#i missed writing these two so much

[afewproblems]

Christmas Party Wish Part One

After The Christmas party, Steve manages to avoid everyone for all of two days before Robin shows up at his front door, ready to knock it down.

He crosses from the kitchen and into the foyer just as Robin starts yelling.

"Steven Marie Harrington, you open up this door or so help me--"

Steve rolls his eyes, pulling the door inward quickly enough that Robin loses her balance and nearly topples onto the inside floor mat. If not for Steve's quick reflexes she would be face down in a heap, he tells her as much with a sly grin as he helps her to stand.

"And whose fault would that be? Nice way to treat the person who is here to help you out Dingus," Robin huffs, brushing off imaginary dust from her shoulders while Steve moves aside to let her in.

"Merry Christmas to you too Rob," Steve says tugging her towards himself. He sighs as she immediately wraps her arms around his neck, content until she blows a long wet raspberry into his check. Steve drops her with a yelp and wipes away the wet mark she left behind with grinning lips.

"That was for ignoring my call," she says with narrowed eyes, "you were supposed to come for supper on Christmas day remember?"

She shrugs off her blue parka before lifting each foot to pull off her snowy boots, Steve takes the coat and tosses it over the back of the closest chair and crosses his arms over his chest.

"I know," he manages after a beat, sighing as Robin scoffs. She turns on her heel and wanders into the kitchen, leaving Steve to trail after her.

"I can only assume it's because you had other plans, you can't have possibly ignored my call for some other reason, hmm?"

Steve lifts his head to stare at the ceiling and count to five.

The thing that Steve both loves and hates about his best friend is her ability to read him through and through and call him on his shit. He'd hoped to have at least a little more time to wallow in self pity though.

"You've been wallowing for two days Steve, and I know it sucks," she chews her lip for a moment before sighing, "I'm sorry about the wish game, I feel like it's my fault".

Steve shakes his head and moves to the fridge. He opens it and reaches inside for two cans of cola before turning and using his foot to nudge the door closed again. He stacks the cans, holding them both with one hand and he moves to the pantry, grabbing an old open tube of Pringles, before making his way back to the kitchen island.

"Nah," he says eventually, "it wasn't your fault, if anything it proved why I was right not to say anything".

Steve places Robin's cola and the chips on the counter beside him and cracks the tab on his can with one hand as he leans heavily against the edge. He takes a long swig from the can, pounding his chest as he finishes to release a long burp.

Robin grimaces and swats at Steve's bicep as she grabs her own can and hops up onto the counter next to Steve.

"Dis-GUST-ing," she enunciates, wrinkling her nose, "and it doesn't prove anything Steve, of course Eddie would wish for his band to succeed, he doesn't even know you're on the table".

"And besides," Robin continues, gesturing to Steve with the can, "Nancy and Jonathan don't know that I'm a friend of Dorothy and we've known each other for over a year now. You've known them for three years and haven't said anything either, Dingus, so why would Eddie feel comfortable sharing something like that in front of everyone?"

And, huh, well what Robin says does make a lot more sense than the rambling depressing thoughts that he's been playing on repeat since their movie night.

He and Eddie have gotten a lot closer since they escaped from the Upside Down for the last time. Since Steve managed to carry him out of hell and got them to the hospital in time.

And Steve has been trying so hard for months not to expose himself, to show the most vulnerable parts of his heart to someone that could stomp on it as easily as Nancy did.

But Robin has a point.

On the one hand Steve has been protecting himself, and on the other he's also made sure that there would never be a possibility of--

Steve shakes his head, "first of all, I only just figured all of this, Bi-Sectional stuff, out Robin--"

"Bisexual," she sighs as Steve keeps talking.

"Whatever, and second, we have no idea if Eddie swings that way either…I just don't want to take the risk and end up fucking it all up".

Robin stares at him, an unhappy frown marring her normally sweet features. It feels too much like she's evaluating the inside of his mind --though she did always have the uncanny talent of knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"And what would you say if I told you I had a plan?" Robin says slowly, her gaze unwavering still.

Steve meets her eyes for a moment, taking in the smirk and the raised eyebrow. There's a challenge in her expression and Steve knows there's nothing for it but to listen to what she has to say.

"I'm going to regret letting you in today aren't I?" Steve says as he lifts his can towards her own.

Robin answers with a wide grin and knocks her can into his with a metallic click.

"Don't you always? Anyways," she clears her throat and looks at him with a mischievous smirk, lifting her hands into the air and wiggling her fingers, "I'm thinking, are you ready? New Year's Eve!"

"No--"

"New Year's Eve Steve, come on!" She insists as Steve grazes on a stack of chips from the Pringles tube.

"All we need to do is invite everyone over, Eddie included, to Casa Harrington for a little New Years Party," Robin continues, ignoring the eye roll Steve sends her way, "with enough liquid courage you'd have another opportunity to actually talk to Eddie, confess your feelings, and Boom! Maybe even get a midnight kiss out of the whole thing!"

Steve stares at her wide eyes and wider grin, forcing himself to keep his expression blank.

"So, just to be clear," Steve says eventually, around a mouthful of chips. Robin exaggeratedly gags and snatches her own stack from the tube.

"Your plan is for me to host another party and talk to him".

"Well, yeah--"

"...Robin, that's not a plan, that's a repeat of what already happened," Steve groans as he puts down the chips and runs his hands over his face until they've tangled into his hair.

"No, no, nuh uh, because you didn't say jack shit to him all night," she huffs, gently pulling his hands down, "the crucial difference my sweet bozo, is that you are actually going to tell him how you feel this time".

"How am I supposed to do that with my ex-girlfriend and her boyfriend, and everyone else here smart ass," he counters, letting her continue to hold his hands in her own smaller ones.

She rolls her eyes but squeezes his fingers as she continues, "it will be easy to get him alone, come on, you could tell him you want to give him his Christmas present in your room, you could ask him to go for a smoke outside, you could show him the basement stereo and your ridiculous music collection, must I go on while you don't write this down?"

With every suggestion Steve feels a surge of warm affection for his friend and allows for a fond grin to replace the skeptical frown on his face.

"Do I have to do all of those or should I pick one?" Steve asks, lifting his now free hands to protect his face as Robin whips her own at his chest and head.

"How you were ever considered a ladies man, I will never know," Robin says, though the words are rather undercut by a laugh that turns into a giggle as she finds a particularly ticklish rib and begins her assault.

"You are a fucking menace birdie," Steve manages to say as he catches the offending hands and steps away from the counter and his friends attack.

"You love it," she scoffs, stealing another chip and crunching it loudly as though to make her point.

And he does, Steve thinks to himself.

They have five days to figure out the final details, and Steve can't help but move back to the counter to swing an arm around her shoulders.

Because when in doubt, he can always count on Robin.

"Okay, New Years it is".

#afewproblems writes #steve harrington #robin buckley #i missed writing these two so much #platonic soulmates #platonic stobin #holiday steddie #holiday fic #part two christmas wish #robin and steve are chaotic siblings and no one can tell me otherwise #i saw someone asked for a part two and a part three so here we are #feels good to be writing again #the final part of the halloween au is coming along still so hopefully people are also excited for that haha #please support by commenting and reblogging

[lovelyhan]

dunno if ure comfy being sent nsfw links but i IMMEDAITELY thought of streamer wonwoo and reader when i saw this 🫠🫠 https://twitter.com/sugarfemdom/status/1662648169510096900?s=46&t=-M95tJ5hXqBg8X7CbBlW4A

02:35 — WONWOO

🔞 nsfw link 🔞

i'm sorry but you're going to hell. straight to the boiler room. no excuses!!!!

p.s. read underlying pretense for a good chunk of context!

this was meant to be a regular cosplay-fitting session. you've been receiving new sets to try both from thoughtful fans and sponsors in abundance lately and, while you have a rather...unconventional tradition with these things when your boyfriend comes into the picture, you really just wanted to try them on before hopping into the shower and preparing for your next stream.

meaning: you were being serious when you told wonwoo that you're not trying to get your brains fucked out while he defiles this precious, rather revealing catgirl set that borders on lingerie.

but of course, things rarely ever go your way.

"d-daddy, fuck."

wonwoo's grip on your hips is iron-tight as he pins you to the edge of the mattress—cock fucking into you with relentless precision. he gives you little room to squirm around and with how his eyes are pulled into a mixture of intense concentration and carnal desire, you don't think he'll let you get away anytime soon.

the ruby red mood lights paint his skin in a swath of erotic gusto as wonwoo mutters, "hold your thighs open for me. you can do that, right, baby?"

you nod all too eagerly—his perfect, obedient cockwhore—before doing as you're told. your eagerness frees up his hands and wonwoo wastes no time taking your pretty face in his grasp and leans down to capture your lips.

usually, it's all teeth and tongue whenever your mouths come together in the height of passion—a dizzying bout of lust taking the reins from what's left of your rationality. this time though, wonwoo kisses you firmly, thumb stroking the high of your cheekbone and you swear you feel him smile against you.

"beautiful baby," he whispers—his calculated thrusts slowing to a crawl as the praise makes you preen with a pathetic whimper. "you're cruel for thinking i could ever keep it in my pants when you look so fucking hot in this. who's the fucker that sent these to you anyway?"

fuck. you know it's only been a few weeks since you started officially dating, but you don't think you'll ever get used to wonwoo praising you so easily.

"i-i don't remember," you tell him honestly and your boyfriend merely chuckles, rising just a bit to give his hips more leverage to decimate your poor cunt. "shit. right there, daddy!"

the head of his cock rams against your cervix again and again and again—a sob caught in your throat as each drag stimulates you to no end. one of the perks of fucking you at the edge of your bed is that wonwoo gets to control just how deeply he can penetrate you.

he notes your desperate moans with a smirk, one of his large hands fitting snuggly around your throat as the other lingers by your face. when your boyfriend's thumb prods against your spit-slicked lips, you're all too eager to suck on it like a piece of candy.

wonwoo groans at the sight—the practiced cadence of his thrusts faltering for a millisecond before resuming the punishing pace he's set.

"don't you ever fucking wear this on your streams," he growls, hooking his other thumb into your mouth. when your boyfriend leans down again, you can feel his hot breath fan against your face. "for my eyes only. got that?"

in the back of your mind, you feel like you've had this conversation with him before. but the difference now is that you're no longer toeing around a complex situationship that you were too afraid to give a name to.

this time around, wonwoo is your boyfriend.

your extremely possessive boyfriend, apparently.

"only yours, daddy," you mewl as wonwoo molds your lips into another kiss that feels much too sweet for someone who's just staked his claim on you.

it brings you over the edge anyway.

the sensation of your velvet walls clamping down on his length when your orgasm slams into you is enough to drive wonwoo into bucking his hips against yours erratically. your boyfriend rides out the way your sweet pussy milks his cock for his release like it's begging him to fill you to the brim.

and who is he to deny you what you so desperately want?

wonwoo's hot cum paints your insides in his colors as your boyfriend engraves the sound of you screaming his name into memory. not that he doesn't have enough of that to go around, but whenever he makes you come, wonwoo likes to think it's a brand new experience each time.

though he wouldn't ever say it aloud, there's nothing more that he wants than to share even more of these moments with you.

"no, seriously, who sent you that set? didn't you already get rid of that old twitter account? i saw you deactivate it with my own two eyes."

you giggle at the clipped tone that accompanies wonwoo's words as he helps get you cleaned in the shower. after you wipe off a clump of soap suds that landed on his nose, you stand on your tippy toes to give him a kiss.

"i never gave my address out on twitter though, so it might just be one of those more daring cosplay brands trying to get me to become an ambassador," you reassure with a ditzy smile. "joke's on them though 'cause the only person who'll see me wearing cat girl lingerie is you."

when wonwoo grumbles, "damn straight," under his breath before turning on the shower to rinse off, you consider it as a win in your book.

⟢ end notes: it's been a hot minute since i've acknowledged the existence of gamer!daddy!wonwoo so it's kinda refreshing to write them fucking around again :') i ALSO don't mind being sent nsfw links as long as there's a heads up lol we're all horny here <3

#svthub #seventeen smut #wonwoo smut #seventeen fanfic #wonwoo fanfic #GOD #i can't believe you drove me to write all this at two in the morning #in bed and on my phone #i miss daddy wonwoo so much jesus fucking christ #AND THAT CLIP OH MY GODDDDD #the red lights did it for me #you're so big brained #🍵 tea time #💌 anon #📝 drabble #lovelyhan

[cerise-on-top]

Can I request the fluff alphabet for Nikolai or Soap? So happy to hear you’re doing well, always look forward to your writing!

Hey there! Of course you can! And thank you! Glad to hear you enjoy my writing!

Fluff Alphabet for Soap

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Soap definitely loves being out and about, so he’d love nothing more than to go outside with you and just do things there. It doesn’t even need to be anything terrific like hiking on top of a mountain, a walk in the park suffices for him as well. As long as he gets to spend time with you he’s all game. Though, beware: He will likely be touching you in some way the entire time. If it’s raining outside or the weather is bad otherwise then he’ll opt for cuddling on the bed or couch with you. He’s a touchy guy, the only time he’ll let up is when you need to use the bathroom. But even then he’ll whine to no end.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He knows that he can’t be home for too long, so he definitely admires your patience with him. It takes quite a lot of it to date a soldier. Another thing he admires about you would be your loyalty and trust in him. He’s abroad for months at a time, but you don’t question his intentions, believing that he’ll stay with you. And that he will. Soap wouldn’t betray that trust. You don’t message him every time you’re being insecure about your relationship because there’s no need to be. Soap makes sure you feel loved and that you’re the only one.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He’d go about it in the same way he’d prefer to be handled during tough times. He, too, can be a patient man and will listen to your every woe, should you want to tell him about it. Although he may not have the best advice for everything, he’ll certainly try. If you want your favorite dish, he’ll cook it for you. If you just want to cry on his shoulder, he’ll let you while he holds you.

If you’re having a panic attack then he’d try to calm you down immediately, getting you away from whatever might be causing you even more distress. He’s learned a thing or two about calming down, so he’d just talk to you, distracting you from it all until you feel better. This guy has plenty of stories to tell, funny ones too. He’ll calmly talk to you, trying to not have his accent be as thick as it usually may be either so you can understand him.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He’s a more traditional man, so I can see him wanting to get married to you eventually. He dreams of the day he gets down on one knee, pulling out the little box with the ring in it and asking you the big question. Afterwards he’d love to have a dog with you. A rather big one as well, like a St. Bernard or a German Shepherd. Soap loves picturing the kind of future where his dog will lie on top of you while you try to get it off and complain to him about him taking pictures of it. He may love being a soldier, but he adores you and would do anything for you.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He believes himself to be more dominant than he actually is. Sure, he can take on the role of being the more dominant person among the two of you, but he will step back as well if he needs to, or wants to. When it comes to your well-being, though, that’s when he’ll get very aggressive. Someone sleazebag is flirting with you? Soap’s won against plenty of people, so this fucker will be no exception. However, he can appreciate a suggestion you have made as well and will follow directions. Sometimes he does like letting you take the reigns as well, though.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

It’s not very hard to annoy him, even if he can hold himself back usually. But when it all gets too much he’ll get a bit louder for a moment before going quiet. He’ll be passive aggressive the entire time, even if he won’t outright insult you. He knows when emotions are appropriate, so he can control them 80% of the time. Won’t insult you, won’t yell at you either, but he will hiss at you. Give him some time to cool down and think it all over and he’ll forgive and forget. If he’s in the wrong he’ll apologize, if you’re in the wrong he won’t forget as easily without an apology, but he’ll forgive.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Yes, he’s very aware of what you’re doing for him. It’s not a given that someone as wonderful as you stays with him, even less so that you do what you do for him. He’s very grateful and will show such as well. Gives you chocolates and flowers, will take you on dates and outings, will do whatever he can to pay those favors back as well. He loves you and you should know that, so he will cling to you like a koala. Either that or he’ll help you with the chores when he’s not as tired anymore after deployment. Either way, you won’t be alone with doing the chores while he’s around.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

There’s plenty of things he doesn’t tell you, actually. Sure, there are some confidential missions he can’t tell you about, so there’s always that. However, he still does have some pride, so he won’t always tell you when he’s in pain either. He can take it like a man, no need to bother you with that sort of thing. He’s also pretty good at hiding his injuries and how much pain he’s in, if it isn’t too overwhelming. But other than that he’s a pretty honest guy and will tell you just about anything. You deserve to know everything about him, but likewise he expects you to be honest and open with him as well. A relationship can only truly prosper with communication.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

I think you would likely be able to help him with calming down a bit and finding a purpose in life that wasn’t being a soldier. He’s always been an active guy with a knack for chemistry and weaponry, so he wanted to put that knowledge to good use. However, ever since he’s gotten with you he realized that not everything needs to be about work or war. He can definitely appreciate the smaller things with you, like receiving a flower crown from you. You make his life more worthwhile and he finally has something to look forward to that isn’t just work. He has someone to come home to, and that’s worth a lot in his eyes.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

It depends on the person stealing your attention. If it’s, say, Ghost, then he doesn’t mind as much since he knows Ghost has no ill intentions with you. But if it’s some random person then he definitely gets jealous if you spend too much time with them. Starts brooding and getting closer to you, wrapping an arm around you, maybe even kissing your cheek while he’s at it. If it was appropriate, he would growl at the person as well, trying to get them to go away. You’re his and no one else’s. Doesn’t apologize for his behavior either, if he’s jealous then he’s jealous, and that’s that. You’re more than welcome to act the same way with him as well, by the way.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He’s not too bad at kissing. Soap has had a few high school sweethearts, so he’s definitely kissed before and takes it easy. He wasn’t particularly stressed out about your first kiss together either and just let it happen. Although he was being cheesy and asked you to close his eyes before he kissed you. It was a gentle kiss since he wasn’t too sure if you truly liked him the way he likes you and he didn’t want to make you too uncomfortable. But when you told him you felt the same way he quickly gave you another kiss.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

I don’t think he’d make too much of a fuss about it. He’d take you to a nice park on a nice day, maybe have a picnic with you and then casually ask you if you wanted to be a thing together. It’s not too bad if you say no, even if he’d be crushed, but he could just play it off and continue the picnic and be friends with you. Would love to watch the clouds go by while lying on the blanket with you. That’s also when he might confess to you.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Yes, he definitely wants to get married. He wants nothing more than to have a spouse to come home to. With you wearing an apron, asking him if he wants dinner, a bath or you first. It’s cliched, but he’d melt if you ever called him honey. I think he’d think his proposal through, though. It’s important to him, but he still wants the day to be fun, so he might take you to an amusement park and propose to you on the ferris wheel, sincerely hoping it stops while you’re on top and can view the entire city. The marriage would be sweet, he’d be even more doting on you. Would proudly introduce you as his spouse. 

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Although they’d start out as a joke where he would mimic those embarrassingly sweet couples calling each other embarrassingly sweet things, he’d eventually take a liking to things such as pumpkin, pudding, or cutie pie. Naturally, there’s also things like babe and baby. If he can reference a stupid meme, he will. You’re also his silly little rabbit, no matter how much you dislike that nickname.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s somewhat obvious to others. Soap is much more inclined to gravitate towards you and try to spend as much time with you as possible. He likely also won’t leave you alone unless you ask him to. He becomes much more chatty with you and brags about his accomplishments as well. Might even flex for you, even if it’s cringe. You need to realize how strong and awesome he is. Also does you a lot of favors, you don’t need to repay him. See? Isn’t he just the ideal guy? Isn’t he just so dateable?

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

If it was up to him either one of you would be holding the other at any point in time. He’s not afraid to show the world you’re a thing, he will brag about you to everyone willing to listen. Even if he’s being called embarrassing, he’ll just keep on going. The world needs to know just how lovely you are, that you’re the best partner anyone could have ever asked for. Kisses you in public, hugs you in public, cuddles you in public. If you’re comfortable with it.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He’s a very observant guy, so he’ll almost always know what’s up just by watching you for a bit. You’re happy? You’re sad? You’re mad? Don’t worry, he can pretty accurately gauge your emotional well-being just by watching you for a bit. Does what he needs to do to either cheer you up or keep you happy afterwards.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He’s somewhere in the middle. While he may not be the most romantic person out there, he does dream of kissing you under the moonlight and dance with you then and there as well. When it comes to making you happy he’d do just about anything. You want a cat? You want some cuddles? You want him to kill that guy for you? Just ask for it, you’ll receive whatever you want, you’re his partner and therefore very important to him. He tries to get a bit more creative with what he gifts you and actively searches for things online. But usually he just settles for showing you Scotland. His country is important to him as well, so he hopes you can appreciate it as much as he appreciates you. He means well, he’s just very easily excited about it.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Oh, definitely. It doesn’t matter what your goal may be, he’ll do what he can to help you achieve it. You wanna work out? He’ll go to the gym with you. You wanna get better mentally? He’s there, cheering you on every step of the way. You wanna be independent? He has connections, you’ll get your dream job and dream pay, don’t even worry about it. As long as you let him help you, he will. And even if you refuse his help he will somehow weasel himself in anyway and help you out, even if you won’t ever know about it.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Although repetition can be a nice thing, he does prefer having something new every once in a while. Sometimes he wants to see another country with you, sometimes he wants to try new foods with you, sometimes he just wants to watch a new movie with you. It doesn’t always need to be the most exciting thing with you, even the small things suffice, but he needs something new. The same routine every time bores him to death and annoys him as well. Again, something small will suffice for some time, but then it’s definitely time for a vacation away from it all.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He likes to think he knows you quite well by now. He can remember things very well too, so if you ever mention a fun fact about yourself, chances are he’ll remember it forever. If you ever want something, no matter how small it is, Soap will remember and you’ll get it eventually. He’s also an empathetic person. He sees you and feels what you’re feeling, at least to some degree. Probably not with the same intensity that you do, but he tries to understand you. 

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

His relationship with you is very important to him, as important as his friendship with Ghost, Gaz and Price. The four of you are the most important people in his life, along with his family, and he’d do anything to keep you safe and happy. He does hope that you can get along with the other three as well, though.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Has probably tried to serenade you before. His voice is by no means bad, but it’s his accent that makes you giggle. He does lay it on extra thick as well when singing I’m Gonna Be just to hear you laugh a bit. He mostly just sings to you to hear your giggles and see you smile, but he does like singing and whistling to himself when he’s alone.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Yes. Soap loves nothing more than holding you close whenever he can, especially if you haven’t seen each other in months. When he’s tired you can be certain he’ll be all over you the entire time until he falls asleep. And even then he has an iron grip on you so you won’t escape him. He’s a human furnace as well, so while it may be pleasant in winter, it’s hell in summer. But that’s the worst part about him, he doesn’t mind being sweaty as long as he gets to cuddle you. He’s used to being sweaty anyway, he can just shower it off, but he needs to hold you or else he’ll combust.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Whenever he can, he’ll text or call you. He knows it’s not always the time for such a thing, but he’ll do it anyway. Sometimes, he’ll call you just to hear your voice and fall asleep to it. He imagines himself doing all the domestic things to you he can’t do in the moment, it helps him fall asleep when his heart is aching for you yet again. Sometimes, when he’s just on base and not necessarily being deployed, he’ll steal a plushie from you and take it with him, cuddling it in your stead at night. It does help him sleep better.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Soap would literally kill and die for you. He has this sense of camaraderie to him, and that extends to you as well. He’d fight for you, he’d take a severe hit for you. Anything to make sure you’re alright . Soap is loyal to a fault, so even just someone looking at you the wrong way warrants a fight, in his eyes. You’d need to remind him that none of this is necessary, that you’ll be alright and then he’ll calm down. But don’t you ever think that this man won’t blow up entire buildings just to watch you smile. He’ll make his own explosives as well, if he needs to.

#cod #cod x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #This took me almost two hours to write ^^; #I think I'm just gonna do Nikolai and then only accept up to five letters at a time for a character and not do the whole thing ^^; #also this is not proofread I am too tired to proofread this right now #I'm sure it'll be alright though #I was so happy to receive a request for Soap! my brain's been Soaping as of late again! #plus I love that little stinker with all of my heart and much more! #I hope these are alright! feel free to interpret these things the way you would want as well! #I missed Soap he's such a good character I wish I could hold and cuddle him irl as well #but alas my imagination will have to do! #writing about Soap cuddles is definitely cathartic though!

[zigtheeortega]

they're flipping tyril off <3

i wiped my computer recently and found this in the depths of my commissions folder when backing everything up – i can't believe i forgot about this gorgeous piece! thank you so much to @plejaades for capturing my vision! i miss zilyana and mal a lot and i have not played blades 2... but happy book finale day to all who celebrate !!! :)

#playchoices #blades of light and shadow #mal volari #mal volari x mc #choices fanart #my commissions #i cannot remember what tags i use for the life of me #i'm so sorry about posting this literally like two years late KMDKMDKF #i def planned to post this a long time ago but since i've been so mia i guess it completely slipped my mind #i also miss writing them SO MUCH you don't even know .. some of my fav fics of all time have been them

[fras-redacted-shapes]

Alan Wake (whose face and voice we find on Thomas Zane and Casper Darling, respectively) ends up in an antagonistic relationship with Alex Casey (whose face and voice we find on Sam Lake and Zachariah Trench, respectively).

Casper Darling and Zachariah Trench? By the end, their relationship was antagonistic.

The Casey-Trench voice was once a guide-friend for Wake-Darling.

And then, they were fighting.

One was suspicious of the other, thinking he was lying, hiding something.

While the other was unaware of the darkness that was growing and consuming the former's mind, his ignorance letting it fester. Feeding it, even.

The original faces, Thomas Zane and Sam Lake? In this latest iteration they've spoken with their own voices while in the Dark Place, only in the presence of a camera.

Alan Wake and Zachariah Trench? In the end, while in a nightmare dimension, both get shot by a woman who both of these men meddled in their lives, threatening the well being of their loved one.

At least one had a hand in his fate, willing it, accepting it. The other? He was fully gone, his will overtaken by the nightmare.

A version of Alex Casey did say it after all. He and writer, they were the same.

And finally, the real Sam Lake? By happenstance he offered his face for a collaborative project, and became a symbol. Even if he tried to fight it, tried to replace it, he had to concede. The story demanded it, as if writing it wasn't enough, the narrative claimed his visage.

There's no need to make overt mentions or put the image of the Ouroboros in posters. The serpent is interwoven in the fabric of the narrative itself.

#now we're only missing a scene with tom zane and sam lake being best friends and the mirror image will be complete #not so much theory crafting more like rambling #because Alex Casey hated Alan's gut the first time he met him on Cauldron Lake's shore lmao #remedy writing in mirroring-self-consuming #self-generating loops and spirals #alan wake 2 #remedy connected universe #control remedy #zachariah trench #casper darling #tom zane #alan wake #dunno where I read that Ilkka Villi's accent was too thick back then so Remedy went with a different actor for Alan's voice #which if true it would an excellent companion to Sam Lake giving his face to Max Payne due to limited budget #One was like: we only have enough money to pay for James McCaffrey's voice #The other: yeah we can afford two actors for Alan Wake #Then a few years later: we are going to exploit all these little fun facts and make them an integral part of the narrative #remedyversetxt

[navstuffs]

The Tragedy of Leon S. Kennedy

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: When your partner Leon. S Kennedy disappears after investigating an old laboratory facility, you take matters into your own hands.

Warning tags: ANGST HORROR, 16+, hurt/some comfort, infected!leon

Author's Notes: it seems every time i write an angst fanfic, i challenge myself on how can i make it worse next time(emptiness, creep). this fic is based on this fanart by @hurrakka, thank you so much for letting me write about it! also thanks for the support @90sbee and my husband, who gave their insightful opinions <333. enjoy!!

my halloween's masterlist

The world is unfair. Cruel. Brutal, cold, and heartless. To some more than the others. 

Take a look at Leon S Kennedy's life, for example. For someone who always fought for others and kept the weak protected even in his lowest moments, moments that he didn't believe he could do, where he couldn't believe in himself, his life seems unfair. 

A man who had never had a chance to do HOW he desired. Especially on saving lives. He wanted to help people, but not like that. Leon S. Kennedy could have been a teacher, a firefighter, or a cook. They help people in their own way. But no life is unfair. Stuck into a job he was forced to. How much helping and constantly fighting a battle couldn't destroy a man? How much is given? How much is enough?

Until Leon Kennedy disappeared. The last contact was in an old laboratory facility, deactivated long ago.

One would think the disbelief over their best U.S. agent not returning would have made the efforts to locate him fast, but no. None of his direct superiors seemed to give a damn about it. Who would have thought Leon Kennedy would vanish like that? Because the word infected never came into anyone's mind.

Maybe he had run away. He seems to deserve it, right? Leon had found happiness with that mysterious black-haired agent he kept encountering and decided to run away with her. Living on a remote island where misery and unfairness couldn't touch him. Where the government couldn't use him anymore.

That's what the ones closest to him wanted to believe. It is way easier to imagine Leon with his swimsuit sunglasses, drinking a piña colada, sunbathing, and relaxing.

If life had any decency in being fair, that's what should have happened.

They strongly advised you not to go there. Your superiors thought this whole mission would be a waste of time. Agent Kennedy considered M.I.A. now was, yes, one of the greatest, if not the best, agent they had ever had. Still, your superiors couldn't waste any more resources on finding Agent Kennedy as if they ever tried. As if they cared about him in the first place.

It had to be your close relationship and accomplishments with Leon Kennedy as your partner that allowed you to take five people whom you could trust. And some big name helped your case up in the hierarchy.

Your official mission was to search for what they did in that laboratory and find a cure. It's always about a cure. Your unofficial one? Find what the heck happened to Agent Kennedy. 

When you arrive at the old laboratory facility, you understand the place is a maze. With numerous floors underground, you went in the front as the most experienced and the leader of that mission.

"Are you really willing to sacrifice the life of five agents for one?" 

As you and your team start going down more levels, it is clear how easy it is to get lost in that place. You don't even know why and how they sent Leon alone here for the first time, especially with the amount of infected appearing from different rooms attracted by the lights and sounds. Your team takes it one by one quick, but it's clear as day no one was supposed to come to this place in the first place.

As you start going down more levels, the amount of Infected rises. You try to think like Leon would like he taught you: search for any way to get into their plans, the most secure way to get there without putting your team at risk. 

You finally get to an open and dark area where the number of infected practically lessens. Zeroes. 

There is no sound ahead of you, and the air becomes stagnated. Something is down there: waiting and observing your group. You warn your team to pay attention when you hear shots from behind you, followed by a horrified scream and someone getting ripped apart. Then, just darkness and the same silence as before.

That can't be a normal infected. You have read about this: some infected are different and showcase special abilities, making them harder, almost impossible, to kill. You dash to the back, where your team member disappeared, pointing the flashlight to the walls. You see a black mass moving away inside the darkness, too fast for you to reach. 

Before you can assess the situation, the team member in front gets suddenly dragged away without even screaming. You go into high alert mode, warning your team to focus on any signs of this Infected, clearly faster than the normal ones. 

Maybe the answer to what happened to Leon.

One by one, the rest of your team members get taken down. You don't know what or where to shoot. This Infected had to be at least uncommon or Special. With no other option, you and the last team member run away. You tell him to run first, protecting his back, squinting your eyes so you could see. 

When you are almost on the 3rd floor, the special infected pounces above your head, immediately killing your team member with its giant claw. It has the body format of a human, making sure the claw is pierced all the way down inside the body. It makes no sound, his back toward you, a low growl echoing in the darkness. 

You gulp, slowly raising your flashlight as the monster turns in your direction, looking directly at you.

It is Leon.

Except it isn't Leon anymore. Whatever was left of him was gone, infected by this virus. 

Instead of an arm, a huge black claw comes from his sleeve, long enough to almost drag across the floor, and another grows from his other sleeve. You bite your lip, holding back a sob or a scream, watching his pale skin. How long has he been here? Leon retracts his lips, growling low, his blue eyes more yellow now. 

In a perilous situation, some people flee or fight. Some beg. You decide to do the most illogical thing.

"Leon?" 

You want to say there is a sign of recognition as if Leon S. Kennedy is still there, though deep down, you know it is impossible. Your partner. Your friend. The man you admire. He shouldn't have ended like this. The tears come out of your eyes, but Leon doesn't stop, moving toward you.

"LEON!"  

Nothing. You dragged your team down here, and Leon killed them all. How selfish. You deserve to die for what you did. And if Leon ever came to his senses, this would have destroyed him.

An unfair mission to save a man who never deserved to die. 

Life is so fucking stupid.

You start shooting through Leon's head, momentarily stopping him. Your only chance is to escape him because you don't think you can kill him. 

You dash, passing Leon, but you know you can't outrun him for long. Maybe you deserve him piercing your body with his claws.

For some reason, Leon stayed stuck in this facility. Maybe Leon is trying to keep himself down there, not to hurt anyone because he is still deep in that creature, a small part of him, and you brought people to be killed in a vain attempt to save him.

You have to find some sanity in this madness. A reason to continue fighting. 

You communicated through the comms a single word: "Extermination."

It is what Leon would have wanted, it is what you deserve. You just have to keep them in there until it happens. 

Those are the longest fifteen minutes of your life. Maybe your superiors knew something beforehand because, by the time the bomb was prepared, it took them less than thirteen minutes. Which made you wonder if they weren't trying to get off you in the first place. 

Less than two minutes now, and your job is entertaining the infected. You disturbed the wasp's nest, you deal with it. Leon is right behind you, taking down infecteds as nothing so he can get to you. You count the seconds for him to pounce and impale you, but he doesn't.

Dying right now would be your biggest reward.

Someone hurries you to get out of there. Do you really deserve it, though? Leon is dead. Your team members died horribly and painfully because of you.

"Do you know what you will do after all of this?" 

It was the end of your first mission with your new partner. You two sit by a cliff, your legs dangling, Leon lying in the grass at your side. Dirty but alive. Maybe a sprain in your ankle, and Leon has his arm in an improvised sling from your shirt, but you live to see another beautiful orange sunset.

"There is an "after" all of this?" Leon jokes, making you giggle. "Get dinner?"

"Yeah? But after all of this? Retiring and moving to a paradise, maybe?"

Leon thinks for a moment, his eyes going to the sky. The helicopter to take you to safety sounds closer when Leon finally answers, the emotions emphasizing every word of his sentence.

"I am going to live."

You make a decision. Less than a minute now for the bomb to blow up.

You are going to live. 

For yourself, for Leon.

With a sudden shot of adrenaline passing through your veins, you run to the exit, not looking back. The thousands of growls and Leon follow you, but you ignore that. Bullets will be useless by the amount you have dragged. Someone on the comms asks your location, and you urge them to throw the bomb no matter what, bringing the zombies closer to the surface. Before you exit, closing the last door behind you, you quickly glance over your shoulder.

It is like those movie scenes when you cross your eyes with someone and have a conversation with them, just with your eyes. Yours cross with Leon's yellow ones, and in that milli second, before you close the door behind you, you ask for forgiveness. You apologize for bringing your team members into your mess. You tell him you shouldn't live, but you will. You tell him how much you love him. You apologize that the world never treated him with kindness.

The door closes behind you, and you continue running, hearing the jets getting closer. 9, 8, 7…

The roar in the door sounds like a scream. As if Leon is telling you to escape, to forget about him and not look back.

At precisely one second, when the door finally can't take it anymore, and you are meters away, three bombs get thrown, exploding the facility and everything inside. With the blast, you hit your head when you get pushed by the explosion.

You turn around, still lying down, stomach up, to look at the sky, breathing deeply. It is still blue, but you can't see stars with the smoke left by the bombs; you are like that empty sky right now, no stars, no moon, nothing. 

"I am going to live." You whisper to the night without stars. As a secret or a broken promise, only time will tell. 

taglist: @daydreamrot, @scar-crossedlvrs, @roseglazedlens, @sarahs-secrets2

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy fanfic #leon s kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy horror #i promise my other two fics for horror leon are better #missed writing for him so much

[rahabs]

This Horror Which Bleeds [ read on A03 ]

He'd known, realistically, that Lilith was gone, and that she'd no intention of coming back. The knowledge didn't make Lucifer anymore prepared to find her mark engraved on the Radio Demon's soul.

Charlie asks her father to check in with Alastor after the hotel's reconstruction. In the process, Lucifer makes a discovery, and things get worse before they get better.

#radioapple #appleradio #Lucifer Morningstar #Alastor #Hazbin Hotel Alastor #Hazbin Hotel Lucifer #This fandom missed the opportunity to call this ship 'radiostar' truly #Anyway I meant to make and post this AGES ago when I first released the fic back in February #But I travelled to the USA for my best friend's wedding and then was busy writing other fics when I came back/getting back to work #In the interim I have been FLOORED by everyone's response to it? Like? #15+ years of writing fanfiction and I have never in my life gotten such a response so thank you SO SO MUCH everyone! #Please accept this little moodboard that I made for it #And by popular demand I WILL be continuing this fic. I think I finally have a little outline for at least another chapter or two! #(Or three or four or etc.) #my fics

[skiitter]

Sometimes I’ll just be living my life and get absolutely fucking sidelined by dhr feels. It’s impossible to cope tbqh and I wish the fandom hadn’t become just Booktok with extra steps. I miss them and the absolute wretchedness of them as a ship and it sucks.

#the fucking reyloification of enemies to lovers has ruined it #I don’t want to write thinly veiled nondenominational smut fiction #every fic is just BDD and I hate it #does no one miss the sincerity of it all? #dhr #dramione #I know it’s cringe in 2024 to ship hp characters and I’m sorry but I love the two of them so much #and I wish I could create in a space that wasn’t 100% performative

[drinkingdeadpeopletea]

Title: "flash-frozen in the driver's seat" Fandom: Midst (Podcast) Categories: G, Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, Complete Word Count: 3613 Characters: Phineas Thatch, Tzila Guthrie

“Why do you have that?” Tzila asks. Phineas opens his eyes. She’s pointing at his abacus with the back of her pen. He looks down at it and frowns. “It’s my abacus.” “I know what an abacus is,” says Tzila, rolling her eyes. “Why do you have Caenum? Didn’t being a soldier and solving mysteries or whatever get you a ton of Valor?” Phineas and Tzila have a conversation in the quiet halls of the Lazaretto.

(hi everyone it's ME again! back with another midst missing scene i couldn't stop thinking about.)

#midst #midst podcast #my writing #i like phineas so much and i think his season 2 pre-moth headspace is. well. it's terrible in a way that i find compelling #and i think tzila's 'you were pretending to be my friend!' in 2.15 implies that they'd hung out more than we see in canon #AND i think tzila's relationship with the trust is potentially SUPER interesting #in that way that when you're twelve you're very sure you know what's right but it's often so influenced by what your parents/ #people you look up to tell you about what's right. but on the other hand! she misses the highest light! she grew up there! #also i do love miscommunication plots. i think all the things tzila and phineas and lark are not #saying to each other and not understanding about each other in season two are super fun to write dialogue around #so anyway here's this hope you like it <3 #also i really included SO many Proper Nouns in this summary without even noticing it asljsldkjflksj #yeah yeah we all know what valor and caenum and abacus and lazaretto mean

[imagionary]

could we get some spruce? hes Such a character and needs a whole lotta love

I love Spruce! He and Chip have known each other for so long, and count each other like brothers. Spruce misses their old cabin that they built together,,

#Spruce misses working at D. Foresting and Logging Co.; he misses Chip #In our AU both Spruce and Chip worked with D. Foresting and Logging Co. for quite a bit #Although Chip worked has a consultant (safety primarily) over with S.C.R.E.W.; B.E.L.T.; and C.R.A.N.K. as well #Spruce is 9 years older than Chip and counts him like a little brother #Spruce is 55 and Chip is 46 rn in our AU; they've known each other since Spruce with 27 and Chip was 18 #So quite a bit of history between the two of them #Spruce works with logging and deforsting with Alton and the both don't know much about what goes on inside C.O.G.S. Inc #since their positions are outside #Spruce has been told by Misty about what C.O.G.S. Inc has done to Chip... and what the firing process is like inside #Spruce misses Chip.. he wishes he never took up the offer and winding up cursing Chip too #imagionary rambles #I think imma write lore and stuff in the tags instead of the main posts #I feel better doing so idk why xD #I hope that's okay! #ttcc #toontown corporate clash #toontown: corporate clash #toontown #spruce campbell #treekiller #chip revvington #chainsaw consultant

[kicktwine]

alphinaud and alisaie are an example of siblings written by people who know siblings very well and choose to have them call each other brother and sister, proving that telling people not to write this quirk because it gives away that you’re an only child is just shorthand for how it’s a common warning indicator of thoughtless sibling writing and isn’t actually the problem itself

#they’re so siblings I like their writing very much. This post was just an excuse to be like wow so twins #The random and inexplicable opportunities to dunk on the other one which are Immediately taken no explanation why #the fact that as soon as something Bad Happens they both freak out and need to know the other one’s fine and not hurt #even volunteering each other for things without asking and they just do it. Unless they don’t wanna. yeah #it’s like calling your dad father. If they wouldn’t call their dad father or their mom mother don’t have them call their sister sister #It’s a character trait not a siblings trait. these two DEFINITELY call them mother and father. in canon even #alphinaud deffo tattled on his sister earlier he was like alisaie was not being very gentle :/ and I was like I’m sure she wasn’t #complete side note. dadbahn #raudad #barret and raubahn fistbumping dramatically with the flaming words POWERFUL DAD behind them #they can’t shake hands their missing arms are on opposite sides o(< #powerful dads with beautiful brown eyes gentle smile so soft. Machine gun magic. Powerful Dad #kipspeak #but also sis is so uncommon I literally call my sister bro. In the Same way that you’d call your friend bro. just ban sis unless it’s #specifically something your character does on purpose

[candied-cae]

All I have to say about tonight's episodes is that I deserve a new Frenchie song RIGHT GODDAMN NOW

I have been waiting oh so very long, looking forward to my little guy's delightful little jams, and now that The Revenge isn't just the most depressing boat sailing across the Caribbean, he better put that fucking lute in his hands and get to work.

I need a new sprightly little pirate song to play when I need a dopamine hit. Please, Frenchie, have mercy on me.

Please, David Jenkins and Joel Fry, have mercy on me.

#Cae Has Lots of Feelings About Our Flag Means Death #I need a new Frenchie song like I need air to breathe #You don't get it - I almost cried in my car today zooming down the highway when 'A Pirate's Life' played bc I missed that vibe so much #I miss the joy and upbeat catchy little tune #And I was so hoping we'd get more than two this season #And I know we're only 3 episodes in #BUT I NEED THEM NOW #I can't be expected to continue on this mortal coil in this condition #I need my jaunty little seafaring tunes to survive in this world like how some people need cigarettes #Give me my Frenchie singing fix or I'll start shaking and writing more Room People Fics to fill the whole in my heart #Our Flag Means Death #OFMD #Our Flag Means Death Season 2 Spoilers #Our Flag Means Death Spoilers #OFMD Spoilers #OFMDS2 #OFMD s2 spoilers #OFMD Frenchie #Joel Fry

[just-avocado]

[Accompanied story below <3]

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“Bobbyyyy!” “I love you Bobby!!”

The boy grinned as wide as he could as he waved to his mami, his papi, and all the other players who had travelled so far to see him.

They all waved back, everyone one of them was smiling, holding up their smiles for one minute longer if it meant the little boy could rest with peace of mind.

There were so many things left unsaid, too little time, too many emotions at the brink of overflowing. Bobby could see it in their eyes and he knew they could see it in his. But this wasn’t about that, he needed to stay strong, he couldn’t let them leave knowing he was afraid.

The boy swallowed those feelings down until the gentle hiss of the closing wall hit his ears. The last thing he heard was his mothers strained “I love you”, her voice laced with tears she couldn’t let him see.

“I love you too!” He’d tried to sign, but by then it was too late. The loving faces of his family had been replaced by the same cold, white quartz that now surrounded him. He’d known this was how it would end. Ten minutes, that’s what Cucurucho had said so that’s what Bobby had prepared himself for.

It had been easy to distract himself from the reality of it all when Jaiden and Roier were there to hold him. But now that they were gone, there was nothing else on his mind. 

The little boys lip trembled as he begged with all his might that the wall would reopen. His mami and papi would run in to hold him, to bring him home, as tío Bad and tío Cellbit tore Cucurucho to shreds. Bobby would have the final blow and everyone would cheer.

The Federation would never dare come near him or any of the other eggs again. He’d see Richarlyson again. He’d watch the sunset. He’d paint one more picture and then a hundred more after that, in his own home, not within the claustrophobic walls of this cage.

His mami could finish her story about the egg with overalls that took over the world. His papi could take him on another adventure only this time Bobby would always listen when he said to be more careful. He swore he’d listen.

Bobby felt a small sob escape his lips.

He should have listened.

If he’d listened he could be doing all those things and more.

But he didn’t. He was alone and he was dead.

The little boy could only wrap his arms and tiny wings around himself, desperate for any comforting touch he could get. He was dead. Deaddeaddeaddeaddead. Bobby forced his eyes shut, trying to stop the panicked tears flowing from his eyes. 

Was this it?

Was he just going to be here? Forever? Locked away in this place his family could never find him? Was he really never going to see any of them again? He could feel a deep pit in his stomach open at the thought.

With trembling arms, Bobby moved to wipe the salty tears from his face.

The sensation brought him back to the week before. Or was it less than that? Him and Richas had been playing tag around the Favela. Tío Pac and tío Mike had been taking care of his friend that day, and compared to his paranoid tío Cellbit and Forever, they were trusting enough to let the two boys out of their immediate sight.

And in a very, VERY rare moment of weakness Bobby had missed a step on a small set of stairs while running and received an extra painful shortcut to the bottom.

Now Bobby was no cry-baby, in fact he’d never cried in his life. But the spike of fear as he fell and the painful rocks digging into his skin were really pushing it. And Richas, because he was dumb and slow (and also it), took forever to get down to him. However, once he did, he didn’t make fun of him. Instead, he quietly took his oversized sleeves and used them to clean the dirt from his friend’s face. If there was a bit of tears smeared there too, neither of them commented on it.

At the time Bobby had just shrugged him off, insisting that he was fine and didn’t need his help. Now, there was nothing Bobby wouldn’t give to have him there.

But he wasn’t there, Bobby was alone.

Richas was alive, in fact he probably didn’t even know that his best friend was dead.

The boy had sworn next time Bobby visited he would demand a rematch, as if he could ever actually beat him at tag. If Bobby had just listened, maybe they would have gotten that chance.

“No, no, estoy cansado, hijo.”

“Es demasiado peligroso, dejémoslo para otro día.”

Bobby couldn’t get mad at his papi, he was the one who had run in after all.

“BOBBY, BOBBY, VE A LA PUERTA”

“BOBBY DÉJAME, CORRE"

If he’d just listened…

“BOBBY!”

The anguished screams of his father still rang in the boys ears. His breathing only quickening as he relived those final moments. The axe of the Vindicator breaking through his armor and lodging itself deep into his chest. The pain like an explosion, deafening all other sensations. The arms of his papi as he desperately tried to carry them both away, only to be overpowered himself moments later. 

All at once the two realized what was happening. They were both down, bleeding out into the deep wooden floor of the mansion. A mansion thousands of blocks from any homes. No one would be able to save them. No one would even know what’s happening until their death messages pinged on every com.

As Bobby failed to blink the blurring from his vision he felt his papi use the last of his strength to pull him close. If the younger’s head was a little clearer he would have apologized. If every movement wasn’t a fresh shot of fire into his veins he would have hugged his papi back. But as the pain evolved from boiling to ice cold and his vision turned black, his only fleeting thought was the hope this was all a nightmare and he’d wake up safe at home.

This unnatural, horrible, evil place was the exact opposite of home. No matter how much he wished for the familiar walls of his room or the countless paintings in his apá’s attic the walls remained the same. He’d never feel the comfort of his home again, would he?

That last thought was all it took for the poor boy to finally break.

Bobby’s legs gave way beneath him as he crumbled to the ground, finally letting all those ugly feelings out. The fear, the regret, the sadness, the anger, the pain. He felt his heart unravel and fall apart as his whole body shook with anguished sobs.

Even when Bobby was still alone, before he’d known the love of family, of friends. Back when he still wondered if the great dragon that had brought him into this world would ever wake up. He still hadn’t felt this helpless.

To think that was only two months ago.

It hurt, so so much. It was amazing to the boy how the pain he felt now was somehow so much greater than the day before. That this burning in his heart was somehow more scaring than the iron blade of a monster.

Bobby wondered if this was how they felt too. The children that had died before him.

Trump had been forgotten, present enough for adults to notice him, but not enough for them to realize he’d been all but abandoned.

Tilín, the closest thing to a sibling he’d had, neglected by their father and accidentally killed by their tío Charlie.

And Juanaflippa, there to witness her friends death, her papa’s exile, brought back from hell due to the pure determination of her parents, only to be dragged back a day later by the stray blade of her own mother.

A small part of Bobby realizes that compared to them, that despite his situation, he is lucky. Lucky to have had loving parents who never let him go hungry. Lucky to have the chance to make so many new friends. Lucky that so many cared enough to brave thousands of blocks of uncharted land just for the chance of his revival. Lucky that despite his carelessness and his pride the Federation granted him ten minutes alone with his mami and papi before he had to leave for good. Bobby hated the Federation with everything he had but…

Thinking back to the day of their funerals, filled with broken sobs and burning grief. The final goodbyes, final words, final embraces, final promises. If nothing else Bobby would hold onto the saddened laughs and smiles of his ever growing family as he ensured their last memory of him would be full of as much light as he could possibly share.

As Bobby failed to wipe away his tears he could almost imagine Tilín there with him, almost feel their hand on his. A constant missing piece ever since that day. He’d hated Charlie for so long after he’d seen him hunched over the body of his sibling, desperately trying to find any remaining life, something to save.

The hand moved slightly, running a comforting thumb over his knuckles.

The boy blinked his eyes back open in shock. Two large, maroon eyes blinked back. Bobby could feel his breath get trapped somewhere in his throat as as Tilín slowly moved his hands from his face to wipe away his tears.

They looked exactly the same as he last remembered. Shoulder length black hair tied into a tiny ponytail with a vibrant red ribbon. Eyes wide with kindness yet with a subtle mischief underneath. An oversized, dark blue jacket like the one their father wears. Small, golden yellow wings sprouting from their back. Bobby never thought he’d see them again.

Bobby was no stranger to the island’s tricks but as Tilín carefully helped the boy back to his feet he had no doubt in his mind that this was the same Tilín he’d known and loved and grieved. Somehow, left to rot in this horrible pristine room, Tilín had found him and he wasn’t alone.

With shakey hands Bobby signs the only thing he can. “You came for me?”

Tilín let out a huff of disbelief as if not being there was never even a possibility. “Of course I came for you, dummy.” They signed, with an exasperated smile. “We all did.”

“We?”

Tilín nodded happily as they spun to the side to reveal Trump and Juanaflippa a small distance away.

Upon seeing him the two enthusiastically waved their way. Bobby lifted his hand to give a small wave back before needing to wipe away at one last tear as his heart battled between disbelief and relief like no other.

“Are you ready?” Tilín signed, taking a step forward.

Ready? Oh…

“Is…” he paused, “Is it scary..?”

Tilín’s smile turned sad for a moment as they turned back to their brother. “Un poco si… pero that’s why we’re here, so you don’t need to feel afraid!”

Bobby didn’t know what to say, his breath hitched with emotion as his heart caught up to his brain. Bobby squeezed his sibling’s hand as his thoughts repeated like an echo. This is real. Tilín is real.

Tilín gave him a small smile, as if reading his thoughts.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna leave yet,” their hands motioned, “But I promise it’s much better than this stuffy place.”

“You bet!” Juanaflippa happily added, stepping up behind Tilín alongside Trump, “Don’t worry Bobby, the first step is the worst part, after that it’s a piece of cake!” Her smile was so genuine and encouraging, Bobby had almost forgotten it.

The boy turned to Trump, it was a weird feeling, seeing him so close again. Bobby frowned, thinking about how little he actually knew about his lost brother.

Trump sighed before signing, “That’s one way to put it but what Tilín said is true, it’s easier when you have a friend.”

The trio looked at each other.

“Or three,” he finished with a chuckle.

Bobby remembered a story Tallulah had shared (one from her abuelito apparently). He remembered it for it’s ending where the hero had died protecting her friends. Bobby had argued that the story couldn’t end that way but Tallulah just giggled and weirdly agreed. She flipped the page of her notepad and explained that her death hadn’t been the end of the tale.

It was the start of a new chapter.

One filled with those she had been missing during her life.

Maybe that’s what this was, Bobby thought. Not an end, but a beginning. One filled with a family he never got to properly know.

He’d miss everyone on the island. Bobby would remember the joyous laugh of his apá and the caring smile of his mami everyday. He would treasure his time with them all and hope they did the same in return.

Bobby looked up, gazing into the eyes of his siblings with a new spark in his heart. Because no matter what was thrown at him, Bobby always got back up.

As he signed his hands were still a bit shakey, only this time with a newfound, anxious determination. 

“Well what are we waiting for?”

The three lit up, Juanaflippa playfully elbowing Trump as she got a running start towards the faded white behind them, the walls of the room from before nowhere to be found.

“You saw him Trump! Race ya!”

Trump splurted out a laugh before quickly outrunning his sister.

Bobby’s grinned widened as Tilín began pulling him along, not to be outdone by their siblings. Giggles escaped their lips as they caught up pace.

As Bobby ran he thought of the many adventures ahead, ready to make every new moment count. 

And when he saw his mami and papi again he’d tell them every second of it. One day.

But for now until forever he’d enjoy every second he had with the family before him, together again.

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Thank you for reading :DDD

I wrote like 90% of this the night Bobby’s death was confirmed and then lost motivation for two months before finishing it lmao

Aaand I tried my best but before Bobby died I had never actually seen a Roier or Jaiden stream (now I watch them pretty often) so if there’s any inconsistencies such as how they refer to each other just ignore them for my sake XD

#qsmp #qsmp writing #qsmp bobby #qsmp tilin #qsmp trump #qsmp juanaflippa #qsmp eggs #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp jaiden #qsmp roier #it’s been TWO MONTHS MAN #and let’s not forgot that fucking birthday party #I wanted to cry I miss them all so much #BUT the angst potential tho #hence this #author is not sorry lmao #qsmp fanart

[risetherivermoon]

thinking abt hencedes again 🫶😭

#i love them sm #thinking abt writing a lil thing abt them because AUGH #love those two so fucking much #i miss mercedes :((( #rip my wife #dndads #dndads s1 #dungeons & daddies #dungeons and daddies #henry oak #henry oak garcia #mercedes garcia #mercedes oak garcia #hencedes #dndads odyssey #autumn rambles #🍁

[chenziee]

Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I was tagged by @quackquackcey! Thank you, Cey 🥺🤍

Alright, here we go! Newest to oldest posted.. though not newest to oldest written ahaha (Very much not surprised by the pattern xD I'm more surprised not all of them start with a 5-10 word sentence ahaha)

Red

LawLu for @/lovinglawzine

The first time Law noticed the red cord tangled around his little finger, he dismissed it.

The Plight of the (not) house cat

MarcoAce for @/opmarcozine

The first time it happened, Kotatsu didn't pay it any mind.

Fly, little bird (away from everything)

Marco & Izo for @/opmarcozine

The one time the Whitebeard Pirates had visited the Land of Wano, it was a peaceful and beautiful country.

Cigars, smoke, you, and I

SmoLaw commission for RitsukoRyoku

Punk Hazard was a mess.

Of Murder bunnies and stray marimos

ZoSan for @/zosanauzine

The sun was setting.

Revelations (we could do without)

LawLu chaos

Nami couldn’t believe it.

The Stubborn

ZoSan for @/zosanauzine (part of the Obstacles series)

They say that everyone has a soulmate out there somewhere.

World Economic Journal - Grand Line Edition

LawLu newspaper for @/truffyfest (reminds me i never finished posting this on here whoops)

A mere few days since Straw Hat Luffy and his crew appeared on Sabaody after disappearing off the face of earth for two whole years, they are already sending waves throughout the Grand Line and the entire world.

The Coming of autumn (sudden like your love)

LawLu Hades x Persephone AU for @/truffyfest

Contrary to popular belief, being the God of the Underworld was incredibly boring.

Menace

LawLu & ASL for @/truffyfest

To say Sabo was surprised would be a severe understatement as he watched Trafalgar Law and Luffy interact after all was said and done in Dressrosa.

#one piece #tagged #quackquackcey #lawlu #zosan #marcoace #marco #smolaw #thank you so much for the tag cey <33 #katie pretends to fic #only one of these is a 100% personal work and idk how i feel about that.. #but tbh i doubt i'd have anything to post at all if it wasn't for projects #i've been too out of energy for the past two years to write for myself.. #the deadlines help so so much in forcing me to write ahaha #life kicking my ass and i wouldn't write ANYTHING if it wasn't for zines xD #2020/2021 where are you i miss you

[homeless202]

I’m new here and I absolutely love your type of blogs with analysis and meta and long texts~~

I was wondering—is Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship the kind that could be interpreted as romantic?

first of all, welcome and ty! and sorry it took me so long to reply, i hope u're still around anon. now to answer ur question

i'll take this opportunity to share all my thoughts on the topic bc i have Many.

TLDR: it is possible to read it as romantic if you really want to, but it's not meant to (at least not as of right now in the story aka ch.224)

deep dive under the cut as to why

-> can Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship be interpreted as romantic?

i like how you phrased that bc, the thing is, interpretation is very subjective. you're welcome and allowed to interpret things however you want, but in EY&HJ's case, i feel like you'd have to work a lil extra hard to get to that point.

-> is Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship meant to be interpreted as romantic?

this one's easy bc no. objectively Not. the genre of No Home is drama and slice of life (and once upon a time, horror). even if they were to ever end up in a romantic relationship, that's not what the story is about.

when i ask myself what the author's intention is with this story, i'd say it's to (realistically) portray how a young person with trauma would navigate another young person's trauma. and showing how easy it is to unintentionally fuck it up for various reasons: lacking context as to what exactly said trauma is, generally not knowing how to navigate it, their own trauma getting in the way, lacking the necessary resources. take your pick.

think of it like "how should i carry someone else's baggage when i have my own to deal with?" while also keeping in mind they're kids; they often don't have enough experience to know how to help, and even when they know what the right thing to do is, they're not old enough to take (legal) action.

and especially, the most heart-breaking yet realistic thing, when you're just getting to know someone, you can't know everything about them. it's so easy to accidentally do or say sth that cuts or offends when it wasn't meant to. but when they've got their own issues, it's hard not to take it personally (eg. EY talking about HJ's parents without knowing his mom died not long ago in the beginning of the story).

-> what even is Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship??

this one's so funny bc i have no idea how to answer and i'm convinced not even EY and HJ themselves would know how to answer. they're not really friends; they got off on the wrong foot and kept walking with two left feet way too much to call themselves friends. the things that pushed them together the most were the dorms (not anymore) and the same friend group (more or less since EY has multiple).

what fits them best i'd say is "the universe forced us together against our will and now we're stuck with one another altho we hate each other" (<- at least in the beginning) extended with the "misery loves company" sentiment. finding comfort in someone who gets it, even tho they only kinda get it but not really but it works out anyway except it doesn't <- THERE'S NO NAME FOR THAT *cry* they invented a new type of character dynamic smh (i've never read a pairing with so much (romantic) potential only to see them completely fuck up their chance so royally by the end of their interaction EVERY SINGLE TIME. like yeah, enemies to lovers whatever BUT NOT TO THAT LEVEL HOLY SHIT)

they've changed each other, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse. they're compatible in the way they understand each other on a deeper level and incompatible in the way they don't.

...however...

this is how HJ thinks of EY: (and also what No Home is truly abt)

and this is how EY feels about HJ after EY found out HJ used to steal as well (aka that HJ isn't perfect like the stuck up bitch EY thought he was at first):

so...

<- -> EY's first impression of HJ was that he was looking down on him and sth like "does this guy have ulterior motives? or is he just that naive being so trusting?" until EY found out HJ wasn't that different from him. after that, EY started admiring HJ for still managing to achieve things in life despite the hardships he had to go through. the type of admiration that can easily (and sometimes does) slip into envy.

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since the beginning, EY has helped HJ (or at least tried to) without him knowing. sometimes it worked out, sometimes not. most times EY tried doing sth nice for HJ was (from EY's perspective) in return to HJ trying to help him or doing nice things for him (which, again, sometimes worked out, sometimes not). EY was just paying back a debt to "this stubborn naive guy who keeps getting into trouble and butting into his business. gotta look out for this idiot or he might get scammed." (<- eg. when EY offered to get HJ's money back from his uncle)

he doesn't do it for credit or friendship or out of obligation, he's just doing what he thinks is the right thing bc he doesn't want to owe anyone anything. he can't accept people just genuinely being kind, genuinely caring and genuinely wanting to help. but he's been learning and slowly coming to terms with it.

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<- -> HJ first wanted to try befriending EY despite not liking him bc, well, the guy did steal his wallet and stab him in their first interaction. after trying and failing at it multiple times, thanksgiving happened, and HJ started thinking of EY as his underclassman bc he realized EY's just a kid with issues and he should keep an eye on him (discretely bc EY hates pity).

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with time HJ has come to understand EY better by going after him whenever he ran off and slowly realized that EY does mean well and has his reasons (as fucked up as they might be sometimes). but his mentality abt EY is still "i gotta push him in the right direction cuz he's my underclassman and i unintentionally got attached to him (somehow??)" (also bc he knows EY already gave up on himself so he needs a lil help to find his way again. also also bc he knows EY is lowkey suicidal and he's scared it'll be his fault if sth happens) <- his care for EY comes from a protective/nurturing (/possibly maybe guilty) place which started when he realized EY was just a kid^^. in other words, HJ still bothers with EY out of a subconscious sense of responsibility/obligation in a way (a good way tho. or at least a way that gets better)

see, sth i struggle with is if HJ thinks he has to or wants to or thinks he should or can't just not help/care for EY. i can't exactly pinpoint where the sentiment is coming from. his face is too blank for me to read sometimes T_T

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to summarize: HJ is EY's goal, what EY wishes he could've been. and EY is HJ's 'responsibility' so to speak (bc 'burden' doesn't quite fit since HJ is there for EY willingly) -> EY has a positive opinion of HJ while HJ has a neutral opinion of EY (which is also gradually getting better)

note1: i think HJ's intention (maybe subconsciously) was to be to EY what HJ's upperclassman was to him. aka someone who's there when you need it and can help guide you. it would explain why HJ kept chasing after EY despite not really having a reason to and EY repeatedly rejecting HJ's care/help.

note2: i also believe the 'upper-under-classman' relationship dynamic fits them the best atm bc it also matches the way the story often singles EY out as he's the only second year (aka younger) of the 6 MCs.

-> Romance in No Home?

another thing i should mention is that No Home rarely leaves things open for interpretation. the deepest arguments EY&HJ had were always spelled out for us, to make us understand exactly what the problem was, and how there isn't a good guy and a bad guy. it's just two people with issuesTM.

from what we've seen in the story up to this point, i couldn't pick out a moment where i'd go "here! that's romantic! that's the moment they realized SomeThing!" yk

when it comes to romance specifically, i feel like a handful of opportunities were missed. there are scenes which could've easily been written trough a rosy lens but simply weren't.

exhibit A:

HJ was speechless bc "wow this mf really is actively picking a fight with an authority figure. i gotta make sure things don't escalate" not bc "hoLY sHiT hE's PreTTy. all his fangirls are on to something". however, this only becomes more clear when you keep reading the next few chapters, so i understand how you could interpret it as the latter.

exhibit B:

here they got so close and the moment was so deep bc "woaa he said he believes me. no one's said to me that before!". unfortunately, EY was panicking too much for it to mean something bc of the guilt he felt for HJ trusting someone so undeserving of trust like EY.

exhibit C:

this is maybe the closest we got to romantic between these two. i think this might be the only (or at least first) ever deep interaction between them that didn't end in a fight or misunderstanding. is it meant to be romantic tho? -> ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-> what do i think?

first, full transparency: i went into reading this story fully expecting it to be a BL and for EY&HJ to end up together. but the more i kept on reading, the more i got the ick thinking about them being in a (romantic) relationship bc, at least from what we've seen so far in the story, their relationship would be so ToxicTM (which i personally don't enjoy reading).

as they are right now, i wouldn't want them to be together like that. like, honestly, you still can't really consider these two even friends; they just tolerate each other if the stars align correctly (altho, i'll admit, their relationship is gradually getting better!!). every big argument they had i thought "god, there's no coming back from that. i'd cut ties so quickly if was them wtf". i still don't know how they managed to keep on interacting, props to them ig.

there's a lot of unresolved issues between them. and a lot of resentment which would not bode well in a romantic relationship. the smallest argument would turn explosive and they'd be, at best, in an on&off type of relationship. they both have the power to break the other and neither would be afraid to use it. they have a lot of history together, which is not always pleasant, so if they ever were to go the romantic route, it would have to be a long way to go.

technically, i could see them in a romantic relationship if they both went to therapy first and talked out all the baggage they're carrying (both individual and shared). realistically tho, what i think will happen at the end of No Home is that either they never cross paths again after high school ends (which would absolutely break my heart Wanan pls don't), or they somehow (unintentionally) end up living together bc they both desperately needed a roommate to pay rent (which would be a hilarious fucking gag LMAO). just, HJ going to uni/work and EY doing his own thing (prolly an actor) while still cohabiting together; hanging out to watch a movie before bed <- (whether platonic or romantic being left up for interpretation)

<- -> in conclusion, from what we've seen up to this point, their relationship is mainly upper-under-classman; reluctant (maybe) friends who tolerate each other but also care (too) deeply. they've changed each other, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse. in some ways they're compatible and in others they're not.

all this being said, their relationship is improving and romance between EY&HJ is not impossible, just rather unlikely imo. but, again, interpretation is subjective and u're welcome to read their relationship however you want.

#ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE IF YOU ARE DELULU ENOUGH!! THAT'S HOW SHIPPING WORKS IN GENERAL. IN EVERY FANDOM. #anon. this shit fried my head. it 3.30am and my brain is not braining anymore. i love analyzing these two but goddamn is it HARD. #THERE'S SO MUCH NUANCE TO EVERY INTERACTION THEY HAVE *cry* #life's been hectic and this question demanded i sit down in 7 different sittings to get everything written down. hence why it took me a bit #i tried to write down all my thoughts and i don't think i managed. but i hope what i have here makes sense. #and i also hope i actually answered ur question. i feel like i got side-tracked and possibly missed the target. #no home #no home manhwa #eunyung baek #haejoon goh #ey hj parallels #meta #집이 없어 #webtoon #god u guys have no idea how many times while reading i was like 'omg they're gonna kiss omg pls do' #only to keep reading and going like 'hoLY FUCK PLS DO *NOT*!! get away from him omfg!!' #the whiplash was fucking unreal. i remember honest to god SOBBING at 4am every time they fought <- that first time read was rough #also! if you agree/disagree/want to correct me or just talk about the topic i'm open to discussion/criticism. (just pls be nice abt it ><) #my ask box is open <3