#ahhhh i can't stop feeling like i'm bursting with hearts

[narukoibito]

i just finished a HUGE project and reading "unravel me" is going to be my reward! i've read some of your writing and it's soo good, i'm so excited to dive into your fic!

before i start, can i ask what was your inspiration for writing this fic? also, are you a plotter or a pantser? :)

AHSHFAKGK you are too wonderful, I can't! (Your HUGE project must have been truly EPIC!)

The fic's inspiration was "Naive" by RKCB. The mood just got the first chapter out, and then I just thought there aren't enough intensely pining Harry/Ginny stories, so I decided to be the change I wanted to see in the world.

From there it was some pantsing up until about chapter 3 where I came up with a loose outline of the story, only to around chapter 6 completely change what I wanted to do and now only have up to chapter 9 plotted out. God, that sounds chaotic written out loud.

Ahhhhh, I hope you like it and that it meets your expectations! 🥹 💖

[hughiecampbelle]

Dread (Bucky Barnes Oneshot)

Character/s: Bucky

Word Count: 1,824

A/N: Ahhhh okay I don't really talk about it here, or to anyone lol, but last year I was diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder. I still feel like "it" wasn't bad enough and idk, I'm afraid if I did tell someone, they'd say what I'm thinking. My extended family can't handle this kind of info and my mum is dealing with the same thing, so I end up taking care of her even when things are bad. I've been having a lot of trouble the past few months days with sleeping and I thought I'd write about it. I'm using my emotional support Bucky lol. Anyways, just a therapy fic. Things will go back to normal asap! 💜💜💜

You shatter. Like glass, like snow, like silence. Bursting into thousands, millions,of  infinitely beautiful pieces. You glitter under the light, between his fingers. Oh y/n, the pity dripping from his voice like honey, thick and sweet across his teeth, oh no. You splinter, cracking right down the middle. Cheekbone and shoulder blade and fractured, punctured vertebrae compress together into one anonymous pile of bone. Pile of you. Collected into dust pans, into willing palms. All serrated edges and knife like anger, hurt and screaming and ashamed. He nicks himself on you, on a tooth or empty eye socket, slicing himself open. Sorrysorrysorrysorry. The words tumble from your mouth as it falls apart, crashing into the floor, scattered everywhere. He waves you away. He deserves it, he thinks, he says, he insists. You deserved it, too. It was your fault. You didn’t fight back. You didn’t scream. You didn’t tell them. No, he argues, the thoughts breaking through your open wounds. Drawn by ice pick, your skin chipped, two words the play on loop. My. Fault. No, his is angry now, speaking to the fragments. Don’t say that. Don’t- don’t say that. Okayokayokayokay. In secret though, when he has his back turned, attention carried away, you think it very quietly. Over and over until there is no more space left, until you fear you will splinter all over again. Myfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfault. 

He used to try to fill the silence. Frantic in the dark, blinded, left to wander, searching for the switch. The bedside lamp spills her light across the room. You can name everything in it. An unmade bed. Two tables. Two lamps. Two people, sleep deprived, scared to death for the same reason. He used to try to fill the empty space with every question that came to mind. Beneath his voice you sniffled, your heart beating in your ears, pounding too loud. Beneath the sound you tried to catch your breath, gasping for air, trying to fill your lungs, your blood, your body. You can still feel it, you can still hear it, the dream indistinguishable from reality. He used to talk until he was out of breath, until there was nothing left to ask, hoping he would be able to better understand. Why you were doing what you did, why this happened sometimes, who did this. He doesn’t do that anymore. Now he knows. It was a guessing game, a series of assumptions. Fragmented ideas sewn together, the gaps numerous and wide, a series of events and half-truths constructed poorly to make a story. Holey. Holy. And then, once, only once, you told him. You told him everything, unable to look at him for a long time, unable to stop yourself. You put what you’ve never been able to into words. And then he stopped. 

He finds you under the bed. You’re not sure when it became the place, the space to occupy. A habit. Maybe when it started, all those years ago, crying beneath the exoskeleton, needing to feel hugged without the threat of human touch. Maybe it wasn’t suffocating like the closet or exposed out in the open like behind the bedroom door. Maybe it was the last place they would ever find you, the last place to look. Seven years old. Eleven, thirteen, fifteen, seventeen all over again. It makes you feel so small, so little, as if no time has passed. As if those versions of you have been stuck under there all this time. He finds your part of the mattress empty, blankets dragged down as if they’d gotten caught on something. He follows the sound of crying. Soft sobs escape you, the cool of the floorboards cold beneath your cheek. On his hands and knees, his t-shirt loose around his arms, his hair disheveled. Eye-level now. There is sorrow in those blue eyes, pity, but something more. Something that makes you want to curl around him, hold him, let him cry as you are now. Understanding. Recognition. 

What a dangerous thing. 

It’s happened again. The dream with the boy, the dream with the man. His knee between your legs. Spreading them. Pushing into you. On your stomach. You can’t move or speak, you can’t fight. It happened again and now you can’t stop feeling it, experiencing it. Like looking into the mouth of a wolf, counting his teeth, believing naively that you are safe with your hand halfway down his throat. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been. It doesn’t matter where you go or who you pretend to be. They follow you. They haunt you. That fucking laugh. Hysterical, cynical, a warning before his hands crawled all over you. You hear it now, under the bed, far from him. You hear it all the time. Strangers look like him. A flash of panic spreads in your chest before you realize it’s someone else. Before you name yourself paranoid, crazy. Again? It’s barely above a whisper. His voice is so thin, so shaky, as if afraid any louder would scare you away. He shouldn’t have to ask. He shouldn’t have to deal with this, with you. You nod, your hands balled into you, your knees to your chest. Yesyesyesyesyes. Againagainagainagain. 

He doesn’t put his hands on you. Not now, not ever. He doesn’t say the things that have been said about you, your body, the space you are forced to occupy. He doesn’t have the thoughts that they had or the urges or the good sense to target someone who would never say anything. Staring at one another. He knows. Not the details, or the guys, or the boys, but he knows. Parts of the past play on loop. Moments he wishes he could forget, destroy, set aflame. Moments that haunt him even on a bright, sunny day where he feels as if nothing bad has ever happened. Even then, there is a ringing in his ears. There is something small and deep that tells him he is running away from something inescapable. That he is a fool for believing he could ever move on. 

It’s too late to say anything. It’s too late to do anything. You can’t remember their names, their faces. You don’t remember when it started, only that it did. It’s never really stopped since then. What a waste, you think, what a terrible waste you’ve become. Two children who would be laughed at, who would be made into jokes, who would grow up and live life with the knowledge that they are not immune to terrible things. He doesn’t join you under there. Instead, he rolls on his back, arm stretched outward, his hand, his wrist, his fingertips rest at the edges of the shadow. His eyes cast upward in awe as if he were looking at a sky full of stars and not a vast blankness of white ceiling. Eventually, your hand will find his. Millimeters away, not yet touching, close enough to feel though. That’s all you have to offer in this moment. He will take it. He will take nothing. But he will never take everything like they have done. You’re on your stomach, your back, always crying. Always trying to get away, but they are too strong, too powerful. They are bigger than you. 

They will say and do things that make you feel dirty. Soiled. Broken. You will scrub your skin raw, but it’s a feeling that never dissipates. It never goes away. You used to hide in the shower. Midnight, one, two, three. He’d hear the water going, see the steam. You’d appear, scrubbed anew and smelling like coconut. Sweet. Summery. Familiar. Your eyes would be rimmed red. Bloodshot. You’d make up an excuse. Anything to get away with it. Along the way you stopped. Along the way you realized the water could never be hot enough, you could never wash away the pieces of you they took. Under the bed it was. You prayed he wouldn’t wake up, that you wouldn’t disturb him, but it never worked. You prayed like that, before, before they did what they did. You gave up on God like He’d given up on you. It only seemed right. Fair. He used to search the entire apartment, calling out your name, his heart suddenly in your throat. Petrified you left him, petrified something terrible happened.  Now he knows what to expect. He knows the place. You lay like that, barely touching, trying to catch your breath, until one of you falls asleep. Eventually, the other follows.

The morning comes. Her warm light welcomes you. You watch him for a while, quietly, running your eyes over the hard line of his jaw, the softness of his cheek, the bridge of his nose. Your finger will draw stars, and circles, and hearts into the floorboards. The day is welcome. It’s the night when things turn sour. When he wakes, you will crawl out from under the frame. You will shower and dress and move on from what’s been tormenting you. You will play pretend. He won’t push the subject, knowing better now, but he will remain acutely aware of your every move. You’ll grab his hand, his arm, the least frightening act of affection, and walk together. You’ll have your coffee. You’ll talk with Sam. You’ll smile, and laugh, and act as if nothing has happened. It’s always these moments that strike him the hardest: after the nightmares, the feeling, the crying, you have no choice but to pick yourself up and carry on. You’re not overly affectionate, though you show him it’s okay, things are better now. Tentatively, his hand finds its way on the small of your back. You let him. 

Tonight it will happen all over again. That dream will come. You will hide. He won’t wake up, though. Tonight he will sleep through it. You will join him in the bed before he realizes, before his eyes open, before he comes to. He thinks things are getting better. And they will, but for now this is how it will be. Two things can be true at once. Two people can exist in a single body. Today, you are you, but the sun will set and that child will take over and you can do nothing but let them. Two realities can exist. Here, you will thrive. There, you are allowed to crumble. He will place his hand on your back. He will refill your mug. He won’t take this light mood for granted. He knows what comes next. He knows the emotions you place in the closet just to exist here, in this room, with these people. He knows because he does the same.

You will thank him quietly, for putting up with you, for dealing with you, but he will always shake his head, unsure of how to put his exact thoughts into words. He’s never minded taking care of you. You’re worth it. You always have been.

[missrosiewolf]

Ask day >:)

How’s your day going :}?

Do you have any unpopular ships or pairings?

A trope/archetype you just can’t get enough of?

What’s your fic writing style? Organized time set aside for writing or spontaneous bursts of inspiration?

So when’s that first Drizzt rant from your tag system dropping ahaha

Oh gosh. Oh geeze. It's ask day :0

How’s your day going :}?

My dad has been going good so far. I just started my laundry and got my pork tenderloins cooking.

Do you have any unpopular ships or pairings?

The Tolkien Fandom that would be RogxCelebrimbor and my current Tolkien brainrot FingonxMeril

From Legend of Drizzt? That would probably be Bergin'yon/Drizzt. I don't think I've seen a lot of content for them.

Ahhhh. The curse of having unpopular ships. You have to make your own food.

A trope/archetype you just can’t get enough of?

I know this isn't a trope or archetype, but my favorite symbolism is the hydra, which is rapid regeneration and renewal. It's my favorite because even though you cut one head off and one or more grows back immediately — I know. That's terrifying, fighting something that it essentially immortal unless you cut off all the heads — I view it as something similar to not giving up and overcoming an otherwise impossible obstacle.

Because Hercules is cutting off heads and they keep growing back, but he's not stopping even though it might be looking hopeless because he has to succeed. He cannot give up. This is a labor he has to complete. And he does. He does succeed. He teams up with Ioalus and together they are able to overcome the hydra's regeneration and slay the monster.

I find it to be a little bit inspiring :D

As for trope/archetype...surprisingly the archetype I enjoy seeing the most is The Lover. I really enjoy those types of characters (provided they're written well, of course). They're passionate and fun. They seek togetherness and security. They can be an idealist who believes in the power of love. They live for love; they're looking for love, and they're often making their decisions from the heart rather than from their head.

It's an archetype that makes first go :0 and then ;^; because ohhhh my heart it hurts or ohhhh I love them.

I think I might be a bit of a sucker for the Lover archetype.

What’s your fic writing style? Organized time set aside for writing or spontaneous bursts of inspiration?

Spontaneous bursts of inspiration. I would love to set aside time for writing but unfortunately I feel more able to write when the urge hits me out of nowhere...which tends to often be late in the evening and sometimes before bed.

A lot of times I'm shooting from the hip and going from there. I don't really plan unless the idea leads into a multi-chapter long fic. Especially if it's an AU — the more I think about it, the more ideas I have for it, the more likely it is that I have to properly plan things.

But that's hard ;^;

So when’s that first Drizzt rant from your tag system dropping ahaha

I...can't say. Not because I want to keep it a secret but there's so many things about these books that have earned my frustration. The way certain character arcs / characters have been handled, the deaths that I feel were unnecessary and could have been avoided, and certain plot decisions that had me going either what the fuck or what the shit.

So yeah I haven't dropped an in-depth rant yet because I just don't know where to begin.

But I'm going to try. So I think my first [future] rant will probably end up being a more generic rant on Aevendrow/Lorendrow/Udadrow and all the problems I have with this retconned lore. Then a rant more focused on how Bob has handled this (at least on the Aevendrow side of things and Callidae) retconned lore so far.

[quackquackcey]

AAAAAAAAAAAJFSDJDJ ATE SO GOOD

hanabi was PERFECT thank you so much i was crying sobbing throughout i immediately re-read it after reading it for the first time!! i can't believe i just saw this in my notifications 😭😭 i SPED to your inbox after reading it twice asdjfjjadfj i have soo many things to say.

the first thing i noticed was that your writing style changed 😳😳 but i guess that's to be expected since it's been years since you've written lawlu!! aged like fine wine. there were so many little details: the colour of law's yukata (him picking white on PURPOSE and luffy liking the colour white on law because of his lab clothes made so much sense to me), law smelling like a citrus to luffy is so so sweet it's like a burst of FLAVOUR like fireworks that's amazing jsdfsjkdf .... and the part where law told luffy that if anyone deserved kindness it was luffy... that broke my heart because i think a LOT about luffy getting so tired from constantly being the "smiling" and "permanently happy" character. you captured it perfectly, thank you thank you thank you.

naturally the smut was yummy and great, you never miss!!! oml luffy indirectly proposing to law and them bonding with the first mating bite was so freaking adorable 🥹🥹

the song was such a nice touch too !!! i'm adding it into my spotify playlist hehe <3 <3 i saw your ending notes - YOU HAVE NOT GONE RUSTY AT ALL!! THANK U SO MUCH!!! i know it must've been hard mustering the inspo to write for a ship that you haven't touched on for years 🥲🥲

all in all, i loved hanabi so so much, it's already sitting in my bookmarks and i will be re-reading again in the future!! :) <3

Anon hi!!! I was wondering if you’d read it ahaha, I’m so happy to hear that you liked it!! 🥰🥰 (And glad that you like my hopefully improved change in writing style 🤣🤣 tbh sometimes when I look at my past lawlulaw fics, I’m like I should rewrite this better….. *sweats*)

BUT AHHHH you’re too sweet, the little details are what get to me 🥹🥹 especially the part about simplemindedness being a choice through willpower—it really is imo, & the same applies to his positivity, which is why characters like luffy are often my favorite.

I was a tad nervous posting because well, rusty, & also the reason I paused writing the ship & switched to others was due to some poor fandom experiences; I write because it brings me (& hopefully others) joy after all.

All that to say—the inSPO RAN FREELY WHEN I SAW YOUR ASK AHAHAHA 🤣💛 I have never stopped my brainrot, I try to help organize lawlulaw events because I love these two, & if you read this answer, anon, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND ANY OTHER IDEAS YOU’D LIKE TO READ MY WAY!

(I’m always much more motivated writing for someone ahaha 💛)

Anyhow, at risk of sounding sappy, all my thanks to you anon & I’m happy you enjoyed despite my change in writing style—your request/asks make my days & bring me joy! 💛

[atinysunbaby]

🍁NCT U 'Make a wish unit' when you get scared of something🍁

Lee Taeyong

"Ahhhh-" Taeyong jumps in shock, immediately standing up from his chair, away from his desk after hearing you scream. His heart his beating so hard against his ribcage that he feels like he'll suffocate, sweat already starting to gather on his forehead. He runs like he never did before, almost slamming into the wall when he takes an abrupt turn to reach the room you're in.

He opens the door with so much force that it creates a hole in the paint, but he can't worry about it at the moment. His number one priority is to make sure you aren't in hurt or in danger. "Babe are you ok! What happened?"

He's breathless from the small sprint he made, usually it would take a while for him to be affected, but with his heartbeat being out of countrol and fear filling him whole, it seems normal for it to be that way.

His eyes search all over your body for any sign of bruises, hands carefully touching you. You watch him panic with a smug look. You did get scared, by a spider, but you succesfully killed it after it fell on your foot and you yeeted it away. It was the reason of your scream, a loud one as if you were getting attacked but it's not your fault, those little things are so disgusting.

"Wha- where is yo- what's wrong? C-come on answer me please before my heart stops!" He asks out of breath, almost sounding like he'll burst out crying any second. You take his shaky hands in yours and make him look into your eyes to get his attetion. "Baby I'm alright~ Sorry I worried you I just got scared of a spider. You're cute when you're all bothered though."

You kiss the tip of his nose and he relaxes against your touch, his arms wrap around your body thightly not letting go until you're the one moving away. He tries to keep you close, whining in disagrement when you don't let him. "We can cuddle and go to sleep, it's getting late. I just need to know if you're ok?"

"Knowing that you aren't getting murdered, I'd say.. yes I'm feeling great. Just please don't ever scare me like that again, maybe try screaming less dramatically." He jokes and kisses your forehead before taking your hand, dragging you to the bed to follow on your suggestion.

Kim Doyoung

You usually aren't afraid when watching horror movies, but ghosts ones are the worst and this one in particullar makes you shake in your boots. Your arms are wrapped around Doyoung's stomach so thight that he fears blood isn't circulating and he can feel how your body tenses up whenever the creepy dramatic music comes up. "It's ok you're safe here with me love~"

He coos when you burry your face in his neck and strokes your hair in attempt to calm you. "We can stop watching if it's too scary, maybe put on a comedy or something mmh?

You nod, still hiding in his neck. His scent helps you relax and you evantually lift your head to press a kiss on his jaw. He smiles softly down at you before pecking your lips, eyes roaming over your face in adoration. He tucks your hair behind your ear before pressing another kiss between your brows. "Let's watch this then."

His voice is low and soothing, forcing the last bit of fear to leave you instantly. You rub your cheek against him and hum in satisfaction, eyes closing. He chuckles at how soft and cuddly you look, his chest vibrating making it difficult for you to stay awake.

"Love you so much~." You mumble tirerdly, on the verge to slip into dreamland. Doyoung waits patiently until you do and carries you to your bedroom, laying you on the bed and placing the blanket over you. He joins you a minute later, wrapping his arm around your waist, holding you protectively in hopes that you won't have any nighmare.

Jung Jaehyun

You thought going to an attraction park would be an excellent idea, only to find out in the worst way that you're scared of heights. Your boyfriend convinces you to try the most popular attraction, which is really high and intense. You hesitate at first, having never done any of these before, but agree seeing him so eager. You figure, why not?

Well...You figure at more then a dozen meters away from the ground, that you're regretting your decision with every single cells of your body, but it's a bit too late and now you need to go through it. "OMG JAE WERE GONMA DIE!! I'M SORRY I WASN'T ALWAYS A GOOD GIRLFRIEND-OH AND MARK DIDN'T BREAK YOUR LAPTOP! IT WAS ME!!"

His eyes almost bulge out of his head, he laughed at your reaction for the first half of your sentence, but your sudden confession shocks him. He almost killed Mark and now he finds out he's innocent, the boy tried to convice Jaehyun he didn't do anything. Guess he was right... "WHAT!!"

Once the ride is over, you both walk in silence side to side. Jaehyun is sending you daggers through his gaze, making you gulp, regretting having spilled your secret. You sigh in surrender, meeting his burning stare with a nervous one of your own. "It was an accide-"

"You could've told me it was you! I'm not mad you broke it, but I'm upset because you didn't tell me the truth. Poor Mark.." You pout, hanging your head in shame. "I'm sorry."

"I know you are sweetheart~" He takes you in his arms, ensuring that it's all forgiven. He kisses the top of you head, lips resting there until you feel a vibration coming from them. At first you think he's crying, but you hear him laugh before he speaks up. "You were so scared out there! Should've seen your face."

Wong Yukhei

You're tired today especially, making you jumpy. You jolt when he speaks to break the silence and he watches your reaction, wondering if it's because of him. To test his theory, he raises his voice out of nowhere and his heart almost break seeing you look so frightened. Eyes wide with panic looking directly at him.

"Baby are you scared of me?" He asks with a small voice, trying not to agitate you further, but mostly because he's hurt that you'd ever be afraid of him. "No! No, of course not~ It's just that loud noises make me anxious, right now more then usual."

"Oh.." He seems unsure by your answer, clearly having seen how you jumped every time he talked. He's sad, eyes looking anywhere but you. You take his face in your hands, getting him closer. "I'm not scared of you, I feel safe when you're next to me. I love you and your deep relaxing voice, but I'm telling you right now, literally anything could make me jump, even a kitten meowling."

You both start laughing at that, Lucas carefully leaning in to you. You hold his giant hand in both of yours, dragging him on top of you, laying his head on your chest and letting your fingers massage his scalp. He hums in content, making you giggle at how much of a big baby he really is, a giant baby.

Xiao Dejun

"Hello?" He answers his phone, barelly councious. It's late at night so he was deeply sleeping when he heard a ringing noise, at first he didn't want to respond, but he figured that if someone is calling him at this time, it's probably important.

"J-jun." He was right and the moment he hears your trembling voice, he's fully awake. You're sobbing, trying to explain the situation, he can hear you struggling to breathe properly with all the crying. His heart clenches, hearing you in such a state and knowing that he isn't with you at the moment. "Baby I need you to breathe for me ok? Listen to my voice and breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth."

He does it with you, guiding you and whispering sweet words in between to help ground you. He praises you when you follow him, your breath is still short and shaky and you're still crying softly, but it's better now. "You're doing so well princess~ Jun's gonna stay with you on the phone until you fall alseep and then tomorrow we'll see each other ok?"

You nod, forgetting that he can't see you and answer with a small 'yes'. Xiaojun talks to you nonstop, his voice soothing, putting you to sleep.

The next day, he does come to see you and never leaves your side. You explain what happened last night, you were scared of the thunder, having woken up from the loud cracking outside and the wind whistling against your window, the dark surrounding you and cold air making you shiver. It was all too much and you panicked, you couldn't think of anything but wanting him to wrap you in his warmth.

"Aww poor baby~ You can call me anytime, I'll always pick up. Next time there's a storm, we'll make sure to know beforehand and I'll sleep over." He reassures you, cuddling you for the rest of the day and even the night.

Na Jaemin

"Why is Y/N crying?" Jaemin yells at the boys who are shocked to see the waterfalls flowing down your cheeks, they were just messing around and you suddenly bursted in tears. They tried to soothe you, but it was unsuccesfull.

Jaemin wraps you in his arms and rubs your back in attemp to calm you down. You eventually stop crying, but hold him thightly against you, your grip on his shirt is enough to make him coo. "Cupcake what happened?"

He makes sure to stay glued to you, his hands grabbing your face to make you look at him. He's met with your wet doe eyes, tears stained cheeks, rosy nose and puffy trembling lips. It instantly puts him on protectice mode, glaring at his friends, silently cursing at them. "I just got overwhelmed with all the noise. I'm ok now."

Your voice is so small and shaky that it makes him pout. He can see the exhaution on your face, lifting you in his arms and shooting one last glare at the six idiots before bringing you in his room.

"Here, let's rest a little and when we'll wake up I'll cook you anything you want." He kisses you several times, smiling in victory when he hears you giggle. "So precious~"

Osaki Shotaro

"No I don't want to!" You say once more, Shotaro is trying to convice you to go to a dog cafe, not giving up easily. He doesn't understand why you don't want to go, you know how much he loves dogs and he as been talking about wanting to go for a while. "Come on please! Why do you always say no? Is it because you don't wanna spend time with m-"

"I'm scared of dogs!" You confess one of your deepest fears, almost on the verge of crying. You feel ashamed to tell him, people always made fun of you for that and you started believing that it was in fact stupid. Shotaro stays frozen, he would've never expected that. "Is it like, a phobia or are you just uneasy around them?"

"A phobia, I'm terrified of them and I don't know why. I just always have been." He watches you speak with sadness laced in your voice, a pout forming on his lips. "It's ok, don't worry about it. How would you feel about going to a cat cafe instead?"

You smile and nod happily, the stress leaving your body making your muscles untense. "I'd love to!"

Your time with the kitties makes the both of you feel warm and Shotaro is glad you told him about your cynophobia, he wouldn't want you to be anxious and push yourself to do something you don't wan to. "I think I'm gonna start calling you kitten!"

[peachesandmilktea]

I literally can’t stop reading or thinking about the VIP Guest!Dabi x Player!Reader you just wrote, it’s so good and it honestly leaves me imagining what happens next and what the readers life would be from there on out, it’s not a request I just needed to let you know what you’ve done to me

OMG??? THANK YOU I'M SO HAPPY I'M GOING TO FAINT DSNDKS

Ahhhh I'm so grateful, I really can't thank you enough for reading my silly little drabble and even rereading it??? I feel like my heart is bursting out of my chest with the joy ndsjkns I'm really super glad it had such an effect on you!! Thank you so so so much!!