#bar 🫂💕

[from-izzy]

Describe your mutuals with one emoji.

it is currently 'supposed-to-be-watching-lectures' time but! i need to step back a bit 😭

@astrae4 - 🍰

@cupidjyu - 🎀

@cloverdaisies - 🤍

@justalildumpling - 🎧

@littleroaes - 🌆

@sanaxo-o - 👹

@snowflakewhispers - 🎁

@sohnric - 💕

@strayed-quokka - 🔊

@winterchimez - 📑

[from-izzy]

specifically to bubba @sohnric cause she messaged me today 🥺

snoopy image of the day

[kissingghouls]

hi ghouls! so sorry you've had such a rubbish weekend. i hope this week is much brighter for you 🫂💕

for the ~cute interactions~ prompts: maybe something with mary holding hands/playing with each other's fingers? my mary heart yearns for something soft 😭 sending you love 💕

oh boy. This one got away from me more than once and now I've got several Mary WIPs in the folder. more Goore '24 continues I suppose. @sakuraspoke - you can absolutely have some soft Mary my beloved. thank you so much for the kind words 🖤🖤🖤

2 a.m. - Mary Goore x gn!Reader

established relationship, he/they Mary, darlin & babe used for Reader. a little suggestive but no real warnings. just 850-ish words of fluff and kissin' div by @gothdaddyissues 🖤🖤🖤

It’s late when Mary quietly tiptoes into your apartment and moves through the shadows. They’re trying not to make any noise, taking slow but giant steps to avoid the creaking spots in the floorboards while balancing that ridiculously heavy guitar case. But your boyfriend—sweet as his is—has always been blessed with more charm than grace and it’s a good thing you weren’t really asleep anyway.

You stir from your spot on the sofa, lit by the soft glow of some gruesome true crime story playing on the television. The sudden movement startles them and sends them stumbling over their own feet in a comical display of flailing limbs. He lands with a loud thud as one of his boots flies across the room, the other still secured to his foot.

A sheepish smiles creeps across his face as he looks up at you from the floor. “I’m sorry, babe,” he whispers, trying desperately not to laugh at his own clumsiness. “I was trying not to wake you.”

“It’s ok,” you reply sleepily. I wasn’t sleeping.”

He nods and returns to the task of taking off his other shoe. “What’re you doing out here on the couch?”

“Just watching TV.”

He grins and shakes a few messy strands of hair away from his face. “Are you waiting up for me?”

You give a noncommittal shrug as he crawls on hands and knees, dragging himself the short distance across the floor to reach you. He comes to rest with a groan, leaning against the sofa as he stretches his legs as far as he can after a ridiculously busy day.

“Ugh, I’ve been standing for like, twelve hours.”

“Poor baby,” you hum and run a hand through their hair. There’s no teasing is your statement. You know Mary hates days like this. You hate days like this, hate seeing them so exhausted they’re literally crawling on the floor. “Wanna come sit with me?”

They shake their head. “Can’t move. Plus, I kinda smell disgusting darlin.”

“I kinda don’t care, Goore.”

“Your funeral,” he grunts as he stands.

He throws himself over you, wedging his skinny hips between your back and the sofa. His skin is slightly sticky with old sweat and fake blood, shirt still damp from playing in a bar where ventilation is more of a joke. Most of that cologne you like is covered by the thick smell of smoke and beer, but you couldn’t care less now that he’s home. As he drapes an arm around your middle, you lace your fingers with his.

“Better?” you ask.

Mary tightens his grip and buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. “Mmph, you smell nice.”

“Makes one of us.”

“Hey, I tried to warn you.  Not my fault you didn’t listen.”

Across the room, the narrator of a different program begins to talk about happier things while you lose yourself in the comfort of just being next to Mary. You run your fingertips over the thick calluses on his hands, appreciating every little piece of your boyfriend—the rough spots and the sweet spots and everything in between. It doesn’t matter how late it is or how dirty his clothes currently are. You live for the little moments like this, the times where you’re the only two people in the universe and the world outside your apartment no longer exists. You’d stay here forever if you could, but reality is cruel and one of you should probably be a realist.

He groans as you press your thumbs into his palm and start to massage away the aches he’s kept quiet for the last week at least.

“Fuuuuck,” he whines quietly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“I think you deserve the world, Mary Goore.”

They laugh lightly, breath tickling your ear. “I dunno, I might just start with a shower.”

“Fine,” you grumble. “Can you just stay here a little longer first?”

“I’m never going anywhere.”

“Promise?”

He pulls you closer, turning his hand over to lock his fingers with yours. “To our graves, darlin. Then I’m gonna haunt you.”

“That might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Hmm, romantic enough to get you to shower with me?”

“Yeah, I think you’ve earned it.”

“Heh. I mean it though, you know.”

“What? That you wanna take a shower together?” you tease.

“Well, yeah. But forever, I mean. You and me.”

“Mary,” you start quietly, voice shaking as you fight tears.

“I know, I know. Marshmallow Goore.”

“I love you.”

“Yeah?” they ask, and you can hear the smile in their voice.

A soft “mmhmm” is all you can manage as you nod.

“Good, because I really fuckin’ love you, darlin.”

You scramble to turn in his arms, lips crashing together in a clumsy and desperate effort to get even closer to each other. They bring their hands to your face as tongues clash and your legs begin to tangle in the ensuing rush. It’s hurried and heated, too excited to be anything else and too soul-bearingly honest for any more words. There’s barely space for breaths between each kiss, the two of you left dizzy and lightheaded all the way to your bathroom.

I just wanna add a thank you to everyone who's sent prompts & requests. I'm having fun learning how to make things in these shorter forms between my normally huge projects. I might properly open up requests in the future if anyone is interested?

[siboom777]

Check list for my birthday is done

So the first part was just shopping and relaxing. We went to the shop with beautiful minerals where friends picked rocks that match their eyes color.

Then we went to the bar and walked around Moscow. There was a lot of people in good mood to our surprise so it went almost without troubles. Besides one guy who was trying to flirt with my friend, and when he ignored her "no" I just said that we dating for 10 years(first thing that came to my mind) and he ran away😂😂😂

And the last thing I REALLY wanted to do is to make figurines out of plasticine. It was very funny.

In overall I had really great time, my mood still very good after everything that happened. Thank you all who wished me a good birthday, I will totally remember it for a long time🫂💕💕💕

Beautiful clouds for you. I hope you all will have a great day🥰🥰🥰

[bookworm-with-coffee]

TAG GAME - Get to know me! (79's / Star Wars Edition)

Thank you so much for tagging me in this magnificent game, @ladysaturnsdust !! I absolutely loved reading your responses and making my own. Enjoy!! 😘💋💖🫂

//Rules// copy this post and answer the questions below + tag people you would like to see at 79’s!

So, imagine that all of us are living on Coruscant during the Clone Wars. Obviously we would all be going to 79’s, right? Now I’m wondering what everyone is gonna wear the first time you’re going? What kind of drinks do you order? What will you be doing? Who will you be flirting with?

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What to wear: Okay, so outfit-wise, I'm a pretty simple gal. I dress for the weather and atmosphere, but I'm a sucker for casual clothes 😭💕 For me, I'd choose a basic fitted singlet, maybe something nice, like one of my embroidered cardigans and a pair of wide-leg jeans (possibly also embroidered). Yes, I'm a sucker for that cute cottagecore shit. I'm a softie, so - flower-power, bitches! 💐💐 My white sneakers, if we're doing a lot of walking/dancing! I'm also like my Nésa, Lya - I'm the mom friend of the group, so a first-aid kit in my blue leather satchel bag is a must!! Bandaids, alchohol wipes and being able to carry any personal essentials for my fellow friendsies is ALWAYS necessary. Curly hair in a messy bun or down. No in-between, besties. 🤣💖

What drinks will I order?: *slams table* LEMON-LIME BITTERS 🍋🍹. Non-alcoholic drinks for me, guys. I'm literally one of the worst people to take clubbing. But, non-alchoholic drinks literally taste better. You take me to a pub? It's gonna be pink lemonade or nothing. I need to be in control and have the coherence to make sure each person I'm with doesn't get too hammered and always has company to places like the bar or bathrooms. I also would be the perfect person to watch drinks. Can never be too careful, besties. I might just break out my cringe moves, if you're lucky 🤣💖

What I'll be doing: If you can't already tell, a club really isn't my kind of thing. Parties aren't really comfortable places for me, I'm often just fretting over drunk friends, making sure they don't hurt themselves. I love the company of friends though, so I have no doubts that I'd go just for the presence of the people I trust and care about. So I'm a chaperone and your dinner and drinks buddy. Like I mentioned before - I might bust out my cringe moves if I have enough encouragement from my beloveds 😭😂💕

Who will I be flirting with: Flirting? Me?? Same sentence??? I'm terrible at it. I can't fathom wooing a bloke, in all honesty. BUT. That being said!!! Rex, Cody and Fives my beloveds?? Who knows, I might just shoot my shot, even if it is just to make the first two go red in the face 😂💞 I love them so much, but they're duty first, play later peoples. I can respect it, but a girl can have fun, right?? 😅😂💞 It looks like Fives may catch the brunt of my shit, though 😂💖

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Tagging the beloveds I would totally go partying with on Coruscant:

@deadlymistletoe @evenstaredits @horsewithaface @fizzyxcustard @6lostgirl6 @silversword7000 @sangheilihoes @demigoddessqueens @wyyvernn @thewitchkingiscool-ace @local-pirate-king @lostinthecityofangelsanddreams

Anybody else? Feel free to consider yourselves tagged too. See you there! 💖

[from-izzy]

for those of you who feel like you need to cry 🫂 this is bar's gift for me but come sob with me

THIS KITCHEN IS FOR DANCING – k. sunwoo

you never knew a kitchen was more than just a place to cook in.

pairing: kim sunwoo x gn! reader

genre: established relationship au (omg who is she..), hurt/comfort, domestic, fluff, tiniest bit of angst. slice of life !!

warnings: hinting at dysfunctional families, the reader has unspecified mental issues

wc: 1.7k

listen to: matilda by harry styles

a/n: thank u sm sweetie pie @csenke for beta reading in such a short time 💞 also this is very loosely inspired by the book happy all the time by laurie colwin!

this fic is dedicated to my best friend @from-izzy 🤍 I originally wanted to write you something else (as you may know), but I hope even this small thing translates just how much you mean to me. happiest birthday to you, i love you so much

The apartment grows silent after everyone leaves and the door is shut behind them, the only sound accompanying your thoughts being the water running in the kitchen sink, the song lowly playing through the radio and your boyfriend’s occasional, quiet humming as he helps you dry off the dishes and put them away into their respective cupboards. Not a single word was shared between the two of you since the guests departed your new place, your thoughts running a thousand miles per hour, eyes hypnotizing the tap as you focus on washing off all the food and grease remains off your cutlery. Your brain is buzzing with the memories of the past couple of hours, each moment replaying in the back of your head once, twice before it moves to another one, trapping you in an endless cycle of motion bouncing against the walls of your skull.

You relive the whole evening again. 

The sound of the doorbell ringing, a yelled-out “Surprise!” landing into your ears as the little crowd materializes at your doorstep. The kisses pressed to your cheeks, the potted plant forced into your hands, the kettle your boyfriend’s sister drags inside and places onto your kitchen counter without even asking you, plugging it in. The image of your boyfriend’s dad pressing Play on your old, beaten-up radio, the grin he sends you as he admires your empty apartment. 

The bottle of wine your boyfriend puts into your hold when you finally find a place to put the plant down, the soft, apologetic smile sent your way as he kisses the corner of your mouth. The sight of 3 pairs of shoes waiting next to the door, the sound of their socked feet shuffling across the floor. 

The side-hug his mother brings you into, her sweet words landing into your ears. “You made it look so pretty and homey,” she says.

You reply that the apartment is still half-empty and looks a little naked. She tells you it’s nothing a few picture frames won’t fix, and his sister suggests getting a colorful rug for your living room to brighten the space up a bit. You nod to her words, taking them all in.

You’re not used to all of this. 

People visiting you, people throwing you a housewarming party. People caring enough about your comfort to bring you kitchen appliances you lack and asking you if there’s anything more you need that their son forgot to mention when they asked. 

You’re not used to so much care. So much tenderness. To a family so loving their care feels kind of overbearing to your small, fragile heart.

“Are you mad at me?” Sunwoo asks through the endless stream of your thoughts, making you look up from the kitchen sink. You forgot he was here– but then again, where would the dishes be magically disappearing into if not his hands?

The question shocks you. Not because you don’t expect him to ask– just because you don’t really expect your own answer.

“No,” you shake your head, voice a little hoarse. Your eyes burn with emotion, turning into water pools begging to be tipped over if you don’t pay enough willpower to make the streams stop. You bite at your lower lip.

It doesn’t help.

“Then why are you crying?” he asks.

There’s no use stopping it now. There’s no use refusing the apartment that’s now warm from the body heat it received from all the people visiting it this evening. There’s no use rejecting something you never knew you wanted– something you never knew you needed. 

“Look, I’m sorry. I know you said you didn’t want anyone to visit for a bit before you get used to the new apartment and all, and you also wanted to have it fully done before anyone else saw it, but my parents insisted, and–”

“Thank you,” you utter out silently, like a prayer, making him stop in his tracks.

It’s only been a few months since you and Sunwoo started dating. Right from the start, the boy knew it would be different with you. He wouldn’t say it was difficult– no, loving you has always been easy for him– but he knew that he had to have much more patience with you.

His love is patient when he listens to your requests and boundaries. When he listens to you cry and picks up your calls even in the middle of the night, staying up with you until early morning just so you wouldn’t feel alone during your sleepless moments. Sunwoo’s love is patient when he gently holds you and kisses you slowly, setting the pace just right. His love is patient when he helps you pick out an apartment that’s just right for you– with the right size, location, on the right floor, not once thinking of his own convenience.

He always listens– just not this once. 

Somehow, you can’t find it in you to be mad at him.

You used to think you wanted the world to be quiet for a while. To stop– to leave you alone so you could breathe. You wanted your own place for yourself– your own space, uninvaded by anyone else, stranded from any contact. You used to think you don’t want guests over or family members helping with the move– not that the effort was made anyways.

You used to think you wanted a place for one– a quiet nook to bring you comfort, four silent walls to make you calm. A bedroom to make you sleep soundly, a living room with nothing but a TV and a sofa to keep you company. A kitchen to make food and a table to eat it at before you get off for work. That’s what you wanted.

But after the evening is over and your boyfriend’s family leaves the walls echoing with laughter, the radio playing lowly in the background, tea made from the new kettle waiting on your coffee table, steam warming up the place with gentle cinnamon, your heart squeezes on itself at the realization of just how wrong you were.

Sunwoo turns the water off as he walks closer to you, enveloping you in a tight hug. Your hands are dripping water up to your forearms, making wet puddles glisten onto the tiles of your kitchen floor, yet he doesn’t mind stepping his socks in and having your arms sneak around his waist, all your built-up emotion releasing as he gently rocks you to the beat of the music in the background– action something akin to reaching for your soft, tender heart into your ribcage and gently holding it in his palms, protecting it and keeping it safe.

You never knew you were made for love like this. 

You never knew you wanted two pairs of arms holding you to them, the smell of Sunwoo’s cologne clogging up your nose. You didn’t know all you needed was his presence to doze off on evenings that are difficult– a garden in his soul made for you to sleep safely. You never knew the sound of his voice was enough to fight off thunder and make sunlight cut through the clouds, like the sweet chirping of birds waking up in the morning.

You never knew you wanted a place that’s a walking distance from your boyfriend’s– just in case either of you wanted to quickly come over. You didn’t know you wanted a bedroom with soft sheets in it to cuddle in with someone, beams of sunlight dripping into the space through the blinds in the mornings caused by the location of the windows being towards the east. You didn’t know you wanted a living room decorated with gifted house plants and picture frames filled with people you care for the most. 

You didn’t know that a kitchen is more than just a place to cook in. You now realize, amongst all the other things, that your kitchen is now also a space for shared meals, chatter and a bottle of wine opened after a long day at work. 

Sunwoo’s low voice keeps humming the familiar song into your ear, rocking you from side to side. The dishes are long forgotten and your worries disappear like the last remains of rain puddles left outside after a storm on a sunny day. 

The gentle, patient love Sunwoo has for you slowly slips into your heart, mending all the damaged pieces back together and opening up your eyes to so many more things you wanted to stay blind to. You were patient for long enough, though– and you finally see it, right there in front of you, tangible and believable– after all of the love you put out into the world selflessly, tirelessly, it finally came back to you.

And it will stay.

Your new apartment– although you live alone– is a place for love and kindness. A new chapter for new memories, each one brighter than the other. This place is for you to come back to after a long day to rest your limbs and soul in the quiet comfort of it all. This place is made for two people that turn a simple house into a home.

This kitchen is not just for cooking food and heating up leftovers over a cup of coffee during lunchtime. Kim Sunwoo and his endless love show you that a housewarming party is nothing to be scared of if you don’t have an anxious, quiet voice in your ear constantly telling you that there will always be people waiting on the side to somehow ruin your special day for you.

This kitchen is for whispered conversations over sleepy mornings during the weekday. This kitchen is for making pancakes after making love, two arms sneaking around your waist from behind, naked chest pressed against your back. This kitchen is for washing the dishes together, a smiley boy helping you with even the simplest task. This kitchen is for laughter when you burn an omelet or overseason your food, trying out new meals. This kitchen is for matcha in the evenings, a worried pair of eyes rushing you to sleep instead. 

This kitchen is for love trapped between four walls, with no way for it to get out and disappear into the wind.

But tonight, most of all, you realize–

This kitchen is for dancing.

[malinaa]

2023 WRITING REVIEW

tagged: no one i just wanted to do this and i forgot about it soz </3 tagging : board of directors i'd tag u here but this is mostly fic-based so sorree... anyway if u have already done this my b.... i wld like to see ur post tho @evcndiaz | @brimay | @usignedupforthis | @seek--rest | @posallys | @dustorangeheartssnowman | @adhd-merlin | @queerofthedagger

number of stories posted to ao3: 34 ±1 bc i updated a fic from a while back <3

word counted posted for last year: 90k... a feat (i wrote more but it was ofic so add like maybe 10k to that)

fandoms i wrote for: alex stern series, merlin, house md, pjo, spidey, hunger games, doctor who, & the grisha trilogy

pairings: merthur / arwen / mergwenthur / mergana, darlingstern, hilson, percabeth, petermj, everlark, tenrose, malina

stories with the most KUDOS: jealousy, jealousy (house md) with 522 <3 BOOKMARKS: except my life (merlin) with 137 <3 COMMENT THREADS: rip current (pjo) with 38 <3 *technically the answer to all of these is tested with torment but that's a fic i updated so i don't reallyyyyyy count it

work i'm most proud of (and why): thread of gold (arwen, bbc merlin) because i don't exactly post 2nd person fic and tbh most people HATEEEEE 2nd person fic AND i got people to enjoy it. HA!

work i'm least proud of (and why): coffee drinker (gen fic, bbc merlin) because it was just a promptfic and i didn't even really feel like posting it but i wrote it so i might as well yk?

share or describe a favorite review you received: any review that quotes a line but this one from judas kiss (arwen, bbc merlin)...

THIS. IS. WONDERFUL ❤️❤️❤️ *creates bookmark with gusto* I LOVE that you dug into what it might have been like for Gwen while she was under that enchantment! It was so creative to have her past memories blurring with glimpses of the present during the enchantment. I *felt* her disorientation, and it *hurt*. I felt so bad for Gwen all over again! 😭😭😭 That aspect of this story could have been a fantastic standalone one-shot in its own right, but noooo, you raised the bar and KEPT GOING and made it even better!!! I love that you showed Gwen and Merlin staying friends after Gwen becomes queen, and I love how she confides in him and how he immediately drops everything to go look for the offending piece of jewelry. The bit about Arthur’s incredulity at Merlin’s method of testing the enchantment was a great dash of humor, and I love that you fleshed out the concept of the enchantment to be something the others could experience so that they could truly *know* that Gwen had been innocent. And don’t even get me started on how much I love Arthur’s “Forgive me.” I love how he doesn’t think twice about humbling himself in front of everyone because his focus is solely on Gwen, consumed by the urgency of doing the right, honorable, and loving thing in that moment. You write Arthur and Gwen’s relationship so beautifully. 💕 Well done; I hate you (/affectionate) for all these feels. 🥰🫂👏

a time when writing was really, really hard: august through october... idek why i was literally in agony not writing

a scene or character you wrote that surprised you: writing jj in spider-man: homewrecker because i've NEVER written him before (in my memory) and i was like. Hello .

a favorite excerpt of your writing: cannae lie i have a few favs so... killing is a love language (mergana, bbc merlin) Heartbreak snakes up his throat, constricting him at the sight of her. Morgana’s beauty is incontestable even like this, but her hatred wore her down to her bones. Gone were the full cheeks and rosy lips, the perfectly combed hair, the wardrobe that would put princesses to shame. Now, her face is sunken in, her hair a curled storm, her dress is merely black rags at this point. thread of gold (arwen, bbc merlin) Your father’s presence is larger than life. Larger than love. It looms. It casts shadows long enough to hide every hope and dream you’ve ever had for yourself. the boy and the girl (malina, the grisha trilogy) Memory fractures into shards. Real or not real? There’s Mal in the meadow. Mal buried beneath the hanging tree. Mal cold in her palms. There’s a sky darker than night. Her hands bloodied. A knife lodged in his heart. Her knife. His blood. Her fault. She killed him. She loves him. Her fault. Rest her head on his still chest. Her fault. No heartbeat. Her fault. No warmth. Cold light spilling from her palms. She killed him. The Saint’s only true worshipper martyred.

how did you grow as a writer last year: my hopes from last year was that i finally finish a multichap fic.... 😭 does a short 3-shot count. besides that i wrote more consistently and i'm finally Used to my writing style. i think.

how do you hope to grow this year: hell if i know if i could write something longer than 20k that'd be great 😭😭😭😭

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc.): the board.... @rosesau / @bipercabeth / @stellwood fnh...... i'd tag katie but she absconded from tumblr smh. anyway hi freaks n geeks

anything from your real life show up in your writing last year: oh i don't even know. nothing ig

any new wisdom you can share with other writers: bro idek the more i write the more writing becomes fundamentally so hard to talk about ... sorreeee

any projects you're looking to starting (or finishing) this year: IF I DON'T FUCKING MAKE PROGRESS ON MY PLAY I WILL BASH MY HEAD INTO A WALL. THIS CAN'T KEEP HAPPENING. ATLAS AND VIVIAN YOU WILL BE WRITTEN ON THE PAGE INSHALLAH

[dropout-if]

hiii can i please ask for “you’re freezing! take my jacket.” + statler??? thank you!! i hope you’re having a great day 🩷

Have a great day🫂💕

From this ask game!

The night air is brisk against your skin, and your breath forms visible puffs in the chilly air. It’s not by any means how you would’ve preferred to spend your Saturday night—standing outside the Hangout, so close to salvation from the freezing night—but an argument with your parents keeps you well away from taking that option.

You just— You don’t know what you’re looking for, or what you need. Maybe just a moment, a breath, a short escape—

You’re so deep in thought you don’t notice yourself shivering until the sudden sound of the Hangout’s door opening and closing snaps you out of it.

Turning to the side, you see Statler looking around—looking around until they spot you, and the concern swims in their eyes.

“Hello,” they smile kindly “Want some company?”

Statler approaches so carefully it makes you wonder how much they, and the rest of the bar, have potentially overheard. You cringe a bit, hugging yourself.

“I mean— You’re welcome to.”

They chuckle, and say “Thank you,” in a slightly sing-song voice.

And then they frown when they see you shiver.

“[Name]! You’re freezing!” Statler exclaims worriedly. They bite the inside of their cheek, “I’m so sorry, I hadn’t noticed. Here— Take my jacket.”

You watch, a little taken aback as Statler slips off their jacket—oversized and navy blue, you can’t help but keep thinking how soft it must be, and how it must smell of them—and hands it to you.

The reality of Statler’s chivalry, which goes beyond a high schooler’s dream crush at this point, sends your brain into overdrive, “I’m fine,” you insist, but you’re not fine, and Statler doesn’t believe you. You try, “What about you?”

Their smile grows, warm like the sun, “I run hot.”

“That’s just not true,” you unconsciously snort.

“Maybe I just like seeing you in my clothes,” Statler teases you, pushing their jacket in your direction. You hesitate—not wanting to be a burden—and they insist, “In all seriousness— I don’t want you getting sick.”

You sigh, nod gratefully and put on Statler’s jacket—you watch the way their eyes light up, how they smooth over a few creases, how they button it close—and their scent envelops you, warmly seeping into your bones. It’s like a piece of the sun, keeping away the chill of both the night and your emotions.

“I knew you’d look good in it. Better than me, even,” Statler comments—they look more than content by such a predicament, and their words suddenly replay in your mind: ‘I like seeing you in my clothes’ and you don’t know how you’re supposed to feel about that, “You’re not cold anymore, right?”

You try to lighten the mood, “Can I keep it?”

And though you may or may not be only partly joking, Statler still nods, “My favorite person deserves my favorite jacket.”

They say it so matter-of-factly that their words are like a physical tug—a squeeze—around your heart. You reach toward them, and even Statler’s hands are hot in yours.

“Rough night?” they finally inquire as gently as possible, giving you the space to share if you wish.

You take a moment before answering, “Rough night.”

Statler’s thumb brushes your knuckles, they lift your hand, press a kiss against your pulse.

“I’m here if you want to talk,” they remind you, whispering the words against your skin “Always.”

[celestie0]

MAKE THEM FUCK LIKE RABBITS IN TBE NEXT CHAPPPPPPP. Like wdym bae u got the athlete stamina? Physical touch is your love language? You've been dying to touch me? my cooter won't let him leave till I've had my fill (pun intended) 😀😀😀😀

Ok jokes aside just finished reading the recent chap + the headcanons and oh god I have THOUGHTS. Kai and his loser clique can all rot, leave it to insecure men to try dragging you down to their level because your ambition scares them and reminds them of just how incompetent they truly are. I'm not a film major but in somewhat similar humanities field and personally I could relate so much to that scene of a group of guys putting a lone girl in such an intimidating situation just to "teach her a lesson" because they consider themselves experienced. Like go to hell. Kudos to her for immediately slapping that cunt and putting kai in his fucking place.

And as for our main couple oh my god 😭 yn you broke my heart by what you said to gojo (I can't imagine how terrible she'd feel once she finds out his past like it's just so heartbreaking to have lost so much and have to hear that you have it easy. Ily bby toru), but watching her accept that she was wrong and how they both communicated really warmed my heart. Fucking finally he admitted he likes her and wants to be with her. Now go be w your girl!!

Thank you for this chapter!😙 it was well worth the wait and I've been in such a good mood ever since reading it. Thank you for your efforts 🫂

like rabbits 😭😭😭🤣🤣 i am unfortunately putting gojo in celibacy camp for next chap bc he needs to master abstinence🧍🏻‍♀️it’s a 7-day program so we’ll see if he survives /joking. YOUR COOTER COMMENT HAS ME DYING

“leave it to insecure men to try dragging you down to their level because your ambition scares them and reminds them of just how incompetent they truly are”

just exactly ditto. exactly this. i’ve no words to add, u 100% slayed w this. kiss 💋

im happy (but also not very happy) that u resonated w the bar scene. obv not so happy bc i hate that you’ve had to go through that but i rly hope it was some sort of representation for what you’ve had to face :””) i swear men who try to sabotage women’s careers bc of their own insecurities r the scum of earth

AND YES aaa reader’s dialogue in the argument 💔💔 it was so out of line but w everything she’s been dealing w i think it was just a cumulation of all the build up. it felt real to write that part bc ive been in situations where i’ve really liked men who just cannot show up for me the way i need them to, and just turning them into a “villain” was the easiest way to get over them, and i think that’s what was going through reader’s mind in that moment :”) but yes she apologized n i don’t think satoru holds it against her all that much bc he understands her well, but oof yea big chance the regret is gonna bite her down the line

SORRY FOR THE LONG RESPONSE BACK BB i’m so happy you enjoyed the chapter n you’re in a good mood after reading it omg 🥺💕 thank u so freaking much for the ask

[from-izzy]

things/aesthetic you associate with your moots please!

anon! this is such a fun ask! thank you so much for this one!! 😍

i'm doing the ones i've talked to enough (dm and/or on gcs) for me to (somewhat) answer this ask (sorry if i missed you or gave you something that doesn't suit you 😭) also limiting to fifteen (15) things or else we'll probably be here all day oop---

my obsession with alphabetical order strikes once again!!

honestly this became more of an appreciation post but 🥺

@astrae4

my child, cute round glasses, colourful heart shaped balloons and parties, 'i just go with the flow', energiser, miffy, light blue jeans, photobooths, wanderlust, 'paris! it's no longer just europe now', ice skating, falling gracefully despite being sick and swamped into 'sewer water' 😭, bakeries, caffeine in the form of daily matcha, doesn't like me as much as i thought she did

@cloverdaisies

black and white (with a splash of red), dynamic hair colour changes, black sleeveless satin dress, but also oversized monochromic shirts, a glass of wine one on hand, blurred pictures, mirror selfies with flash on, eyeliner wings, but also fruity and lovely, same age but so mature, 'guys it's due today and i haven't started', 'i knew you would come back with time' (🥺), juvenile, no emojis at all, sarcasm (not) detected most of the time (i'm gullible ok 😭)

@cupidjyu

my hyunjae bestie!!, bows and croquette, pink and white, picnic with flowers, toro inoue, spring breeze, texting and chatting during school times, 'i'm bored' (talking about class), thirteen-hour time zone difference (and my body clock makes it worse), 'sunwoo is cute!', but also 'hyunjae!', but also sleep >>> anything (including hyunjae 🙄), sexy brain (please gimme those braincells), going around in circles, 'why do you do this to yourself? sleep!'

@heemingyu

honey bee, distorted purple and white aesthetic, gilmore girls, late deep night talks, love and patience, three-leaf clover (shamrocks), the grinch filter, being a huge menace to society but still lovable so it's hard to really tell her off, in reality i love her more than she loves me, but i still give her silent treatment anyways, 'naur', economics and crying, missing the bus and then blaming it on me, black cat, izz instead of izzy 🥺

@justalildumpling

chaotic sibling energy, my no.1 bitch, casual night time walks, fearless, freedom, making videos during said walks, lovesick puppy, ohmyface by silichmasha on instagram, side eyes, selfies with a slightly tilted head, sometimes cutely gaped open mouth other times closed (either way it makes me wanna squish her cheeks most of the time), 'izzy i have tea! well...not really tea! actually no it's tea!', talking late into the night (well...the morning), sunlight and blue sky seeping into her blinds, 'come get unready with me!'

@littleroaes

pastel purple, pastel pink, pastel blue, basically fairy floss, innocence and beauty, supportive and real, very shy, long white dresses, flowers all around her dancing in the wind, but is also very funny, drawing reactions, sometimes talking in all caps, sometimes talking with lower caps, all the time very cute, sitting down at the beach and watching sunsets

@mosviqu

pink and white, scarfs and gloves, long-sleeved shirts paired with short skirts, long drives with dynamic playlists changes, and would ask her friends to go and make sure they have a great time, jamming out to a playlist at 3am (but she has a healthy sleep schedule so), that one friend who knows what to do, not afraid to express herself 99% of the time, the other 1% is just the world being mean, will always be a white cat, 'izzy i'm so proud of you', words of comfort, head pats!!, artistically talented, eric sohn's soulmate

@winterchimez

soulmates (but lives in the wrong country), ireland, loving mother vibes, but also tired mother vibes, sunrise vibes but specifically orange and yellow, hard worker, faith in god, quiet art museums but also bustling concert halls, turning bitterness in life into a lesson that can never be replaced and is always thankful for the opportunity even though the period of that life was hard, mental and physical resilience through crazy back to back schedules, videocalling on the bus/train on the way home, 'so/saur', my favourite purple jacket, music and piano are forever ally's vibe tbh, 'if i missed your call, i will always call you back'

@zzoguri

crying when seeing a friend, headphones all day every day, classy look, black top with light blue jeans, vintage camera film filter, journalism (it really does suit you), 'YEAH YEAH I GET YOU!', crying about uni (same tho 😭), gaming for hours, specifically valorant, my infj bestie, acoustic guitar vibes (ykwim?), 'you're so valid though', a distinct unique accent, jacob bae's partner

[moonjxsung]

I am CRYING

Its 1:52am and I am legit bawling my fucking eyes out.

My random tag scrolling has brought me to your When The Storm Looms fic which When I saw bartender lee know I just HAD to read part 1.

Idk what it is but the concept of lee know as a bartender lately has been rotting my brain and these fics just fueled my delusion even more.

Before I detail this is hands down my FAVOURITE fic ever! There's another bartender lee know fic that WAS my favourite but this was just wow. You write so perfectly.

These fics touched on subjects and topics that are so real and true for me it was so beautiful to read. It's very rare to find fics (especially kpop fics) that are so relatable to an individual reader AND their bias and you've done that for me.

As for my crying? I don't have the words to explain it. This story is so much more than the sex. Heck I couldn't even care for the sex at how well this was written. The theme of it being soul searching for part 2 aaaah I'm really not good at explaining thing my vocabulary sucks but it just unlocked something inside me. BEAUTIFUL.

I don't wanna ramble too much longer but thank you. Thank you for writing such a beautiful piece. Thank you for the intimacy shared between mc and Lee know. Thank you for writing him so beautifully as he is and as the man I imagine he would be. Thank you for writing a part 2 so perfectly and so deep in detail of soul searching.

Thank you for this absolute masterpiece.💖💖💖

WOW, there’s so much to unpack with this kind message 🥹 First off, thank you so much for reading and taking the time to leave such lovely words in my inbox! I’m so glad you resonated so heavily with the characters and that I was able to craft a story that carried meaning over into your own personal life as well. Fun fact, I originally wanted to make this story just a short drabble about bar sex with bartender Minho but somehow I felt so compelled to Minho as a bartender because I feel like he inhabits so many traits of a mysterious and complex bartender, but simultaneously a softie who just wants to find his purpose. This is the one fic I’ve written where I felt closest to the characters and I’m so glad to see readers feel it too! Minho isn’t even my bias but I must say I get hands down the most writing inspiration from him so I’m really glad I was able to do your bias justice and provide something meaningful to his name. I’m so glad to hear you loved it and I hope you know there will always be a special place for you in this fic whenever you return to it, bartender Minho will always welcome you home to the little dive bar with open arms (and Diet Coke 🫂) hope all’s well and again thank you for these very kind words, anon 🥹💞🫶💕♥️💖 take care of yourself (and new writing coming very soon!) grateful to have you here 👼🌙⭐️

[rintoki]

do you think kaveh is like a cutie drunk but in the way of like "my girlfriend and future WOIFE will be upset if she sees u touching me" and you go "I am your girlfriend..." and he likes looks over at you and when he processes it he snuggles closer to you "my six!"

OR maybe something else entirely heeheee TELL MEEEEEEE🫂🫂🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕💕

well canonically he’s a borderline alcoholic and pretty much an emotional / depressed drunk i feel (mainly bc he drinks to drown his troubles)

i like to think that i help him cut down on the alcohol dependency and help him practice better coping mechanisms. so when he does drink it’s more of the social aspect rather than using it as a coping mechanism, but i wanna say he’s still an emotional drunk. and probably closer to like “excuse me i am already spoken for thank u !!!!!” if someone tries to hit on him in a like a little bit dramatic way HAHAHA

BUUUT like in the scenario that i’m the one trying to talk to him and he says that bc he’s too drunk to realise, ILL JUS BE LIKE “oh? does she make u happy? i’m sure i can do better” JUST TO MESS WITH HIM ENFKWNR HE WOULD PROBABLY GET SO OFFENDED AND DEFEND MY HONOUR OFC hes such a silly man i can just imagine him getting huffy and storming off like “excuse me i am going to talk to my partner whom i love very much !!!!” and then after he walks away ill get a phone call from kaveh ranting about the audacity of some people in bars towards taken ppl LMAODKWKDKW i may or may not ever tell him that it was me the whole time just messing with him HAHAH

[from-izzy]

i think this is so accurate though 🫂 i love talking about deep things and the struggles of growing up, and i personally think is depicted a lot in my writings. i love the challenge of overcoming troubles even though the first few steps will always be hard to comprehend properly. i miss my childhood and how free it was back then, but also ponder on how things will be when i grow up even more, even though i'm not ready to grow up anymore. and correct! i'm very protective of the people i love!! 🤗 i'm picky with who i consider my friends because of experiences but i'm thankful that the people i have now are so comfortable to be with 💕

also bubba 😭 "its like having a companion by your side even when u feel like youre all alone in the world." 😭😭😭 i love you

❄️🎄❄️ moot game ❄️🎄❄️- hi baby,, assign some romantic tropes to your moots + explain why

i totally forgot i had this in my inbox and a moot just answered this ask so i am reminded of it once again HAHA. only did the moots i am the closest to <3

@satoruly - miri is found family (i would say soulmates au too, but i wont be that cheesy.). you meet and her and you instantly click. she knows your soul and connects with it, makes you feel safe, makes you feel understood. your sense of humor is the same and you never thought you'd be blessed to have someone like her in your life, but it happens and you always thank whoever is up there for bringing her into your life. she is like laughting until you cry, like tending to each other's wounds, like listening to long voice memos and feeling so at peace and in tune with someone that you wonder how the universe works so well that there is someone out there that is truly your best friend, no questions asked and no doubts felt

@csenke - now come on there is no way i am not giving csenge neighbors au (slash childhood friends au). we are platonic neighbors because we live in bordering countries and i felt strangely so at home in budapest but other than that,, she is just that type of person you feel like you've known forever. the person you go on walks with and spend most afternoons with and have similar interests with because you are the same age and you grew up together and you feel so carefree with them and they know you so well. she is like evening walks during summer break and like catching the bus and going on a little road trip and like playing in playgrounds and she is like laughter and being silly and being only a house away and everything is good because you know that when you come back from whatever journey u went on, your neighbor, your childhood friend, will always wait there for you.

@from-izzy - izzy is coming of age. she is like sharing struggles and growing up, she is like finding yourself and overcoming trouble, she is all late night talks and rants, she is confessions and fun and inside jokes and being loyal and protective of your loved ones, she is finding your favorite person and being glued to them in the halls of the school cafeteria, she is that kind of person they ask you "have you been friends since childhood?" about, but you reply that no, it hasnt been that long, you just click so well. she is like staring in the mirror and seeing yourself in another person. she is like mourning your childhood and the thrill of growing up. she is like wiping your cheeks off tears and staying strong even on your lowest. its like having a companion by your side even when u feel like youre all alone in the world.

@sanaxo-o - sana is idiots to lovers. two people who are in love with each other, but too oblivious and dumb to realize it. she is all silly acts and blushing cheeks and chaotic energy that makes you question the nature of the relationship. she is all caring and sweet and genuine and over-all besties vibes. it takes a while to figure out your feelings, but u get to it eventually.

@okkotsu-simp - kyuzu is first love au. my innocent sweet little sister i need to protect at all times. she is shy glances and rosy cheeks and lovesick hearts and screaming over the boy you like. she is like freedom and fun and all the pure things in the world in my eyes. that type that makes u wanna squish their cheeks and give them a forehead kiss.

@injangism - is academic rivals to lovers au. that type where you argue (not that we ever did) and go after each others throat, but u secretly admire them for their big brain and their strengths and their smarts and the determination. you admire them from afar but would never admit it because words are too embarrassing, so getting to their level is what you do to make them notice you. and then u realize the sexual tension and it all ends well<3

@sungbeam - beam is college au acquaintances to lovers. she is that person u know through mutual friends, that person you somehow end up talking to and still question how it even happened. u meet in college and click over the same struggles and interests and the similar way you two think, you click over deep talks in the lonely bedroom of a house party, or the person that follows you out of the bars on your smoke break. she is like your study partner during exam season u lose sanity with, someone u secretly admire, and somehow find growing closer to. she is like the mature girl u meet in college and then realize she is younger than you and you slowly start questioning the state of your developing front lobe.

@koishua - vie is right person, wrong time. i know it sounds depressing, but hear me out. vie is like watching the person you have always loved from afar. she is making you reflect on who you were and who you are now, she is the person that got away but you keep thinking about in hopes that they're okay and happy. she is that person you stalk on insta and feel proud of, wishing them well, despite not crossing your paths with them. and im not saying we no longer have the same path, i just think your tumblr hiatus left a scar on me 💔💔 i love you always vie, u are like my mature younger sister. you make me think of just how fast time flies. also ur whole existence is so poetic to me.

[jellyluchi]

TAHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII TYSM FOR ALL THE LOVE IN MY ART SOBS

patrizio always setting the bar so high 🥺🥺💕💕💕💕

THE??!?!?! CHERRY WHY OMG 😭💖💖💖💖 PLEASE I LOVE YOUR ART ITS SUPER INSPIRING !!! SO OF COURSE !!! 🥺💗🫂

BUT AHH PLS THEY LOOK SOOO CUTE IN YOUR ART STYLE ?! TY TY SO MUCH !!!! I hope you do more chibi VerTaros THEY'D LOOK SAUR CUTE !!!

saving this you got their vibe absolutely perfect WAHHHHH 🥹🥹🥹

[born-to-lose]

Mel love… bartending is a hard job. On a private note, I ran away from home at 17. A few years back I renewed the contact with my mother, just to break it off again after a few months. Toxic parents exist. When I needed her, she was never there (not even when I was a kid), and now.. I don't need her anymore. Hang in there <3, you're stronger than you think.

Thank you 🥺💕

Yeah I usually work 7 to 10 hour shifts at night without proper breaks and sometimes two nights in a row and when my mom is mad at me, she acts like I'm a stripper which is absolutely not even close to what I do, I mix drinks, fill up the fridges and ice, do the payment shit etc which can be be really stressful, especially the last 5 hours when all the people come streaming into the bar and everyone wants to be served first

I'm sorry your mom sucks but I'm glad you can live without her now! You're so strong 🫂 With mine it's difficult, she's nice most of the time but lately not a week passes without at least one or two big fights for no or extremely trivial reason

[mebiselfandi]

Tagged by @mountinez thanks sweetheart 💕

Rules: Post the last lines you wrote

“Well you left me!”

Kun knew Leo didn’t mean it. At least he hoped he didn’t. It always seemed out of everyone he knew, Leo knew how to hurt him the most.

- okay this is from my kunessi nightmare hurt/comfort fic and I was like half awake when I scribbled this down so even I barely know the context so I’m gonna add the last conscious thing I wrote too. However, this isn’t actually an angst fic it’s quite sweet and this scene is more ridiculous than sad despite its appearances

He clicked his phone on and watched the small pixelated bar blink twice then get replaced with an X. Still no signal. He shouldn’t have been surprised considering they lived on the outskirts of the ranch his father would be working at. Maybe if they lived nearer to the main town, the signal would work perfectly. Hopefully the problem would be resolved the next day. However, there was a small red dot on the envelope icon on his phone. He clicked it, a message from Thiago.

‘ Miss u already :’( ’

The corners of his lips creeped up into a soft smile. Thiago was the closest thing Neymar had to a brother. Someone male and older and like him. With luck on his side he hoped he’d be able to call him the next day. He read the message twice over before clicking back a reply he knew wouldn’t send till his phone gained a signal again.

‘ Miss u 2 <3 ’

Shutting the small device, he turned over and allowed sleep to carry him away.

- this is from the end of chap 1 of my Neymessi slightly dream horror story. I’m so in love with this story fr and I’ve barely begun. I can’t wait

I’m tagging @dykemar @thesupermegahell @liverpool-enjoyer @bettercostume @satrangee-ray and anybody else who wants to play, just tag me💕 also no pressure to play at all you guys 🫂