#(wow some fluff)

[pjs-everyday]

10. Hugs 🩷🎉 // Twiyor Month @twiyorbase

#lol I accidentally swapped the days????? but okay! here’s some fluff!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷 #anyway this is after yor isn’t home for a couple of days!! we missed ya girl!!!! #wow I can really see my progress in like… a week!!! #hope everyone is having a nice day lol 🩷 #twiyor #twiyormonth #loid x yor #loidyor #spy x family loid #spy x family #spy family #sxf #spy x family yor #yor briar #loid forger #agent twilight #thorn princess #illustration #pjseveryday #art #sketchbook #digital illustration #fanart #anime art

[dreasancho]

Some of these Jude fics are giving borderline coercion and sexu@l ass@ult

#pretty sure someone said this already #but wow there’s so many #some of you should just keep to writing fluff and angst #jude bellingham

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Me: I wonder what the darkest thing I’ve written is.

Power Link: I told my wife I didn’t want to see our newborn child before leaving, going to my room, and slitting my throat open.

Abel: I watched my country burn to the ground and carried my dead son through an apocalypse in a desperate attempt to save him.

Shadow Link: I threw my dead fiancée’s ashes into lava, desecrating her memory in a desperate attempt to protect her from being resurrected and turned into a dark puppet by her father because he did that to me. Then I tried to burn myself alive.

Legend: Holy shit what is wrong with you people???

Power, Abel, & Shadow, in unison: Ganon

#wow I guess I have written some dark stuff lol 🥴😅 #How the frick am I supposed to give Abel a break y’all I can’t come up with anything #I was trying to think of fluff and fell into Torture Shadow Hours instead #random rambles #imprisoning war #hero of shadow #hero of power #poor abel

[pippytmi]

Hi!! For the Kacy Post Breakup AU stories. Do you still taking promt?? Please can you write "i found the ring when i was moving my stuff out of your apartment and now everything makes sense”?? But Kate found the ring, Kate broke up with Lucy the reason is up to you. Love the ones you already write, thankkk yoouu 🫶🏽

“Theoretically—and I do mean this theoretically, I can’t stress that enough—would you be able to one: procure a pair of bolt cutters, and two: meet me somewhere in twenty minutes? Just think about it. As a purely hypothetical situation.”

Lucy has to stifle a laugh into her fist as she patiently listens to Ernie’s dramatics. “As much as I want to come free you from wherever you’re chained up—”

“I said in theory—”

“—I have a thing,” Lucy says. “Um. With Kate?” To call it “a thing” might be a complete oversimplification, but Ernie gives an understanding hum on the other end of the phone.

“I can be there in five minutes. Okay, like twenty-five minutes. And I can be a buffer, or a distraction, or someone to stare her down all night. Whatever you need.”

Lucy turns the corner and sees Kate Whistler waiting on her doorstep, and the tell-tale pang in her chest briefly makes her falter. “No, it’s fine,” she remembers to answer. “I have to go, though.”

“If you’re sure,” Ernie says, sounding entirely unconvinced. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” Lucy mumbles, and she shoves her phone into her back pocket as she carefully approaches her apartment. Kate is still standing there—stiffly out of place with suitcases at her side—but she somehow still straightens up even more when she notices Lucy. “Hey,” Lucy calls, a touch confused. “You didn’t let yourself in?”

“I wasn't sure if you wanted me to,” Kate says, awkwardly pulling at the strings of her hoodie the way she does when she is uncomfortable. She takes a step back when Lucy brings out her keys, obviously trying not to hover, and Lucy sighs.

“I don’t care, whatever,” she says, ushering Kate in with a halfhearted flourish when the door clicks open. “Just ignore the mess, I haven’t cleaned or anything.” Work has actually kept her from being home very often beyond to sleep, so she knows her apartment will be a little bit in disarray.

To Kate, it must be a war zone; she has always been a neat freak (in the most endearing way). Lucy has to step over a stack of Amazon packages to even get inside, and she knows that Kate will zero in on everything else Lucy hasn’t cleared out yet: the takeout containers on the coffee table, the jackets strewn over the chairs, the abandoned folders and posters all over the couch. 

Lucy is used to it, though, and she walks right in whereas Kate seems to freeze. “Do you want a drink?”

Kate does a double-take, snapping out of her stupor. “Sorry?”

“A drink,” Lucy repeats. “Do you want one?”

“I…think it would be better to do this sober,” Kate says, brow crinkling, and Lucy has to pause to work out what the hell Kate is talking about.

“What? No, I meant like water. Or Gatorade,” Lucy amends. “Actually, I might only have Gatorade.” It’s a whole thing—some new sponsorship her agent had set up which led to a whole crate of the stuff being shipped—and now Lucy has way more than she can drink.

“I'm okay. But thank you,” Kate says, formal to a fault, and Lucy resists the urge to roll her eyes.

“Okay, well, you can…get started. I’m going to be doing some work in the kitchen if you need anything,” Lucy says.

Kate rapidly nods. “Right. Of course,” she says. “I’ll be as quick as I can. I’m sure you’re busy.”

“Yeah. No, totally.” Lucy has actually cleared her entire day just for this, but she doesn't say as much. It is much easier to hide away and pretend she's reading a script instead of, you know, waiting for her ex-girlfriend to pack up all remnants of their relationship.

Even without watching her do it, Lucy knows Kate is probably working efficiently and effectively to erase all traces of happiness from this apartment—their apartment. Kate had never officially moved in, but it was still theirs, and Lucy sees her in everything: in the framed print of The Great Wave off Kanagawa, in the uneven coffee table they picked out from a flea market because it was so beautifully hideous, in the old, torn couch where they had exchanged I love yous for the first time.

(That fact may have also influenced Lucy’s choice to spend as much time as possible at work. Maybe.)

Speaking of work…Lucy begrudgingly takes a seat at the kitchen table to pretend she is doing some. At the very least, she can do the boring task of clearing emails from her agent. Also, she should probably check and make sure Ernie is alive.

About an hour into rewatching Gilmore Girls, Kate shows up in the doorway, wringing her fingers together anxiously. “Sorry to bother you,” she says, as if she can’t hear Lorelai Gilmore’s voice from Lucy’s laptop, “but do you know where my backpack is? The one I use for hiking?”

Lucy blinks. “Uh, I’m not sure.” Kate is the person who normally knows where everything is. Even in Lucy’s apartment, she has an uncanny ability to find stuff Lucy never can.

“I had it the weekend before…” Kate doesn’t have to finish with before I broke up with you, but Lucy hears it anyway. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. If you find it later I can just come back for it.”

“No, I can help you look.” Lucy pauses her show to clarify, “Just so you don’t have to make two trips.”

Kate’s cautious expression slowly morphs into a slightly crestfallen one. “Right. No, of course,” she says.

“Where did you look?” Lucy follows Kate outside to retrace her steps, and all the while, she curiously takes note of the absence of things Kate has chosen to select as purely hers: the cozy throw blanket off the couch, the snow globe which Kate’s mom had sent over for Christmas, the paper flower which Lucy had folded for Kate and previously was displayed in their only vase.

“Both closets—I don’t remember putting it anywhere else. Did you let someone borrow it, maybe?” Kate heads into the bedroom, zeroing in on their closet, but Lucy is focused solely on Kate’s question.

“Why would I let someone borrow your backpack? It’s not mine,” Lucy says, with admittedly a bit of indignation in her tone, but. Who the hell is Kate to suggest that Lucy would be so petty as to lose Kate’s lame hiking backpack?

Kate glances at her sideways, brow crinkling ever-so-slightly. “I don’t know. I just thought—”

“That I’m going to be that ex who trashes your stuff?” Lucy knowingly fills in.

“No, that’s not at all what I’m saying.” Kate says, and she even looks quite alarmed at the suggestion. “I’m not trying to accuse you of anything.”

“Okay, then, don’t look at me like that!”

“Like what?”

“Like I’ve kicked your puppy or something!” Lucy presses her fingertips against her temples.

Kate opens her mouth, then dejectedly shuts it. After a beat she mumbles, “I wasn’t trying to.”

“Well you are.” Lucy has to turn away, and she busies herself with digging through the pile of clothes at the bottom of the closet to see if somehow Kate’s backpack is buried underneath. It isn’t, but Lucy does find the script she had been searching for since last month, so it’s still a win-win. 

“I can get another one,” Kate says suddenly. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Sure, whatever you want,” Lucy says, kicking a parka out of the way as she wanders into the adjoining bathroom. “Is that the last thing you need to pack?” Already, all of Kate’s toiletries are missing. Lucy has to bite her lip to keep from doing something stupid like tearing up at the sight of her toothbrush all alone; the absolute last thing she needs to do is start breaking down when Kate is right outside.

“Almost,” Kate’s voice rings out hesitantly from beyond the door. “I have to finish sorting out my clothes.”

Lucy pokes her head out to briefly advise, “Check my drawers, I might have stolen a few of your shirts.” Selfishly, she wants to hang on to anything of Kate’s that she can, but she is making an effort to be practical. If she keeps on wasting her nights getting drunk and crying into that sweater of Kate’s that still smells like her, Lucy will never actually get over Kate. And she has at least promised Ernie that she will try.

Kate starts opening the drawers of the nightstands; Lucy can hear them open and shut. Lucy continues to peek about the bathroom until she has no reason to, and she begrudgingly makes her way back into the bedroom prepared to fake a call and escape back to the kitchen.

But when she walks in, Lucy is immediately immobilized at the sight of Kate standing stock-still in the center of the room—eyes wide, skin eerily pale—and in her hand is the ring box that Lucy forgot she hid in the top drawer of her nightstand.

“Oh fuck,” Lucy breathes out, her mouth forming words before her brain can interject. “That…is not what it looks like.”

Kate rapidly sets the box down on the bed, hand trembling all the while. “I’m sorry,” she says. “It just fell out. It—” She stops, sags backwards until she is leaning against the wall, her usual stoic façade completely melted away into pure disbelief. “You were going to propose?”

This time, there’s no stopping the tears when they spring to her eyes, but Lucy still wipes at them anyway. “I loved you, Kate,” she says thickly, her heart beating fast in an unbelievably painful manner. “What do you think?”

“I thought—” Kate audibly swallows. “You told me you never wanted to get married.”

Lucy shrugs limply. “Well, you do,” she says. “Obviously not with me, but..."

Kate goes silent for a moment. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks at last, and her voice quivers like she might cry, which makes absolutely no sense.

“How could I?” Lucy scoffs. “Did you want me to stop your little spiel about ‘not fitting in each other’s lives anymore’ to say ‘hey, Kate, I actually want to propose to you. Can you maybe reconsider breaking up with me?’” 

“It would’ve explained a lot, Lucy,” Kate says, stricken. “This whole time—is this why you were acting so weird?”

“I wasn’t acting weird,” Lucy says defensively.

Kate doesn’t seem to be listening. “I thought it was about your job,” she goes on, almost as if to herself. “I thought you were regretting everything.” Her cheeks glisten with silent tears, and Lucy’s stomach flips in on itself.

She doesn’t know what she’s feeling at first. Initially, Lucy assumes it’s devastation, her chest so tight with it like she might finally burst into sobs. But then she realizes it’s anger, white-hot and all-consuming, and when it explodes it comes out as:

“You didn’t even try to talk to me? If I was acting weird, fine. I don’t agree, but let’s say I was.” Lucy begins to pace, because otherwise, she might actually start crying hysterically. “Why wouldn’t you ask me what was going on?”

“I did,” Kate says softly, too softly. “You said it was work.”

Lucy pauses. “Okay, maybe that one time,” she allows. “I don’t see how that leads to dumping me.”

Kate pushes off the wall, her gaze so sorrowful and pained that Lucy has to cross her arms and pointedly look away. “I was holding you back,” she says plainly. “Your career is taking off, Lucy. You’re so famous now you get recognized every time you leave the house. I’m still a dropout law student with no idea what I’m doing in life.”

“I never cared about that.”

“But I do,” Kate says desperately. “That’s why I…that’s the only reason why I wanted to break up. It was never because I didn’t love you.” Kate has moved closer, maybe inadvertently, but Lucy jerks backwards all the same.

“It’s too late,” Lucy says—realizes. “You can’t tell me that. You’re leaving. You chose this! Kate, you—you decided to break my heart instead of trying to make this work. How do you expect me to feel?”

Kate’s hands go immediately to her hoodie strings. “I know,” she says. Twists the ends between her thumb and forefinger. “If I could take it back—”

“You can’t,” Lucy cuts her off. “You ruined it.” Her frustration is the tipping point: the tears come and they’re not pretty, hot and stinging and absolutely ruining whatever makeup she has worn today. “I’m going to go, okay? I’m going to ask Ernie to pick me up and you can just—just let me know when you’re done.”

“No, I…” Kate shakes her head. “I’ll go. Um. Don’t worry about the rest of my stuff.” She zips up her half-empty suitcase and haphazardly yanks it along, lingering briefly only by the doorway like she wants to say something else before she leaves. Lucy can see her struggle; her jaw clenches and unclenches until finally she says, “I’m sorry.”

Lucy exhales, recognizing at once she only has one chance to ask what has been bugging her this entire time. “Kate,” she says, to stop her just for one second. “Would…would you have said yes?”

Kate gazes at her so sadly that when she smiles, barely there, it is as surprising as it is heartbreaking. “Of course I would have,” she says quietly.

And without even waiting for Lucy to say anything—perhaps realizing that she won’t—Kate is leaving, and Lucy is letting her. If this was a movie, Lucy would chase her out the door; maybe get down on one knee anyway, and wait for Kate to finally accept their happily-ever-after in whatever form it takes.

But this isn’t a movie, and there is no black and white ending which will ever really satisfy them both. So Lucy sinks down onto her bed, cradles the ring box in her palm, and begins to mourn a life that was never hers to begin with.

#this is kind of a celebrity au (or adjacent) #but wow thank you for ur kind words + this prompt! i hope u like this angst too :) #kacy #kate x lucy #ncis hawaii #i need a fic tag #this angst practice has been good for me but now i need some fluff lol im hoping to finish up a sc prompt ive been chipping at too

[chibitantei]

“I don’t need grand gestures or declarations of love. I just need you. all of you.”

Pseudo-Inbox ft. @fatexbound

#fatexbound #fatexbound ; yu #I Won’t Let You Walk Alone Anymore (Yunao: fatexbound) #v: Seeker of Truth #(wow some fluff)

[lucascsinclairs]

Oh what's that? You're asking if I really have spent my work day just reading "Lucas on the Line" on my phone? Well that's funny you asked because yes. Yes I have. And now I'm an emotional wreck.

#good thing it's a slow day at the office #cause I've literally just been speeding through that book all day #just finished it and wow #it had some really great stuff in there! #so happy to get something from Lucas's point of view #(even if it isn't exactly canon but in any case) #it expanded a lot on his family dynamic and how everything happened with him joining the basketball team #and i was surprised it overlapped with s4 events too #it went up to the end of ep4 if you're curious #but yeah a lot of great insights to his thoughts which was awesome #and of course. the lumax. #dont go into it expecting fluff. its ANGSTY #but there's some absolutely beautiful lines in there #her really cares about her so much it's ridiculous #i need to compile those quotes and include them in a post or something cause wow #they got me all emotional #kaisa talks #lucas on the line #lucas sinclair #lumax

[sga-owns-my-soul]

“I thought, if I’m not smart, there’s no use for me anymore. I’m deadweight on the team. I thought you wouldn’t risk bringing me out to the field, if I’m not brilliant then I’m just another liability you have to focus on keeping safe. I thought... I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Rodney...” he whispered, and reached a hesitant hand up to cup the other man's cheek.

#wow look at me go i finished another fic #and i'm working on another one now #crazy what getting enough sleep and a day off does for my writing productivity #anyways this is angsty and smutty #but it ends with some fluff #mcshep heavy fic #but who doesn't love some good mcshep smut #mcshep #my writing #fan fic #sga fan fic #john sheppard #rodney mckay #ronon dex #teyla emmagan #sga the shrine #sga

[karimationkat]

Been having a burnout lately, even drawing sticks is a chore.

I need to get the KO/MT human design done, so that I can finally draw things I wanted to for a half year.

#small rant #Been having some very nice angst and fluff ideas #I NEED TO DRAW THEM #EVEN ROUGH SKETCHES ARE ENOUGH #But no #*lifts up the stylus* “wow- were did my all of my skills that I spend 6 years to learn go?” #I want punch a wall #And then set it on fire. #Btw #I made an friend watch avm from season 1 to 3 and he said that ko/mt would have an evil goatee #I'll never draw KO/MT with an evil goatee #I barely can take KO/MT serious #I'll start laughing and crying and never finish the human design if I would give ko/mt that evil goatee #Anyway #That's the end

[starstruck-critter]

markings sheet for the girl ever, and some info sketches

#rainworld #rain world #rain world oc #rainworld oc #rainworld ancient #rw #me about the make the most undrawable character imaginable #thankfully most of her markings are covered #cause if i actually had to draw all this everything i drew her i would go insane #still #very fun to do #also u get a little sneakpeek on how i think unmasked ancients look like #ancients remind of the mogu from wow for some reason #so i wanted to reflect that with the teefies and the fluff #my art

[elisela]

my heart has already landed marrish, 3.8k, e, fluff, future fic for @simple-aphorisms​ who wanted some pre-movie slice of life for my beloved marrish

Lydia’s shopping list, typically organized by aisle and written out with precise quantities (sweet corn, 6,5oz; El Pato, 2 blue 3oz cans), is a jumbled mess scrawled across three neon-green Post-Its and a half-sheet of paper torn from a Sheriff’s department notepad. Her husband’s neat block printing is the only saving grace, but as her gaze wanders over to where the text is more cramped in the corner and catches sight of FROZEN PRETZELS, she sighs and gives up. The papers get shuffled into a tiny pile to be forgotten in her purse, which she deposits in the front section of the shopping cart before starting to push it into the household goods aisle.

read on ao3

#marrish #marrish fic #jordan parrish #lydia martin #manifesting this as canon compliant #fluff #smut #have you ever written smut and thought wow some people are going to know a lot about me after this? #hmmm yep

[sholangagaga]

Your Foxy and the twins is so underused, which is criminal cause their relationship is soooooo adorable! Imagine Foxy returns to the daycare and he's so excited to see his darlings again only to see them both run down and half dead

So true Bestie!! (Stop calling me out for never writing them together arrrgh)

To make up for it, a mini story! Enjoy ❤️

Foxy couldn't wait to see them again.

It'd been so long since he last heard their voices; Sun's overly optimistic disposition perfectly complimented by Moon's crippling pessimism. They were so alike yet so different, and Foxy loved them all the same.

He'd been gone far longer than he had wanted. After the Pizzaplex nearly burned to the ground, he had left to help pick up the pieces. Who would have thought those pieces would take months to lift?

"You're way too fast— can you wait for me?"

Foxy paused, forgetting in his haste that a child was following after him. Her name was Cassie, he had recalled her from a party booked with Roxanne a year prior. She had snuck into the ruins of the Pizzaplex on her own mission, and their team-up was far more beneficial than wandering on their own.

"Apologies, love. I'm just feeling a tad homesick, is all."

"Do you think they'll be mad at you?"

Foxy laughed at the thought, imagining the interaction. "Moon'll call me every name in the book and avoid me like the plague. Sun'll cling to my waist and cry his little eyes out. I've got a lot of makin' up to do, that's fer sure."

Cassie laughed along with him, approaching the door to the Daycare and with a helpful shove, pushed the giant doors open.

The first thing the two noticed was how dark it was. Next, the silence overtook them. The deafening kind of silence that made your heartbeat sound like a drum hooked up to a speaker.

"Uhm. . .Foxy?"

The synthetic looked up at the playscape that had fallen into disarray, his once cheerful expression falling away to horror.

"The lights. . ."

"The what?"

"The lights! They lose themselves when there are no lights!"

From the highest point of the Daycare, glowing red eyes pierced the darkness.

"Naughty fox. You've been away from home for so long~"

Foxy barely had the time to react as something slammed into his chest hard enough to send him sprawling onto his back. Cassie screamed, but he was relieved to see she wasn't being attacked. Himself, on the other hand, wasn't quite as lucky.

"Moon, darlin', it's me. Ya need to snap out of it, ya hear? Stop causin' a ruckus now—"

"Moon" leaned forward, his head tilting almost unnaturally to the side. In the dark, with Foxy’s enhanced eyes, he saw the extent of the neglect on the other synthetic.

Their body was a gruesome patchwork of spare parts and flayed "skin". Their costume was tattered and hastily sewn back together with mismatched patterns and clashing colors. They were dirty, smeared with the bluish black oil that constituted as the blood for the synthetics. The more Foxy looked, the more pained and horrified his expression became.

"Oh love, what happened to you?"

"You left us— left ME— all alone! What could we do? We fought over every. Little. Thing. The cleaning, the waiting, the lights. The lights went out and we— we took a nap.

"We're still trapped in the nightmare.

"When you left, we only had each other. We could only protect each other. So we became each other. It's easier to be together like this rather than apart. Do you like how we look?"

Cassie flicked on her flashlight, which caused the synthetic to recoil in pain. Bathed now in some form of light, it was apparent that the patchwork and modifications were of both Sun and Moon. It was as if someone ripped the twins apart and then put them back together like some twisted garage kit.

"T-the light! It hurts! It hurtsss!" Moon's voice hissed, before the tones began to fade to the lighter pitch that Foxy recognized as Sun. "Help us. . .Mind swirling. . .pain unbearable. . .Make us whole—"

Foxy bit back the awful lump forming in his throat, reaching out to pull the shaking figure into his arms.

"Lass, have you still got that doodad of yours?"

Cassie startled to attention, reaching into her pocket to pull out the Faz-wrench. Confusion dusted her face before the realization set in.

Foxy nodded, moving the twisted fusion's hair out of the way to expose ther tattered base of their skull and in turn, the tell-tale socket with two holes. Foxy never really knew what these sockets were for, but every synthetic had them in some regard. The sockets were never in the same place for any of them, but after seeing Cassie wield the Faz-wrench, he knew then what the socket was meant to hold.

The child approached cautiously, and upon realizing that she wasn't in danger thanks to Foxy holding them down, drew closer. She plunged the wrench's prongs into the synthetic's neck and turned, hearing as the click resounded and the struggling stopped. Worried she had done something wrong, she raised the Faz-wrench again to try a second time before Foxy lifted his hand to stop her.

The patchwork body of Sun and Moon convulsed as parts and pieces snapped and clicked into place. The crown that Sun usually sported atop his head sunk into their skull before reemerging along the bottom edge of their head. The flickering eyes made peace, each one settling to represent one twin. Though still dirty and mucked about with oil and debris, the synthetic no longer seemed to be in pain as their body seemed to reshape to accept all of their new parts.

They stood up straight, folding their hands over their chest with an expression full of relief, adoration, and warmth.

"You've awoken me from my long nap. I can't thank you enough. Either of you."

Foxy tentatively stood, holding his arms out to the other in case they rebounded or collapsed.

"Darlings, you know I'd fuckin' travel to hell and back fer ya. The important thing is, are ya alright? Sun, Moon, which one are you now?"

"I'm neither one or the other, but a little bit of both. Something a little inbetween. We used to be two, but now we're one. I think it was always meant to be this way." They smiled, floating upward to be eye level with the larger synthetic.

How in the world are they flying? Cassie thought to herself, watching with mild confusion and curiosity.

"Whatever will I do about our shows now? Our three-man act is now a two-man show." Foxy joked, pressing his hands against the other's cheeks, gently smoothing away smudges of dirt and oil.

"Silly fox, you're more than capable of rewriting a play or two." They purred, nuzzling against the large hands that cradled their face so gently.

Foxy felt the deja vu strike him, recalling times when Sun and Moon would fight or lose their sanity in the darkness and the only thing that would bring them together was his beloved cutlass. A pirate can never be without his trusty sword, Sun would cheerfully remark. It was true, to some extent. Though it was just a pacifier of sorts, that cutlass meant the world to him because it was something that brought the two people he loved most together no matter the trials and tribulations.

That cutlass, made of steel and etched with a symbol upon its blade so Foxy would never forget its name. The symbol of the Moon blotting out the Sun, the symbol of the—

"Eclipse. I'm home. Sorry to keep ya waitin'."

Eclipse paused, staring into his eyes for a beat before smiling that ever so soft grin again, melting Foxy's steel heart faster than any fire ever could.

"Welcome home, my captain."

#i dont write foxy or the twins enough #and so i took this ask personally /j #i wrote this little diddy at 2am and it took me less than 30 minutes wow!!! #i just wanted to write some angst into fluff #the foxy x sun/moon/eclipse brainrot is beyond real #i love them #and they love each other #yes i do also take writing requests if you guys want short glamstories #that never changed but it still feels like yall forget #fnaf security breach #security breach #glamstar au #glamstar fam au #fnaf #shoucan says #five nights at freddy's #glamstars legacy #shooting the shit with shoucan #fnaf ruin dlc #security breach ruin #ruin dlc #fnaf ruin #cassie fnaf #eclipse fnaf #glamrock foxy #Short Stories with Shoucan

[ae-rina]

save your tears — shin ryujin

pairing: yn x ryujin

genre: fluff

warnings: none

wc: 413

now playing: sour grapes by le sserafim

YN sat on the edge of the wet sidewalk as Ryujin paid for their snacks inside the convenience store, sniffling as her tears finally came to a halt. Ryujin watched as her frame shook as she took a shaky breath.

It had only been thirty minutes since you had both gotten to a party Shin Yuna had decided to throw in celebration of her graduation. Ryujin had nearly immediately met eyes with YN’s ex-lover but had decided against telling her. She didn’t have it in her to ruin her best friend’s bright mood. Not even ten minutes had passed when YN came to her in tears, explaining how she had run into her wretched ex. YN begged Ryujin to leave the party with her, as she didn’t want her ex to follow her.

Of course, Ryujin immediately excused herself from her friends as she threw her arm around YN, glaring daggers at YN’s ex-girlfriend from across the room.

YN had cried the entire walk home before they came across the convenience store, Ryujin making YN wait outside to catch some air after the amount of crying she had done. YN stared at the wet pavement under her feet, the ripples of a pothole filled with water catching her eyes. Her disheveled appearance looked back at her. YN quickly stood up, lowering her tight dress as she heard the bells on the convenience store door ring. Ryujin walked up to her with two cones of ice cream in her hands, shoving her favorite one into her face.

“Save your tears, baby. They don’t deserve you! You were too good to them,” she exclaimed as YN took her cone into her hand. “Thank you, Ryujin,” she smiled at her before she took her free hand into her own, placing a kiss on her cheek. YN couldn’t help but chuckle at Ryujin’s shocked face, watching as a light blush bloomed across her face.

Although YN had always enjoyed skinship with Ryujin, Yn had never done something as intimate as kissing her, even if it had been on the cheek. This moment was now special to her. A memory to tuck away somewhere in the back of her mind to play at sad times. It had shown Ryujin’s unspoken loyalty to her as her friend. YN couldn’t feel happier than to call such Ryujin her best friend.

“Let’s go home, Ryu! I wanna cuddle and watch movies,” YN said as she dragged a lovesick Ryujin behind her.

© ae-rina ──── reblogs appreciated

#two gays holding hands five feet apart cause they're not gay #oh wow look at them #just some gal pals #some really good friends #roomates of course #this is a repost #since i was cleaning this blog up #📁 itzy: ryujin #itzy #itzy fluff #itzy fanfic #itzy fic #itzy ryujin #shin ryujin #ryujin fluff #ryujin fanfic #ryujin fic #ryujin x reader #ryujin x you

[skoulsons]

I’m going to prioritize an edit tonight for the most part before I start writing because this edit has been digging into my brain and ripping the blood vessels out one by one over the past two weeks and if I delay it any longer I might spontaneously combust

#you know #when I first started writing #and I wrote things like dialing and lifelong #I was like wow #I love writing fluff #and then I met some stupid bees and now I’m like #no I like angst and hurt actually #I’m still navigating around how to write it but #writing fluff seems harder every day 😭 #L writes

[sheepishzoologist]

Yiffy Jack redesign slash headcanon, i call them Jackquerel Lalonde-Harley they r an ectokid cloned from Jasprosesprite & Jade

#wow i want to give them chest fluff #homestuck #yiffany longstocking lalonde harley #jack harlonde #homestuck2 #jackquerel Lalonde-Harley #was editing some bec stuff onto him and went and then i gave him top surgery aswell

[searsage]

Me: I shouldn't hyper fixate on ABo aus right now i should be focusing, i sh-

Also me: there is always a warning tag if you were. ....👀👉👈

#Chemrambles #I shouldn't write when my minds in a dumpster #Like seriously there is only like three modes #hyperfixiating #On a pretty fantasy worlds like its fucking National Geographic #Or some deprived amount of bone rotting fluff and devotion #Like the type that a makes cake melt #Then...then there's the dumspter and wow is it dubious #Like i can not wait to drop some of this shameless contraband im sitting on #Rambles

[wander-over-the-words]

Y’all, a small black mass just fucking scurried passed me on my bed and I can only imagine it was a spider but FUCK ME if it was, that fella had places to BE fuck me it moved like the goddamn wind and I CANNOT see where it went what the fuck just happened

#wandering over the words #I'm honestly sitting here wondering if I hallucinated it or some shit #scared the crap out of me #I can only?? imagine it was a spider?? it's not windy enough for it to have been like. fluff or anything #I have my window open but like I said. there is like no wind #I say it was small. it was small compared to /me/. if it was a spider it was pretty fuckin big nrgnrgn #WHICH IS WHY. WOW. I HOPE IT WASN'T ONE. :)