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IM SCREAMING

Anything daisuke !!! Please I love that sunshine boy

Yet the Sun Still Rises

The beds on the Tulpar are really just shit. A box of cardboard would be more comfortable than the decrepit mattress they found in bulk at an estate sale. But at least they were beds.

Now all you have are scattered blankets and a thread-bare pillow. Exhaustion drags at your face, especially around your eyes, where gravity lays extra thick. It's hard to sleep with all the sounds of a dying spaceship, of people struggling to hang on just one more day.

You rub the back of your hand to your tired eyes, then rest it atop your forehead. Maybe you're getting sick; you should talk with Anya when it's "day" again.

A face presses to your neck.

You don't even flinch at this point, just curling your arm around Daisuke's neck as he molds himself into your side. It's unspoken, but well known, the need for comfort on both sides. So you drag the tips of your fingers over his face, tracing his features, before carefully carding them through his hair.

"It's. . ." Daisuke can barely be heard over the hum of broken machinery. You rub at your eyes again to distract yourself from it all, but to no avail. "It's another day tomorrow."

"Hm. And another. And another. And another."

The arms curled around your waist tighten their hold. "It's going to be a lot of days here." He pauses, turning further into your neck like he can hide from the reality of it. "It's gonna be the rest of our days here."

"Maybe." You whisper. "Or maybe they're on their way."

"Maybe." Daisuke hums.

It's not often the optimism fails, but the artificial darkness (or perhaps this is the real darkness, the light the only false thing-), fears creep up your spine and latch at the base of your brain. Is this it? The rest of your days living like this, hoping for nothing?

You don't like that possibility. You choose to believe something else.

But what else is there to believe?

"I want the rest of my days to be with you." Daisuke says, startling you with how. . . certain he sounds. "M-maybe it'll be here. Or maybe we'll go home. You could meet my parents." Guilt is crushing your throat. "They'll like you. A lot."

"I like you." You say through the lump in your throat. "A lot."

There's a smile against your skin, soft and warm and precious.

You choose to believe in the sun rising again.

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GRAHHHHH

I saw you take requests and I was soo happy!! I rlly loved that “easy smiles” Drabble u wrote abt curly n reader, so I’d like to request (pre-crash) having a late night conversation with him where reader is getting burnt out/struggling mentally and he can kind of tell? Romantic/platonic r both fine, maybe js some comfort from our fav captain? :) augehghh i want a hug from him so bad. if u don’t feel like writing this that’s more than okay, have a great timezone!! <3

You Can Talk To Me

He doesn't mean to catch you in such a vulnerable moment.

Curly only meant to get some water after hitting the john, but as he shuffles into the lounge, all he can hear is your shaky breathing. He blinks the sleep from his eyes, heart picking up speed as he spots you sat on the couch with your head tilted over the back, staring up at the ceiling.

You only notice him when he calls your name, stood at the edge of the couch.

"Ah," you snap your head up, obviously twinging the muscles of your neck, "oof." You rub the knots out, flashing a weak smile for Curly as he settles onto the couch next to you. "Aha. . . hi, Captain."

"Are you okay?" Curly asks, hands raised and unsure of what to do. Anya is asleep, and he's no real doctor himself, so the options for immediate help are limited.

"Oh, I'm fine." You waft your free hand at him. The lights of the fake window douse your skin in an almost sickly color, like all the blood is gone from your face. Your eyes look dull too. "Just, y'know. . ."

There's a long pause. Seems you can't think of anything to make an excuse out of.

Curly sits next to you, and tries to think. You've always been so. . . jolly, quick with jokes and ideas to lighten the mood. He knows you can't always be happy, but he's never been privy to the moments when your guard falls. This is a first for him, and he's surprisingly nervous.

He's comforted most everyone on this ship. He knows how to do it. So why does the thought of comforting you and doing it wrong scare him so much?

"You know. . ." Curly starts, frantically grasping at the words that are usually so easy. "I know it may seem. . . unprofessional, since I'm technically your boss-"

"You're captain." You agree with a nod that you immediately regret. The rubbing gets faster.

Curly huffs at you, burying amusement under concern. "You can talk to me. I'm higher up, but I'm not one of them." He gestures to the nearest poster of Polle. You shoot the horse a glare on instinct, but your face is quick to fall. "I just want you safe and happy."

The quiet returns, and with it his offer hangs heavy over the two of you. You stare down at your lap, hand still loosely clinging to your neck. Curly tries not to stare at you, but god, your eyes just look so. . . sad.

He wishes he could take your hand, show you he's here for you. But that wouldn't be smart, would it?

A heavy sigh rushes out of your nose. "I guess I'm just getting a little tired." Your face pinches as you say it, so Curly lets you piece your words together. "It gets repetitive, y'know? Everything is the same, day in and day out. I try my best, cause I know everyone here is feeling the same kinda stir crazy I am, but. . . I'm tired."

Curly lunges forward as your shoulders sag, palm pressed to the space between them before he can think better of it. "Yeah?"

"I miss plants." You tell him. "Trees, flowers, grass. I miss the sky and the sun. These damn monitors-" You throw an arm towards the screen in front of your both, face screwed up in disgust. "I hate them. They're not even close to something real. Hell, I'd take looking out into space over them."

Curly's thumb has started rubbing into the base of your neck without him realizing. He can't bring himself to stop, though.

"Back home, I could just visit somewhere new, meet new people, pet a dog and smell enough flowers to give myself asthma." You laugh a little at yourself. Curly smiles, and you return it, sheepish. "Sorry. I do like all of you. I hope I don't sound like I'm sick of ya."

"We like you too." Curly says with a pat on the back. "I get it, though. Days can blend together here, drive you crazy." An idea wiggles into his head, one he can't dismiss, even if it's technically against protocol. "If you want a change in scenery, I could show ya the cockpit?"

Your head snaps up again, and this time Curly is the one to rub the wince from your neck. "Really??" You flounder suddenly, and it strikes just how close he is to you. His face burns as he eases back, hand tingling from the touch of your skin. "I mean. . . if it's alright! I don't wanna impose if you're busy."

"Nah," Curly waves the worry away, "it's nothing. Hell, I could teach you how to fly, if you're interested?"

"Very much!" You chirp.

The lights dim further, probably a code Pony Express programmed to save energy while the crew slept. It didn't matter, though, for your grin and bright eyes lit up the entire damn spaceship.

You have never smiled at him like this before. Curly desperately wants you to do so every day, though.

"Then we'll do a lesson tomorrow." Curly says. He stands up, a hand offered to you. You take it, squeezing his hand before you let it go. "Try and get some sleep, okay?"

"Aye aye, Captain." You do a mock salute, striding off with a wave. "Sweet dreams!" As you pass through the door, you make sure to bow. "Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow!"

With you gone, Curly lets a grin take over his face, hiding it behind his hand.

Seems he's getting some alone time with you tomorrow. He's going to be having sweet dreams indeed.

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hi Ms.Flaire, are you okay with writing a Daisuke and Anya fic..? It's not intended as a ship, but I would like just something short and sweet, maybe a little hurt comfort. like .. she tells Daisuke about what happened to her, and he comforts her. Im sorry to ask for such a thing, but as someone who has been in her shoes before. I crave for that feeling of comfort that I was never given.

Of course dear. I understand, I've been in her shoes too.

Trigger warnings: heavier than what I would normally write. Talks about rape and the experience, just overall heavy.

Romantic/platonic?: platonic

Requested by: anonymous

Category: comfort fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): Anya x Daisuke

Word count: 627

Vultures

Anya hadn't been the same.

She felt disgusting in her own skin and felt like hands were creeping along her at all times, a possessive hold that made her want to throw up. All thanks to one man that ruined her life.

She couldn't bear to be around anyone very closely. They were all men and after what happened with one, she feared all of them. She feared their hands and their mouths and the way they'd approach. She felt as if she was an animal on the side of the road, not yet roadkill, being circled by vultures. Helpless and defenseless to anything that may happen. Unaware if they would swoop down to hurt her more.

The nurse couldn't even look in the mirror anymore, feeling a sense of dread whenever she looked at herself. Knowing that she had been violated and that her tormentor would get away with it since they were in the middle of space, and who would believe her when they got home to earth? It was painful. It was isolating. She felt so alone.

One young man had noticed her behavior, one that used to make her smile and laugh with his silly drawings and silly ramblings. Drawings of his were pinned onto the board in her office that she would find herself staring at, and yet they managed to make her feel so much more alone than before. One day, Daisuke came to talk to her. To see what was wrong.

He walked inside and saw Anya sitting on a stool, holding a printed photograph of an ultrasound in her shaky hands. She felt violated on the inside and the outside. A part of him would forever remain inside of her and it made her want to throw up. She hadn't even noticed Daisuke through her horror.

“Anya..?”

The sweet accented voice penetrated the thick air, and yet she couldn't look up at him. Couldn't respond. She continued to stare at the very thing inside of her that would forever haunt her and remind her of what Jimmy did to her. Daisuke approached nervously and took a peek at the printed photo in her hands, confused as to what it meant. Whenever he asked her, she was silent. But when she finally responded it shattered his heart.

Sobs bubbled up her throat as she choked and squeezed the photo tighter, her hands hurting from the sheer adrenaline of fear and panic rushing through her veins as she sobbed out an answer. The more she cried and told what felt like her only friend on this god forsaken ship, the more angry Daisuke became and yet the more sympathetic. He wanted to help her, but what could he do??

Silently, he took the photo out of her hands and replaced it with his own two hands. With a gentle squeeze and his forehead resting against hers, he spoke up softly.

“It'll be okay, Anya.. I'm here. I'm right here.” Is what he whispered ever so quietly, making Anya’s eyes water more as she desperately squeezed his hands and wailed. She couldn't choke up anything more. She felt silenced until now with the fear of what Jimmy would do to her, and yet she felt heard. But no amount of comfort could ever take away the disgust and pain she felt, it could never take away the feeling of wanting to peel her own skin off and rid herself of anything he touched. She wanted to rip her own womb out.

But for now, she just sobbed while Daisuke listened and rubbed his thumb against her knuckles. It was all he could do for now, knowing that he couldn't do anything to Jimmy.

Anya was safe with him. Away from the vultures.

Thank you for requesting!

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I was literally just about to write curly x swansea what

trying out clip studio with old dudes

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I don't normally post about politics but here goes nothing.

If you voted for trump, man or woman, I want you to read as follows

I want you to understand how thoroughly you fucked everyone over. I want you to look at your children in the eyes and tell me if there is anything more than innocence or resentment.

If you have a mother, I want you to look her in the eyes. I want you to tell her that she'll be stripped away of her rights and she doesn't get a say in what happens to her anymore.

If you have a daughter, I want you to look at your babygirl and explain that there's nothing you can really do if anything happens to her. I want you to tell her that a gun meant more than her in your vote.

If you have a wife, I want you to look at her and see the fear in her eyes knowing that she is married to someone who couldn't care less about her rights and views her as property. I want you to try and tell her that you love her and see her struggle to respond.

I want you to sit down with your children and have to hold back tears while teaching them how to have even a small chance at surviving a school shooting.

I want you to look at the couples in your life that are not stable enough for a child and have to tell them that if they get pregnant by mistake they'll have to suck it up.

I want you to look at the women in your life and tell them that if they're raped and unfortunately get pregnant, that they'll have to go through that hell all over again.

I want you to go to a book store and see all the books you've ever loved disappear. I want you to look for The Holy Bible and be unable to find it when it's banned.

I want you to think back to the book Fahrenheit 451 and it's story. I want you to understand that this is the reality you want us to live through but worse.

I want you to look at the people in your life and have to explain to them that you're sorry. Women, people of color, gays, trans, etc.

I want you to look at future generations who never get to experience the same rights as you were blessed to have before and I want you to say you're sorry.

I mean hey,

Was it worth it??

Was it worth getting your guns back and "voting for your pockets"??

Was it worth the people who killed themselves out of fear?

Was it worth having the women in your life be told "your body, my choice"?

I hope it was.

I want you to remember what your choice was.

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what about platonic swansea or anya hcs?

Of course darling!!

Swansea Mouthwashing

Platonic (completely!!)

Pre-crash Swansea:

Depending on your job, he is either going to ignore you or talk down to you at first

He's really just a tired old man, don't pay him any mind

But he'll eventually warm up to you in a fatherly manner

The occasional pat on the back or asking you to hold a flashlight for him

For the love of God. Hold. Still.

But if you're friends with Daisuke, which lets face it, you probably are

He probably warms up to you a little faster

Swansea is annoyed by Daisuke sometimes sure, but he's like family

And seeing you two goof around, it brings a small smile to his face

.. untillll he barks orders at you guys

Classic dad behavior

You and Daisuke were goofing around with tools and such, with Daisuke pretending to be a Pikachu with a faulty electrical wire he was supposed to be fixing. You snorted while leaning back and grabbing a wrench, pretending to be a Cubone and gently bop him on the head. Swansea watched from a distance, sighing from how early it was but smiling at how you two managed to make anything a game. Even if you both got side-tracked by it. He cleared his throat and returned to a neutral expression, putting a hand on his hip. "Both of you get back to work! You two and your stupid pokemon.." he'd grumble, watching you both scurry back to work. Both of you were his idiots.

He also will not understand any references at all you make

"pop off queen" "what the fuck did you just say to me??"

He's a goofy old man and we love him

He's also super defensive over you and Daisuke

You guys are like his kids

Post-crash Swansea:

He's more on edge

He tries to look out for you and Daisuke, but he's only one guy

When he comes across that cyropod.. he's hoping that you and Daisuke can both squeeze in.

And his sobriety goes down the drain

Some nights he'll cry to you when you're alone

He'll say that he wasted his life away and never did anything to impact the world

And no matter how much you comfort him, he sobs more and more.

He is losing it

And whenever he loses Daisuke, shit goes down the drain

And whenever Jimmy gets the gun.. to Swansea's horror, Jimmy ended up shooting you in the stomach

He couldn't even help you in time

He feels shitty in his final moments.

How he couldn't help Anya, how he couldn't help Daisuke, and how he couldn't help you

At least he doesn't have to worry about if you and Daisuke can fit in the pod together anymore

Thanks for requesting darling!

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golden retriever Curly arc

Hello!! I really loved your Curly Drabble ("Easy Smiles"). I was wondering if I could get a (kind of?) continuation of that? Maybe we can see the types of things Reader notices about Curly? And maybe Anya/Daisuke/Swansea tease them for having eyes for the captain? Thank you so much!!! <3

Easy On The Eyes

A soft poke to the shoulder drawed you from your daze.

"You're staring." Anya said, a teasing smile on her face.

"Hm?" You hummed, blinking back into reality slow. Still, you refocused on where your gaze was, a remembered why you were so lost in thought.

That god forsaken captain of yours.

You weren't so obtuse as to not admit that he was handsome. He was, and his the slight goofiness he could carry made him charming. Case in point, the smile he tried to keep up as Daisuke showed him his game and rambled on about the lore. Something you all had been subjected to, but now it was finally the captain's turn.

And watching him struggle to understand just what Daisuke was explaining to him made for good entertainment. Curly could be awfully expressive when not focused on the job at hand. His nose wrinkled, brows furrowed, only to lift up with shock at the more nonsensical parts of the lore being explained to him.

Hell, sometimes he even cocked his head to the side, like a puppy. It was terribly cute, and your pride wasn't so strong as to hold you back from saying it.

"What can I say," you shrugged to Anya, watching her silly grin grow, "he's easy on the eyes. We don't got a lot to look at on this ship," you made sure to wiggle your brows at Anya, "and if I stared at you any longer, you'd burst into flames."

Anya shoved your face back, laughing. "Oh, shut up!"

You giggled against her palm, pleased to see that not only did the compliment land, but Anya also had forgotten about your staring problem.

"Hey!" The cry was your only warning before arms encircled your head. "Don't hurt my favorite crewmate, Anya! You're supposed to heal, you know? Not harm!"

"Yeah, Anya," you pouted, doing your best to ignore the blue eyes you could see watching your little act, "you know I'm fragile."

"They're baby!"

"I'm baby, Anya."

Anya, well aware she would not win the fight, raised her hands in surrender. She stood up, stuck her tongue out at Daisuke and you, then trotted off out of the lounge with a simple goodbye to Curly.

Curly, who was now grinning at you and Daisuke.

"I thought I was your favorite crew member." He said, faking his own pout as Daisuke hugged you tighter. It was cute. Cute cute cute. Made you want to kiss him- who said that?

"You're captain," Daisuke said, thankfully not needing your help to keep the banter going, "so I'm, like. . . legally required to say you are."

That earned the boy a bark of laughter from you. "Ha! Don't say it like you hate him!"

"I don't!" Daisuke protested quickly. "I-I didn't mean it like that, it's just that, y'know, Cap has the ability to fire us, and I don't wanna be stranded in the middle of space and have to call my mom and tell her. . ."

He went on, but it was hard to listen fully with the weight of those blue, blue eyes still on you. Curly smiled at you, obviously also not listening to Daisuke's rambling. You smiled back, bashful.

Yeah. He was real easy on the eyes. If only you had the courage to tell him so.

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Why don't you like Jimmy or Jimmy simps??

Hey darling!

So I don't like Jimmy for.. obvious reasons, but I have nothing against Jimmy simps!!

Let your freak flag fly, I do not care. I just personally don't write for Jimmy as it is a personal thing, but I can always help direct people to writers who do!!

Like for example, and these two are on the top of my head because 1. I love their work and 2. They actually have commented on one of my posts earlier so they're first writers that come to mind

@/jambalaya-enthusiast and @/curly-my-beloved are good ones!! I don't write for Jimmy, but last I checked these two do!! They're amazing writers and you guys should check them out

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How to spot signs and symptoms of Breast Cancer 

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IM CRYING

Check this out Captain

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Special lil guy!!!!!

okay so I read your new life fic, and I saw that citrus reblogged it and I read his tags

who is this rowan that he said you're hinting at

rowan is a special guy! they're my oc that i wanna make for mouthwashing!

basically, they're custodial staff in charge of keeping all the living spaces clean cause you do NOT want an outbreak of something in such a closed space with only one nurse. they mostly work at night, though, when everyone is asleep, so they can stay out of everyone's way.

they have their own flaws that contribute a bit to the downfall of the story, and their death is the same as I've written for the various readers, with the knife through the eye. it's symbolic to them

but ye. . . rowan is my oc whomst i love

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Jimmy x reader smut... 👀

Hey honey!

So I actually do not write for Jimmy nor do I write for smut!! I'm super sorry, but I'm just not comfortable with those things!

I can recommend blogs that can do that for you, but it's not me! Sorry!!!

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THIS

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GIGGLES

OKAY OKAY. it's citrus .. doing as I promised

Listen. Angst.. now I haven't read all of your curly stuff yet so let me know if you've done this yet.

But a little fic where it shows the reader and Curly before the crash, and then after. You can make this romantic or platonic, but basically show how the dynamic changes and tension rises. Start fluffy and then hit us with the biggest boulder of angst you can write. Make me cry.

New Life

WARNINGS: descriptions of death, blood, injuries, and murder

"Maybe I don't want to be a captain anymore." Curly murmured to you. The shipped hummed around him, peacefully unaware of its captain's blasphemous words, instead focused on slowly raising the lights up to stimulate an artificial sunrise. "Maybe. . . I dunno. . ."

You curled further into his side, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. The arm that was supporting your head curls around, calloused fingers tracing along your temple, into your hairline.

"'Kay." You hummed, sleep still clinging to your lashes. Curly carefully cleared the sand with his thumb. "Okay. Let's find something new."

"That's it?" Curly asked you, a little surprised by the ease at which you accepted. He expected more pushback, since this was so. . . settled, easy, routine.

"What else is there?" You asked back. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open. You couldn't see much past the shade of Curly's neck, but you could feel the flutter of his heart beneath the palm splayed across his bare chest. "You want to do something new, so let's do something new."

"You really want to?"

"You're not getting rid of me." You said, smiling as Curly rumbled with laughter. "Let's get settled back home, put in our notices, then explore some options. I hear underwater welding pays pretty well."

Curly laughed louder. "Like you would get into one of those suits. You hate doing space walks."

"Who said I was doing it?"

Curly rolled over, pinning you beneath his body. He just grinned at your protests and squirming, rubbing his cheek to yours how he knew you pretended to hate. The scratchiness of his facial hair always made you giggle, despite how you tried to hide it.

Only when you squealed did he relent, lying at your side once more. He could see your face now, splotchy and pinched with the fake anger and barely hidden smile. It relaxed into a more peaceful expression after a moment, one that Curly wanted to see for the rest of his life.

He couldn't wait.

~

"Jimmy. . ." You said, hands gripping the side of Curly's cot. He watched, heart pounding, as Jimmy stepped closer to you, his knife glinted in the reddish lights of the fake window. "Come on. . ."

"I'm gonna fix this." Jimmy said, a certain firmness to his desperate tone. "You're not going to stop me from fixing this."

"None of this is fixable!" You hissed back at him. Your arm swung out, gesturing to the blood and the gore that littered the floor from the downfalls of your fellow crewmates. "Jimmy, you fucked up. You fucked up, and there's no fixing it!"

Curly felt the burn spread through his shoulders as they twitched and jerked. He couldn't grab you, couldn't even try to protect you, not like this. Jimmy had lost his mind somewhere between the stars, and Curly was too blind to see it.

Now Jimmy's rage was palpable. "SHUT UP!" He swung the knife, barely missing your face even as you leaned back. "Like you would know ANYTHING! You're nothing more than a personal whore for your beloved captain. Shame he can't keep up with you anymore-"

Your foot shot out, kicking Jimmy right in the stomach. The man staggered back with a wheeze, hunched over yet somehow still gripping his knife.

"You'd think that, wouldn't you?" You said, venom dripping from your words. Curly had never heard you so angry, yet so very calm. "After all, the only people who ever loved you had to be paid!"

Jimmy let something out, from the depths of his very chest, a cry of malice and shrill hatred that grinded on what was left of Curly's ears. He winced, only to gasp when Jimmy wound back and threw his knife at you.

It hit instantly, the force knocking you back into the cot. You hit hard enough to knock the legs out, sending both you and Curly both onto the floor.

Pain wracked through Curly's very nerves, sending tears to his one remaining eye as he eventually settled onto the ground. He couldn't blink, but the tears helped clear the fuzzy pain from his eye enough to see you lying at his side. . .

The knife had pierced deep into your right eye.

"D-damn bastard." Jimmy gasped, somewhere Curly couldn't see. No, all he could do was stare at your face, slack and losing color as the wound bled and bled and bled. "It. . . They shouldn't have said that! I wasn't gonna kill them. . ."

Likely story, Curly distantly thought, still gazing at you. Your remaining eye had faded in light, dull and blankly staring back.

"I'm gonna fix this."

Hands curled under Curly. He gasped, groaning and crying out as he was lifted and you disappeared from his view.

"I'm. . . I'm gonna fix this." Jimmy uttered, carrying the squirming Curly out of the medbay. "Don't worry, Curly. . ."

A sob escaped the burnt, broken man.

"We'll escape this fucking life together."

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I'm so sorry you had to write abt Jambalaya /j

I threw up in the process of writing about Junkie

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Boop is back??

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Psssstttt.. guys..

You know who writes really really good curly x reader stuff?

Someone who is just phenomenal in every right and I'm shocked that their inbox isn't just slap full of curly x reader

... @bumblehoneybee .. go show her love, even if you don't request anything