#ouuf... :3

[i-love-frensh-fries]

Looord have mercy ouuf!~~

DON'T TALK TO ME I'M DYINGGGG!!!, Okay , it's official someone is trying to kill me .

( sink, drown & die in my own tears and saliva)

God bless the artist (LOVE U<3): y_nina95

[waterfallofspace]

57 and 68 for either s/hin soukoku or All Might? Okay there's one more coming and then I swear I'm done

Another thank you for the ask!!! I've been having such a good time with these, you have no idea, hahaha~~ I chose S/hin S/oukoku because it sparked an idea for how it might go down, but I’d be more than happy to do something for A/ll M/ight too if you’d like <3 (I just… the idea of tormenting A/kutagawa was too good to pass up hehehe~) Another first time writing characters, so I hope it’s enjoyable, or at least tolerable!  2.2k words, prompts 57 and 68, story under cut! 57. “Stop telling me you’re okay.”  68. Sparring/training and coughing/sneezing. (References to slightly high fever and violence, they're sparring so there's attacks from both of them, though it's mostly from A/kutagawa. Nothing graphic is mentioned, but there are definitely implications, so just in case anyone doesn't like that!)

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‘By all accounts, Akutagawa is dying right before my eyes.’ 

Atsushi watches his sparring partner aim yet another attack, pausing to lean into his hand with a cough that leaves both of them winded. ‘He sounds rough… I’ve noticed he coughs a lot on a good day, he must have weak lungs. Oh- that can’t be a good match for a chest cold…’ 

“Maybe we should take a brea-ouuf!”

He’s cut off by another blow to the chest, Akutagawa’s eyes burning straight into his soul. The ferocity is dampened by the hand Akutagawa raises to his mouth, ducking away with another cough that nearly brings him to his knees. Managing to subdue it enough to speak, Akutagawa resumes his glaring.

“We will do no such thing. Dazai has personally asked me to train you, so that is what I shall do. ah’GSh’kieu-!”

“A- are you sure you’re up for- hey!”

This time he manages to dodge, rolling across the alley as Rashōmon grazes his arm. ‘He’s still able to put up a pretty good offense, despite being so sick. His defense though… whenever he has to duck away to relieve his lungs or sinuses he’s vulnerable. B- but… that feels unfair to take advantage of…’

“Tired alr- heh’enSH’kiue-! already, weretiger? We’ve barely begun.”

“I’m fine, Akutagawa.”

“And what is that suppo- eh’DSHhh’kuu-! supposed to mean?” 

“Oh I wonder. Come on, you’re sick. You can’t go-”

“hh’gSHh’kieu-!”

“-a few minutes without sneezing.” 

Atsushi can’t hide the giggle spilling from his lips at the adorable nature of Akutagawa’s sneezes, jumping to the side as another blow lazily misses him. ‘His movements are getting slower. I was late on my reaction, unfocused, he should have been easily able to hit me.’ 

“ah’knshh-nNShh’kiew-!”

“Bless-”

“Don’t. Just because Dazai picked- gshhh’kuu-! that up doesn’t mean you need to follow suit.”

“Uh- aren’t you the one who practically worships him..?”

“I want him to notice my strength. I do not want to become him. Besides, he only started- hh’enDSHhh’kieeu-! using that particular expression to torment particular members of- eh’nnNSHh’kiu-! the port mafia.” 

Each sneeze seems to shake his entire body, Atsushi barely resisting the urge to grab his arm as Akutagawa trembles from the force. ‘They’re pretty tiny noises, and yet they seem to take so much out of him. He’s gotta be sicker than he’s letting on. Maybe I can use Dazai as a way to get him to admit it…’ 

“Oh, I actually didn’t know that! It seems you know Dazai pretty well, huh?” 

“Enough talking. Rashōmon, Agito!”

This time Atsushi doesn’t even have to dodge, another cough shaking Akutagawa enough to have the jaw crash into the ground before it can reach its target. Atsushi responds with an assault of his own, letting his claws form on one hand as he lunges. Akutagawa’s barely able to block, only succeeding since his Rashōmon blocks by instinct.

“After that, you’re still claiming you’re fit to train?” 

“hieSHhh’keew-! gNNSHhh’kuu-!”

“Bless you!”

“I thought I told you not to do that.”

A light warmth bathes Atsushi’s face as he offers a sheepish smile, eyes closing as his cheeks raise. At the sound of Akutagawa coughing again, he reopens them, starting to ramble to give Akutagawa a bit of privacy to rid his lungs of the irritation.

“Sorry, it’s become a bit of a habit. We all say it in the agency now! I actually think Dazai started saying it to tease Kunikida, but then Kenji latched on, and now even Ranpo will use it at time-”

“What exactly gives you the impression that I care, weretiger?”

“N- nothing I guess, sorry- I ju-”

“Tsk. Focus on the battle. If you drop your guard like that the enemy can easily- aH’DnGshh’kiew-!”

Laughter bubbles up through Atsushi’s throat before he can muffle it, Akutagawa responding with Rashōmon. Unable to dodge in time, Atsushi finds the jaw latching onto his leg, a wound that would be serious on most anyone else. ‘He knows my healing will take care of it. If he wanted me dead he’d aim for the throat. B- but… I can’t tell if he’s going easy because Dazai asked him to train me, or because of-’

“hH’INdgT’kiew-!”

“That sounded like it hurt.”

“dNgZSh’kiew-! It did not.” 

“The wincing would suggest otherwise.”

“hheHh-! N- no. I am simpl- eh’geXGT’kiew-! simply growing tired of these interruptions.” 

Akutagawa’s hand is clenched against his face, pinching his nose shut as each ‘interruption’ grows in force. ‘It’s almost hurting me to watch him do this, they sound utterly unsatisfying.’ Atsushi finds himself thinking, eyes darting down to the tremble in Akutagawa’s legs once more. 

“hH’eNXGT’kieuu-!”

“That can’t be helping-”

“Rashōmon, Sawarabi!”

Climbing the wall of the building to his left, Atsushi manages to dodge the spikes rising from the floor where he once stood. ‘Alright, alright, I get the message! Focus on the training. Maybe… maybe I can use this to get him to admit he’s sick…’ Another attack has him springing back to the ground, his paw managing to grab the cloth before it can strike once more. Akutagawa is too busy shuddering into his hand with another fit of coughing to interfere.

“If I pin you, will you finally call it for the day and go rest?”

“Even if I was in a weakened state, you wouldn’t stand a chance, weretiger.”

Akutagawa attempts a huff, a cough spilling out in its place, Atsushi finding himself unable to prevent the wince from scraping through his clenched teeth.

“I- I mean, at least you’re admittin-”

“I said if. But that time is n- haHh-! N- not… nohhEht- eH’dSHh’kiew-! hH’eNSChh’kiue-! Hihh… guhh’eSHH’kiuu-!”

“Didn’t quite catch that through the sneezing attack.”

“That time is not tod- hH’eNgT’kiew-! Not today. I am perfectly fine, weretiger. Focus on tr- trahhh… training- aH’GSHh’kuu-! INgT’kiew-! gNNt-eNDT’kuu-!”

Using the lapse in concentration to his advantage, Atsushi throws himself at Akutagawa, easily pinning him to the ground. ‘I didn’t even need my gift to have the strength to hold him… that can’t be good.’ Akutagawa gasps, the force of the impact leaving him panting, prompting another cough to rattle his lungs. Atsushi flinches at the expulsions. ‘His decency’s still intact, even when it comes to me. He’s attempting to aim for his shoulder. I was careful not to crush him, but I might have been a bit roug-’

His thoughts are quickly silenced by Akutagawa’s Rashōmon catching him in the chest, jaws tightening against his arms as the frail man slips back to his feet. The cough hasn’t receded, and a few more sneezes push their way out as he weakly lifts a hand to cover. 

“ihh’geashh’kieu-! Guh… hnn’EShhh’kuu-!” 

A slight wheeze starts to present itself from Akutagawa’s battered lungs, Atsushi prying Rashōmon from his arms with a grimace. ‘That really doesn’t sound good… Screw this! I’ve had it.’

“You know what? No.”

“Wha-”

“Nope, shut up, it’s my turn. Stop telling me you’re okay! You’re clearly not, and it’s starting to feel like an insult to my intelligence for you to keep insisting you are.”

“I see no intelligence to speak of- hnN’GShh’kiew-!”

“Enough, Akutagawa! Training’s over, you need to rest.”

“Rashōmo-” 

The attack is cut short as Akutagawa’s knees give out beneath him, Atsushi’s mouth hanging open as he stumbles forward, catching himself against the wall. ‘D- didn’t see that one coming… maybe he has a fever..? Or maybe I pushed him into the ground a little too hard. I was trying to be gentle bu-’ 

“Weretiger, stop thinking so loudly, you’re g- giehhh… hinNChh’kuu-! giving me a headache.” 

“S- sorry… hey wait- no, I’m not sorry, how is my thinking giving you a headache?!” 

Akutagawa seems to be forming a response, raising himself from the wall to let his glare meet Atsushi’s eyes, just for them to flutter shut as he falls once more. Atsushi finds his body moving on its own, catching Akutagawa before he can hit the floor. The heat radiating from his body causes beads of sweat to form on Atsushi’s face in response as he pulls Akutagawa back to his feet. The man’s eyes snap open, wide with terror as his body flinches away from Atsushi’s touch.

“It’s just me.”

Atsushi keeps his tone low and grip tight. ‘He won’t like that I’m holding him up, but if I let go I think he’ll just fall back on his face… much as he doesn’t believe it, I don’t actually want to watch him die in an alley.’ The panic from Akutagawa’s face slowly starts to fade as his eyes meet Atsushi’s, recognition slowly replacing the feverish haze. Seizing the moment while he has the chance, Atsushi speaks up once more, voice still low, careful not to startle the man in his arms.

“Dazai would be upset if you died here, Akutagawa. It would ruin his plans. And you’re not weak for being sick, you’re human, it’s not exactly like you can help it.”

Deciding to add a little humour, Atsushi lets his eyes crinkle shut with a wide smile, a faint laugh humming out.

“You should hear Dazai if he even has the sniffles! He’ll just mope around the office moaning and whining, it’s frankly hilarious!” 

Clarity returning to his eyes, Akutagawa attempts to stand back up, neither of them mentioning how he needs to cling to Atsushi to do it. He huffs lightly, seeming relieved when the action doesn’t trigger another round of coughing.

“I don’t need your help, weretiger.”

“Whatever you say, Akutagawa.” 

Atsushi lightly chuckles at the grip Akutagawa still has on his shoulder, the weaker man letting another round of sneezes tear from his sinuses. He aims for one of his hands, the other bracing himself against Atsushi as they tremble through him.

“hH’GnSHh’kiew-! eh’nNSHhhh’kuu-! hAHh-! hihhh… hiH’NNChh’kiuee-!”

“Bless you.” 

Akutagawa’s only response is another huff, Atsushi’s eyes meeting his with an unspoken message. ‘I’ve got you.’ He can’t help the smile that spreads down his face as Akutagawa lets his eyes flutter shut, weight shifting onto Atsushi.

They begin the two block journey to the detective agency’s headquarters, Atsushi deciding it’ll be the quickest way to get Akutagawa sleeping. ‘I doubt he’d let me know where he lives, and I’m not exactly eager to bring him back to my place… and if I walked into the port mafia with him like this I’d be shot on site.’ 

“What is he doing here, Atsushi?”

Kunikida’s voice pulls both men out of their trance, Akutagawa quickly detangling himself to lean against the wall. Atsushi flinches, Kunikida and Akutagawa exchanging dark looks as they stand toe to toe.

“Dazai requested him to train me, but I needed a bit of a break! I hope it’s okay we came inside, I just need to grab some water before I continue..?” 

Eyes flicker over to him, Kunikida seeming to evaluate the situation while Akutagawa raises a hand to his face, feigning nonchalance as he brushes it against his nose. Atsushi recognizes the look in his eyes as he attempts to pinch his nose shut subtly. ‘He has to sneeze, but he’s not willing to show that weakness in front of Kunikida.’ 

“Well… I suppose that’s acceptable, just- keep an eye on him, okay kid? I know Dazai asked him to train you, but I don’t trust him here for a minute.”

“The feeling is m-heH… mutual.”

Atsushi picks up the “Or trust Dazai not to make a reckless call to further his own personal gain, the idiot,” Kunikida lets slip under his breath as Akutawaga’s glare hardens, nose twitching beneath his grasp. Electing to ignore the insults, Atsushi offers a nervous smile.

“Thank you, I knew you’d understand, we’ll be out of here in no time, promise!”

With that he grabs Akutagawa’s free arm, dragging the man into another hallway away from prying eyes. Once they’ve gotten far enough he stops, turning to Akutagawa who’s attempting to smother himself against his hand.

“We’re alone now, you can-”

“hEH’GNZSHH’OO-! nNZSHH’UHh-!”

“Oh- bless yo-”

“hH’DSHh’kiew-! eh’nNSHhh’kuu-! hiHh-! hih’nnSHhh’kieu-!”

“Bless you again, Akutagawa.”

“I didn’t ask for your blessings, or your help.” 

Rolling his eyes, Atsushi lets Akutagawa lean against him once more, the fever soaking through his clothes as they keep walking. ‘Would it kill him to say thanks?! Actually- knowing Akutagawa, it just might.’

“I know a back office even Kunikida never goes to. You can sleep there, no one will bother you.” 

Reaching the door, Atsushi pulls it open, revealing a small office complete with boxes, shelves, and a small couch in the corner closest to the entrance. Akutagawa rolls his eyes, growling out a retort as his body seems drawn to the couch by a force he’s unable to avoid.

“I’m not sleeping in th- eh’gSHh’kiew-! this office. I’m not weak like you weretiger. I don’t need to…” 

Akutagawa’s sentence trails off, eyes snapping closed as his head hits the soft leather. Light snores start pouring out, congestion crackling in his chest as he lets out a soft cough in his sleep. Atsushi lets a warm smile creep back onto his face, lightly brushing the hair from Akutawa’s feverish forehead before turning off the light and shutting the door.

“Sleep well, Akutagawa.” 

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Σλοθθθθ θελω να σε πηδήξω με 3 φίλους μουυυυυ

Ouuf den mporw na akouw tetoia otan den mporw na kanw tipota

[shittylongcatposts]

Can I request P for the soulmate prompts with Jumin please?

Thank you for the request nonnie and i'm super sorry that it took so long! I gotta say my mind went blank for this one at first, i always ended up having a smol idea but then it vanished into the void again 😿 anyways!

I still hope you enjoy this one :3 (i dunno where this is going as I'm writing it now- surprise! Haha)

Soulmate Au: P - Passing senses (Jumin x Mc)

As long as Jumin could remember he never had any health issues. But a few days ago the teenager started to lose some of his senses on some days and others on another day. One day he woke up and couldn't see a thing, everything was just black and he couldn't even feel anything he touched nor taste his food.

He sat at the doctors office tapping his feet on the ground, waiting for the doctor and his father to come back inside again.

When the doctor finally opened door again, holding it open for Jumins dad he jolted up, an uneasy feeling spreading through his body and he knew something was up.

" What is it, doctor?", He asked, his voice breaking nervously.

"Nothing serious, see, your father and I spoke a lot and we came to the conclusion that you're stuck together with a soulmate. It's really unusual, but some soulmates pass their senses onto each other."

"How is that possible? Am I bound to a person, that can always steal my senses, how rude. I wish to stop this right now, father. How am I going to pass school, if I am not in full control of my body?"

"My son, all you have to do is find your soulmate and you're going to be fine~ Look at your mother and me, we found each other too, we broke up though but thats nothing you have to do with your soulmate..." The Chairman said and patted his sons head, who scoffed while hushing back from the touch of his father.

"yeah like that's how i am going to be happy" Jumin whispered, thinking about his soon stepmother to be who clearly didn't feel a thing for his father, her only interest was the money he had.

A few years later Jumin and his soulmate arranged each other pretty well, splitting up the senses was pretty exhausting but it was a fair thing to do. To him the worst days were the ones where he couldn't see, this black void he was left behind with scared him, and pulled these threads tighter and tighter. His thoughts ran wild and he had no one he could talk to. Not even Jihyun could help him in these moments.

Studying abroad was quite the expiriance for Jumin, he got to talk to a lot of interesting person, some gave him a really good insight of their live, peaking up his interest like Jihyun used to do. And then on one of the last days of his last semester abroad he met Mc.

It was on a party on a day where he couldn't see a thing. One of his fellow students threw a party and invited everybody as it seems. Sadly Jumin had no vision this day, so the massive noise level stressed him out. But then there was one voice that sounded not like the others, it was nice and warm and felt oddly familiar to him. He followed the voice, one hand always running along the walls guiding him towards his goal. Finding the voice.

But it disappeared so suddenly. A little disappointed he leaned himself with the back against the wall, checking the many different voices once more. But it was no where to be... Heard.

"You don't seem to be as drunk as the others." It was her. This voice. Warm, kind, soft. He didn't know if she was talking to him or somebody else though, so he decided not to speak up.

Then he felt somebody poking his shoulder. "Hey, you, I'm talking to you. Don't ignore me"

Jumin turned his head around, hoping it was somewhat pointing in her direction. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were talking to me. No I'm not drinking, I need to find my way back to my dorm later."

"Hmm ... Wait are you... Blind?" The young man heard her sighing even without giving an answer she seemed to know. "I'm sorry, I hope I..."

"it's ok, you don't have to apologize." Jumin cut her off and offered her a weak smile.

After a long pause he wanted to break the ice again and asked for her name. While talking he found out that she couldn't hear and read his lips for the whole time, which was pretty impressive to him, she doesn't seem to have a big problem with it. The evening went on and the more drunk the people around them got, the more uncomfortable the both of them felt.

"Why don't we change our locations? To... Somewhere more peaceful?" Mc suggested and hooked her arm under his own, guiding him towards a small garden area, that seemed to be near by her dorm. " I love it here, it's so peaceful and quiet and on some days, the wind rushing through the leaves sound like waves."

He nodded along, carefully listening into the dark. And then he shook his head in disbelieve.

"Wait, didn't you explain to me earlier that you couldn't hear?"

"Only on some days, it changes day by day." She shrugged it off as if it was so.erhing completely normal and he nodded along.

"Hmm I know that, it changes for me too everyday. Actually you are the first person I met that has the same "problem" as me."

"Is this a soulmate thing for you too?" The young girl asked. Even though he couldn't see her face or anything right now but he could feel her gaze lingering on his features. Oh, How much he wished to see her right now, he was so intrigued by this person that stood right in front of him, how much he wished to take in her features, as she did with him right now.

He felt a strange tension building up in between them and a knot formed on his stomach, leaving an unknown feeling to him. Something he never felt before.

"yes, it is." He finally answered, hearing his own voice breaking.

"Hmm let's see, what kind of senses do you have today?" Mc asked.

"I can hear, and feel today, tomorrow my soulmate allows me to smell, taste and see then."

"that's.. odd" She stuttered, and he felt her shivering. With a quick move he offered her his jacket, thinking it came from the cold wind that came up. "I have those senses right now." She whispered, her voice barely making a sound.

"That... Really is odd." He felt his threads pulling tighter and he gasped for air. His hand grabbed her arm roughly in his panic, his thoughts ran wild again, jumping from thoughts of his parents and his stepmothers. What if she was his soulmate? Why did he have to find her now, right when he was about to go back home.

"Jumin? Are you alright?" His heartbeat slowed down when he felt her habds cupling his face. His skin burning under her touch. No this can't be. How could she calm him down like that?

He felt tears building up in his eyes, streaming down his face and over her hands.

"Stop crying, Jumin, you're safe. Breathe. Slowly." She told him, rubbing his tears away. "It'll be ok, I'm sure of it."

Still sobbing he pulled her into a hug, only now he realized that she had the perfect height for him too, he rested his head on the top of hers, holding on to her tightly.

"i'm here Jumin, my..." He could hear her sniffle into his shirt. Leaving wet spots with her own tears.

"soulmate." He completed her sentence with a sob. Both of them giggled, rubbing their tears away one last time.

Then he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Now that I know who you really are I would never let you go again."

She pulled him down to bring her lips up to his, they were soft and warm. "Do you think we both feel this at the same time one day?" Mc asked curiously.

"I really hope so. Let's find it out together."

[fineosaur]

26 for the ask 🤩

26. List your top 3 proudest achievements.

ouuf this is hard, i’ve lived a short life of only 19 years so theres nothing extravagant to be proud of. but here’s what i can think of 

i think getting through the last 3 years is a fucking achievement TBH. lmao, i’ve had a long run.

oh definitely i’ll say i’m proud of the person i am. lots of bloody growth has taken place and though theres more to go, im definitely got the right mindset and values at this point in life. 

getting rid of people who don’t deserve a place in my life, with ease. (lmao toxic people have no room in these parts)

- i couldn’t bring myself to mention anything academic cause i feel like that’s not representative of who i am. i also haven't done any feats in my life like working a proper job yet or even graduated (2 weeks babeyy) so here ya go, some not needed but unashamed-ly given, personal info.

(thank you for the ask holly! so sorry this took so long lmao im terrible)

[bvcketfvcker]

39. Favorite ice cream flavor

Hey anon! Thanks for the ask 💖💖 (also big thanks to including the question- you’re a real one 😤✨👌🏼)

And oUUF that really depends on the day, how I’m feelin, and how good it looks ™ so I’m including my top 3 because I’m a fickle bitch

Pralines, raspberry, cookies & cream ✨

[automatonknight]

💚, 💖, 🌺 :3?

💚 - Who's your best friend?

ouuf..i don't have like a best best friend like!! i'd say i like everyone pretty much the same amount but there are people who i'm just more comfortable with so! i'd say my best friends are my two classmates from elementary school! :3

💖 - Fairy lights, LED strips, or natural light?

hmm..i guess fairy lights!! natural light is nice too!

🌺 - List three things you like about yourself

huuuh..mmm., i guess i'm pretty friendly, good at arts and crafts and i think i'm a good listener (i don't know what to say 80% of the time but i sure am listening! *thumbs up*) so! yah!

[shriracha]

One of the worst thing is that he doesn't explain what was wrong. Once he said, that I'm trying to calculate everything beforehand and it pushes him off. Honestly, I don't get it. Like, I get it, but, what exactly are those things? I'm no longer pushing him to make decisions about his future with me, I told him let's just date without making big plans. If that was the problem, or at least one of them, it's no longer a problem. Idk maybe I'm still in some way trying to calculate future and pushing him to make decisions when he isn't ready, but I can not register that unless he tells me directly (yes I'm stupid).

Another thing he said was that I'm heavy and have slow tempo of life. I get that. And I'm trying to change. In fact, I'm way more ready to act than him rn.

That's all what he told me that was pressing him, the rest is either unknown to him too or he doesn't want to tell me. I suspect the worst (and most plausible actually) reason is that he is simply doesn't want to commit. He is much younger after all. It was all nice when I didn't treat him as possible life partner, but just like a cute guy I'd like to mess around with. Eventhough he himself many times expressed desire to be with me for a life, maybe he was doing it out of the spirit of contradiction. On another side, I can't say that for sure. Maybe I'm just naive and delusional, but he just didn't give off such vibes. But yeah, I understand it's a very common story, for guy to flee when he feels trapped, even if he run lured himself (and me) into that trap. Shit I just don't wanna believe that it's the main reason.

Omg idk what I myself even want. Yesterday I had a first session with psychologist. He asked me, what I really want from this relationship? I said, I wanna live together, but I don't wanna to settle down, not until I would now what I myself want from life. That's kinda true, but it's true for other possible relationships. If I would have been honest, I'd say: "i wanna marry him! I wanna be with him forever! Maybe not everyday, but at least to be sure that he is mine! His presence is soothing! I need his validation! I'm quite obsessed and I gave up to fight this obsession! I don't feel like this relationship is over and therefore I can't fight this obsession! I want to be with him and to be securely!" But if I couldn't say that. Maybe I'll try to be more honest and say that next time. It's just sounds so desperate it's disgusting, but this is what I really feel.

Another worst thing, is that he simply doesn't love me anymore. And for some reason he doesn't want to say it. He doesn't contact me first (or does so very rarely, usually on business. He doesn't miss me. Probably because I don't give him a chance to miss him. But I also suspect that he wouldn't text me even if he would have missed me. (Ok that's just my reasoning to not stop writing him first). I don't know what to do with that. Everything seems fine when we're together, but I understand now, that it doesn't mean that he still loves me. Ouuf maybe I really should wait him first to text me T_T at first I thought that I'll be fine with these 1-2ce a week meetings. And I'm actually fine. What I'm not fine with, is that he never contacts me first. I always have to find some reason to be with him. It's depressing, annoying and tiring. RN I feel like I could not next him for 3-4 days easily.. but we have already plans for business for next few days >_< My efforts to find more reasons to meet him are bringing fruits ^^"

Btw, the psychotherapist hot! Am I dumb enough to fall for psychotherapist after dumb falling for guy I really should not ever have fall for?? Let's find out! 🤭

Btw, he said to contact ex when I'm feeling down. Like, if he will listen to me, it's a good sign, and also I will feel better. If he will just shrug it off, it's a bad sign, and I'll have to start thinking of this relationship as really over (therapist said it doesn't sound like this relationship is over. Reassuring! Although I wonder would I even listen to anyone who d day that it's over? I never do so. Maybe it was a trick to make me at least listen to what he says? I don't really think so, but I have some doubts).

It's a but hard to follow this advice. I don't want to seem dependent (though I definitely am) and needing him to comfort him in sight of slightest obstacle. I suspect my dependence on him is also one of the reasons that drove him off. On the other side, my dependence on him is why I'm grabbing into any opportunity to be with him, so if he cant keep up with that, do I really need this relationship? Like, sure , it's not good to be dependent on anybody, but healthy relationship (as I see them) also requires emotional support. If I'm not given support, I don't need this relationship. Maybe I'm not ready for serious relationships with other guys, but I understand that a lot of guys would be much better life partner (even considering how he is smart, cute and soothing). Like, we're reaaally very different. I'm so dumb for seriously liking someone so unfitting >_<

[kairamelcappuccino-blog]

Once you get this you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly then send this to your 10 favorite followers/mutuals. Non-negotiable, positivity is cool~ 💖

Ouuf this is hard but okay:1. I (think I) am a good listener2. I'm quite creative n shid when it comes to things I like (like writing fanfics and drawing stuff)3. I'm good with animals (they like me back)4. I like my lips ..they are thickCan't think of more now :l

[fineosaur]

💜, ☺️, 💘 &✏️

💜- top 3 favourite lines

ouuf let me sift these out for you

“Arya clung to his doublet, her knuckles were bruised and raw as they held onto his clothing. He felt her lips on his, she kissed him, as if her life depended on it.”

- it’s impractical

“”You’ve got to stop. This is all messing with my head, I told you I’m not interested in Jeyne. Why don’t you trust me? why does it affect you this much?” Gendry cut her off, his tone harsh and strangled.”

&

““Listen, please,” he told her, watching as she blinked her eyes, more tears falling as she did so. “I love you, please, I’m sorry.” He brought his head down to hers, his forehead resting against hers as he closed his eyes.”

- and i can change your marital status

☺️- a line that made you feel a fluffy happiness

not a line but it won't be fluffy without the rest of the context

“Gendry sat by Arya, she explained Jon’s freak out over not having his ‘lucky’ tie pin in vivid detail. He watched her go silent when it was announced that the newlyweds would have their first dance. Her smile was beautiful, her eyes steely and twinkling as she watched the love between her brother and her new brother in law. He never expected to be in this position. Sitting alongside a woman he was pretty sure he didn’t want to spend a day without.”

- Two

💘- what’s your favourite AU? Least favourite?

favourite, i love modern aus, always had a weak spot for gendrya modern aus. i dont particularly like soulmate aus but i could be wavered if the writing is good.

✏️- favourite part about writing

the flow of it i’d say. i love being able to use words in a way that i know will make others feel things, myself included. i always found it therapeutic to write because i always have so many thoughts and writing is such a good way of centring those ideas and painting a vivid picture of them just through words.

[fineosaur]

💜 🎀 🔍

💜- top 3 favourite lines

ouuf let me sift these out for you

“Arya clung to his doublet, her knuckles were bruised and raw as they held onto his clothing. He felt her lips on his, she kissed him, as if her life depended on it.”

- it’s impractical

“”You’ve got to stop. This is all messing with my head, I told you I’m not interested in Jeyne. Why don’t you trust me? why does it affect you this much?” Gendry cut her off, his tone harsh and strangled.”

&

““Listen, please,” he told her, watching as she blinked her eyes, more tears falling as she did so. “I love you, please, I’m sorry.” He brought his head down to hers, his forehead resting against hers as he closed his eyes.”

- and i can change your marital status

🎀- favourite story

gotta be ‘and i can change your marital status’, ive had so much fun writing it, im going to be sad when it ends.

🔍- does anyone in your personal life know that you write on tumblr?

nope, would die if anyone here knew what i write. this used to be my personal blog and i had all my friends following me even though they hardly used tumblr, i blocked them all ksadfgh 

[fineosaur]

💜👻

💜- top 3 favourite lines

ouuf let me sift these out for you

“Arya clung to his doublet, her knuckles were bruised and raw as they held onto his clothing. He felt her lips on his, she kissed him, as if her life depended on it.”

- it’s impractical

“”You’ve got to stop. This is all messing with my head, I told you I’m not interested in Jeyne. Why don’t you trust me? why does it affect you this much?” Gendry cut her off, his tone harsh and strangled.”

&

““Listen, please,” he told her, watching as she blinked her eyes, more tears falling as she did so. “I love you, please, I’m sorry.” He brought his head down to hers, his forehead resting against hers as he closed his eyes.”

- and i can change your marital status

👻- 2 or 3 sentences from something you haven’t posted yet

asfdghjkl, i haven’t written anything since i last posted,,, but i have from ‘open my chest and colour my spine’ - tattoo artist!gendry and baker!arya au, that i might not include for the next chapter but is written so here

”Right, Miss Stark, how have you been?” Gendry asked, setting his pen and phone down.

”Please, it’s Arya.”

”How have you been, Arya?”