? " She turns to you putting her hand on your shoulder.

" I don't know if I want to do this to you. " You joke.

In the end you agree to her suggestion

She comes by every few days

Somehow never running out of patience

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ASHLYN BANNER

Is good with kids but not like Taylor is

More in the manipulating them into doing what she wants them to do

" You live with this everyday? How do you don't... die? "

" I have no time to die, Ash. " You respond as you get your baby brother off the ceiling fan.

" Do you have a whistle? " She blurts.

" You're not planning to give them a whistle, are you? " You give her one, she just shakes her head and walks to the centre of your living room.

She blows the whistle. Quiet.

" Who wants to play a game? " She asks still in her monotone voice but louder.

" ME! "

" It's called: The Military game. And in the military, there's always a commander. I am going to be the commander, and you are my soldiers. Which means you do what I command. Got it? "

" Ma'am yes ma'am! "

You just watch her blow the whistle here and there and just telling them what to do so easily.

After a while she told them to run 10 times around the house for ten times which they do, and she gets them to nap in only a few minutes too.

" How come you didn't come up with this before? " She smiles giving you the whistle back.

" It's so simple I never thought it would work. " You whisper huffing.

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OOF. I don't know how to feel about this... I didn't turn out like I originally wanted it to be though at the same time I had no idea what I wanted and I also kind of got sloppy mid writing so yeah. I really hope this is what you wanted though or something similar sorry if it's not!! @a13xandri4

[dayasfilms]

Yasmin’s Thoughts on You and Steve

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Summary: Though your mom is a bit skeptical of Steve at first, one conversation is all it takes for Yasmin to start thinking he might not be so bad, and soon after, she accepts your relationship.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Year: Around November and December of 1982

Warnings: 18+ content minors dni, mentions of Y/N, mostly Yasmin’s perspective, no smut but descriptions of sex and STDs, mentions of guns and murderers, mentions of Steve’s parents being kind of mean, it would make a lot more sense to read my ST series Reticent (click the Series Masterlist below) before reading this one shot regarding the scar and pregnancy but it’s not absolutely necessary

Word Count: 3.4k

Note: Thank you for your request! I truly loved everything about this and had so much fun writing it! If you want to get added to my ST taglist, scroll all the way to the bottom and click on the green link.

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When Yasmin first saw Steve Harrington come around, it was because of a school project you two were working on during freshman year. She made sure to check in when she could, though her job in the city kept her busy. He was a teenage boy, after all, and while she trusted you, she didn’t feel entirely comfortable with him staying over. Instead, she suggested you meet in a more public place, like the library. Yasmin had seen too much in her line of work not to be cautious.

You never argued, and for that, Yasmin was grateful. After everything the two of you had been through, trust didn’t come easy. You trusted Steve, but you also knew better than to ignore your mom’s instincts.

When you and Steve started spending more time together, it didn’t go unnoticed. Yasmin picked up on the late-night phone calls, the quiet giggles, and the little notes left behind on your desk whenever she went to your room. It made her smile, seeing you make new friends. After moving you to Hawkins, where she had grown up herself, she knew how hard it had been for you to open up. Jonathan had been your only friend so far, and that was mostly because of Joyce. The two women had known each other since they were kids, so it was easy for you and Jonathan to bond.

But Yasmin also noticed the times Steve would sneak up to your room. Of course she did. She was an FBI agent, nothing got past her. And while she didn’t love the idea of him climbing through your window, she also couldn’t deny the way your eyes lit up around him. If he had just used the front door, she might’ve been more at ease. But the sneaking around made her wary. She didn’t know him well enough yet, and she couldn’t help but question his intentions.

She worried about what might happen while she was gone. That maybe Steve would come over while she was at work, or maybe you’d go to his place. She never wanted to restrict you, you’d already been through enough control in your past. All she wanted was for you to be safe, especially knowing it wouldn’t be long before you and Steve took the next step. You were teenagers, after all.

One particular afternoon, Yasmin came home early from work and decided to get ahead on laundry. After sorting the clean clothes into baskets, she grabbed the one filled with your things and carried it to your room. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside and set the basket near your bed.

She was about to leave when a soft tapping sound caught her attention. She paused, frowning slightly, her hand instinctively going to the holster she always wore just in case. The tapping continued and her heartbeat quickened as she stepped cautiously toward the window. But when she looked outside, she shook her head in disbelief.

There he was, Steve Harrington, once again attempting to sneak in through your bedroom window like he had too many times before. He hadn’t seen her yet. Yasmin unlocked the window and opened it just as he started climbing up. Arms crossed, she stood waiting.

Steve froze, eyes going wide when he finally registered who was standing in your place. “Uh, Ms.–I mean, Agent Kaul, hi,” he stammered, hands still gripping the windowsill.

Yasmin’s voice was firm. “Steve. Come inside.”

Clearing his throat, he carefully climbed in, taking his time to shut the window behind him. He kept his back to her a little longer than necessary, trying to pull himself together before turning around. Yasmin watched him silently, letting him feel the shame for a few seconds. His guilt was practically written across his face.

She finally spoke after deciding she tormented him enough. “Mind telling me why I just caught you sneaking into my daughter’s room?”

Steve shifted nervously on his feet. “I–I thought Y/N was in here. I’m sorry.”

“She’s not at home right now,” Yasmin replied simply. “But even if she were, that doesn’t explain why you’re coming through a window instead of, I don’t know, the front door?”

Steve’s gaze flicked to her holster, then back up to her face. He looked like he wanted to disappear. “I just…” He hesitated, clearly choosing his words carefully. “I was kind of scared of you. I didn’t know if you liked me. And if you didn’t, I figured you wouldn’t want me seeing your daughter anymore. And I know she wouldn’t go against your wishes, so…it just felt easier to sneak around.”

Yasmin’s expression slightly softened at that. The boy in front of her looked more like a nervous puppy than a threat. She sighed and walked over to sit on the edge of your bed, then patted the space beside her. “Sit.”

He obeyed slowly, settling on the bed next to her, still avoiding her eyes.

“You don’t think it might’ve made a better impression to just use the front door?” She asked, looking at him now. “From where I’m standing, it looks a lot like a teenage boy sneaking into my daughter’s room with bad intentions. And people get arrested for that kind of thing, dear.”

Steve’s eyes widened a little. He nodded quickly. “I’m sorry, Agent Kaul. I didn’t think of it like that. You’re right, I’ll stop. But believe me, I don’t have any bad intentions. Please don’t let me stop seeing her. I just…I don’t want to lose her. She means a lot to me.”

Yasmin watched him quietly for a moment, then gave him a small nod. “I know she does. That’s the only reason I’m still talking to you right now.”

Steve looked up at her, visibly relieved she hadn’t kicked him out. Yet.

Yasmin sighed, resting her elbows on her knees as she laced her fingers together. “Look, Steve…I’m not trying to scare you. I just know how things can go when teenagers think they’re invincible. And I’ve seen a lot more than most moms ever have. I’m not so soft about these things, not even with my own kid.”

Steve nodded slowly, trying to understand her words even if he didn’t know the extent of them. He knew she had a lot of tough cases as an FBI agent, you’ve told him that much.

“She’s been through things,” Yasmin continued, her voice softer now. “Things I won’t get into, because they’re hers to tell. But I need you to understand that she’s not like everyone else. So if you’re in her life, even in a small way…you need to respect her.”

Steve’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I do,” he said quietly. “I really care about her. I–I know we’re still young and I might not know everything, but I wouldn’t ever hurt her. I swear.”

Yasmin studied him for a moment, then nodded. “Good. I don’t expect you to be perfect, Steve. I just expect you to be honest with her. And with me.” She leaned back slightly, her intense gaze slowly easing. “That being said…you’re welcome here. From now on, come through the front door like a normal person. No more climbing windows.”

A sheepish smile tugged at his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

Yasmin gave him a look. “Don’t ‘ma’am’ me. That makes me sound old.”

He chuckled, and for the first time since stepping into the room, he actually relaxed a little.

“I appreciate you being honest with me,” Yasmin added. “I know that wasn’t easy.”

“Yeah, well…” Steve scratched the back of his neck. “You’re kind of terrifying, but in a cool way. Like, FBI cool. Not…axe-murderer terrifying.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Glad we cleared that up.”

They shared a small laugh before Steve spoke again. “Um…where is Y/N, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“She’s at Jonathan’s,” Yasmin replied, and Steve’s brows furrowed. “They’re babysitting his little brother and some of his friends. It was a last minute thing.”

“Oh,” he said quietly, eyes dropping to his lap. He tried not to look disappointed, but Yasmin didn’t miss the faint frown tugging at his lips.

“They’re just friends,” she added gently, making his eyes snap back up to hers, surprised she’d caught on so easily. “Honestly, they’re more like siblings. You have nothing to worry about, Steve. She cares about you. A lot.”

That seemed to ease the tension in his shoulders, and he gave a small nod. But Yasmin could still tell something else was bothering him. Years of profiling had taught her how to read people, even ones trying their best to hide.

She tilted her head slightly. “Did you want to tell her something? Or did you just really want to see her?”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck. “Both, I guess? I don’t know. I just…wanted to talk to her. Things at home aren’t so great lately. And when I’m with Y/N, it’s like all of my problems don’t exist anymore.”

Yasmin gave him a knowing smile. “You want to talk about it? I’m a pretty great listener, in case no one told you.”

He let out a soft laugh. “I don’t want to bother you. You’ve probably got actual FBI stuff to do, like paperwork or some big case or something.”

This time it was Yasmin who laughed. “If you don’t feel comfortable talking about it, that’s fine. But seriously, if something’s bothering you, I don’t mind listening. I have the time.”

Steve sat quiet for a second, fiddling with his fingers as he worked up the courage to speak. Finally, he sighed. “It’s my parents,” he admitted. “They’re not, like, horrible people. They don’t yell or anything. But I always feel like…I’m never enough. Like no matter what I do, it’s not right. Especially with my dad. It’s like I’m constantly disappointing him without even trying. Everything I say just feels stupid around them. I don’t feel like I fit into their world.” He paused, voice lower now. “Sometimes I just want to be a normal kid with a normal family. But I don’t think I even know what that feels like.”

Yasmin’s expression softened as she listened, the sincerity in his voice tugging at her heart. She didn’t see a teenage boy making excuses, she saw someone desperately trying to find a place where he belonged.

“Steve,” she said gently. “Your feelings are valid. Wanting to feel seen…that’s human. And it doesn’t make you any less worthy just because your parents don’t always know how to show it.”

He blinked a few times, like he wasn’t used to hearing someone other than you say that.

“And you’re not dumb,” she continued. “You’re thoughtful, and you care about my daughter in a way I haven’t seen anyone care about her before. That matters. You matter.”

Steve looked down, swallowing hard. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “That…means a lot.”

“Of course.” With a satisfied smile, Yasmin stood up. “Y/N should be back soon,” she said, walking toward the door. “Also, you’re staying over for dinner. Not buts.”

Steve stood too, nodding. “Got it.”

Yasmin opened the door, then paused and looked back over her shoulder. “And Steve?”

“Yeah?”

Her tone softened once more. “She smiles more since she met you. Just…don’t give her a reason to stop.”

Steve felt his chest tighten at her words. “I won’t,” he promised without hesitation. Neither of them knew it yet, but months later, he’d break that promise without even realizing it.

With a final nod, Yasmin turned and left your room, the door clicking softly shut behind her.

Soon, Yasmin saw Steve more often around the house, this time coming in through the front door like a normal person. That little talk that they had eased her nerves more than she expected. She didn’t mind him being around anymore.

She still had a very strong suspicion the two of you had already taken the next step. And though she’d dread it at first, Yasmin couldn’t wait to give you the little ‘talk’ when the opportunity came. Just to embarrass you.

That night, Yasmin came home later than usual. Spotting Steve’s car in the driveway, she raised an eyebrow and glanced at her watch. It was well past the time he should’ve been here. She hadn’t exactly allowed him to sleep over yet.

The house was quiet as she stepped inside, dropping her bag by the door. The only sound came from the faint noise of a TV playing somewhere in the other room. She walked past the front living room, past the kitchen, and into the second living space, where she stopped by the doorway.

You were curled up fast asleep in Steve’s arms, your face pressed into his chest while he absentmindedly rubbed circles into your skin. He was focused on the movie, completely unaware of her presence. Yasmin opened her mouth to remind him of the time, but then her eyes drifted to where his hand rested.

Your shirt had ridden up slightly in your sleep, exposing the scar you hated so much. He was tracing it with gentle fingers, brushing over it like it was special. Every so often, he leaned down to press a kiss to your head. The way he looked at you made Yasmin’s heart ache in the best way. She didn’t have it in herself to interrupt.

She quietly turned around and headed upstairs to change out of her work clothes. After freshening up, she made her way back down to the kitchen and warmed up some leftover pasta. With the bowl in hand, she wandered back into the room where you were now awake, still curled against Steve, whose arms had only tightened around you like he didn’t want to let go.

Yasmin’s fork clinked lightly against the bowl, and your head shot up in alarm, eyes wide. “Mom! When did you get home?!”

Steve flinched like he’d been caught mid-crime, his hands flying off of you as if touching you might get him arrested.

“About an hour ago,” Yasmin said casually, walking around the couch to take a seat. Her eyes flicked to the TV. “What movie is this?”

“An hour?!” You repeated, whipping toward Steve with disbelief. “You didn’t hear the door?!”

He winced. “The movie must’ve been really loud?”

Yasmin raised an eyebrow, amused. “Why are you both acting guilty? You weren’t doing anything inappropriate out here, were you?”

Steve turned into the color of a tomato. You groaned, throwing your face into your hands. “Mom, please.”

“Hey, listen,” Yasmin said, trying not to laugh. “If the two of you are going to be doing anything, can you not do it on the couch? Save it for the bedroom. I don’t want to have to think about what I’m sitting on in my own house.”

Steve looked horrified. “No, ma’am, that won’t happen. I respect your daughter too much to—to ever treat her like—I mean, not that it’s a bad thing but I wouldn’t—” He trailed off in a mess of words, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

Yasmin gave a dramatic sigh. “Steve, I told you not to call me ma’am. That makes me feel old. Yasmin is just fine.” You were still hiding in your hands as Yasmin gave Steve another pointed look. “And yes, you will respect my daughter. But let’s not kid ourselves, you’re both teenagers. I may not have walked in on anything, but I’ve lived long enough to know the signs. So please, just do whatever you’re doing somewhere safe. I’m trusting both of you.”

“Mom,” you groaned again, louder this time.

Yasmin smirked. “Actually, since we’re on the topic…” She tucked her legs under herself, leaning back with a mischievous grin. “I think this is the perfect time to have ‘the talk.’”

Steve’s eyes widened in terror. “Please no.”

You covered your ears. “You’re the worst.”

She ignored your protests completely. “Listen, I’m not gonna draw diagrams or pull out charts…yet. But since you two are clearly getting closer, I just want to say this once.”

You peeked through your fingers, already dreading what was coming.

“Protection,” Yasmin said, casually stabbing at her pasta with her fork. “Use it. I don’t care how ‘in love’ you are or how many hormones are flying around. Wrap it up. Always. Every time.”

Steve looked like he wanted the couch to swallow him whole. “Yes, ma—uh, Yasmin. Of course.”

“And while I know my daughter is extremely responsible,” she said, raising an eyebrow at you. “I also know she’s not a miracle of science. So don’t be dumb. Use your brain before anything else, okay?”

You coughed, knowing what she meant by that. “Wow. Thanks, Mom.”

Steve nodded rapidly. “Definitely. Totally. Brain first. Got it.”

Yasmin stood, taking her empty bowl to the kitchen, but not before adding another comment. “Also, I have very accurate instincts. If you so much as breathe wrong around her, I’ll know.”

Steve gulped audibly.

“Good talk,” she said brightly, walking to the kitchen. “And you should get going, Steve. It’s getting late.”

You slowly turned to Steve, face still hot. “I’m so sorry.”

He blinked. “Do you think she has, like, a lie detector machine hidden in here or something?”

You groaned. “She is the lie detector machine.”

After Steve left, you walked into the kitchen. Yasmin still had that annoying little smirk on her face as she sipped from her glass of water, clearly pleased with herself. You dropped into one of the kitchen island chairs, crossing your arms and resting them on the counter as you gave her a deadpan look.

“You know you didn’t have to do that,” you said flatly.

She lifted an eyebrow in mock confusion. “Do what?”

You stared at her. “Give us ‘the talk.’”

Yasmin’s lips twitched like she was fighting a laugh.

“It’s not like that can happen anyway,” you muttered, scrunching your nose as you looked down.

She hummed, giving a small shrug. “Maybe you’re safe from motherhood at this age,” she said lightly. “But you still need to be aware of STDs.”

Your eyes snapped up, wide with horror. “Mom!” You groaned, dragging your hands down your face. “Okay, okay, I get it. But it’s not like Steve is sleeping around, and I’m not either. It’s just us.”

“I know that,” Yasmin said gently, setting her glass down and leaning forward slightly. “But being safe isn’t just about trust. It’s about protecting yourselves. Just because you love each other doesn’t mean you throw caution out the window.”

You sighed, your face still burning. “God, can we please never have this conversation again?”

Yasmin smiled. “Sure. But just know, if I ever find socks on the living room floor that don’t belong to you, I will launch into a full presentation with diagrams next time.”

You stared at her in horror. “You wouldn’t.”

She walked over to you and kissed the top of your head. “Try me.”

You groaned again, letting your head drop onto your arms. “I can’t believe Steve didn’t run as far as he could the minute you brought it up.”

“Oh, he almost did,” Yasmin called over her shoulder as she rinsed her glass. “But then he remembered how much he likes you. Poor kid.”

You lifted your head just enough to say something back. “You’re so annoying.”

She grinned. “Love you too, sweetie.”

Yasmin had learned to be more accepting of your relationship with Steve. It was nice to see you smiling again and she never wanted that light in you to fade. And as you grew closer to Steve, Yasmin and Steve began to grow closer too.

So close, in fact, that once Steve got more comfortable around her, they started teaming up against you. They’d become an irritating duo, especially when it came to calling you out during your study marathons.

Like tonight, when you sat at the dining table buried under textbooks, your hoodie pulled over your head, and your third cup of coffee forgotten on the table.

“You know finals aren’t a personality trait, right?” Steve said as he poked your shoulder, grinning down at you.

“She hasn’t blinked in ten minutes,” Yasmin added, leaning against the fridge as she watched you.

“I don’t like either of you,” you groaned and sank further into your hoodie. “And you should be studying too, Steve.”

Steve bent down and kissed your temple. “We love you. And I am studying, except I’m taking a break. Now you do the same or I’m hiding your highlighters.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Yasmin raised an eyebrow. “He would. And I’d help him.”

You narrowed your eyes at both of them, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you with a smile. There was something special about being surrounded by people who truly loved you, even if they occasionally teamed up to make fun of you.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[ruvviks]

PLEASE DO NOT TAG AS YOUR OWN OC.

Vincent spends all his life searching for himself, searching for his spot in the world. He lives in the past and what will never be, longing for everything he has missed out on and everything he will never have. It is not until he learns he is dying that he comes to realize he has to live in the present, to enjoy life as it comes.; and despite his confusion, fear, and his regrets, he tries to live the rest of his life to the fullest, knowing very well he is living on borrowed time. OC WEB WEAVE SERIES: VINCENT "V" MAYER.

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[itsnahhhh]

so thicc charlie was brought up as an idea, and i immediately knew i had to draw him. im love himb…

[cecropiacrown]

>:3c for the drabble prompts! courting for fengqing <3

Thank you for the ask! Idk how to write anything short so here's this: 1.7k Words Canonverse Soft and sweet <3 And now on ao3!

The two martial gods of the south descended to the mortal realm late this morning and made their way to the bustling village of Qinyuan that lies squarely along the border of their territories. They descended—of course—to gauge the well-being of their followers by attending a festival celebrating the end of the harvest season.

It's imperative to keep a close watch on such matters, as two gods as experienced as Nan Yang and Xuan Zhen are sure to know. But it's especially important now considering that, in recent months, there has been a shift in the interactions between their followers—a truce of sorts.

As it always has, the relationship between their followers seems to very closely resemble the relationship between the gods themselves—and nowadays, their relationship is more amicable than ever.

Things have improved so much that, at Mu Qing's last count, there are now eight temples that have been erected and dedicated to both generals simultaneously.

And, perhaps, this truce amongst their followers may have coincided with the beginning of general Nan Yang and general Xuan Zhen's... courtship… but who's to say? Regardless, neither god will admit whether either of them had a hand in the whole dual temple business.

It's just a simple observation that every single one of the new statues depicting the gods within these temples are immaculately detailed—down to every last beauty mark on general Xuan Zhen's face and every smile line accentuating general Nan Yang's eyes. But that's neither here nor there.

At this point, the harvest festival must have ended a sichen ago, but the two gods still find themselves in the mortal realm as the purple dusk of evening creeps along the edge of the horizon. A cool breeze sweeps in from across the swaying waters of the nearby lake and brings a light, rosy color to Mu Qing's cheeks.

They are in their Fu Yao and Nan Feng forms tonight—their preferred disguises when visiting the mortal realm—and they walk very closely together, their arms nearly touching as they follow the dirt path that leads away from the village. Mu Qing fills the silence of the night with a quiet recounting of a recent upper court meeting Feng Xin was absent for and Feng Xin dutifully listens, munching on the last of his tanghulu.

They have made many trips such as this one—attending festivals like they've done today, or perusing night markets for unique wares, or simply patroning popular tea houses and restaurants—all on the pretense of 'official heavenly business'.

Ah, but they both know that the time they've been spending together is so much more than just that.

Outings, one could call them.

Romantic ones.

Mu Qing walks with his arms tucked politely within his sleeves and expertly hides the shiver that runs through him as Feng Xin leads them off the path and towards the rocky shore. They step carefully down the gentle incline leading to the beach and their boots begin to sink a little more heavily into the softness of the sand.

While in these forms, Feng Xin is a bit taller and broader than Mu Qing and Mu Qing feels these differences viscerally.

A warm, large palm hovers there at the small of his back as they continue to walk and Mu Qing is suddenly quite thankful for the chilly evening as it's an easy excuse to explain away his flushed cheeks.

Feng Xin slows their pace as they approach an especially rocky section of beach. That large palm finally presses lightly along Mu Qing's lower back and the other hand is offered out to Mu Qing in a clear attempt to steady him. The gesture stokes a fire in Mu Qing's middle—flames curling along his belly and through his chest—molten heat licking its way along his neck until it settles atop his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly and steadies himself, rolling his eyes even as he turns his burning face away from Feng Xin's view.

"I'm no fragile maiden," he says bitterly, swatting at Feng Xin's offered hand until the other man pulls it back with a sigh. "I'll have you know I'm perfectly capable of walking along some rocks without your assistance."

"I know that, Mu Qing."

"And yet you offered your hand anyway," Mu Qing retorts, huffing as if he's annoyed.

In reality he's having, yet another, inner battle with himself about why he has to be so exceedingly obstinate. They have been courting each other for several months now and yet, Mu Qing is still unable to accept a kindness when it is offered to him. Heaven knows it's frustrating for Mu Qing, so he can only imagine how frustrating it must be for Feng Xin. Frustrating enough that Mu Qing is certain their courtship is on the precipice of ruin—if only he could just—

"You're not a burden."

Mu Qing whips his face back in Feng Xin's direction, his eyes narrowed and his brows pinched as he looks up at the other man. Feng Xin stares down at him with a warm smile, expression completely earnest in only the way Feng Xin seems capable of. It makes Mu Qing melt even further and he quickly looks away, speeding up his pace just slightly as they continue to approach the outcropping of rocks lining a good stretch of the shore.

"Of course not," he mutters, earning a soft laugh from Feng Xin who trails close behind him. Where does the man get off saying such a thing? The absolute nerve—

"And you're not delicate."

"Obviously."

"You could pummel my ass into the ground right this moment if you chose to." Feng Xin easily catches up with Mu Qing, their steps quickly falling into rhythm with one another. "And with your fast reflexes, I'd be unable to do much else than simply accept my fate. We both know that, Mu Qing."

Mu Qing is loath to agree with Feng Xin in his current state, but he can't deny the truth so he nods as they shuffle their way along the increasingly uneven beach.

"I admire your fierceness—your tenacity—it's one of the things that first drew me to you back in Xianle."

Mu Qing scoffs, side-stepping around a grouping of rocks that have formed a small crater where a large puddle of rain water has pooled. They have just reached the large, flat-topped boulder they've been trying to get to when Feng Xin's hand gently circles Mu Qing's wrist and prevents him from climbing up onto it.

Mu Qing turns with every intention of arguing, but looking up into those warm, honeyed eyes has him quieting in an instant. That smile—overflowing with loving warmth and devotion—should never be aimed at the likes of Mu Qing. His heart pounds in his chest, rattling incessantly in his ears, and despite his trepidation, he finds he can't possibly tear himself away from Feng Xin again.

The fingers encircling his wrist loosen just enough to ghost over his palm and then his hand is being engulfed in both of Feng Xin's own large ones. He is squeezed firmly as if to remind him he is present in this moment and, unthinkingly, he tries to squeeze back. When Feng Xin speaks again, his voice is lower—hushed like the wind as it coaxes the gentle waves of the lake against the shore.

"The soft and quiet personal attendant of the crown prince out in the training yard after dark, practicing his sword forms with a broom… what a sight he was." Feng Xin laughs fondly, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, and Mu Qing's face goes red in an instant. Well, there goes his ability to save any face; how humiliating.

"All that fire hidden away behind this elegant" Feng Xin leans forward, letting go of Mu Qing's hand so he can brush the backs of his fingers along his cheek instead, "and—frankly—criminally beautiful face." Mu Qing swallows as Feng Xin delicately tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "I was smitten from the very start—I was just fucking stupid about it for several centuries."

They've already talked about such things when Feng Xin originally asked to court Mu Qing all those months ago, so Mu Qing can't possibly understand why such an embarrassing topic needs to brought up yet again—

"So, yes," Feng Xin says decidedly, leading his hand to its rightful place at the small of Mu Qing's back—and Mu Qing lets him—"you are more than capable of walking along a rocky beach all on your own." Mu Qing takes a breath, feeling small and vulnerable in a way that makes him want to run, but he plants his feet firmly in the wet sand and keeps his face tilted up towards the beautiful southern sun.

"But you don't have to. I'm here now."

A sharp breath in through his nose—a shaky exhale puffed out between barely parted lips—Mu Qing is shivering and he can't stop. Feng Xin presses close, offering his other hand to Mu Qing as he grounds the man with a firm touch along his back.

"I offer to help because I care for you, I admire you, and I respect you, Mu Qing—and that's all." Feng Xin's smile widens as Mu Qing tentatively places his shaking hand onto Feng Xin's offered palm.

"No hidden agendas," Feng Xin whispers, giving Mu Qing's hand a reaffirming squeeze as he guides him up onto the rock. "No belief that you're less-than or undeserving. It's just out of love for you—plain and simple."

Mu Qing settles onto his bottom, scooting back a bit further onto the rock as he stares down at his one and only god—his friend—his Feng Xin. He wills his heart to calm, though he knows it's an impossible task, and stretches his hand out to Feng Xin before he can think better of it.

Feng Xin looks at the offered hand and then back up to Mu Qing's face, something tender and reverent shining in his eyes, and takes Mu Qing's hand without question.

"Plain and simple," Mu Qing repeats, pulling Feng Xin up onto the rock with him and finding he doesn't mind the way their hands stay linked even after Feng Xin has settled.

They spend the rest of the evening watching the sky change colors in the reflection of the lake—gentle kisses and soft breaths exchanged between them like a vow—and don't return to heaven until dawn.

[ladypepperofdavenshire-archives]

Had the sudden urge to draw a full scene and actually do lineart for the bg, so have an emo Jenna on a rainy afternoon

[keeps-ache]

HEY

[midnightconfessions]

Why do I not know my own feelings at all 😭😭😭

[largetriangles]

Stayed up too late and now I’m scared

[silent-sentinels]

yeah we've got a guy called Yearning but apparently the kid's bested him with the sheer amount of homesickness she feels.

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

one thing abt being disabled/chronically ill that some people don’t get is that sometimes body maintenance that ensures you have the absolute minimum amount of function can also be something that takes away a lot of control and autonomy. you can argue till the cows come home that making those decisions to try and help yourself (or realistically to try to make sure things aren’t worse than they already are) is something that exhibits control and autonomy and stuff, but they can be so limiting in practice because they’re things that take up so much time but have to be done to do anything else

[milflewis]

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[fifty-ten]

a new personal best for ultra-spicy difficulty! it’s not much, but I managed to shave a day off my last best time.

also, I set my first record for the normal (easiest) difficulty. since I’ve only played on the wii u, hard difficult, and ultra-spicy difficulty, this was very interesting. the days being much longer in this difficultly made it so that I could clear most areas in just one day, which I haven’t been able to do in other difficulties yet! I want to try and apply what I did here to hard and ultra-spicy…

(also, I tried something new in both playthroughs! I learned a speedrunning strat! I used a sequence break and went through the Formidable Oak backwards! it was a lot easier that way)