#one day i can do that for everything else in my life too <3 ily ricchan now pls get that happiness you need

[addicsvt]

11:11 pm

pairing - established relationship | husband mingyu x reader genre - fluff/angst? word count - 800 warnings - not proof-read, negative thoughts, tiny bit of unspecified mental issues. synopsis - kim mingyu, the man who has never failed to steal your heart. a/n - happy super late birthday to my man <3 can be read as a pt.2 to sincerely yours!

"gyu" you mutter, the nickname spills out of your mouth effortlessly. You don't really know how you ended up like this, how your head ended up on his lap, how you ever got the chance to meet someone as amazing as him, and how you think that you don't deserve him at all. Your getting side-tracked.

"hm?" he questions as you let out another sigh of contentment, you really could stay like this forever. Mingyu is too perfect, he's every girls dream. A pretty man who knows how to cook? Sign the whole female population up. It's times like these where you wonder why he chose you, out of 8 billion people, why you?

"your over-thinking again," he whispers softly, continuing to play with your hair. You always said that you were a closed book, but mingyu somehow managed to read every single page. He knew how you were feeling, he knew when your thoughts would get so loud, he knew when your thoughts would become self de-appreciating. He knew everything.

"i was wondering about something," you mumble. Mingyu knew how to keep you grounded whenever your mind was floating. He wasn't necessarily forcing you to stop over-thinking but when you started thinking negatively about yourself he would ground you, support you, be there for you.

"and what were you wondering about love?" he asks looking down at you with the biggest puppy eyes ever. You think that you might just fall in love with your husband again. He had child-like innocence and you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and pepper his whole face with kisses.

"i was wondering, why do you love me?" you question softly, this question had been running through your head all month day. Out of so many people, why you? He could've went for a prettier female idol, one that could match his status, why you?

"Your asking me that 2 years into our marriage?" He says sarcastically letting out a soft chuckle. To be honest, mingyu loves you for everything. He loves your pretty smile, your pretty eyes, your hair that he has the privilege to play with, your soft lips, everything. He loves your flaws (he doesn't really think they're flaws) too, he loves how you'll keep talking, he loves how you'll take an hour to decide between sushi or pizza, he loves how awkward you are in social settings.

"shut up! can't a girl ask a question" you protest slightly, but you don't really mean it. If someone asked you why you loved mingyu you would come up with a whole 2000 word essay. Mingyu would constantly re-assure you, tell you how pretty you were every single day, flooding your notifications with "ily, come back into my arms asap" messages every single hour.

"If you want the answer, I love everything about you." he began, he knew how cheesy he sounded but he didn't care. Nothing mattered when it came to you.

"that's cheesy." you comment laughing softly, you suddenly felt a finger resting on your lips. If mingyu tried to tell you what he loved about you he would probably run out of breath, you had so many amazing qualities that he would probably need a life-time to list it out.

"it's true though, i love everything about you. your smile, your sweet laugh, every single one of your moles, your dimples, your bread cheeks." He rambled removing his finger from your lips. You were too perfect for him, most days he would be left thinking how someone like you chose him. You were so charming and attractive how did no one else take you before him?? The world was missing out on you.

"shut up... your making me fall in love with you again." you grumble softly, you weren't annoyed, not at all. Mingyu smiled softly, that was his wife right there.

"I can make you fall in love again, wanna see how?" he snickered softly, you knew he was going to do something definitely. You always fed into his antics though, watching him smile like an adorable puppy after getting treats always made your heart melt. That was the main reason why you treated bobpul like he was your own child.

"and how will you do that?" you questioned, adding fuel to the fire. Mingyu didn't respond but smiled softly, trapping your lips in a kiss.

Mingyu has kissed you many times, but this time feels different. Your hair is messy, his hair is messy. Your wearing nothing but his oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, bare-faced. But when he sweeps you into a kiss it makes your heart beat faster than it should've. Something about the suddenness of the kiss almost sent your heart into cardiac arrest. You were going to sue him for this.

@ADDISCVT 2024

[anton-luvr]

Hi, how have you been? I love your blog and the way you write!💖 I have a request to make, if you're comfortable with that... How would Riize react when you think they are cheating on you, but in reality it's all a misunderstanding, and they're just too busy. (English is not my first language so I'm sorry if this is a little confusing!)

# WHEN YOU THINK THEY'RE CHEATING ON YOU ; 7riize.

⚝ bf!riize x gn!reader | angst | bf au ⚝ note ; im kinda busy, but im doing good!! thank you so much ily :( and don't worry abt it i understood your req perfectly!! thank u for requesting, i hope u like it <3

# SHOTARO. - for the first time ever, shotaro doesn't smile. he can only sit in silent shock while he processes your words, and the first thing he can think of to do is to hug you. holds you tight as he whispers apologies over and over again, feeling terrible that he made you think that he was cheating on you. reassures you gently that he would never, and promises that once he gets a rest day, he'll spend all his free time with you.

# EUNSEOK. - eunseok isn't one who usually shows his emotions, but pain and guilt is so evident on his face after hearing what you said. he had no idea that you were feeling this way from how busy he's been these days, and he feels awful about it. tells you that he's sorry while wiping your tears away, and he swears to himself to start treating you with more love and care from that day onwards, starting from right now.

# SUNGCHAN. - he hates himself for making you think that he was cheating on you. calls up his boss immediately with the fakest cough and sneezes, lying without batting an eye about how he was 'terribly sick' and needed 'at least two days off' to 'recover'. he spends those two days with you, never once leaving your side as he takes you out to all your favorite places and showers you with love and compliments.

# WONBIN. - even though he immediately reassures you that he's not cheating on you and spends the night with you in his arms, he still feels so bad. life still goes on as usual for the both of you the next day, him busy at work while you were busy with yours. but just to make it up to you, wonbin has a bouquet sent right up into your office - a bouquet of a hundred and one roses, reminding you that you're his one and only lover.

# SEUNGHAN. - he understands how you feel and why'd you think that way, so other than seunghan promising that he'll try to spend more time with you, he also lets you voice out your worries in detail. he listens with full attention, nodding when you mention how you didn't like one of his female coworkers because she seemed so close with your boyfriend. and right after the words have left your lips, seunghan slips out his phone and blocks her on everything, right in front of you. he wants you to rest assured knowing that he couldn't care less for anyone else in this world other than you.

# SOHEE. - sohee has not and would never cheat on you. he loves you too much for that. he tells you just that as he gently kisses away your tears, holding you tightly in his arms for the rest of the night. he feels horrible for making you feel insecure in your relationship, so he makes sure to shower you in extra affection for the next few days. breakfasts in bed, long kisses before he leaves for work, and constant updates with photos about his day to you.

# ANTON. - his heart literally shatters into pieces. he can't help but cry too, because how could he make the love of his life feel this way? he apologizes to you through sniffles and sobs, promising you that he'd never cheat on you. tries his best to finish up his work faster the next day so he can come straight home to you and into your arms.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

taglist : @wonbons @mxlly143 @keehobaldboy @shawyle @yenart @lycheecheeseyogurt

[headkiss]

hellooo for the summer asks I was wondering about our boy Eddie and going to the beach with him and feeling insecure about our body, but ofc he’s a sweetie so he makes us feel better 🥹 just some hurt/comfort my love 🫶

thank u so so much for ur request baby!!! ily i hope this is okay <3 | 0.8k of fluff, tw for problems with body image

The sun beams harshly on your shoulders from your spot on the sand, a towel serving as the only cushion beneath you, eyes squinted behind your sunglasses.

In a rare instance, the group’s schedules have all lined up and given you the same day off, and immediately, that meant packing up Eddie’s van full to the brim with coolers and towels and more people than seats and driving to the beach.

The drive had been a blast, Steve and Eddie arguing steadily over what music to play, Robin egging them on even though she’d dance along to anything. Eddie’s hand had been a comforting weight on your thigh the entire ride.

Now, hours of sun and swims later, hair messy from the wind and water, cooler much emptier than it had been earlier, you’re watching the gang play volleyball (you say this loosely, because there’s no net nor is there an established court).

It’s fun, to be a part of a group of friends this way, to watch such an uncoordinated game where everyone is smiling and having fun despite there being competition involved.

You’re having fun, too, laughing every time Eddie trips or winks at you and says “this one’s for you” before hitting the ball in a random direction. Then, there’s the way Steve calls “mine!” every time the ball comes anywhere near his side of the ‘court,’ even when Robin was even closer, prompting them to start bickering.

So really, it should be all light and easy. A relaxing day at the beach with your favorite people. And it is, until it isn’t.

One second, you’d been smiling at the game, shifting your sunglasses off of your eyes and using them as some sort of headband instead. The next, your eyes were wandering around the beach and noticing everyone else.

Noticing the way the other people around looked. Girls brilliantly tanned in their triangle bikinis, denim shorts fitting them perfectly. Or the guys in their swim trunks and how carefree they look.

You can’t help but see everything they are that you aren’t. Or, that you don’t believe you are.

Things like this creep up on you in funny ways. Like a chill that just passes through, sudden and unavoidable. A simple thought snowballing into a hundred small ones shaped like arrows aiming towards yourself.

You shift to cross your arms over the soft of your exposed stomach, suddenly wishing you’d brought more than a tank top to cover up with.

Eddie snaps you out of your thoughts with a call of “you sure you don’t wanna join, sweetheart?”

You muster a halfhearted smile as you shake your head. “I’m okay.”

The two words are enough to tell Eddie that you aren’t exactly okay at the moment. Your smile not reaching your eyes the way it should, that line between your eyebrows worried the way it shouldn’t.

When you aren’t looking, he signals Argyle over to take his spot in the game and jogs over to you, sitting down next to you and nudging your shoulder with his. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, Eds. You didn’t have to stop playing,” you say, though you can't deny that the warmth of his arm brushing yours feels nice.

“Hey, look at me,” he urges you gently, his knuckles catching your chin to nudge your face up to his. “It’s just me. You can say it.”

“It’s silly,” you shrug. Eddie pins you with a look that says ‘try me,’ and because he’s the sweet boyfriend he is and because you trust him and love him, you do. “I just- I looked around and just noticed all these people and the way they look and I’m not-”

“Sweetheart,” he stops you, his voice painfully soft. His brown eyes even more so, shining in the late afternoon sun. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m not just sayin’ that. I mean, you’ve seen the boners you give me, so…”

“Eddie,” you scrunch your nose and slap his chest lightly, though you’re fighting back a smile.

“I’m serious. Look at me compared to these people, babe. I look different, too. I’m not ripped or anything, and I’m pale as fuck. Like, ghost-level.”

You look at him, the frizzy curls framing his face and the curve of his cupid’s bow, to the tattoos dotting his skin and how his abs are just barely visible beneath the soft of his tummy. The way his cheeks and chest are a little pink from the sun. He’s perfect to you. For you.

“I think you’re pretty, Eds.”

“Well I think you’re fucking pretty, too, sweetheart. That’s my point,” his arm slings itself around your shoulders, tugging you into his side, uncaring of the heat or whether or not you’re sweaty. “Different doesn’t mean bad. It just means different. And I love you and your different, okay?”

You like the way he says it, like it’s a fact, like he’s never once thought otherwise. You like the way he trails his fingertips up and down your arm, too, like it’s an instinct.

And, well, when he dips down to kiss you all sweet and slow and sure, you think it’s the prettiest you’ve ever felt.

[simpjaes]

One of my fav enha writers elix8r on here just announced that they were leaving and it just made me so sad to see someone leave due to people not appreciating their work and it made me think of you and how you’re literally one of my only fav writers who haven’t left this site and I hope you never do cause ily so much and I was wondering how we could show you more appreciation for giving us amazing fics? Like I know you’re loved by so many people and get good numbers on notes but still like I don’t want to lose you too so lmk if there’s anything else we can do for you to make you know we appreciate everything you put out here 🥺

; - ; time for transparency, and a HUGE rant. But first, thank you so much, im so honored you said this to me <3

there are plenty of ways you can support me! For instance, i do have a patreon set up for eventual writing [which will still be posted here too for the most part], that won't happen until i have more time outside of school. I also do have cash app! Which i prefer over ko-fi because i don't like my personal information shown ;-; you can ask me for my cash app tho!

Other ways include simply telling me how my fics make you feel, or if you like them. You are never obligated to tip me money for what I write, and i will alwwwaaays want feedback and reblogs!

that being said: am i leaving tumblr?

I've been weighing my thoughts lately, and i've boiled it down that i really don't know how I feel about being here after I started writing four years ago. I don't like the way people feel entitled to access my life, and who I am. [remember that blog who posted my selfies, and other writer's selfies just so people could see it? without our consent? example number 2398749382, truly]

I don't like the cliques [even if we all end up in one whether intentional or not, some of you are just fucking mean], i don't like the moral police, i don't like the performative activism, i don't like the copying even if on a tiny level, i don't like how people treat me like a celebrity. I don't like how I can't monitor closely for underage people who should not ever be looking at my blog, let alone reading work that i did NOT write for them. the main thing though, really is the entitlement from people, and the blatant nasty intentions a lot of people have here, especially between writers.

It's unbearable sometimes.

Every day, i have to be talked out of deleting both of my blogs and writing elsewhere specifically for the freedom to stop walking on egg shells. Then again, some days, like today, i like it here.

So, while I was recently just waiting to absolutely disappear without a word here, today I feel good. Today, I feel like staying wouldn't be too awful.

I just want to make something clear to people while I'm talking about it. If i stay here, i will never care so deeply about fan fiction, or people's opinions on it outside of feedback on my work. I care about it as a creative process, and a skill to be learned, that's it. I do not care what other people read, i do not care what they write, i don't care who jerks off to what. I will never, fucking ever take fan fiction so seriously that I feel hatred towards another person. unless it involves minors/underage people, of course. that's entirely different for me personally. For the most part, i genuinely only care about what I'm doing and what i can do better.

If i stay, i need people to stop expecting me to be a spokesperson on literally anything and everything. I am a person who is genuinely struggling just to get out of bed. I am a person who is studying and doing home work more than I would be working if I had a full time job right now. I do not have time or energy to care deeply the way others do, and even if I did have that time and energy, i put it on things i love. Like writing my own fics and not giving a fuck about what anyone else is doing.

This blog is my space. It's my world. I'm sick of expectations for me to make it anything more than what it is: a goddamn kpop smut blog.

This website is excruciating to open sometimes. but on days like today, i really appreciate it and love it here.

I will stay for now, but don't be shocked if, in the future, i leave without even saying my goodbyes. I have things outside of this blog that matter to me, and I will never let myself feel unhappy doing something i love, that's more for me than any other person in this world who wants to scream their opinions.

**edit 11/20** and with the AI apocalypse apparently happening here, it really does feel like....bad to be here. i don't want people who don't write to put themselves on the same level as real writers. y'know, the ones who put love and effort into their work. It's very upsetting to see the amount of people who don't care if it's being used.

especially like....knowing those fics get hella interaction because it seems readers, even if they don't know it, seem to value false writing over very real writing. oof. anyway

as long as my writing stays fun and positive, i will be staying.

[fiapartridge]

hiiiiii !! i saw you write for beckett sennecke ! i love him he is so underrated !!! i was wondering if you could do some headcanons you have of him as a bf or something along those lines. if not, no worries ! i hope you have a really amazing day ! ily xoxo

beckett sennecke headcanons!! ⭐️🩰🪞💌🛁

💌 author's note: wait im literally obsessed with headcanons now i wanna do so many more LOL

bf!beckett is such passenger princess energy it's insane and he's ALWAYS on aux. like he'll literally fight for it.

also, he can only sit in the front or else he'll start complaining that there's either no space for his long ass legs or that he'll get car-sick and barf all over everyone lmfao

bf!beckett whoo buys you literally everything. like you don't even have to tell him you like something, like if you look at something for too long, he's already at the cash register buying it for you

bf!beckett who loves playing with ur hair. he's like a little cat with a ball of yarn. he tried braiding ur hair once and it just created a bunch of knots and he was TERRIFIED he was like "oh my god, babe. i think i just fucked up your hair."

bf!beckett who loves sharing updates on his day. like he'll be send pics of him and his teammates at a sandwich shop and be like "just ate the best sandwich of my life! we're coming here together next time!" or he'll be at a dog park and send a picture of all the dogs and be like "take your pick. i think i can steal one when they're not looking."

bf!beckett who calls you pookie in a teasing way because he knows how much you hate it. he says it the most in public because he likes to see ur cheeks turn pink.

bf!beckett who orders 3 entrees at restaurants and also eats the food you can't finish he's literally a human vacuum

bf!beckett who always shares his food with you even if it's his favorite. he just wants to share everything with you <3

bf!beckett who's drama is ur drama. like anytime he gets a piece of information and he has to swear not to tell a single soul, he always ends up telling you and it's technically not breaking the rules because you're basically an extension of him, so...

bf!beckett who is just the sweetest subconsciously. like he wont even realize he's doing things like pulling out your chair and carrying your bags and opening the car door for you. sometimes when you're at his apartment and he sees your cup is empty, he'll go refill it before you even ask. he just knows

bf!beckett who misses you all the time. even if it's just for a day, he'll start sending you texts about how much he misses you and your pretty face. roadies are the worst. he is always facetiming you and talking about you to his teammates, like "y/n would love this. let me send her a pic" or "what do you guys think y/n is doing right now?"

bf!beckett who gets your entire family gifts on their birthdays and christmas. even on valentines day, he'll get your mom some flowers and a note like "thanks for welcoming me into your family, mama l/n!"

bf!beckett who is super close with your younger siblings. like he loves playing video games with your little brother or playing tea party with your little sister. he'll even pretend to be a prince while your sister plays a princess. he'll be super into it to like calling her "your highness" and wearing a crown and cape.

bf!beckett who sends you a stupid meme every morning before you wake up. it'll be like a seal saying "top of the morning!" and you roll your eyes every time but you never want him to stop

bf!beckett who made you a playlist after your first date (which was at a diner and had one of those tiny juke boxes on the table. you chose "here comes the sun" and that was the first song he added to the playlist)

[rubyreduji]

HI JJ!!!!!!!!!!!! HAPPY 3K!!!!!! im sorry it took so long to send an ask <\3 BUT I WAS WONDERING 💭 if i could req a short bff!vernon fluff drabble? where he’s kinda nervous about confessing or something silly like that 😅 it literally can be a short 200 word scene, idc!!! I LAUV U SAUR MUCH AND U DESERVE EVERYTHING GOOD!! im so proud of u, ur so wonderful <33333

— sleepover event now over!! 🧸️

summary: vernon knows you two will be best friends no matter what, so why is it so hard to tell you he likes you?

tags: fluff, best friend!au, gn reader wc: 1.4k an: hi star sar thank you for the request this is so cute :((( (also a great break from smut adjskla) ily. side note why is this man so hard to find photos for

Vernon doesn’t think he’s ever sweat this much in his life.

His whole body is hot as his heartbeat quickens in his chest, the rumbling of the organ banging against his ribcage deafening in his ears. His hands shake as he glances at you across the table.

You look cute today, but then again you look cute everyday. You did your hair up for today and even slid some rings on your fingers before leaving your house. You look over and notice Vernon staring so you shoot him a smile. It takes Vernon a second too long to process this and smile back.

Shit, he has got to calm down. If nothing else but to stop sweating, because it is not an attractive look on him.

“Nonie,” you say, startling him slightly. “You’ve barely touched your ice cream.” You nod at the cup of chocolate ice cream melting in front of him, only a few bites taken out of it. You on the other hand have half of your cone gone.

“Oh,” Vernon mutters, staring down at the bowl as well. “Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing? You’re the one who paid.” You take another lick of your cone. “What’s wrong? You’ve been off since I picked you up.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Vernon lies, his voice cracking a bit in the middle. You narrow your eyes at him before flicking your eyes to his ears.

“You’re lying,” you say matter of factly. “Your ears only get red when you’re lying. Or when you’re nervous.”

Vernon doesn’t want to tell you he’s both nervous and lying, so he instead lies even more. “You’re right, sorry. I think my stomach is just upsetting me a bit. I ate something weird for lunch.” It’s really only half a lie, because his stomach is in complete knots right now, you just don’t need to know why.

Well, you do. That’s the whole point of this outing. But Vernon can’t tell you just yet, not like this.

“Oh no,” you frown at Vernon, deeming him to be sincere enough. “Do you want me to take you home?”

“No!” Vernon shouts, causing a few glares to be shot his way from the other ice cream parlor tenants. You also stare at him curiously. “Sorry I just, no, I’ll be okay. I want to spend time with you.”

You laugh easily, the light sound gliding through the air and forcing Vernon’s heart to clench. “We see each other every day.”

“That’s different,” Vernon says, ducking his head. “This is just us, without any obligations or other people to bother us.”

In Vernon’s opinion you’re too popular, too many people vying for your attention, him included. That’s why he does his best to spend time with you like this, doing whatever you want to do, because all that matters to Vernon is being able to be with you, your full attention on him.

“I do agree it’s nice when it’s just us,” you say, smiling at your best friend. “How about this? I’ll finish my ice cream and then we can go walk around the shops, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Vernon says.

It doesn’t take long for you to finish your ice cream, and even though Vernon is anti-food waste, his stomach absolutely would not be able to keep the sugary confection down even if he tried. As soon as you step out of the ice cream parlor your hand finds Vernon’s, grasping at him to tug him along with you.

Though the act of holding hands isn’t new to you two, the feel of your warm hand against his still makes Vernon’s mouth go dry. He can’t focus on what you’re saying to him, too busy trying to figure out if you can feel how clammy his hand is.

Even if you can feel it, you don’t mention it, pulling Vernon along as you ramble on about life and things you see in the shop windows and how the weather is just perfect today for being outside. The whole time Vernon makes small comments, letting you know he’s listening. Every so often he steals glances at you, watching as your face lights up as you talk about whatever topic comes to your mind. The sun glows against your skin, like it was made to shine for you, but maybe Vernon’s just a bit biased.

Vernon isn’t sure when he fell in love with you, but isn’t that how it always is?

You two have been best friends for years now, after an unassigned assigned seat stealing incident in the 10th grade. It wasn’t instantaneous, you two shared some mutual friends and would hang out casually after class, and then before Vernon knew it you two were together nearly every day of the week. You two would go shopping on weekends or go to each other’s houses to study on school nights. You two unknowingly integrated so seamlessly into each other’s lives to the point where his mother calls you “hun” and your father calls him “son”. 

Going off to college didn’t change that, and now you two are living in the same city once again, pursuing your dreams together. And somewhere in all of that Vernon just…happened to fall in love with you. Somewhere between late night grocery trips and early morning sunrise watching and crying through final exams and cuddling during movie nights and taking pottery classes because you think it’ll be fun and yeah, Vernon really should have seen this coming.

He knows it’s cliche, but he isn’t that upset about it, because now he gets to be in love with you, his favorite person in the world. The only issue now is telling you that. The thing that’s been bothering him the whole day.

In reality, even if you don’t reciprocate him back, it’s not going to change anything. Vernon knows you two will stay best friends and will continue to hold hands while walking through stores and eat burgers together at two am, but maybe that’s what scares Vernon the most. The idea that you won’t like him back and he will never be able to get over you because how could he when you let him lay his head on your lap while late night talking or when you invite him over to dinner just to make sure he’s actually eating something that’s not chewy noodles and burnt toast.

He can’t not tell you though, because what if you do like him back, and it’s perfect and amazing and Vernon gets his happily ever after. So he has to tell you.

You’re looking at something in a window of an antique shop when Vernon starts to feel that suffocating feeling again, the sun suddenly becoming a bit too hot as his heart starts to race in his chest. He wants to spend everyday with you like this. He wants to call you his and you to call him yours.

“Vernon?” You’re his best friend. “Are you okay?” What if something bad happens? “Hey!” What if something good happens?

“I LIKE YOU!” Vernon shouts, the words spilling from his lips like he physically can’t keep them in anymore. His breathing stills as he stares at you, the only sound he hears being the hammering of his heart trying to escape his chest.

You start to giggle, your face lighting up in glee as you smack his shoulder. “You’re a dumbass, you know that? That’s what’s been stressing you out all day?” Vernon can only nod slightly. “I like you too, stupid. I thought you knew that.”

Like a weight being lifted off Vernon’s chest, he can finally breathe again. “How was I supposed to know that?!”

“You’re my best friend, I thought we knew everything about each other. I certainly knew you liked me.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Vernon whines. 

“Why didn’t you?” You shoot back.

“I just did!” Vernon counters and you start to giggle once more. You tug at Vernon’s hand, pulling him closer to you to lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek. Vernon feels his face heat up.

“And I’m glad you did.”

“But that means you have to plan the first date,” Vernon tells you. You gasp.

“That is not what that means! You confessed first, so you plan the date.”

“Like you don’t have a million date ideas already planned out,” Vernon retorts and you huff.

“Fine, I’ll plan the first date, but I better now hear any complaints.”

Vernon just grins and wraps his arms around you. “If it’s you? There’s nothing in the world I could complain about.”

It’s your turn to become flustered, sputtering out a “whatever.”

Vernon laughs and presses a kiss to your head. Of course he had nothing to worry about, after all, it’s you.

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[leonsbbg]

leon kennedy x reader

(890 words)

sweet leon helps his partner through a particularly rough night.

notes: FLUFF, bit of angst?, reader has a mini panic attack, no yn, gender neutral (leon is so sweet here please i cried writing this) this one is for anyone having a rough time. i wrote this in a time where i was very deep in my head and it helped me so i hope it can help someone too<3 ily all

"leon i- can't-" you stumble over your words. too many thoughts you want to articulate but can't quite distinguish them enough to get them out. you put your head in your hands, tears starting to spill down your face, frustration heavy on your heart.

"baby it's okay. don't cry. i know, i know." leon wraps his arms around your head and pulls you to his chest, resting his chin on top of you. he rubs his hand down your back in a comforting manner, rocking you slightly.

all of this should be enough to comfort you enough to calm you down, (it does) but you just feel so helpless. helpless that you can't express your emotions and feelings like leon can seem to do so easily.

and so you cry.

you cry because even though you can't always say what you're feeling, leon seems to know anyways. because leon is so soft and his presence can bring the greatest warmth on the coldest day and you feel like you do the exact opposite.

leon kisses the top of your head and pulls back to hold your face in his hands. he wipes away his beautiful partner's tears with the pad of his thumb and hates that he can't do the same to all the worries running around in your head.

"baby look at me." you hesitate but you trust leon with your life, your feelings, and everything else. so you look into leon's eyes and feel and see the love pouring out of them like honey.

"there you are. hi my love" leon smiles and he sees the way your eyes light up, even if it's only a little.

when he senses you still don't feel like talking, leon speaks up again.

"you don't have to talk right now. i understand, and i will wait for you forever." leon can already see the negative thoughts clouding your brain as he says that, so he quickly starts again.

"but don't you ever feel bad for it. i'm here for you because i want to be. you're not forcing me to be here, so please don't feel guilty. you have been there for me every time i've needed it so let me be here for you." leon holds both of your hands in his and squeezes ever so slightly as if to transfer his sincerity through his touch.

you search leon's eyes and see nothing but love and comfort. you know leon's right. you shouldn't feel bad. you were dating after all. but you can't help it, years of self-deprecating thoughts eating away at you.

you aren't good enough.

leon doesn't really care about you, he's only pretending.

why would he care about someone who's so messed up and broken?

you mean nothing to him.

you're useless.

leon could do so much better than you.

you cant do anything right.

you're such a fucking—

"hey love you're okay, it's okay, i'm here." you come back to yourself with your head pressed in between your knees, breathing erratically. leon's hand is running up and down your back.

"you're okay. you started to have a panic attack but you're okay." leon says in a soft voice.

i'm okay.

it'll be okay.

your breathing slowly, but surely, goes back to normal, your eyelids suddenly feeling heavy.

"come on baby, let's get you to bed, you look exhausted." leon lovingly helps you up and guides you to the side of the bed. you start to protest and tell leon you can do it yourself, but if you're being honest with yourself, you like being babied by your boyfriend every once in a while.

leon lifts the covers for you to slide under and pulls them up to your chin. he gently pushes aside a lock of your hair and gives you a light kiss on your forehead.

"leon i'm sor-" you start.

"nope. none of that. you have nothing to apologize for." leon insists as he sits on the edge of the bed.

"go to sleep. you need to rest." leon smiles down at you softly brushing his fingers through your hair.

your eyes began to droop, sleep evident in them.

leon could tell you were resisting sleep in favor of staying up with him, and he smiles at the thought.

"sleep baby, i'm right here. i'll always be right here with you."

as if a switch was flicked in your brain, you let your eyes shut and your mind wander somewhere else.

although leon knew what drowning in negative thoughts felt like, he also still found it hard to believe that his beautiful, loving, and caring partner could feel so bad about themself.

to leon, you were the most kind-hearted, hard-working, goal-driven person he'd ever seen. he found it sad how much you believed these lies you'd made up about yourself.

you lay peacefully, eyebrows not tense for the first time that evening.

leon knew it would take time, but he'd make it his personal goal to make sure you knew just how loved and important and wanted you were.

for now though, leon crawled on the bed alongside his partner and wrapped them up in his arms, pulling your back to his chest.

"you're okay. everything will be okay."

with one last peck to your exposed shoulder, leon finally let himself be pulled into blissful sleep next to the person he loved and cared for the most.

[revalition]

HELLO!!! congrats on finishing the intellect skills!!! :D!! this ask is your free pass to share any INT quotes you didn't get to share this week >:3!!! i would LOVE to read all of your cool quotes!!! <33 (if you have more than can fit in this ask i CAN AND WILL SEND YOU ANOTHER if you want me to!! hkjg <333)

hello voli!! ooh... I like this. You also get my not-asked-for comments on them, yay!

fair warning that most of these are probably 'less good' quotes since i had to pick and choose the ones I liked best to put in the posts. but. anyway.

making a cut here because it's gonna be loooong

lots of Logic ones! he has the most passives of all the skills so...

hehe logic won't let you mess up some important stuff!

this second one, Kim will stop you. And if Kim's not there, Reaction Speed will stop you (easy). And if RS doesn't fire, Logic stops you haha.

he gets so excited! very rarely!

go go logic deny it!

big one, but I love when so many talk at once. yeah logic, why didnt you think of it?? hmm??

as always, it's you who's dumb! never ever logic

it's endlessly funny to me when the skills ask the others to contribute and then they just... dont show up.

good question...

This one is SO funny. Logic. ily. this is also a Medium check!! I completely missed this one when searching through earlier. I wish fayde could just bomb my computer with all the logic dialogue so I could sift through 80 pages of it, instead of limiting it to 100 results :(

(this shows up if the query is too big - Sorry, all the words from your query were filtered out. Please use less common words, and ones which are longer than 1 letter (partial and mid-word matches count, you see, so searching 'd' would return everything with a 'd' in it, and that's like 53,000 records, you won't want to read all that!) and, like... no, no, you are severely underestimating me. I actually do want to read all that, desperately)

anyway.

Logic passive fails my beloved

is he not creative enough to make something up?? echem, drama, and inland come up with times for him

hghhk the great serotonin jackpot. I'm super normal about electrochemistry. who is NOT an int skill and will have to wait. logic's comment heals your morale!!

ah yes, very normal things for a joyrider to have in their car. ty logic!

his love of jigsaw puzzlessss

what could go wrong??

related:

this is a different check! but thank goodness for these guys and their stupidly brilliant ideas. saved the day in my 1 INT run.

wow! sarcastic logic my beloved. one second before empathy throws moralism at you

mmm, this one isn't super logic focused, but you can't get this dialogue without passing the challenging Logic passive... and it's really interesting.

this is about to get really rambly but I read a story once about if when you die, your soul travels to a timeline where the flow of events was different and you didn't die. But as your life progresses, avoiding death becomes less and less likely... (eg, avoiding death by getting hit by a bus would take you to a very similar timeline. But avoiding death from old age...) and by the end, the world was unrecognizable. It was a bit sad... I wish I could remember what it was called.

This dialogue reminded me of it. Of the improbable futures. A world where you hit that 3% chance on the dice over and over and it slowly changes everything.

anyway!!

if you didn't deduce that the 2mm hole in the world is a baby pale, a Legendary Logic passive can deduce that it's really off that your radio is catching entroponetic crosstalk all the way in Martinaise.

If you deduce the pale in the church, Soona comments that the recording in the electronic doorbell is likely crosstalk, and Kim makes a comment about often getting crosstalk on the police radio as well.

But it doesn't seem like anyone else has come to the same conclusion...

Harry knows a lot more about the pale than he should.

The final rest state for reality.

hustler logic!!

Logic... come on man. this is not helping. The whole dream is so horrible. He's so nonchalant about it too.

Look at this! The variable is called volition tea... Conceptualization imagining the yummy ginger tea for you is so sweet

I love this. Poor Kim...

Thank you Conceptualization. We would be lost without you.

:(((

poor harry

KIM don't take away concy's poetic name!! >:(

I love these twooo.

and that's apparently 30... uhm. I got extra logic and conceptualization ones in at least..?

you can feel free to send another ask if you actually want even more haha

I was supposed to spend tonight assembling volition quotes!!! and then I somehow got sidetracked on this for (checks clock...) 2 hours. oops. but it's okay cause I picked up lots of other great quotes to shove into my giant doc!

ok :) that's it. thank you for the ask!!! hopefully you don't regret asking (though if you do... you should have known better lol)

[ashipikaur]

“SOS: What To Do With a Pathetically Whipped Captain?”

SUMMARY: After a few weeks of Paul being on the crew, he and Jonny seem to have gotten over their initial differences. No more cold glares and no more petty fights. Noticing this, their Captain seems to become quite gloomy despite being the one to urge them to get along… Paul is then enlisted to handle it, with the rest of the crew participating in hijinks along the way.

WORD COUNT: 5.2k

NOTES: TO BE SO FRS I KINDA JUST CLOSED MY EYES W A VAGUE IDEA AND POPPED THIS OUT. pathetic captain sky ILY <3 jonnypaul friendship ILY <3 bloody henry ILY <3 my beloved

AO3 LINK: vacant for now <\3

Boarding with the Sky Pirates wasn’t all that easy for Paul.

In the first place, only one person ever really wanted him on the crew. Sometimes he wonders if it was truly fated to happen like the captain had said himself, or if his presence on the rotting ship was only a result of how much Sky had pestered the rest of the crew. Paul is generally skeptical about the concept of fate anyways, so he typically figures it’s the latter. Considering Sky’s personality and his strong presence despite not even having a bounty over his head, it only makes sense.

That same strong influence is reflected by his role of captain. Captain’s rule overrides everything else, after all. When paired with a strong (and annoying) voice, it’s practically impossible to ignore his requests on a wooden island. So, Paul is sure that if Sky had begged enough to make his crew mates’ ears bleed, they’d be willing to go so far as to kidnap Paul from the navy to have him standing here.

“Childish,” Paul can’t help but think, “Like a child throwing a tantrum.”

Apart from Sky, the members of the Sky Pirates come as followed; Henry, Jonny, and Francoise. Both Bloody Henry and Blackbeard were wanted men that Paul never even wanted to interact with past locking them up in a cell, but alas, whether it be fate or forced misfortune, he too has ended up stuck with the two scheming devils.

Surprisingly enough though, despite both of them posing threats to his life at times, the most awkward obstacle to approach was always Jonny. Most say he’s the muscle of the crew, an extra arm attached to Sky’s body, or even the dog of the group, yet with easygoing connotations like that, Paul had only ever felt uncomfortable whenever left alone with the brute. If he is a dog, then he’s a guard dog that acts like he’s always being held back from committing a murder. To make up for it, he barks for hours on end, or glares coldly at you. In Paul’s case, anyhow. Nobody feels particularly at home when there’s one person sniffing you out as an outsider, as one would imagine.

It wasn’t until one random day after a blood-drenched battle where Jonny had approached him with a sparkle in his normally barren eyes. In the heat of the moment, Paul only remembers a salute and deep bow from the pirate and surprised voices from the rest of the crew. He’s still not really sure what happened for Jonny to change his mind, but ever since then, they’ve been having small conversations and, at times, trivial discussions. They’ve come so far as to be able to go on shopping trips with only the two of them without any hitches at all — Paul could even say it goes smoother than going out to town with Sky, even if he can barely wrap his head around it.

And now, we’re here.

“But fishes usually eat other fishies, aye?” Jonny asks, carrying two unevenly sized buckets on his trusty wooden oar, “That’d be cannibalism in itself…”

“That’s… partially true,” Paul replies, “I think you can think of it as humans and other mammals. Eating cows and lambs doesn’t necessarily make us cannibals.”

“Ah. And when Jonny’d thought he’d found a way to justify eatin’ them…” Jonny visually wilts down to the dampened floor, dropping the wood buckets down with a thunk. Paul stifles a laugh at the slightly pathetic sight of Jonny defeatedly tossing his oar away, in order to prevent him from feeling too bad. He couldn’t have imagined pirates, who he’d previously thought of as bloodthirsty, to be able to feel as guilty over something as silly as this. The blond follows suit, placing down the two fishing rods they’d brought out as well.

“Well, you’re a pirate after all, so it makes sense that you’d take any meat you can get. Especially on this crew. Finding a suitable port all while having the correct funds sounds practically impossible considering your captain,” Paul smiles, turning his gaze over to the vast ocean to the right of them, “So fish consumption shouldn’t be something for you to be concerned about. They’re a suitable substitution for more popular meats, I think.”

Paul expects a response, but he’s met with an almost awkward silence that takes place between the two instead. Confused, he turns his head back to his companion, who stands blankly.

“Our captain,” Jonny corrects, “And ye’d be a pirate too.”

Now, Paul pauses, somewhat stunned, and Jonny’s the one awaiting an answer.

“…Yes, our captain,” Paul reiterates, “Our crew as well.”

Jonny smiles, proud and welcoming, much too reminiscent of his beloved role model, and Paul feels a certain warmth inside his chest that he can’t quite label at the moment. The two share a fuzzy glance and chuckle a bit before Paul turns to the sea again, this time with a soft appreciation for something old and renewed. Similarly, Jonny leans over the aged railings and takes a gander at some cuisine on tonight’s menu. His head whips back and forth a couple times, bandana flapping on and on before he finishes his previous thought.

“I guess fish be pretty tasty anyways, so it’s okay to eat ‘em!” Jonny concludes, watching the small waiver of waves ripple as they pass by, “They make everyone happy too, so yer sacrifice doesn’t go t’ pain, fishies! You’ll make the Cap’n real happy!”

“It’s ‘to vain’, Jonny.”

“Aye! Thanks, ol’ Paul o’ semantics!” Jonny nods deeply, turning his head over to Paul, “Say, for every new n’ crazy word y’tell me today, I’ll dock it as an extra on my quota! It’ll be out of thanks for expandin’ my vocabulary.”

Paul laughs, not entirely understanding the concept of it all, but entertaining it nonetheless, “You can try your best, but I’m not sure if I can stomach all of that meat.”

“Then you can donate t’ the others! Jonny’ll see what he can catch first… Oh, but the sky looks kind of grumpy today, don’t it? Not sure if that’ll be of help t’ us.”

Paul glances up to an incoming swirl of dulled blue and darkened gray clouds, “Seems so. Odd.”

Neither of them would have expected it after the sunny morning only an hour or two ago, but they don’t dwell on it too long. Instead they share a relaxed laugh at a failed hope of late afternoon fishing. Either way is fine for them, after all. They’ll see how much they can make from a shortened situation like this.

“Looks like you’ll have t’ keep yer fancy vocab to a minimum, Paul!”

△

Jonny was right. The sky was grumpy indeed.

“Captain,” Henry calls out, prancing up the creaking stairs to the ship’s helm, “I was lookin’ over the maps we gained from way back at our last port, and I think ye’d be scammed out of yer money again. Y’really gotta learn about pattern recognition.”

To no avail, he gains no reply. Henry places his foot on the final step, and finds his captain hunched over the helm’s wheel. It’s weird, but not a newly discovered sight, unfortunately.

“Money be lost. Gone. Ye’d be an idiot.” Henry condenses, but his words still aren’t heard over the… questionable grumbling from Sky but otherwise peaceful silence that befalls the ship. The navigator sighs, annoyed with the fact that he’s forced to contribute more effort than he’d like.

Henry starts his way to the direct front of the wheel. He pauses once, pretends to hit Sky in the face, walks behind him, picks up his hat and places it back down, trails back again, twice around the Captain himself, yet his triangular gaze doesn’t wither. Just stares straight. One would think that that’s good characteristic to have as a helmsman, but as Henry follows Sky’s glare, he only finds it sticks a landing right between Jonny and Paul. For two people he claims to love very much, said glare is enough to break the already dissipating ship that he too, loves very much. And if Sky doesn’t get his sights back on what he should be focused on, it’s mighty possible that all of these things that he loves, oh so very much, will end up sinking to the bottom of the ocean in no time. Henry lets out another sigh.

In attempts to deconstruct the situation, Henry glances over at the ongoing conversation between Jonny and Paul over by the ship’s wooden railing. He has to admit, yes, he’s also surprised to see them getting along so well without any interference, but it doesn’t look wrong, exactly. Lots of smiles. Lots of laughing. “Maybe Jonny’s dog-brain spread to Paul,” Henry thinks.

With some experienced magic, his crystal blue eyes squint to examine further, and his vision enhances in on the lip movements moving the conversation along. Sky’s muttering complaints tune out, and imaginary words tune in instead. There’s a good variety of words as far as Henry can tell, some like “fish”, “sunshine”, “cooking”, “photosynthesis”, and the like. Henry sends out some mental props to Paul for using such aristocratic words with a guy like Jonny. However, the word most abundant between them is “sky”. It’s almost like the two of them would die if they didn’t go a couple sentences without bringing it — or him — up.

Both Jonny and Paul are notorious (or as notorious as they can get on a crew made up of two other members) for competing for the spot of Sky’s favorite on the crew. It’s to no surprise that the captain would be their hot topic of discussion no matter the situation. Likely the reason why they’re even getting along right now. So for a guy like Sky who’s constantly whining about the lack of talk regarding his name, Henry is left confused with the state of his captain. Your two favorite people talking non-stop about you, and you have the audacity to be upset about it? Even Henry didn’t know Sky could be that greedy.

“So why’re ye acting like such an idiot today?” Henry verbalizes, finally resorting to kicking Sky in the left calf to catch his attention. He lets out a hearty yelp, finally snapping out of his daze. Both Jonny and Paul whip their heads back in surprise, but neither care enough to call out to Henry. They continue chatting aimlessly, clueless to the predicament occupying the helm.

“Who called me an idiot?!” Sky booms, dramatic as ever, “Yer captain be steerin’ the ship t’where ye need to be! Nothin’ else!”

“U~huh,” Henry drags out, “I’ve never seen you gander at Paul with anythin’ but heart eyes. Don’t tell me that ye only be starting t’ hate him now that he be on our side.”

Sky sharply gasps, offended, and crosses his arms to deny Henry’s accusation, “As if. I’d never hate Paulie.”

“It’d be Jonny that’s the issue then? Cruel thing t’be wishing misfortune on yer brother.”

“Nay! Not that either!!!” Sky’s eyes droop deeply as his arched brows furrow downwards. His feigned anger doesn’t affect Henry anyway, who wears the same expecting yet bored gaze he’s held for the entirety of the investigation. Left with no more questions to answer, Sky’s only choice is to fess up to this annoyingly persistent wall of a navigator.

A heavy and wheezed sigh escapes Sky’s lips, almost as if it was painfully squeezed out of him. He waits a second or two, before speaking up again, this time in a shrunken voice.

“Just… have ye ever… seen Paulie so happy…?”

Oh. So this is the problem.

Henry tightly presses his lips together, cringing at this sorry excuse of a one sided lover’s quarrel. Unfortunately, in order to solve a situation you have to assess it. “Crew wages would be a blessed thing to have right now,” Henry wishes, feeling like a couple therapist.

“He be so happy… and smilin’… and laughin’…” While choking back tears, Sky curls back over the helm’s wheel, “Paulie rarely ever acts that cute around me… so why…!”

A firm fist slams into the wooden steering wheel, and Sky sinks down even further to the point of even his forehead making a thunk. Sky’s trembling sobs bleed into the sun dried wood of the ship. Every movement is sloppy, and a disgustingly lovesick feeling trails behind, staining the area with a touchy-feely ick. Not particularly one of Henry’s favorite things.

He waves his hand to shake it off, and takes a breath before confirming, “Long story short, ye be jealous of Jonny because he’s stealin’ Paul’s attention. Aye?”

“Because Paulie be sharin’ his cute smile with Jonny n’ not me!”

“Aye aye, same thing,” Henry grumbles, sending a hearty pat on the back to his distraught captain, “Then why don’t you intervene? Ye be captain after all. Both of them would probably hither to your every word if ye really tried. Y’could probably get them to hate each other again if you wanted them to.”

“But…” Sky lifts his head from the now-dampened wheel, “I be happy they be gettin’ along… I just don’t want Paulie t’ end up liking Jonny more than me! I’ve worked too hard trying t’ win him over…!”

“…Then try showing Paul all the love you got?” Henry’s sure he’s heard this line from some other pirate in a bar before.

“He’d run away! I know Paulie too well… I can imagine his blushy face… all before he hits me in the jaw…” Despite the painful imagery, Sky’s tone stays lovestruck.

“Annoying. This is why I don’t bother with love,” Henry blanks. Sky’s love problems are enough for him to deal with and he’s not even directly involved in the situation. Anything with this much miscommunication and this many layers is too much for Henry to even try and detangle. He’s willing to do a lot for his best buddy, something easier like an assasination or risking his own life, but working this quarrel out is where he draws the line.

“Alright, you’ve got too many issues t’ deal with and this ain’t even what I signed up for.” Bloody Henry surrenders, putting two hands up in defeat. He’s about to tack on a halfhearted good luck to his sentiment, all before his ears pick up on the opening creak of a door. Peeking down the stairs leading to the helm, he spots a black hat and muddled green hair stumbling about. Perfect! Problems can be solved and labor can happen. About the most productive Captain Sky’s Pirates can be!

“…Buuut,” Henry picks up again, “Sometimes thinkin’ about the hypotheticals doesn’t take ye nowhere. Life of a pirate, aye cap’n?” A sweet smile falls on his small face, and before Sky can even attempt to follow along, his navigator takes charge.

“Blackbeard! Come work your shift as helmsman, will ye?” Henry calls out, receiving a profanic bark in response, “And ex-officer Paul, cap’n wants to have a word with ye!”

Sky’s eyes shoot open at Henry’s call for Paul, yet he can only stand agape as he sees Paul turn around obediently at the shout of his name. Nothing is audible from the distance they’re at, but Sky can clearly see Jonny droop with disappointment as Paul waves him a goodbye. Left alone with a half bucket of fish, he has nothing to do except absentmindedly throw his fishing line out again. There’s nothing malicious about the simple goodbye, and Sky knows it, but that same disgruntled feeling runs through his body. The way Paul walks over, his typical distinguished aura washing away the specially carefree one he was sharing with someone else before, it all makes Sky’s chest ache a little. He doesn’t resist Henry's sporadic plan anymore, as the drop in morale was too severe for him to keep his gusto.

On time as ever, Paul makes his way up the helm’s stairs as quickly as one can, with a graceful punctuality of a naval recruit. Similarly, he stands straight and reformed, awaiting for the expansion of his orders. Henry snorts at how inappropriate Paul’s acting considering the situation, but ends up awkwardly coughing into his hand to cover it up.

“Appears to me that you and the Captain have got something to say to each other, so I put it upon myself t’ give you two some space to talk about yer feelings.”

Paul narrows his eyes in confusion, “What feelings?” He makes an attempt to glance over at Sky for any sort of hint towards the situation, but gains nothing of importance. As far as Paul can tell, Henry probably told Sky about how horrible the ship’s conditions are. It’s not hard to get Sky quiet and sulking.

“Exactly!” Henry beams, punching a congratulatory fist out towards Paul, “Sort it out in the Captain’s quarters, aye? Whatever you two get up to isn’t somethin’ the rest of us wanna witness, I assure ye.”

Before Paul can even raise his voice to refute, Henry grabs him by the arm, spinning him around and shoving him right into Sky’s arms. Happily, Sky takes him in, and soon enough Paul is enveloped in the warm embrace of the one who loves him so. Paul’s cheeks flush red at the suddenness of it all.

“Good luck, Captain! Plunder your booty, or… whatever.”

A violently hushed “What? What?” is all Paul can choke out, shooting a shocked glare as strong as he can muster at Henry. Sky shrugs in defeat and begins to shuffle him away, Paul soon losing sight of the navigator waving goodbye like a pretty princess.

Life of a pirate was what Henry had mentioned before. For Sky, that’s all his life ever was. Sometimes, you strike lucky and plunder a million, or the navy strikes you and your beloved vessel crashes to the depths of the sea. You won’t reach either conclusion if you never take a gamble every once in a while. At the end of it all, you come out alive only to scramble along again. Living on the sea is unexpected, dangerously so, and you can never count on the chances of you seeing it through the next day.

“So,” Sky calculates, gazing upon Paul’s reddening neck as he pushes him along, “If life be dealing me with an opportunity like this, what kind of pirate captain am I if I can’t make the most of it?”

△

Not a very good captain, to say the least.

Upon entering the Captain’s Quarters, Paul breaks out of Sky’s grip, finding solace in the middle of the room. Preparing himself for anything, the ex-officer tightly crosses his arms, a sharp eye following Sky’s every move. But oddly enough, Sky doesn’t jump the gun as usual. Instead, he looks in another direction, and his royal blue cloak sadly trails behind him, perching upon a meek wooden chair. It whines painfully as Sky puts his weight on it, squatting on it with all his might. Similar to the chair, Sky’s face is, weirdly, just as pathetic.

Paul’s arms loosen upon realizing that he doesn’t have any tricks up his sleeve, and his browline relaxes. Whether actually true or not, to Sky, he seems disappointed with the lack of action.

The corners of Sky’s mouth jump up teasingly, “What’s wrong, Paulie? Were ye expecting me t’ do something else to you?” It’s an attempt at charming Paul, but his gloominess poses a threat to his natural charisma. It’s only about half effective, but Sky’ll take Paul sighing with a reddened face as a win, at least. Unfortunately, it seems like Paul isn’t in the mood.

“I did not,” The blond bites back, “I’m just confused. If you really wanted to do something, I wouldn’t just be standing aimlessly like this. We both know that. So what’s the point of bringing me here?”

“I didn’t wanna bring ye here in the first place!” Sky protests, defending himself, “‘Twas all Henry’s idea.”

“To talk about feelings? Henry of all people?”

Sky saddeningly rests his chin on the small chair’s backrest, believing that it’s enough to substitute as a “yes”. The statement sounds bizarre to him too, after all.

“…If he went that far, then there’s definitely something going on with you past just being dramatic,” Paul murmurs, observing Sky’s behavior from about three feet away, “Or it poses a threat to Henry’s wellness of life. Either way, you’re going to have to explain yourself, because I’m clueless as to why you’re acting so depressed.”

Sky doesn’t answer. Like a child being scolded, he stays quiet with his gaze locked onto the wooden grains of his room. His fingernail plays with a stray hair of wood loose on his perch. He’ll take anything to escape Paul being mean to him.

“Sky,” Paul warns, voice growing impatient, “If you don’t speak up, I’m going to end up leaving you.”

Sky winces at Paul’s word choice. He really has no backbone when he’s threatened with his treasures leaving him. He knows it probably wasn’t intentional, knowing Paul, but the various semantics behind it make his heart ache. With more silence follows another warning.

“I’ll have to go tell Jonny that—“

“THAT!” Sky shouts, suddenly jumping up in the chair and scaring Paul in the process, “That be the problem!”

“What?” Paul sputters, “That…? Jonny?”

Sky yelps out a “yes!” to confirm Paul’s suspicion, but realizes how crazy he sounds by doing so. Paul’s face is slightly bewildered, causing Sky to shrink down and curl back into his chair yet again. Considering his relationship with Jonny, it makes sense Paul would be confused with the concept of him being the reason for Sky’s depressive state. Honestly, Sky’s surprised too. Ashamed, he lowers his head and attempts to explain himself.

“Y’know… ye n’ Jonny… were out fishing with each other…”

“And what’s the issue with that?”

“Nothin’ important,” Sky assures, “Just that…”

Paul cocks a brow.

“…I thought y’hated each other.”

“Do you want us to?“ Paul asks, genuinely flabbergasted, “The entire time I’ve been on this crew, you’ve been floundering me and Jonny to get along, and now that we finally are you’re acting childish about it. So what is it?”

“That ain’t the problem!” Sky whines, finally looking up at Paul, “I wanted the two o’ ye to get along, but not like this! Ye always be smiling and laughing around Jonny and I don’t understand why!”

Paul’s brows jump at Sky’s confession. Falling silent, he murmurs to himself.

“Do I really…” Paul’s face flushes a bit, to Sky’s surprise. To Paul’s as well, as a new feeling wriggles in his chest, making him feel weirdly flattered. Instinctively, his fingers touch upon his lips at the mention of his smile, obscuring them from the pirate’s vision. The room is still awkwardly silent.

Sky’s voice runs quiet as he clarifies, “I just don’t get what’s so special about talkin’ t’ Jonny that makes your smile pop out so often. I have to work so hard to even get a glimpse of it.” A pout follows the confession. It’s stupid. It’s supposed to be stupid, but Paul can’t help but find it cute. A grown man feeling stupidly jealous over him isn’t something that should make his heart flip twice over, but it does. It’s an unknown feeling for Paul.

There’s a lot of things that flood into Paul’s mind at this moment, some thoughts he wants to keep to himself, and some prompting questions he wants to ask Sky. But the most apparent is his discovery of the reason for Sky’s gloominess. This time, Paul breaks the silence by voicing his conclusion.

“…Are you jealous, Sky?”

The culprit can’t even push himself to deny it anymore. It’s much too apparent, with him childishly clinging to a wooden chair for comfort during the confrontation. His gaze once again falls to the floor in shame, unfitting for a pirate captain.

“You really are an idiot,” Paul sighs, almost disappointed with Sky’s incompetence. Though his words are thorny, a slightly playful smile blooms on his face.

Small creaks reach Sky’s ears, growing in volume before Paul’s light fingers touch upon his chin. Amber eyes tilt upwards, and Sky feels blessed witnessing the beautiful sight before him. His lover’s silhouette blocks the small amount of light bleeding into the Captain’s quarters, making it feel like the two are isolated in a moment just to themselves. Emerald eyes are narrowed, glazed with a sugared honey. Soft, tender, and sweet, oh so similar to the heavy feelings Sky carries for Paul.

“You already know the whole reason why I joined this crew was because of you,” Sky’s eyes begin to melt at Paul’s rare, honey-dripped tone, “If you weren’t so persistent, I would’ve never even considered becoming a pirate. To change the course of my entire life and attempt a second… It’s because of you. It always was. I…”

Now, Paul’s gaze falls, face blushed with feelings.

“I…”

His words become choked in his throat, too jumbled to let out. The short monologue comes to a close, and Paul closes his lips, flustered. He can’t go on.

Instead, his fingers tilt Sky’s jaw even further up. Paul cradles Sky’s face softly as he moves in closer. Beautiful green eyes lock with an awaiting, burning sunset, and soon, their lips lightly touch together. The kiss only lasts a few seconds, tame in comparison to ones they’ve shared before, but it’s laced with a dangerous sweetness. It expresses more than Paul could ever imagine. Despite that lack of intense action, Sky still feels robbed of his breath when they part.

“I love you, Paul,” He murmurs, mind vacant of any other thoughts, “I love you so much.”

The promise spills out effortlessly. As easy as saying “hello”.

Yet, Paul can only respond with silence. His lips stay static, but his eyes waiver with hesitation. Swirling with so many shades, Sky watches them fade from confusion, acceptance, to affection. Every version is beautiful. Every version, Sky adores.

There may be no verbal indication of Paul’s feelings, but Sky doesn’t mind. Staring into Paul’s eyes tells him enough. It may be a mess, but it’s coherent to him. That’s about fine for Sky. He doesn’t need more than whatever Paul is ready for. No matter how much he’s allowed, he’ll treasure everything he can get. He’s used to it, after all.

Paul’s eyes tremble again, but this time strong with one feeling. He’s embarrassed, Sky can tell, with the adorably red cheeks and desperation for words. This is a side of Paul only he’s familiar with, and so, he laughs, those feelings of jealousy melting away by the second.

“…I was never good with words.” Paul coughs, stating the obvious. The way he quietly confesses it like it’s a secret makes Sky chuckle, but he can’t blame him. Any attempt at reigniting conversation is good for him right about now.

“It’d be alright,” Sky coos, “I love that too~.”

“Would you stop it already?” An embarrassed smile creeps through Paul’s feigned nonchalant attitude, “This is why I can’t stand you half the time.”

“Aye, I know~” Sky smiles too, with a grin much more charming and confident than Paul’s. At last, he stretches away from the wooden chair which creaks out of relief at the release of weight. No longer cooped up in a barrage of messy feelings, the captain jumps over to Paul, bright blue springing up and down with every step. He seems to be fully cured of the gloominess that plagued him before. Paul smiles with satisfaction, charming Sky, and with the captain being the lovesick fool he is, he begins to lean in for another kiss.

That is, before he’s interrupted by an echoing knock on his door.

“Can I open the door?” Francoise’s high voice questions, sounding almost scared. Sky shouts a word of affirmation after a huff, and the lean lady opens the Captain’s Quarters with a relieved sigh upon seeing the two. The only point of contact is Sky’s arm resting upon Paul’s waist. Both Sky and Paul tilt their heads, clueless to the reason for her cautiousness.

“It’d be raining out on the deck, and Jonny wasn’t too keen on fishing out there alone, so we decided to play some cards in the dining area,” Francoise explains, “Henry’s already thrown out the anchor, so he told me to come and invite the two o’ ye.”

Her big eyes scan across the room suspiciously before continuing, “Thankfully you two were still clothed by the time I got ‘ere… I was afraid I’d walk in on somethin’ I didn’t wanna see.”

Immediately, Paul takes offense, arms crossed and face blooming red, “Why do all of you always assume Sky and I are up to something indecent?! Are conversations not a normal occurrence in your lives?”

“Considering whatever’s going on with the Captain’s arm and your hips,” Francoise carelessly motions at the two of them, “I don't think that be a normal occurrence, Paul.” Sky snickers, and Paul elbows him in the rib. He lets out a pained “ow” in response.

“Blimey… Then let us finish up what we were doin’ and we’ll meet’cha in the dining quarters!” Sky proposes, ushering Francoise to make a quick leave, “That way, there’d be no way to walk in on something ye don’t wanna see. Happy ending for everyone!”

Instantly, Francoise takes the chance, and swiftly turns around, leaving the premises with small steps. To take her place, Paul’s growing glare corners Sky, urging him to explain himself, and Sky realizes that he’s lost his chance at a second kiss. With a heavy sigh, he clears his throat, his demeanor darkening to serious tone.

“Don’t worry Paulie. I just wanted to request ye somethin’ as captain.” Sky explains, looking at Paul with a strict gaze. It catches Paul off guard, now listening intently.

“I just… needed some privacy… for me to make sure that you sit next to me and not Jonny!” Sky’s palm presses firmer on Paul’s hip, emphasizing his point. Though Sky maintains stern brows, all of Paul’s previous concern withers away in a second. Sky is now faced with a look of pathetic pity.

“God,” Paul grumbles, “Why are you so dramatic…”

“Because this be a serious matter! Please, Paulie, sit next to me…!”

“You really are a wimp,” Paul sighs, before a small smirk sneaks its way onto his face. Mischievously, his arms reach to peel Sky’s hand off of him, “Well, you better hurry before I end up taking the seat next to him then.”

Surprising Sky, Paul begins to run off to the dining area with a competitive look, escaping from his grasp. The captain shouts, losing his beloved treasure by the second. Sky stumbles over his triangular rug, breaking out of his initial shock and tripping his way after Paul. He chases after that shining gold with pathetic cries, just as he always has. Just as how he’ll continue to.

“Oi, Paulie! Can’tcha just sit on my lap instead?! We don’t need t’ fight like this…!”

On that rainy day, the Sky Pirates had experienced the most chaotically competitive game of cards any of them had ever played. The afternoon filled with laughter and cheers, with not even Bloody Henry escaping a good chuckle.

The life of a pirate was dangerous, indeed, but it allowed for one to cherish every moment of life.

And nothing can compare to the fruitful memories made with the ones you love.

[nectardaddy]

hi <3 for the ask game

☘️ - do you have any superstitions? and quirks you do to follow those superstitions? (i.e, ringing bells before you leave the house to ask the spirits to watch over your home, knocking on wood to bring good luck, not opening umbrellas indoors, things like that.)

🍵 - do you ever make s/i tea or coffee? what kind? if you don't make them tea or coffee, is there something else you make for them? like hot chocolate?

🌱 - do you like gardening? if so, what do you plant? and if you don't garden, whats something you would like to plant?

🥬 - what's a meal, snack, or drink you introduced to s/i that they like? whats one that they introduced to you?

🍒 - do you bake? do you and s/i bake together? do you have a go-to treat to make?

have a good day <3333 - @deathdetermineslife

self ship asks !

☘️ (kissing you on the mouth for asking this one ily)

I am EXTREMELY superstitious while suga is a little stituous, but I have created a monster with it and now he uses it against me lol. I have bells on the front door for protection, cinnamon and salt gets put under our front door mat every first of the month, selenite is overtop every single doorway, and this man CAN NOT sweep my feet (amongst many others but then this would get too long oops) he thinks is so fucking funny to chase me with the broom and pretend like he's gonna sweep my feet. I stg one day I'm going to knock his ass out

🍵

suga is an AVID coffee drinker, while I still drink coffee but prefer energy drinks (don't clock me for this I know they're unhealthy). usually he's the one making coffee for me <33 BUT I do wake up before him on the weekends and make coffee for him <3 we can't go without caffeine because we are actually addicted to it so there's never a time where we're not drinking coffee tbh

🌱

this is so embarrassing but I kill every plant I own. suga has a few plants in his classroom, just regular old house plants that he surprisingly hasn't killed yet. neither of us have a green thumb but he's better than me lmao

🥬

so uh... I can't cook to save my life. everything I make is from a box or stupidly easy so I introduced him to fried pickles made in an air fryer :)))) he however can cook!! and while he didn't introduce me to it, this man can CHEF UP some ramen!! anytime he says he's making ramen I am SAT

🍒

again, I can't cook so suga is basically the cook/baker in this house. he especially does NOT trust me in that kitchen to bake. I will BURN those poor cookies/cakes/etc.. so I sit on the counter while he does it and annoy him <333

[valentinejaes]

bias tag game

tagged by: @lee-minhoe (ty beloved 💜)

rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10, then answer the questions below. try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

tagging (ofc only if you want to): @cheolmatez @sunminshine @boobzi @kimsmingyu @janggtoco @choiyeonjuns +anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!! Pls tag me if you do 🫶🏻

questions below the cut

My Bias List (narrowing down to 10 biases was an impossible ask. I'm still very much in my exo brainrot so I have all 3 of my exo biases on this and also moon taeil ily. Also sorry to all the women I bias. I could literally make a list of 10 gg biases and do this a 2nd time):

Baekhyun

Taeil

Jongin

Chanyeol

Minho (shinee)

Dokyeom

Wonwoo

Haechan

Donghun

Kihyun

QUESTIONS

1. Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

Minho. Choi Minho is my og bias wrecker. Plus I started stanning shinee in 2010 before seventeen was even a thing. Wonwoo was just a babe in the woods at that point 😂

2. Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

TAEIL v. DOKYEOM?? Well, it should come as no surprise to anyone but the answer is Moon Taeil. I adore that man with my whole being (I hope he's recovering and resting well rn). Lee Seokmin is very important to me too, but he was up against my moon man and stood no chance. Sorry, DK 💔

3. If you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

I have to pick between Kim Jongin and Byun Baekhyun??? This game is rude 😒 but ofc I'm choosing Baekhyun. Mel had a really cute answer to this that I'm not going to be able to compare to. But I feel like Baek just needs a break. So I'd probably choose to do something chill (I say as tho I wouldn't be a basket case and like I can speak Korean). Maybe go to a coffee place, preferably one with baked goods, near a park or a river and just take our coffee (and pastries) to a nice spot to chill and talk. Maybe get some pizza for lunch. Play some video games (truthfully I'd probably just watch HIM play since I only play single player games due to being shit at them). Idk 🤷‍♀️ I'm bad at this lmao

4. What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

HIS SMILE!! I know he's known for his sad eyes while singing but COME ON!! LOOK AT HIM 🥺 (yes, I'm stealing mel's idea of including a picture, but mostly bc more people should know and love Donghun)

5. What is your favorite part of 6's personality?

Dokyeom is like the literal embodiment of sunshine. He is so bright and happy!! You can tell he loves life and finds joy in little things. His laughter and smile is such a serotonin boost! I know that he feels and thinks about things deeply and can be a little (a lot) hard on himself. But he's got this big, big heart. I just love how full of light he is, yk?

7. Between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

Why do I feel like neither Baekhyun nor Taeil have much that I would want to raid from their closets? 🤔 idk that I pay that close attention to their own personal styles either tbh. I think I'm picking Baek tho. I don't have a great reason other than I know he's always wearing these oversized things. And oversized clothes are cozy 🤷‍♀️ I'm stealing one of that man's hoodies and keeping it for the rest of my life thanks so much

8. What is a style that you want to see 3 try?

I don't feel like I have any notes for Mr. Gucci. Jongin has a much better grasp on fashion than I do. AND he's done pretty much everything and can pull off the craziest things.

9. Between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

Minho, but I'm not actually close to his height either. Chanyeol's just a tol boy™️

10. Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

Oh man this is such a difficult question. Out of the 2, Kihyun's the only one with solo work. But Donghun's voice is SOOO 👌🏻💯🤧👏🏻👍🏻 I feel similarly about Kihyun's voice tho. If we're saying between a.c.e's music and monsta x's tho...?? I *think* I'm choosing a.c.e's, but kihyun's solos are so good 😭😭 this is such an impossible decision to make 🙃

[reikunrei]

if i may be embarrassing for a minute here (beware: gushing about things and people that make me happy in my miserable life ahead)

the last 4 or so years of my life have been hell. and especially the last 1.5-2 years have been awful and i’ve never been in such a dark mental space. lots of sudden physical health problems (many of which are just sorta like “shrug idk just wait it out”) and a continuous downward spiral of my mental health (bc of the physical health stuff but also long-lasting financial issues, gender dysphoria, being stuck living with family which makes me wanna kms, etc.), all of which also makes it difficult or impossible to perform my regular hobbies (writing, drawing, video games, all of them are physically painful due to tendinitis) so my free time is always either unfulfilling or literally hurts me to do

and i’ve had lots of friends over the years who’ve made me laugh and smile, and I’m forever grateful to them and love them all dearly (to those of you who will see this bc you follow me here, hi, ily. to those who won’t see it bc they don’t follow me here, I’ll have to drop into those group chats and say a quick ily too)

but i’ve also begun interacting with a lot of new people in the last few months and I’m very grateful for y’all too. most of you are on here. probably all of you are on here. if you’re reading this, hi. what’s up. anyway

it just made me glad that i can still meet new people and get along well enough with them, even meet people i solidly call friends bc we started talking semi-regularly (hi sam!!! i hope you’re not drowning in your busy life lol). like, i have trouble making and hanging onto friends bc it’s just not my strong suit, and i like being by myself, but i do crave community just like any other human. and i haven’t had a community as active as this one ("this one" being my current corner of the st fandom) on this website in a while

i had to leave one community last year bc of one of my health issues that made it so i couldn’t interact with them very much, and just sitting there silently for months was too stressful for me, so when that went quiet i sort of… didn’t have a super active corner i was in, and it kind of made me super miserable

so i’m just glad I found this spot. a new spot for me to shimmy into on this website, where i’ve been jumping from community to community for the last decade. i feel like i haven’t been this into something and this into a community in a long time. and it feels good. really good

like even if there’s a lot about my life right now that i absolutely hate, there’s still a lot of things that i can be happy about. and a lot of love to find and share. so i may as well focus on that despite everything else. and i know this all sounds silly and embarrassing but i just have to remind myself that there are good things for me to look forward to, and good people to surround myself with, and i may as well put that thought out there on the off chance that someone who has made me smile recently might see it and know i appreciate them immensely. i can look forward to the future as much as i want, but at least i have folks right now who bring me joy, even if it’s small or sounds silly to say

so thank you to everyone who’s made me feel welcome. who’s given me presences to enjoy and people to admire. who’s been kind enough to interact with me and say nice things about the stuff I create. and really just to allow me to participate in a wacky fun corner that brings at least one smile to my face every day, but realistically, it's more than that

thanks :3

[your-sweet-cookies]

Figured I'd message here instead of DMs, so whoever the fuck the anon is can read this. No one else is annoyed by Kukki but you. No one is being forced to write with either the mun or the muse, and no one writing with this lovely, wonderful human being is preventing them from writing with you. Though if your attitude is anywhere near as bad as it is in these anon messages, I'm not surprised you have to blame someone else for the fact people don't want to write with you.

I, personally, share a shit ton of memes. Why? Because I want people to send them. I always reiterate how people are welcome to send me as many memes as they wish, and I know I'm not the only one. If you want to write with someone, maybe stop hiding behind a grey face, and send the meme yourself. We're all constantly posting them, pretty much everyone in this fandom is nice, and they're great ice breakers.

Stop coming at Kukki, both as a writer and her character just because you're feeling self-conscious and jealous. If you don't like her, block her.

Kukki's writer, and the character herself, are amazing, wonderful, and sweet, and I'm honoured to write with them. So by all means, fuck off.

((I love you. I figured since they're sending you the anons, it'd actually be more likely for them to see it if I sent it to your Ask, instead of posting it on my own blog. If you need anything, DM me, babes <3 <3 <3)

Message from Mun: Gosh, seeing this message pop up in my inbox really warmed up my heart! It means a lot to me to see that people like me and Kukki! <3 Thank you sweetheart, you are truly an amazing friend and person and I am truly grateful for your support! Ily! 💗

I also appreciate everyone else who reached out to me to show their love and encouragement for Kukki! <3 You are all such amazing and wonderful people that I can't even begin to describe in words how much each and every single one of you means to me! 🥹

As for the hateful anons, I just hope they'll find their inner peace one day and happiness. Being like that really won't help or improve their life and I just wish they'd understand that too. But if they want to block me, it's okay, I can understand if my writing isn't to everyone's liking and it's totally fine. I am not leaving anywhere and neither is Kukki. I still have plans and stuff I want to do in this wonderful fandom and community, so I am here to stay. One or two grumpy grey faces won't be enough to make me want to abandon everything I built and the people I love! X3

[wrensemptydiary]

post yes & no's, plus characters I'll write for!! (and even more info abt my writing style and a tiny introduction)!

hi!! my names wren, you can call me wren or any variation of wren like wrenny, etc etc. i use he/him pronouns and im very fruity 😩 i also use texting tones because YES. this is my quick and tiny introduction, but i hope you enjoy my content. NOW... heres my yes and no's for writing, plus characters I'll write for and all that good stuff! have a great day, and hopefully a good time reading<3

yes's :

fluff (ya know, the casual cuddling, long talks, vents, rants, everything like that! per say, a character vented to another character and they cuddled afterward. that would be considered fluff under my page :]])

angst (i feel like everyone already knows what this is, and i also feel like it would be the same on everyones' pages, but ya know, just in case! per say a character death, someone cries into someone else's arms, a break-up, arguements. stuff like that is considered angst on my page!)

smut/nsfw (do i really have to explain this...)

slight smut/slight nsfw (nothing too serious, not an actual smut fic, but if characters made out in it or some serious fucking tension (or something sexual was implied), that would be a reason why one of my posts would have slight smut/slight nsfw on it!)

kinky shit (smut/nsfw but bring it to a wayyyyyyyyy bigger level. BY THE WAY. i will always put a warning and all of the kink/turn ons that will be in my nsfw posts before the actual fic!!)

i will write custom ships, depending on the characters ages and if the ship is actually appropriate

i will be taking submissions/requests (like i said for custom ships, if its an appropriate request. pls don't request bad stuff lmao.)

honestly, this all depends on how frisky im feeling, but i most likely, probably will write x reader stories/one shots. its a maybe. (maybe most likely means yes)

here are yes's for the type of people i want on my page

criminal minds fans

the matrix fans (I LOVE U ALL)

supernatural fans (if u ship wincest i hope you fall into a cliff)

monster drinkers

people who edit (omg same bestie)

people who can actually handle jokes 😇

arctic monkey fans

lgbtqia+ community (ilyasm hello fellow lgbees)

life is strange fans (PLEASE INTERACT ILY ALL SM)

mcu fans (y'all are one of my favs ily)

PEOPLE WHO PLAY GENSHIN IMPACT ‼️‼️

bookworms 💕

SALLY FACE FANS. (hand in marriage rn)

MCU fans

AND MORE BUT THIS IS ALL I CAN THINK OF FOR NOW!!

character's i will write for :)

neo (the matrix)

trinity (the matrix)

bugs (the matrix)

niobe (the matrix)

finn (the 100)

bellamy (the 100)

octavia (the 100)

sam (supernatural)

dean (supernatural)

ryan (life is strange: true colors)

chloe (life is strange)

max (life is strange)

alex (life is strange: true colors)

rachel (life is strange: before the storm)

steph (life is strange: before the storm/life is strange: true colors (plus wavelengths))

warren [this is a maybe,....] (life is strange)

spencer reid (criminal minds)

aaron hotchner (criminal minds)

derek morgan (criminal minds)

emily prentiss (criminal minds)

JJ (criminal minds)

kaeya (genshin impact)

diluc (genshin impact)

aether (genshin impact)

[possibly] lumine (genshin impact)

rosaria (genshin impact)

lisa (genshin impact)

xiao (genshin impact)

zhongli (genshin impact)

tartaglia/childe (genshin impact)

venti (genshin impact)

kazuha (genshin impact)

AND!!! EVEN MORE,

HELLO HI SO,,,,, it is literally 3 am rn so my brain is not working at all, i will do way more characters than this, i just can't think of any off of the top of my head (spare me the embarrassment) so yeah! and depending on the circumstances, I'll even write for characters that arent on here. or on the no list! all you have to do is request and ill see,,, eventually........ /j

before the no's, here's my writing style!

so, for any people wondering, yes i do write correctly whenever im writing a fic. i do capatalize my i's and capatalize the first letter of every sentence, plus names (sometimes, unless its just not a very serious fic or oneshot then i wont pls no bullying xoxo). i just don't do all of that when im not writing, and sometimes i even do it by accident because its imprinted in my brain to write grammatically correctly. so, let me write a little paragraph about some random crap and show you guys that im not as horrible of a writer as i seem !

emily had never seen hotch in such a vulnerable state like this, holding onto lexi's cheek while she was in his lap as his tears fell onto her almost lifeless body. but before lexi could protest about how it was definitely a girl, the medics arrived in the room and took a look at her wounds before taking her out to the ambulance, hotch of course following with and going in the ambulance with her.

YEAH HELLO IM BACK YOOOOOO,,,, that was a little thing i wrote with my oc. so i only write in third person (most of the time) and that is because writing in second or first person is super hard for me?? with the amount of y/n stories i read it should be easy, but i guess not.

obviously when i have actual inspiration i will write probably 10x better than usual, whenever i dont have motivation or inspiration it feels like all my writiny abilities fall into a void (REAL, NOT CLICKBAIT)

and now...

no's :

i honestly only need a paragraph or two for the no's so

i wont write anything sexual for any type of incest or underaged characters, i wont write anything that actually disgusts me in general, and the basic no's. i wont write for certain characters in movies, shows, or video games because i either dont like to, havent seen the show/movie or havent played the game, or i just dont know how to write out that characters personality. i hope you guys understand!!

THANK YOU FOR LISTENING AND READING THIS FAR!! this will be pinned on my page for anyone who decides to request me and wonders what my yes and no's are, so yeah :] xx

[ghostbeam]

(for u im sorry its long ily <3)

Dabi, or Touya, as you’ve recently taken to calling him, hates it when meaningless holidays come around but he does love any opportunity to show you even a tiny fraction of his appreciation for everything you do.

You cook for him, bandage him up after a bad night, remind him to take a breath and cool down. These are all things he sees as luxurious, comforts he closed himself off from for far too long. Your tasks may be part of your everyday life but they mean more to him. The fact that he’s part of your everyday life now…it still confuses him how you let it get that far in the first place. He doesn’t ask questions, though. He accepts every time you scrub his scalp in the shower with your fresh smelling shampoo and gladly falls asleep next to you when he can. Blissful domesticity.

At least until he stepped into the cramped kitchen in your apartment.

It’s perfectly sized for one and you have everything where you can find it but you aren’t here and fuck if Touya isn’t having a bitch of a time finding a cutting board to chop up some vegetables for the dinner he planned on making you. 

“This place is so small…how the fuck…” he trails off as he pulls out another drawer, eyes widening as he finally finds the small plastic board he has watched you chop on a million times. 

It’s one of his favorite sights even though he plays it off. Even when he was still just sneaking through your window instead of unlocking the door with a key, he loved to watch your brow furrowed in concentration with each slit and cut. 

Digging in his pocket, he pulls out the recipe he saw in a magazine at the store and ripped off of the back page. Smartphones aren’t meant for a man involved in the things he gets into so he defaults to something a little old fashioned. Touya just hopes you find it endearing as he scans over the words, blinking as he reads over each of them.

“Chop vegetables, yeah whatever.” 

Scanning the page one last time before he places the recipe on the counter and takes a deep breath, he offers a sideways smile when you pad out of the bedroom towel drying your hair. The sight of Touya standing in your kitchen with a tea towel flung over his shoulder shouldn’t make your stomach flip the way that it does but here you are, with a silly grin on your face walking in his direction. 

“Cooking?” Your tone is incredulous and he scoffs, white t-shirt hanging off of his frame just enough you can see a peek of his shoulder blade and collarbone. It’s tantalizing and you’re tempted to touch and feel and do something else less dinner related but the prospect of him cooking for you is too intriguing to pass up. “Don’t act so surprised. Was on my own for a long time before I found you.”

He’s right and you soften slightly, leaning against him as he passes the slip of paper with the recipe in your direction. You read and he watches as the corner of your mouth lifts in a half smile, eagerly waiting for your eyes to meet his.

“Sounds good?”

You nod, nuzzling your head against his shoulder. 

“Sounds perfect, actually.”

With your blessing he begins digging through your drawers for a knife.

KENDALL. I AM GONNA CRYYYYYYY WHAT THE FUCK AJSJWJSKSJSKSJSKSJ u are an Angel I am kissing u square on the mouth are u KIDDING????? Aisjwjsksjjsks I’m gonna die I’m so in love with him what the fuck what the fuck it is so vivid. Him w the towel on his shoulder the collarbone peaking out of his t shirt oh god I have butterflies I am blushing and kicking my feet over this rn what the fuck!!!!! I will literally read it every day forever oh my god🥺🥺🥺I love u so much my angel this is everything to me<333333

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not 2 exaggerate or anything but youre my absolute fav writer on tumblr 💥💥💥💥💥 im a big fan of domestic/comfort/simple, warm moments type of genre in fics and your works just rlly scratch that specific itch in my brain. whatever fics u post im like yo.... this is everything im looking for in a fic..... wheres the source from..... r u sucking them out from my brain be honest have u dug a hole already and using me for popularity 🤨🤨🤨 (/J)

might be bc im on my period or wtv but i was gg thru your masterlist ytday night before gg to sleep and i cried while reading "i've alw loved the way you eat," "i dream now of a normal life with you," and "ask me to leave and i'll stay forever." like jfc theres such a specific type of intimacy and soft moments you convey through your words SO WELL i physically feel my heart melting reading them. like UGH esp in "i dream now of a normal life with you" where suguru is just so soft and sappy over reader im just like UGHHHH I WANT SOMEONE TO LOVE ME LIKE THAT AND FOR ME TO RETURN BACK THE SAME LOVE, IF NOT MORE TOO!!!!!!!!!

u get it, u rlly do - honestly u have the best fanon hcs and characterization of suguru i love that man sm so to see him so accurately represented rlly makes me so happy tq for understanding him....... sometimes i see a mischaracterization so bad in a fic i just have to close the app and touch grass LMFAOOOO but u get it.... u rlly do.... never once posted a wrong hc about suguru.... op ur brain <333 u make me so happy i love u sm thanku for creating such beautiful fics i alw come back to reread a bunch of ur stuff, they never get old, it's literally everything im looking for. idc how "boring" hurt/comfort fics r, like even if there's no drama, sometimes simple is best and u do it so, so well thanku op i lov u muacks ❤️

anon ……….

you are . the sweetest in the whole wide world. in the universe. u genuinely don’t UNDERSTAND how big my smile was when i saw this…. melted into a tiny little puddle on the floor

I LOVE YOU….. 🥺🥺🥺 i love you forever and ever and i’m so thankful for your support!!!!! i don’t even know where to begin i’m so overwhelmed pbdkdbdj (AFFECTIONATELY)…. YOU CALLING ME YOUR FAV WRITER? IS SO INSANE??? AND SUCH AN HONOUR????? i cried a bit ngl i’m just. very very thankful T_T but anon.. you can’t expose me like that </3 how am i supposed to get my daily dose of clout if you go around telling ppl abt the ideas i steal directly from your brain???? smh /j ily <3

I’M. just. so unbelievably happy that my writing can mean something to you 😭 and make you feel something!!!! when i hear that ppl cried reading one of my fics i always get so . emotional. it just means so much!! i don’t want you to cry but i’ll accept your tears happily :’3 i hope they were sappy tears and not Sad Tears…..

ON THAT NOTE. THE SAPPINESS. THE SOFTNESS. YES. i’m so happy you could feel it bc most of my fics rlly are just intimacy and nothing else and!! i rlly like writing them that way….. m just happy you enjoyed reading them too :’’’3 i dream, now, of a normal life with you is very near n dear to my heart so!!!! i’m overjoyed that you liked that one in particular 🥺🥺🥺 it just makes me feel so happy and appreciated and . i want to explode a bit. soft sappy sugu is best sugu!! i’m sure you’ll find a love like that some day anon <33 we all deserve it!!

ON THE TOPIC OF SUGU. there truly sincerely is nothing i love hearing more than anons who tell me i do sugu justice. IT MEANS SM TO ME…. he’s so complex and multifaceted and knowing that my own take on him can resonate w anyone makes me soooooo happy…. 🥺🥺 and you saying i have the best characterization of him????? just makes my soul want to ascend. sniffle. thank you!! he’s our golden boy and i love him very much…. honestly i’m way more picky abt gojo than sugu when it comes to mischaracterization but i understand you completely anon…. sometimes i see a take that my brain won’t even let me conceptualize bc i disagree with it so much and then i just have to close my eyes and reboot </3

op ur brain <333 u make me so happy i love u sm thanku for creating such beautiful fics i alw come back to reread a bunch of ur stuff, they never get old, it's literally everything im looking for. idc how "boring" hurt/comfort fics r, like even if there's no drama, sometimes simple is best and u do it so, so well thanku op i lov u muacks ❤️

sorry had to copy paste this bc it made me want to CRY. you make ME so happy hello???? you have no idea the pure amount of endorphins this ask gave to me 😭😭😭 I’M HAPPY I CAN MAKE YOU HAPPY…. you have my whole heart and soul anon atp let’s just get married i think . my heart is yours to keep!!! i can’t tell you how mushy i get knowing there are people out there who read my fics not once but multiple times….. yeah. i’m just. very grateful for you anon <3333 thank you so much for your support and for sending me this lovely ask. i’m gonna be reading it forever n ever !! :((((