#bc ur rlly sweet

[suosgirl]

Hello! I just gotta tell you how much I loved your "Shishtoren's princess" ☺️💖 it had me giggling and kicking my feet, I swear 🤭

I hope you don't mind me requesting a much needed suo (plus any other chatacter if u want) x reader who's always tired (totally not self endulgent 🤡).

Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to 😊

- 🐮 anon

Sleep is for the Weak (is it though?)

Word Count: 544

୨ৎ Read me before interacting!

୨ৎ Pairing: Hayato Suo x f!reader

୨ৎ Warnings: fluff (sickening fluff, like tooth-rotting fluff)

୨ৎ Note: The way that I felt so seen with this request HAHA and thank you so much for the sweetest words!! I work 2 jobs and literally I always feel like there’s never enough time in the day nor enough time to sleep so I am perpetually tired all the time. I run on iced coffee and a dream (and nicotine) haha…ha. But I really loved writing this ahhhh it was incredibly self-indulgent on my end as well!!! Thank you for the fun request my 🐮 lovebug anon!!! ♡

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

♡ Suo’s an observant guy – within just hanging out with eachother a handful of times, he already noticed the little yawns that you cover your hand with or the sudden bursts of blinking that you do when you find yourself nodding off.

♡ The first time he notices it, he thinks that maybe you’ve just had a restless night … but then he sees you a couple days later and he’s seeing it again.

♡ Now he’s noticing it every time you guys are together (and even when you’re not).

♡ Sometimes you’ll be texting and it’ll go silent on your end for at least 30 minutes to an hour or two – and then he’ll get a little ping from his phone and it’s you apologizing and saying that you just woke up from a nap.

♡ He won’t admit that he thinks it’s cute and turns it on you instead.

♡ “I guess I’m not interesting enough to keep you awake :(“

♡ And then the teasing transcends from text to in-person.

♡ He sees you try to hide your little yawn by turning your face into your shoulder and he’s going in.

♡ “Oh? Is it nap time?”

♡ “Was that a yawn, my sleepy girl?”

♡ His favorite thing about teasing you while you’re tired is that you simply don’t have enough energy to banter back with him – all you can do is pout and slowly blink at him (you’re angry in lowercase).

♡ He hates that he’s weak for it.

♡ “Don’t be silly, lay on my shoulder.”

♡ For as much as he teases you though, he’s just as thoughtful.

♡ If you both are out with everyone, he’s already set a curfew in mind for when you both should leave so that you can rest.

♡ “Are you ready to leave, sleepyhead?”

♡ Absolutely loves tucking you in – it’s so domestic and sickeningly sweet but sometimes you’ll mutter a soft “thank you” and it has his heart beating just a tad faster.

♡ Bonus points: pull on his sleeve when he’s about to leave and he’s smitten.

♡ “Ah, well if you insist, love.”

♡ “Come on – scoot over, sleepy girl.” 

♡ If you enjoy drinking coffee, he likes that too.

♡ There’s just something about looking down and seeing his cup of tea next to your coffee – like coffee is just so you and tea is just so him. 

♡ When you lay your head in his lap, he melts at the sight. Sometimes he’ll just appreciate your beauty while you doze off. 

♡ He listens to your soft breathing and runs his hands through your hair. If he’s in the mood, will let his eyes close alongside yours.

♡ Anytime you have plans together, always asks if you’re up for it. If you’re just too tired – that’s okay! 

♡ He would never want you to push your body or force yourself to do something that you don’t have the energy for – simply just pats your head and asks what you’d like to do instead.

♡ Despite what you would think, doesn’t get mad at all that you fall into fits of sleep when you’re around him – because he gets to make sure that you’re resting.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING

[swordmaid]

having shri’iia thoughts as one does bc GUESS who’s save file completely died when the new patch came out nooo we have to replay her again 🤭 alas. just stewing on the thought of how she never got to fuck her Mistress even though she wanted to…!!!! like she was out there getting psychologically tortured and mind broken but she was just like WHY won’t you fuck me im literally doing everything for you. which is so bad for her, woman who already has an excruciatingly low self worth because she missed the mark on the standard for lolth’s children (and that’s worse than not fitting in the standard at all) by something out of her own control btw (not being born in a noble house) but she’s been recognised and blessed by her goddess, and she’s been invited to join a drow house so everything should be good right?? she should be desirable right?? finally everything is correct and well and good and the way it should be right????? but no..!! it’s not..!! and so she’s doing everything for this woman, no dignity left, literally doing anything to get her approval, to be told that she’s finally enough, and she’s finally fitting in - and she gets it sometimes, she gets ignored most times tbh and it’s just this painful excruciating stew of self loathing and insecurity that she’s in, and she’s in there for a century but the thing is she can’t even give up. it’s not in her nature to. and she’s done too much to just give up , and she’s been doing this for a long time that she can’t give up and lolth didn’t raise no quitters so she sticks by it, trying to achieve that hopeless praise. but then one day she gets dropped like nothing, everything she’s done and suffered and worked towards and sacrificed gets thrown out bc her goddess isn’t pleased with her and good luck going home btw you’re not welcome here anymore bc ur pathetic. the rug gets pulled under her feet and she’s left in this strange world that she can barely navigate in let alone speak the language and u expect her to b fine with that…?

[curiosity-killed]

It is! Possible! That I may be being too hard on myself! Again!!!

[psychangels]

i hate the infantilization of chai.

[moonrpg]

rewatched mop ending it still made me cry 👍 some thoughts in the tags

[amourfae]

🧸

hiiii

[dokidokidraws]

Seeing people put their own blorbos in the tags is amazing I think I've seen like. Every character in existence. I'm glad this is a universal experience lol

Sending the ace-ification beam directly at my blorbos…..... they’re all ace because I am and I said so

[angel---eater]

we wanna relax and have a good time for the rest of the night but that DM like sapped all of our spoons and mental energy. like we feel straight up like a husk rn i cant even think thoughts beyond what im about to type and i still have to manage all my fuckin 5e spells, on top of convoluted homebrew spells [skull emoji] [skull emoji] [skull emoji]

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Hi! I just read “where you lead me I’ll follow” and it was absolutely so beautiful it was gorgeously written! I was actually wondering how you write dialogue so well? Like what’s ur process? I love the way their conversation flowed it felt like I was listening in on someone’s actual conversation. It’s very cool how you made such a rich fic when it’s just two people sitting outside looking at the stars. But yeah I was just wondering what your process is? I’m really admiring your work! Keep up the good work! 😘

ANON ……… 🥺🥺 ohhhh you are so sweet. that fic is still one of my favorites and has a special place in my heart so it means so much!! T_T

AND THAT’S SO KIND OF YOU TO SAY i often worry that my dialogue doesn’t flow well….. so it’s a huge relief that you think it did :’3 ohhhh but… advice….. hmmmm.

i do think dialogue is tricky for a lot of people!! the standard advice (that also works the best imo) is just to read a bunch !! fanfic, printed books, etc. just to get a feel for different ways that people use dialogue !! bc it really is so different from person to person…… listening to real life conversations, irl or through tv shows or whatever, can also help a bunch!! i think that sometimes it’s easy to get lost in the fiction to the point where you kinda forget how people actually speak 😭😭

the only other advice i have is really vague and probably not helpful PHDJDH but i try to find a good rhythm…?? when i write dialogue…??? it sounds weird bc it’s just something you feel out yourself but i feel like you can totally notice when a paragraph feels clunky, and i also have a tendency to fill dialogue gaps with movements and descriptions, which i think disrupts the flow sometimes….. so getting a good balance there is important!!!

if i want a character to say ��thank you for the meal,” and then “delicious, as always.” (im hungry ok dont look at me) then there are plenty of ways you could fill in that gap !! and they all leave the reader w a different impression!!!

“thank you for the meal,” he said. “delicious, as always.” <- this one is very to the point and short, the description doesn’t really serve a purpose… at that point i think you can just get rid of it and put the sentences together as they are. which isn’t a bad thing!! i usually put descriptions between them but i try to sneak in some pure dialogue here and there too !! i think a mix between both is always best :33

“thank you for the meal,” he chirped, leaning back in his chair. content. “delicious, as always.” <- this is probably the one i tend to go for but that doesn’t mean it’s the best choice for you !! the description is a lil longer, and expresses more emotion and movement… but still short enough that the emphasis is still on the dialogue.

“thank you for the meal,” he chirped, leaning back with a groan, chair creaking with the movement. content, a light curve on his lips. “delicious, as always.” <- i think u get the point by now but there are infinite possibilities when it comes to this kinda thing !! u kinda have to feel for yourself if a description feels too short, too long, etc… it’s a delicate balance but i think mixing it up now and then is probably good for the flow !! the descriptions should always support the dialogue and make it feel more real, it can really change the way the reader interprets what’s being said!! is this character being sincere or sarcastic when they say it’s delicious? etc etc.

that’s my extremely amateur advice LMAO pls don’t put too much faith in me 😭😭😭 i’m super honoured that you’d think to ask me though !! :’3 my biggest tips are still to read and watch a lot of shows, i’m sure it’ll make it a lot easier to get reference points from there!! but writing and experimenting is always helpful too.

[skriblee-ksk]

AAHHHHH WHAT???? SHEEPY WHAT I GOT JUMPSCARED BY THIS (in a good way) HOW CUTEEEE AND FLUFFY AND SWEET OMG!!!! Thank you for this!!! You’re a rlly good friend too and I’m happy to be one!!!!

i WILL be coming back to this fic religiously probably. TY!!!

Just something quick I wrote for my dear friend Kris (@skriblee-ksk) ♡ Thank you so much for being such a good friend ♡ (and accepting my commissions lol ♡) Enjoy! ♡

Featuring: Jack comfort + cuddles (in his wolf form)

⋆ Jack was concerned about you, having grown worried throughout the day. There was just something off about your behavior that didn't sit right with him, subtle things he took note of. How you've grown quiet, too quiet, giving simple answers or non verbal responses when talking with someone. How your smile seems forced, not reaching your eyes, strained and hard to keep. How you've been avoiding others, acting more distant, the thought making his chest ache.

⋆ He approaches you when you're at home, knocking at your door. He knew it would be best to talk about this in private, waiting until you were sitting comfortably before bringing it up.

"What's wrong?" he asks, straight to the point. He notices how you tense at his question, clearly not in the right mindset to talk. He watches you struggle for a second before telling you it's alright, and that he'll be here to listen when you're ready.

⋆ You looked down as you felt tears coming, curling in on yourself as you wrapped your arms around you. It was clear that you needed some comfort, if not verbally, then physically, an idea coming to his mind. He looked away for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck at the thought of what he was about to do. He trusted you though, and knew that if it were anyone else, he wouldn't be doing this, using his unique magic to shift to his wolf form.

⋆ Lost in your thoughts, you didn't even notice Jack transform, eyes widening as he rests his head in your lap. You look beside you to find him laying on the couch, his body taking up the whole space. He stares up at you for a moment as if silently giving you permission, shutting his eyes as he relaxes in your lap. You stare for a moment before bending down, wrapping your arms around him as you rest your face in his fur.

⋆ You let your tears fall as you hold him, finding comfort in his warmth. You felt so loved, so trusted, knowing how big this gesture was. When your tears eventually dried, you continued to hold him, making yourself more comfortable on the couch.

"Thank you, Jack" you mumble out, his tail gently wagging in response ♡

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

[rockmonopoly]

Ppl on tiktok are either so sweet and kind or the absolute most evil and annoying when I post and there is no in between

[seiwas]

hi sel! thanks for answering my question. although, i love consuming webweaves from time to time, sometimes it does not sit right with that works are taken out of context (imo, it kinda dilutes the work?). i really appreciate your response!!!! much love mwa.

hi mai!! no problem!! i do see some sometimes and find them to be interesting and pretty!! but i agree with how it dilutes the text!! in a way, the pulled passage just becomes a quote floating around, and no longer has the richness to it that comes with context and being situated in the larger body of text it was intended for!! the nuance disappears a lil i think 😢

hope you have a great day today!! 💓

[seiwas]

I reached fuxkinf 30 tags 😭

the way he’s shaking oh my god kit he’s so nervous i actually feel like crying just — that whole interaction, the laugh, the tears; everything is so vividly thick with emotion oh my GOD

And he cracks a small smile thinking he might cry too?! OH baby i am 😭😭 then he fucking says it ‘you told me to do it scared’ GOOOOOD KIT THAT FUXKING CALLBACK 😭😭 WHAT IT MEANS 😭😭 how he’s listened to you all this time, how he’s carried that lesson with him for YEARS 😭😭

So he’s asking u to marry him scared. That you’d say no. That he’s stutterz godgodgodgodgod *head in hands*

and when reader asks have you asked me ? And he’s like, he was gonna have a speech THEN GETS CHOKED UP ABT IT ARE U SRS RN I THINK IM IN LOVE W HIM 😭😭😭😭 and he’s like ‘maybe ill have to save it for later’ oh GOOOD he rlly would do that. I think he’s just so the type to prepare these things and have it all he thrown to the side in the last minute 😭

And its so real so true. You not needing anything else but just him asking it. To hear him say it. Ih god the devotion

And and and an ddint even get me started when he takes your hand, still shaky, runs his thumb across ur ring finger 🥺 dont eeeeven get me started there ill cry aksmdkdnn and he says ‘ok ill do it’ oh my fod biggest dork ever i love him

GET ON WITH IT HAJIME 😭😭😭😭

Then he kisses where the ring would be 😭🥺😭😭 then looks up at you even while youre scared 😭😭😭 will you marry me murmured into your knuckles oh my god ig my gohs skisbssinsiensincjrnd im gonna pass oUTTTG

Holding himself uprigjt to kiss u properly? Oh i would rusjsjdjdjdjdndn

And their banTER AFTER. How he places the rinf on you. THE BAAAANTERRRRR

His eyes are so soft that you knkw theyre for you <- ARE U KIDDING ME RN . RU FUCKING KIDDING ME RN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im waging wars for him . Flinging myself across the ocean

KIIIIIT I LOVED THIS SO MICH as you can tell lol im barely coherent but like . I loved this so much i have no words

you told me to do it scared

Iwaizumi was sixteen when he lost all of his fear.

He doesn’t really remember exactly what it was that the two of you were talking about, or when, but he remembers how his voice echoed in the alleyway home — the shortcut, he called it.

Iwaizumi remembers rambling and he remembers that you let him; you were never one to cut him off. He was a good listener, as it could be especially hard to get a word in around people like his group of friends, but you?

Around you? He couldn’t shut up.

He was rambling on and on about something — he forgets what, but it was big for his sixteen-year-old self. Nerve-wracking.

“Are you done?” he remembers you asking, side-eyeing him as you walked.

“Uh, yeah. I’m done.”

“Great. What are you even worried about, Hajime?”

(He still doesn’t know what. It turns out that you were right, and it was so insignificant that he can’t even remember what was bothering him to this day.)

“I don’t know. Rejection. Failure—“

“Oh, please,” you scoffed. “Yes, because Hajime Iwaizumi is known for failing.”

He furrowed his brows. “Don’t be mad that I’m nervous.”

“Scared, Haji.”

“I’m not—“

(You gave him a look and he shut his mouth.)

“So what?” he asked then, dropping his hands in his pockets. You never really knew why he was so good with you, why he talked so much — you never dared question it. “How do I get over it and just do it?”

You smile, shaking your head.

“You don’t get over it. You do it scared.”

“What?”

“Fake it ‘til ya make it, Haji.”

(Iwaizumi doesn’t remember what he did, but he knows he did it terrified; he did it well, too. Passed the test, won the game, cleared the hurdle, got the job. Whatever it was.)

Iwaizumi was sixteen when he lost all of his fear. He’s twenty-eight when it all comes crawling back.

By now, he’s more than a decade older with a bunch of fearlessness under his belt, from spiders put back outside to funny noises in the yard. He’s carding his fingers through your hair on the couch you both picked out, and he hasn’t been this scared in a really, really long time.

(Probably not since you told him that he just needed to do it.)

Iwaizumi is scared because, for the first time in the three months he’s been carrying your ring in his pocket, he really wants to fucking give it to you.

He’s always wanted to — no shit, it’s why he bought it — but tonight is the first time he wants to ask you. He doesn’t just want to picture it on your finger, he wants to feel it against his hand when he holds yours.

The same movie you’ve seen four times plays on the TV. You’re leaned right against him; your eyes are heavy, you’ve yawned a few times.

Half of him wants to do it, half of him knows it’s late.

It’s just — it’s you in his shirt, in his sweatpants, in his arms. He has been yours for way too long to not have done this sooner, but neither of you have ever been in a rush to do anything.

Until now, half past midnight on your long weekend and all he wants to do is plan a wedding.

Iwaizumi can’t even sit in his imagination for long, because soon enough you’re sitting up with a look of confusion and you’re lifting his hoodie up, putting a hand over his heart.

“What?” he says, half a breath and half a laugh.

You look … concerned. He can’t tell whether he thinks it’s cute or distressing. “You don’t feel that?”

“Feel what?”

“Hajime, your heart is racing.”

“Is it?” he asks. He sets his hand beside yours. “Nope, don’t feel it.”

You roll your eyes, yanking his sweater back down as you sit at his side. “Well, something is making you two steps away from arresting right here. Spill before I call an ambulance.”

“It’s nothing, seriously. Watch the movie, will you?”

“But I’m nosy, damnit. Don’t you know me at all?”

God, so fucking well. Somehow, not well enough. Tell me more. Tell me everything I already know.

“It’s nothing!”

“Hajime,” you say, and finally your voice is stern. “Whatever you want to say, you know I could never be mad at you for it.”

Iwaizumi takes a deep breath. The box in his pocket feels like it’s made of fucking lead.

“I—“

“Stop. It.”

(He does. He stands up instead.)

“Okay, wait,” you start again, “I didn’t mean leave.”

“Give me a second, damn,” he groans, dusting off his pants, checking it’s still there. Of course it’s still there, but if it wasn’t, this would be bad.

Iwaizumi knows you deserve a thousand flowers and a candle-lit beach, and maybe he’ll give you both. But he’s neck-deep and the water is rising; it’s now or within the next hour, really.

“Hey, are you alright? You’re pale,”

“I’m fine,” he reassures you. Iwaizumi kneels in front of the couch.

“Hajime,” you say again, face contorted in worry. “Seriously, are you—?”

You don’t just trail off, you jump off the road.

In one of his hands is a box. A small one, fitting for a ring. His other hand rests on your knee.

“Are you—“

“—dead serious? Yeah,” he says, sounding way less strong than he looks. “I am.”

He opens the little box, showing you what’s inside. It’s in your colour, a pretty diamond glistening beneath the warm light of your table lamp and the movie. You swear you even mentioned that shape once, probably years ago.

“No,”

“Yeah,” he says, “yes.”

“Are you serious?” you whisper, feeling your tears jerk to the surface, rimming your eyes. You rest a hand on his.

He’s shaking.

“Hajime,” you laugh, wiping a hand under your eye. “You’re shaking.”

He sighs.

“I know,” he nods. Iwaizumi cracks a small smile — he thinks he might cry, too. “You told me to do it scared.”

Your brows furrow and unfurrow in the matter of a few seconds. Yeah, you did say that.

(You were sixteen and talking about less major things, but you did say that.)

“So I’m doing it,” he finishes. “Scared.”

“Scared of what?”

He shrugs. “That I’d stutter when I ask you to marry me. Or that you’d say no.”

You smile. “Have you asked me?”

“Not yet. I was gonna make a speech, but I,” he slows. He stops — he has to, he’s getting choked up. “I might have to save it for later.”

“I don’t want a speech, I wanna hear you say it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” he says. Iwaizumi takes your hand in his shaking hold, his thumb swiping over the top of your ring finger. “I’m gonna do it now.”

“Get on with it, Hajime.”

You’re unmistakably excited.

Iwaizumi kisses where the ring will be if you tell him yes. Scared and all, he looks up at you.

(He speaks the words you’ve been waiting for into your skin. Will you marry me? murmured into your knuckles.

You don’t even tell him yes. Not coherently, anyway.)

You throw yourself into his chest and he has to hold himself up against the coffee table behind him to kiss you upright.

“Yes,” you answer again, over and over. “Even if you were scared to ask.”

“It just means I love you, doesn’t it?” he murmurs, taking your hand and moving it back in front of him. He slips your ring onto your finger. “Just scared on the off chance you were gonna spit in my face—“

“Shut up,”

“Hey, don’t talk to your fiancé like that.” Iwaizumi hesitates, looking up from the ring to your face. His eyes are so soft that you know they’re for you. “That has a ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“Fiancé,” you repeat. Husband to be.

“Yeah. That does sound pretty good, doesn’t it?”

“Just imagine how I think fiancée sounds, honey.”

“And look — you didn’t even stutter.”

“Oh, come o—“

“Careful what you say, now. Happy fiancée, happy life, Hajime.”

“I don’t think that’s the saying, but okay.”

note; tagging @shotorus because this is your man :3 happy late birthday sel!

[sadlazzle]

genuinely don’t know why i bothered coming home today. no one wants me here

[kingcervix]

I still have hello kitty blankets from when I was a little kid and I think a fridge that's not covered in a million magnets is a failure. So that's my whole deal, really