#☆ノ writing

[butterflyseas]

⸻ "hey... you okay?"

☆ノ aka how they take care of you when you're sick (ft. march 7th, seele, bronya, natasha, serval)

↳ notes: wrote this while i wasn't feeling too good, so this is pretty self-indulgent. may be a little bit ooc. just some quick little headcanons <3

↳ content: gn!reader. mentions of being sick (non specific). slight spoilers in natasha's. brief mentions of loss. fluff <3

⸻ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛 𝟳𝗧𝗛

MARCH notices that you're sick before you even realize it yourself — there's a certain shine that's missing from your eyes; your expression isn't as bright as it normally is. she's committed your face to memory; not even the slightest change in it goes missed.

seeing the change in your expression changes hers — it goes from its usual cheerful bubbliness to a concerned one in the blink of an eye as she asks you what's wrong. and when you tell her you don't feel well, she immediately tells you that you "should have told me sooner!" and that "you need to rest right away!"

she corrals you off to her room and tucks you in amongst her pillows and blankets and stuffed animals. she just wants you to be as comfortable as possible! at least, that's half of the truth — she also just wants to stay close to you.

whatever you need, she's happy to get you! water? there's already a full glass on the nightstand. tea for when your throat is sore? she's brewing a pot as you speak. tissues? she set out a box next to you ages ago. medicine? she's pestering dan heng to get every kind he can find. cuddles until you fall asleep? she was already going to do that <3

part of it is because she wants you to get better as soon as possible — she misses hanging out and going places with you — but it's also because she doesn't like seeing you unwell. it makes her anxious for some reason — like she's on the verge of losing something important to her. she doesn't tell you that, though — she doesn't want you to worry when you're already not feeling good.

so, for your sake — and her own — she ignores that feeling and instead focuses her energy on keeping you in high spirits. she'll talk your ear off about anything that comes to mind — usually stories about past trailblazing expeditions and the adventures she got up to on them. anything to put even the slightest smile on your face.

"oh, oh! and then, dan heng said—"

⸻ 𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗘

when SEELE gets sick, she ignores it and pushes through whatever illness she may have gotten. because of that, she doesn't notice when you're feeling unwell until you're trailing a handful of paces behind her.

she'll scold you for not telling her sooner — and for making her worry — but she's mostly upset with herself for not realizing something was wrong quicker. if something were to happen to you because she was careless... she doesn't like to think about it; she'll be more vigilant next time.

her first instinct is to take you to see natasha — she's not a total novice when it comes to managing an illness, but she'd rather be safe than sorry and make sure it really is just a simple cold and not something more serious. and when it isn't — when it really is just some little bug you caught from somewhere — she visibly relaxes and lets out a small sigh of relief.

even if she's not the best at showing it, seele cares deeply about you. every time she tells you to stay in bed; to take the medicine natasha sent home with you; to make sure you eat enough — it's all because she's worried about you. she's lost too many people; seen far too much death. she's doesn't want to lose you, too.

her edges soften when she's around you — they do normally, but it's more noticeable now. she'll stop you if you try to get something for yourself, saying that you should take it easy; that she's got it. she doesn't want you to overexert yourself and make your illness worse — but, deep down, she also wants to take care of you.

"just take it easy, okay? i've got it."

⸻ 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗬𝗔

BRONYA is a busy woman. being the commander of the silvermane guards as well as being the future supreme guardian means that she doesn't have a lot of free time — and any free time she does have is spent worrying about the safety and future of belobog.

however, the second she catches wind of you being sick, all of her worries shift over to you.

she can't fully abandon her duties to rush to your side — she wishes she could, though — but she does delegate as much as she can to her subordinates so she can check on you without so much looming over her head.

when you're in person, she keeps most of her worry off her face — a habit she's yet to fully break, even in your presence — but you can tell that she is, if the massive bag of items she brought with her is anything to go off of. medicines, snacks, bottles of water, soothing oils that fill the room with their scent the moment she opens them — anything that you might need to help you feel better.

she can't stay with you all day, but she stays as long as she can. most of it is spent with her doting on you — cooking lunch, brewing tea, spooning out the correct dosage of medicine to give you, cleaning and tidying your room — but there are soft, quiet moments as well. she'll sit by your bedside, holding your hand until she finally relents to your coaxing to lay next to you. with her face turning red, she'll settle into the spot beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and stroking your hair until you eventually fall asleep against her side.

before she leaves, she tucks you in and leaves a small kiss on your forehead.

"i'll be back tomorrow. rest well until then."

⸻ 𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔

being a doctor, NATASHA is the most skilled when it comes to taking care of illnesses and ailments. and being the only doctor — as well as the leader of wildfire — in the underground means she's seen just about everything in the book, from the common cold to broken bones to everything in between — you're in good hands with her.

when you come into her clinic saying you don't feel well, she's immediately nudging you toward a bed and urging you to lay down while she looks you over and assesses your symptoms.

the underground is low on supplies — especially medical ones — but she'll still set aside some medicine and painkillers for you to take. if you don't want them — or if the clinic's supply is running dangerously low — she'll make you any one of the at-home remedies she knows.

basically, whatever you need, she'll get for you — and if she can't, she'll compromise as best she can. and if she can't do that, either, she'll venture out into the underground for a supply run herself.

while she can't shirk her duties entirely, she'll still spend every moment she can by your side. she knows it's a little excessive — after all, you're not dying — but she can't help it. she just cares about you too much to not dote on you a little — and with the way she smiles whenever you tell her you're doing okay before thanking her for caring so much, you can't bring yourself to be bothered by it.

"just lay back and relax. i'll take care of you~"

⸻ 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗔𝗟

SERVAL notices something is up when you first walk through the doors of her workshop. there's a sluggishness to the way you're walking that isn't normally there — did you not get enough sleep last night? or maybe you just woke up earlier than normal?

when she asks what's up and learns that you woke up feeling sick, her older sister instincts kick in before you even finish speaking. the machine she was tinkering with is put to the side in favor of making sure you're okay; it's not long after that you're ushered to sit down while she gets things set up for you.

she finds a pile of blankets and pillows stashed away somewhere that she turns into a makeshift bed for you. it's not the most comfortable thing in the world, but it's comfortable enough — plus, it's warm and it smells like her, so you don't mind too much.

with you tucked into your blankets, she starts a pot of tea and takes to rummaging around the workshop until she finds a few bottles of medicine hidden away in a drawer. hopefully, it's enough to stave off your sickness before it gets worse — but, if it's not and you end up needing something stronger, she'll ask gepard to stop by the clinic for her so she doesn't have to leave your side.

she likes having you lay your head in her lap — she does normally, but she especially does while she's taking care of you. she'll run her fingers through your hair and ask which of her songs you like the most — whichever you pick, she'll sing to you until you fall asleep like that. and even after you have, she'll stay in her spot until you either wake up or someone enters the workshop in need of her services.

"i don't normally give private concerts, but i'll make an exception just for you."

[acaibcwl]

babygirl brat. christopher sturniolo 𝜗𝒞 cw; unprotected sex, (semi)public sex, pinv, brat taming

chris’ hand was wrapped firmly around your throat, tears ebbed at your waterline as you mewled out as he thrusted his shaft into you. god—you fucked up. catching attitude was one thing. being a brat in front of his friends was another.

“shh, shh it’s okay.” he said as he had you bent over in his friends bathroom. you really should learn your lesson, because chris didn’t like hurting you. he liked to fuck you when you were a good girl. but fuck, you were a brat. and soaked about it. his fingers lightly pressed on your cunt from behind as he muttered to you. he curved his fingers, teasing you.

you arched you back, your mouth dropping. a silent moan left your lips, despite really, really needing to talk to him. “christopher, slow down—” a soft moan intruded on your sentence. you rolled your eyes back, letting out soft, baby-like whines.

he stared down at you, whispering in your ear, nipping at it softly. “slow down? sweetgirl, why would i do that? you didn’t have a problem bein’ a li’l brat early, so why care now?” your breathing quickened as he thrusted into you long, slow drags. your cunt clinched his shaft, resting your face on the cold tile of the sink as he kept going.

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Ruki and Yui Clear File Folder

[bittersweetfig]

trademark is waking up with a toothbrush in your pocket apparently. or ‘my writing is internationally lowercase’

this is fan behaviour genevieve 🫵🏼 and it’s not apparently it happened twice and i’m still upset about it HAHAJFKA

[hibernating-stag]

I feel a little more confident linking to it directly so- I wrote another robovenom fic ( 人´▽` )♪ ! Feel free to check it out here

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Johnny Cage x Reader ໒ ˚⁎

Johnny Cage with a young adult reader who’s inexperienced in life hcs + one-shot

•Johnny takes on a protective role, seeing your inexperience as a chance to guide and mentor you. He’s always ensuring you don’t get into situations you’re not ready for

•He uses his sense of humor to teach you important life lessons. He believes learning should be fun, so he often shares his experiences through funny anecdotes and stories

•Cage is your biggest cheerleader, always encouraging you to try new things and step out of your comfort zone

•Johnny is patient with you, taking the time to explain things and never making you feel embarrassed about your lack of experience. He’s been through a lot himself and knows that everyone has to start somewhere

•Whether it’s landing your first job, learning to drive, or even small victories : he celebrates each step of your journey with enthusiasm !

You’re sitting in a quiet corner of a bustling café, nervously stirring your coffee. Johnny Cage, the ever-charismatic and energetic movie star, sits across from you, a reassuring smile on his face

"So, you’re about to start your first job, huh? That’s awesome!" Cage started the conversation between you two, releasing positive and comforting energy

"Yeah, but I’m kind of freaking out about it. I don’t really know what to expect..." you admitted, glancing down at the coffee you just ordered, with a sad look on your face

Johnny chuckles, leaning back in his chair. "Hey, everyone’s a rookie at some point. I remember my first big movie, terrified out of my mind! But look at me now. You’ll get the hang of it, trust me!"

"I just don’t want to mess up..." you responed

Johnny leans forward, his expression turning serious but kind : "Listen, mistakes are part of the deal. You learn from them, you get better. And you’ve got me in your corner. Anytime you need advice or just someone to talk to, I’m here ! " he quickly rassured.

"Thanks, Johnny. That means a lot" you smiled, feeling a bit more at ease

"No problem! Now, how about we celebrate this new chapter with a little training session? I’ll teach you some moves to boost that confidence of yours" he suggested

You laugh, the tension easing away. "Alright, let’s do it!" you replied with a grin

"That’s the spirit! And remember, I love seeing you grow and take on the world. It’s exciting, and I’m proud of you" Johnny respond to your enthusiasm

With that, Cage leads you out of the café, ready to help you tackle whatever comes next with his trademark enthusiasm and support

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[faeyun]

another day where I'm thinking of lighthouse keeper!sunghoon again..

lighthouse keeper sunghoon… wait for me… the sea is not far……

no but i’m so so so SO excited to rework it and add even more depth like you guys don’t understand. just know it’s gonna be even more heartbreakingly angsty and filled with even more yearning and love!!! like i know the og was originally like 16k, but i won’t be shocked if the rework ends up being 25k or even more,,, i am NOT leaving scenes out this time you’re getting the full range of emotions hehe~~ and TRUST i will be getting to it as soon as i possibly can!!!!!

[butterflyseas]

Hello! I love your writing :) Would you be open to doing a continuation of the "taking care of you when you're sick" one with Himeko, Pela and Sushang? (And anyone else if you want) Thanks for reading and I hope you have a nice day!

aaa thank you so much! and of course! i hope you have a nice day, too! <3

⸻ "hey... you okay?" part two

↳ pairing: himeko, pela, sushang x gn!reader

↳ content: gn!reader. fluff. dear as a pet name (himeko). vague references to illness. mentions of headaches (shushang). might be slightly ooc in shushang's part.

⸻ 𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗞𝗢

despite how it may seem on the surface, himeko notices a lot — about the others aboard the express; about their preferences and likes; about their personalities and how they act when they're at their best. she can tell when dan heng needs to be left alone; when march is thinking too deeply about what her past may be; when welt is stressed. and about you, too.

so when you enter the main compartment of the express slower and groggier than normal, she notices right away; and you cough and sniffle, she realizes immediately that you're sick.

the first thing she does is usher you to a bench seat to lie down — no matter if you just got up, she tells you that you need to rest and that she's more than happy to take care of you.

will pat your head when you comply — "thank you, dear~" <3

she's also the type to check your temperature by pressing her lips to your forehead. the main reason is genuinely to do just that, but also because she finds it adorable how you blush when she does &lt;3

tends to dote on you a little more when you're sick. she already has a bit of a tendency to in the first place, but it only becomes more noticeable when you don't feel well. always asks if you're comfortable; if you need anything; if you'd like her to get you something — all while calling you cute and telling you how happy she'd be to spoil you.

as much as she would love to make coffee to share with you, she opts to make tea instead. she'll make coffee for herself later; you're her top priority right now.

besides — you can always share a cup later, once you feel better.

coaxes you into resting on her lap while you rest. she'll pet your head and run her fingers through your hair until you fall asleep; hums along to the music pom-pom has playing as a sort of makeshift lullaby.

oftentimes finds herself gazing at your face while you sleep.

if the others aren't currently on a trailblazing mission, she'll make sure they don't wake you; and if it's just welt, then—

he left you two alone a while ago.

"you can rest on me until you feel all better, dear~"

⸻ 𝗣𝗘𝗟𝗔

she read a fanfic like this once.

she'd be lying if she said she hadn't fantasized about something similar herself — you, bedridden and relying on her for help and comfort; her, the person you had turned to in your moment of need. there's only one bed for you to share...

when it happens in reality, though — when pela finds you trying to suppress a cough and the way your eyes are just barely unfocused — it's a lot less romantic.

in her head, she often imagined she'd sweep you up into her arms at this point — that was what artem did in that fic, as well — but now, she finds that she's far too worried to do so.

even if your illness isn't anything serious, she knows it's not something to be taken lightly — though you might be on the surface, the eternal freeze is still a problem; being outside in the cold too long runs the risk of making even the smallest cough something much worse.

her usually placid expression turns a little more concerned when she asks what's wrong; and when she offers to let you rest at her place, there's a distinct softness to her voice.

she can't take the entire day off, but she will stay with you for as long as she can; and any moment she has to leave, she assures you she'll be back as soon as she can.

brings you anything you need throughout the day — food, snacks, drinks, medicines. don't worry about paying her back; she wouldn't accept it, anyway.

is — a little embarrassedly — glued to your side once her duties are done for the day. unless you point it out to her, she won't notice until after the fact.

would absolutely love to hold you in her lap. doesn't matter the size difference between the two of you — she'll offer to hold you and will hold her arms out to you until you take her up on it. buries her face into your shoulder when you do <3

would also read her latest work in progress to you — just so long as you promise not to tell anyone about it ever.

"what do you think? for the next part, i'm considering having artem and anna—"

⸻ 𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚

whether it be hunting down a bad guy for the cloud knights or carrying an elderly woman's shopping bags home for her, shushang's favorite thing to do is help.

and her favorite person to help is you!

of course, she's not happy about the circumstances of you asking her to buy you a bottle of painkillers, but she is happy that you came to her before anyone else!

did probably panic a little bit at first, though.

when you met during one of her patrol breaks, a grimace on your face and one of your hands pressed to your temple, she launched into a series of questions before she could stop herself — "are you okay? are you hurt? did somebody hurt you? what hap—"

even after you tell her you just have a headache because of a cold you woke up with, the frazzled feeling she has doesn't fully go away.

does insist that you get some rest, though — that was what her ma always told her whenever she didn't feel good. of course, she'd usually be tired from sparring so much... but still! it should definitely still apply here.

she'll walk you back to your house with an arm wrapped around your waist so you can lean on her. she knows you're not that sick — and that you're more than capable of walking on your own — but she does so anyway. it makes her feel useful; and above all else, she really likes how it feels when your head gingerly leans itself on her shoulder.

tucks you into bed before rushing out to go buy you the medicine you asked for you — but not before stopping at the door and running back to your side to give you a little kiss on the cheek <3

stops in periodically to check on you — both whenever she has another break in her patrol schedule, but also whenever she's in the area. as committed as she is to being the best cloud knight as she can be, she can't deny the persistent worry about you that lingers in the back of her mind.

it doesn't fully hit her until her shift ends for the day and all the tension leaves her body when she's able to return permanently to your side. please reassure her that she didn't have anything to worry about :(

cooks for you!! breaks out an old recipe her ma used to make when she got sick. says it'll fix you right up, but also secretly just wants to share it with you <3

"i hope you're starting to feel better... i was really worried about you today."

[acaibcwl]

　 high on confessions. christopher sturniolo.

“chris i love you—” you slurred, fingers lightly drawing shapes his thighs.

he let out a soft hum like chuckle. no matter how heartfelt you got out how many times you bought from chris, a relationship just wasn’t it. “one, your high, two, no you don’t.” stop it, just stop it you were fucking with him—you were high. you had to stop. you were just a very confused, very lost college student. you were mixing up the shear turmoil of the high to love. and that’s toxic. your soft breathes evened out as you grew sleepy. it’s not like he could just turn you away.

you were the stray that stuck with him for some odd reason. “no, you don’t.” he whispered again, chris fixating on you. you were a cute one—that was for sure. though you were throwing your life away for him. and drugs, and other things to. the other things were the thrill of the chase. getting high—the world spinning around you, nonstop. a constant spinning until you succumbed into the arms of a peaceful slumber.

chris’ fingers never strayed from your hair, softly massaging your scalp to relieve you in any way he could. and maybe that was because he actually started falling for his favorite lil buyer. no matter how much he wanted to deny it. he couldn’t get rid of the feeling whenever heat rushed to his face whenever you laid your head on his lap, when you ranted about your day—like who pissed you off, who made you happy or if your day went to absolute shit.

because you were the only thing he had going quite well (so far).

[bodyhorrorsa]

stares at the dash

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Genshin Agere Story ໒ ˚⁎

Hi there! I was wondering if I could request a oneshot for Genshin impact? Caregiver Venti looking after Aether who’s regressed super small into babyspace if you are up to it. Thank you!

The soft, melodic hum of the wind chimes outside Mondstadt's cathedral created a peaceful ambiance, perfectly complementing the gentle breeze that drifted through the open windows. Venti, the carefree bard, floated through the city, a soft smile gracing his lips. He was on his way to Windrise, a place of tranquility where he often went to clear his mind and play his lyre under the great oak tree

But today, Venti's usual routine took a different turn. As he arrived at the statue of the Seven, he noticed Aether sitting beneath it, looking unusually small and immediately went out to him

"Aether ?" Venti called softly, approaching with gentle steps "Are you alright, my friend ?"

Aether looked up, and Venti could see the shift in his eyes. The confident traveler seemed to have age regressed, slipping into a childlike state, no, even younger, almost like a baby! Venti's heart melted at the sight

"Aww, Aether," Venti whispered, crouching down to meet his eyes. "You look like you need some extra care today ! "

Aether's response was a small babble, his eyes looked in trust. Venti chuckled softly, the sound like the tinkling of wind chimes

"Come here, little one," Venti said, reaching out his arms. Aether instinctively reached back, and Venti scooped him up effortlessly. "Let’s find a nice, cozy spot where we can relax"

With Aether cradled securely in his arms, Venti made his way to Windrise. The journey was swift, the winds seemingly aiding the bard in his mission to bring comfort to his little one. Arriving at the large oak tree, Venti settled down on the soft grass, positioning Aether in his lap.

"Now, what does my little sunshine need?" Venti asked, brushing a strand of hair from Aether’s forehead. Aether’s tiny hand reached up, grasping at Venti’s fingers

With a gentle touch, Venti pulled out his lyre, its strings shimmering in the dappled sunlight. "How about a lullaby?" he suggested, his voice soft and melodic

Aether’s eyes widened with curiosity and he gurgled in delight. Taking that as a yes, Venti began to strum, the music flowing like a gentle breeze, soothing and calming

As he played, Venti kept his eyes on Aether, watching as the young traveler’s eyelids and smile grew heavy. The music seemed to work its magic, and soon Aether was nodding off, a peaceful expression on his face

Once Aether was sound asleep, Venti carefully laid him down on a blanket he had brought with him. He sat beside the sleeping boy, watching over him protectively. The bard’s usual carefree demeanor was replaced with a tender guardianship, his every movement and expression filled with care

"Rest well, my little one," Venti whispered, his voice barely audible over the rustle of leaves. "The winds will always guide and protect you"

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the land, Venti continued to watch over Aether. The traveler, now regressed to an innocent state, found peace and safety in the his care.

DNI: basic criteria, DSMP, vivziepop/h4zbin h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl, nsfw/k!nk, anti-agere, anti Christians blogs

[xlivr]

olijax dialogue plsplspslpslspspspsps

does this count

"you're not actually going out like that?"

Oliver stops in her tracks, eyebrows furrowing and nose scrunching in disbelief as she slowly turns her head. "excuse me?"

her lover falters. "sorry, sorry. I just meant that it is freezing cold out there. and you're not wearing a coat, no gloves, nothing." he gestures to her figure--shorts and a short shirt adorning her figure, as he approaches her. "at least put a sweater on, my love."

an eye roll is what Ajax received along with a reply. "oh please. it's barely a breeze out there."

"alright... don't say I didn't warn you."

blue eyes watch as Oliver walks out the door, closing it almost gently behind her. with a sigh, Ajax turns his back, crossing his arms. "five...four...three...two..."

a click, and the door shuts again.

"how's the breeze?"

"shut up."

[butterflyseas]

⸻ as the snow stopped falling

☆ノ in which you're the one bronya runs to when everything gets to be too much

↳ paring: bronya x gn!reader

↳ content: ~900 words. major spoilers for belobog. bronya has nightmares (and maybe a panic attack if you squint?). implied preestablished relationship. slight angst, mostly just hurt / comfort at the end.

↳ notes: thought about bronya earlier and :( man. this is also pretty short, but i might write a part two to it later?

when the eternal freeze ended, the nightmares began.

every night, like clockwork, images would plague bronya's mind — of her mother and the monster she had become; of the engine of creation looming over her, its figure blotting out the sun and casting harsh shadows in the snow; of the stellaron and the fragmented flutters of light it left in the sharp wind as it engulfed what was once supreme guardian cocolia.

sometimes, bronya could swear she heard its whispers in her ears.

her bedroom is uncomfortably cold when she jolts awake, silver eyes wide in the darkness and beads of sweat on the back of her neck. her heart is racing, she realizes — her fingers twitching and flexing, as if preparing to reach for the rifle she carried with her. the rational part of her brain — wherever it may be now, buried under layers of fear-laced adrenaline — tells her to calm down; that she's safe; that it's over.

it doesn't feel over, though.

she's on her feet before she realizes it, thick blankets going haphazardly thrown to the side of her bed as she moves from her bedside to her closet. she dresses quickly in the first clothes she finds — clothes she would normally only reserve for time spent at home, away from the public eye and the titles she has to bear; clothes she wouldn't dare let another person see her in, lest it put some stain on the image she had to uphold.

she doesn't care about that right now, though.

the echo of the door slamming behind her reverberates through her head; mixes in with the clicking of her boot heels against the floor. the halls are empty as she makes her way through them — the guards that would normally be patrolling had long-since gone home for the night, leaving her to slip outside onto the dark and quiet streets of belobog undetected.

a cold breeze blows through the messy, loosened curls of her hair; at the feeling, bronya momentarily stiffens before wrapping her arms around herself and setting off into the city, the stinging chill on her cheeks serving as a distraction from the memories playing incessantly behind her eyelids. each step is quicker than the last — faster and faster, until she's all but running through the sleeping city; as if she's being chased by some invisible force that need only reach out its hand to grab her. darkened windows and empty street stalls pass through her peripherals in a blur, her eyes only flickering away from the nondescript spot in front of her they had locked onto to make sure she was still going the right way.

as if she didn't know the way like the back of her hand.

her feet come to a halt in front of a door, her heart still racing and her breathing coming in soft, labored pants. one of her arms unfolds itself from where it had been tucked against her chest, her hand — had it always been shaking? — reaching up to knock on the door.

a moment passes. then two.

and then, the door opens.

and when bronya sees you, all of her worries and anxieties melt away in an instant.

you look like you just rolled out of bed — and considering what time it was, you probably did — with your hair askew and your clothes crooked. through sleep-narrowed eyes, you blink at the woman standing in front of you, squinting a little more, as if trying to gauge whether she was really there or just some figment of your imagination.

"bronya...?" when you speak, your voice is laden with sleep. "what are you doing he—"

you're cut off by her figure collapsing into your arms and burying her face into your chest.

what comes out of her mouth is a jumbled mess — of apologies for waking you up so late and bothering you at such a time; of confessions of nightmares and memories she wishes she could forget; of quiet pleas to let her stay with you, just for the night.

please...

in her disoriented, half-frantic state, she doesn't notice you gently leading her subtly shaking body further into your house until her legs nudge against the edge of a mattress. when she looks up, eyes damp with tears that haven't yet fallen, she finds herself pulled down onto your bed; tucked securely — safely — against your side and underneath your blankets with a loving kiss pressed to her forehead. for a moment, she's seemingly stunned, all other emotions fading from her face as she gazes up at you.

and then, as if everything in the world were finally okay, she smiles softly.

in the morning, she would have to apologize to you properly for barging in in such an undignified manner. in the morning, she would have to put on her usual mask and face her people once more, her head held as high as it could in spite of the memories — of the truths — that weighed on her back. in the morning, she would have to pretend this night never happened — that she had never crumbled under the consequences of her actions.

but for now, she just wanted to be held by you.

[acaibcwl]

　 high on confessions (pt.2). christopher sturniolo.

as you woke up from your short lived high, chris’ hand still massaging your scalp. “welcome back to the land of the livin’, sweetheart.” he whispered softly.

you nodded, sitting up. the once confession of your love long gone. though you didn’t know the effects it had on him—chris didn’t mention it to you. he never did. not when it was just a innocent, playing with his emotions type of mistake. he wasn’t going to waste his breath on someone who could’ve cared less about what they said. which hence, was you.

to all truths, he was so deathly in love with you to the didn’t want to sell to you. he didn’t want you to be that girl that overdosed on his account. on the drugs he supplied. “you think i could get something stronger next time?” teasing manner.

chris shook his head, “look, about that—i’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“okay, but anyways—so about that dosing,” “sweetheart, ‘m serious.” chris cut his eyes at you, his hand caressing your cheek. “i don’t think ‘m going to be selling to you anymore.”

you felt like your world stoped, to stop selling to you? was he picking favorites or something? “it’s no hard feelings.” he said, wincing softly when you slapped his hand off your cheek. here you thought his hand on your cheek was meant to be a lovey dovey type thing, but no. it was like the anesthetic to let you down slowly. you weren’t sure why, or even what you did to make him do such thing. but he was being a complete dumbass, that was the one thing that was definite.

“take that back.” you huffed. the whole situation was confusing—and every frustrating. chris was acting impulsive, “did i do something?” somewhat. but you didn’t mean it, you were high. plus, he can’t just not sell to you. it wasn’t like he had customers lined up around the back, just waiting for him. he was a low-level drug dealer.

“c’mon—” you spoke, the once façade of being loosely addicted, crumbling. sure, you liked drugs, and pills—but to not get anymore from chris was just to much to bare.

chris looked at you once more before standing up. “you should leave.” “chris, please—don’t—” your hands fumbling to catch his hand. “you don’t have to give me more, i’ll slow down, i’ll—” you tugged at his hands, insinuating for him to sit back down, to talk to you. to do something.

“now.” he said, a little sterner than before. sure—it crushed him to kick you out. but he wasn’t the guy who you should’ve been depending on for help. you needed serious help, you had a dream once. but that dream was lost after your first college party. when your pretty eyes hooked on your first pill. it was a quick move, to hook, line, and sink. you could still get that dream. if he stopped selling to you.

[lividstar]

Hello! I just found your Yunho knightxprincess fic and I love it!!!

I was scrolling on your blog to see if you had anything else and had to stop when I saw the post about dying atinyblr. I hope to offer some words of encouragement or comfort if I can. As a sfw writer and reader, it’s like a jungle on here searching for fics. I often come across ones that aren’t properly marked, or the content isn’t even hidden under the keep reading, and so I’m suddenly reading words and imagining things that I’d rather not (just personal preference). It gets exhausting, so I’ll often stop trying for a few months before coming back to try again. When I come across fics like yours, it’s a breath of fresh air. Or a warm hug.

This is the second time I’ve seen that post in the past couple of days and it got me thinking about my own experience. Perhaps it’s not that there aren’t readers interested in sfw work, but more that they’re just struggling to find it and giving up, like I have done myself over and over. And, unfortunately it’s across fandoms. I’m a multi and it’s not any easier to find fics for other groups.

In my personal writing, what I have put on here has gotten little traction. So in the end, I write for myself and my friends. That only makes the lack of interaction marginally easier. I often lack the inspiration to try and publish. But I know if I try to write something that I don’t care for, or doesn’t inspire me, I will eventually lose interest and stop all together. Because I will no longer be creating for the sake of creating.

All that to say. I hope you continue to do what you love and create these stories. There are readers like me who enjoy them, and I’ll pass them on to my friends. And if you do ever decide to branch into nsfw, let it be because that’s what you actually want to write, and not because you feel forced to. Creatives that are pushed into creating for others and not themselves, often lose their inspiration, and the creating becomes a burden and a dread.

This became long and winded, but I hope it was an encouragement in some way. Sending virtual hugs and hot coco. I’ll be combing your blog for more fics! Can’t wait to see what else you have! 💕

- 🦉

oh, 🦉 anon. you don’t even know what you’ve just done to my heart. i read this once, then again, then a third time just to really soak in every word. i don’t think i’ve ever wanted to physically hold onto a message so badly before, to tuck it into my pocket and keep it with me for when the self-doubt creeps in. because, god, did this reach me at the perfect time.

it’s strange, isn’t it? how sometimes creating feels like shouting into the void, pouring your heart into something only for it to slip through the cracks of an oversaturated space. i think every writer, every artist, has had that moment of wondering—is anyone even out there? does this matter? does anyone care? and it’s hard, so hard, not to let that doubt take root. but then a message like this appears, unprompted, unexpected, like a candle flickering to life in the dark. and suddenly, just for a moment, you know—yes. it matters. you’re not shouting into nothingness. there are people listening.

i know exactly what you mean about searching for fics that align with what you’re looking for. it’s exhausting sometimes, combing through content, hoping you’ll stumble across something that feels like home. and i think, in a way, that’s why i write the way i do. because i want to create the stories i long to find. i want to carve out a space where softness, romance, depth, and warmth exist without compromise. so to hear that my writing felt like a breath of fresh air to you? like a warm hug? i don’t think you understand how deeply that touches me. because more than anything, that’s what i want my words to be. not just stories, but something that lingers, something that wraps around you gently and makes you feel seen.

and god, i feel you so much on the struggle of sharing your own work. the silence after posting, the feeling of your words drifting into an abyss with no echo back. the way it can chip away at your confidence, make you wonder if it’s worth it. but if there’s one thing i’ve learned, it’s that creating has to come from the heart first. if you write only for validation, only to be seen, it will eat away at you. because writing, art, creation—it’s meant to be something alive, something that breathes with you, that grows with you, that exists because it has to. and the second you force yourself into something that doesn’t set your soul on fire? that’s when you start to lose the magic. so please, please, keep writing for you. for the joy of it, for the love of it. for the quiet, unshakable feeling of putting something into the world that only you could have created. because i promise you, there are people out there who need your words just as much as you need to write them.

and the fact that you’ll be sharing my fics with your friends? anon, that means everything. that’s the kind of love and support i don’t take lightly. because you didn’t have to do that. you didn’t have to send this message at all. but you did. and that tells me that kindness and warmth still exist, that people still believe in lifting each other up instead of tearing each other down. and i think that’s really, really beautiful.

so thank you. for your words. for your heart. for reminding me why i love what i do. i’m sending you all the softness in the world—the weight of a warm blanket on tired shoulders, the golden glow of candlelight on a rainy night, the feeling of being understood without having to say a word. you are so appreciated, and i hope you know that. ♡

[faeyun]

hi kipo me again!! (i am in your inbox so much) but i saw you were doing the questions and and i am curious about 2 (a character whose pov you’re currently exploring) 💗

ask game!! (´ ω `♡)

hehe hi my love!!! don’t even worry about it, i seriously love it!! i’m so happy how often you’re in my inbox (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )♡

2. a character whose POV you're currently exploring

right now im exploring more like aloof character povs??? if that makes sense???? like at the moment i’m writing beneath fire and stone for the upcoming event collab and jay in it is very aloof and majority of it is from his perspective lmao