#sincerely though thank you. what a sweet message. i really appreciate it

[cottoncandylesbo]

Hello Candy Candyson. Can I call you that? I'm just wanted to let you know that I think you're really cool and attractive and like. Every time I see you on my dash, and hear your voice on stream I just think about how effortlessly funny you are. You do a lot of cool stuff, and you keep really good company too. I think your partner is super lucky. I'm sorta new to this whole being gay thing, but I just wanted to say that I think you're really neat.

my loyal fan,

thank you for your message. youre right- i am hot and funny, and i'm glad to be recognized as such.

maybe one day you'll pick up a mean bitch like myself for your own. maybe. if you're lucky.

regards,

candy sapphos

[velvetvexations]

I got this comment on my antigonism explainer and I asked for permission to address in it's own post because I think it's good feedback:

I appreciate your support of transmasc and transnull people more than you can ever know. I, however, think coming up with a phrase that distincts “transmasc friendly transfems” is deeply divisive- and will further the divide and discourse between transfems and transmascs We don’t need a speciality phrase to denote people who are friendly towards us since those that are AGAINST us are the loud minority- the majority of real world trans people (transfems especially) are in unity with transmascs I think that this may just worsen the divides that are already starting to exist, and will further perpetuate discourse where it isn’t needed. Transfems can just say they support transmascs and transNB people, you guys don’t have to come up with a special title. I mean this all with the upmost love and sincerity. Transfems who support transmascs are the majority of transfems, yes there is an issue with TIRFism online But that is not the majority of transfems on the internet- and especially in real life. We should be focusing on greater unity and talking about what makes us similar- not dividing ourselves even more into subcategories to be policed or pointed to. From a transnull who is just as deep in this discourse

I'm thankful for your perspective and that you've given thought to the issue, and wanted to share your thoughts in a way that I feel is really sweet, which as someone with NPD I appreciate a lot. This is something that's been expressed to me about the idea previously.

I disagree, though. Are transfems who support transmascs and other non-transfems the majority? Yes, absolutely! But when the vocal minority is as loud as it is, they need to be loudly shutdown. That kinna thing takes megaphones. They're going to go away on their own and I want there to be a way to take an active stance that throws oneself out there as someone opposed to that shit.

Already it's just taken as a given that transfems are all TRFs.* If we don't go further, we're letting the vocal nature of the minority take up more and more space and become more and more accepted. Because like, they are super aggressive about it. These things get spread around on posts with thousands of notes every day. TRFs do nothing but bitch about non-transfem trans, intersex, and GNC people, and in doing so make spaces an increasingly less safe place for them.

And the signaling is a really important issue too. A lot of the responses to antigonism from transmascs in particular have been saying that it makes them feel safer. I've gotten messages from people who feel really bad about the paranoia trans radical feminism has caused them to feel around transfems they don't know, and that sucks! I'm so not interested in dismissing that as people who need to be less online or something, especially since I've heard a lot of stories of IRL spaces being hostile to any expression of masculinity as well. These are people who are, at best, facing a massive bullying issue, and at worst being driven out of the trans community entirely. It's cruel and I'm not going to shame them for having this expectation hammered into them, especially because I've also constantly been let down over and over and over when I see a post about transmisogyny or the transfem experience that I really like, only to be gravely disappointed when I see they're a TRF. It constantly happens. It sucks. It sucks so unbelievably much.

Hell, a lot of TRFs are self-identified TMEs, and in fact, most of them are! Every time they do one of their polls trying to prove some dumbass point, it's overwhelmingly "TMEs" who respond. It's like, a relatively small number of transfems kicking around a little cult of sycophants, many of whom are weird as fuck in their own ways but also many who are just trying to be good allies. They should also be signaled to that, hey, when I tell them they actually didn't need to drop a headcanon of a character that gave them joy because a transfem said so, I'm not the freak anomaly I get painted as. Like, I've responded to things asking if something so not an issue was transmisogynistic, or what the problem with TMA/TME was, only to immediately have multiple TRFs zoom into the replies like "don't listen to velvetvexations, she alone has those opinions because she hates all other transfems."

And what about transfems who also need to have it made clear TRFs aren't normal, too? Who need to be gently caught before they get indoctrinated into this shit?

When you see a trans woman saying she thinks it's bad to call non-binary people slurs, identifying as an antigonist gives the messages she's not a random confused baby bird brainwashed by Big Transmisogyny to hate her sisters. She is just one of many who feel that way.

And like, is making it a "faction" like that divisive? I don't think so because holy hell, this discourse is already divisive and toxic as fuck. The intense vitriol that gets thrown at one side from another is already radioactive. What's going to make things worse than it is now? TRFs will have to put up with seeing that other transfems are enthusiastic about disagreeing with them? Those other transfems will feel an us vs. them mentality regarding radical feminists?

A friend of mine put it really well last night:

it isn’t enough to just be ‘normal’ about transmascs and intersex people, actually you do need to be actively working against the now baked in harmful ideologies that have gained traction

I don't want to be normal about these things, I want to be actively anti-transandrophobic, actively anti-intersexist, etc. in a way that sends a clear message to everyone. Being normal about these issues is only normal until it isn't. And even if it forever remained a minority with no threat of growing larger than it is today, TRFs should still have the door slammed in their face until they learn to play nice. If transfems who are Normal really are "normal", then make TRFs feel like pariahs rather than having the unmitigated gall to declare that transmascs invented the transmisogynistic concept of transandrophobia because "2024 is the year transfems united under the banner of transfeminism."

Should we let them have that, and just say oh, well, it's obviously intuitive we're the normal ones and they're the weirdos, we can just quietly continue to consider ourselves the default model of transfem while radical feminism continues to cause more and more division entirely on it's own?

*not that they use that language

anyone may reblog this!

[httpsdana]

Hey! Hope you're doing well <3 I have to start with I REALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!!!! . Also the last one for Jamal Musiala was so sweet !

Soo if it's fine for me to request, and if you feel like it of course ,could you do one for him with prompt 67 ( maybe the reader plays guitar but you can write it however you like really )

Thank you so so much in advance <3<3

Wildest Dreams~Jamal Musiala

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

thank you so much for you sweet message. i really appreciate it <3 also I added a taylor swift song I'm so so sorry if u don't like her, it's just the only thing that came to mind 😭

request from here

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players/drivers i write for

67-"please play guitar for me."

y/n and Jamal had spent the afternoon together, enjoying the calm after a long day, just being in each other’s presence in y/n's apartment.

Jamal had been glancing at her guitar every so often, the silent request hanging in the air. She hadn’t played in front of him before, and though she knew he loved listening to music, she wasn’t sure he’d ever make the first move to ask.

Finally, he broke the silence. His voice was soft, almost shy. “Please play guitar for me,” he said, his words catching you a little off guard.

y/n raised an eyebrow, turning to face him. “You want me to play something?” she asked with a smile, a bit surprised but also touched by his request.

Jamal nodded, his expression growing more confident. “Yeah. Actually…” He hesitated for a second, his lips curving into a playful smile. “Could you play ‘Wildest Dreams’ by Taylor Swift?”

Her eyes widened in surprise, a laugh escaping her lips. “Wildest Dreams?” she repeated, unable to hide her amusement. "I didn't know you liked Taylor Swift."

Jamal grinned, a little sheepish but unapologetic. “I like her music. And I know you play it sometimes when you think no one’s listening.” There was a teasing glint in his eyes as he added, “You’ve got a great voice too, you know.”

A warmth spread through her chest, his words making her feel both flustered and happy. She glanced at the guitar resting against the wall, suddenly excited at the idea of sharing this moment with him.

“Alright,” she said, picking up the guitar and settling back onto the couch. She adjusted it in her lap, her fingers brushing over the strings as she mentally prepared for the song. The melody of “Wildest Dreams” was one she loved playing—it was soft, dreamy, and the perfect request for a moment like this.

y/n glanced at Jamal as she began to play, strumming the opening chords. His eyes were locked on her, his expression relaxed but full of interest. The room filled with the gentle rhythm of the song, the familiar melody flowing from her fingertips as her voice joined in, softly singing the lyrics.

As she sang the line, “He’s so tall and handsome as hell,” hee eyes flicked up to meet his. The words slipped out almost unconsciously, but the moment her gaze locked with his, they took on a deeper meaning.

She couldn’t help the way her heart fluttered. Jamal’s quiet confidence, the way he looked at her, so focused and admiring—it made the line feel more personal. His lips curved into a soft smile, as though he knew exactly what she was thinking.

The song continued, but for a brief moment, the world outside disappeared, and it was just y/n, Jamal, and the tension in the room. The way he watched her—it was like the music had created a private space just for the two of them, where the emotions were more than what words or even music could express.

When the final note hung in the air, y/n looked at him, a little breathless. His eyes were shining with admiration, a small smile playing on his lips.

“That was…” he trailed off, seeming to search for the right words. “That was perfect.”

y/n smiled softly, warmth spreading through her chest. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Jamal leaned in slightly, his voice quiet and sincere. “You were incredible. You made it even better than the original.” he murmured, grabbing a piece of he rhair and twisting it around his finger

His words sent a rush of warmth through her, and for a moment, she was lost in the softness of his gaze, the bond between them now stronger than ever.

[m00mis]

hello~ i saw that you're accepting requests and i really like how you write seventeen. 🥺 if it's not too much can i please request a scenario where seventeen tries to make up with their partner after a fight? thank you and i hope you're having an amazing day/night! ♥️

thankyou! that’s the best compliment <3 i took my sweet time doing this sorry they’re kind of long… hope you enjoy!

how seventeen would make up after a fight

cheol - he is devastated. so angry at himself and always blames himself for every fight. cries after bad ones because he cant imagine losing you. he would be very scared to attempt to make up with you because what if he says the wrong thing? so he writes his thoughts down and memorises what he wants to say but when your eyes meet his he forgets it all. it doesnt matter though because you can tell how sincere he is, he’s on his knees with his big eyes, long eyelashes wet, begging for forgiveness. he doesn’t need to say how he’s sorry when its written so clearly right there on his face

jeonghan - would text your best friend for advice on what he should do, not because he doesn’t know how to make up with you, but because he needs to know if you had said anything that he could fix and how angry you were at him. after confirming the details he would trap you in bed with him lying on top of you, smiling at your irritated expression, pressing tons of kisses to your whole face until it softens. when you finally gave in he would sit up and hold your hands in his saying how sorry he was and how you should forgive him because honestly what you were angry about was a little silly (“have you been messaging friend’s/name again? goddammit hannie.” “i had to know! it’s not like you were in the mood to tell me what was wrong 🙄”)

joshua - loves making you something to show how much he appreciates you. your bedroom is covered in trinkets and little crafts he has made for you to express his feelings so this time he decides to sculpt a vase. he picks out the flowers for it especially, making sure all the flower’s meanings amplified his apology. he also got you jewellery that you had been wanting and waits by the front door for you to return home to present them to you. he would say how sorry he was, taking your hand to show you the table where the vase with flowers is surrounded by candles, with your favourite food laid out. “i love you so much y/n, i’m truly sorry”

jun - he dislikes confrontation so would avoid you to give you time to cool off. the fight was accidental, he wouldn’t have hurt you on purpose but he takes time to understand your point of view. endearingly sits next to you and listens to every word you say. after you’ve explained yourself he would give you a big hug “i understand now, i’m sorry for what i did” and give you a little kiss before trying to lighten the mood by playing with your hair or booping your nose or something lmao

hoshi - he would lock himself away and rake through his song library to find the perfect song that encompasses all his feelings, then find you and drag you to his room, making you sit down and listen to this perfectly selected song that can speak for him and he stands there facing you grooving to it, mouthing along to some parts and clutching at his heart at the end. luckily the fight wasn’t too serious or you would beat his ass. he’s too cute (and cunning), he knows that this way you would forgive him, but he’s still scared after the song ends when he has to start using his own words “what i say always gets me in trouble”

wonwoo - this one is hard because i really can’t see him getting into that much difficulty in a relationship? i think if something came up it would be because you wish he would communicate a bit more with what goes on deeper inside him. but he would apologise straight away after he saw the slightest change in you and explain that he just couldn’t find the right words to express himself eloquently. but i also feel sometimes he would stay up late and talk about things that would metaphorically say what he wants to tell you, very poetic man when the time is right

woozi - man is extremely gifted with his words and knows just what to say to you at any time. a huge comfort knowing that he is a word wizard because no matter what, he says what you need to hear. i actually don’t think he would like writing songs for you in the sense that his work and you are completely separate to him and if he merges them in any way it will lessen the importance he holds for you. he gives you himself in his raw form and wants you to accept that, as he’s such a perfectionist in his work. polishing his feelings for you in a song would take away the raw power of love he has for you. so he would just give you his feelings right there, apologising and letting the words fall so he gets his feelings out before he starts overthinking and they have the chance to form into something he doesn’t mean

dk - his emotions are so big he wears them on his sleeve which means when you two fight he is so visibly upset. overthinking 101 and might go to one of the members, probably minghao for advice. he would book a hotel in your favourite city, so you could get out of the environment that is straining your relationship. he would pack everything for you and would plan out your trip with a plan a and b incase you just wanted to relax together. he’s so giving and just wants to see you happy. it really hurts him when you’re stressed out. he’d serve on you hand and foot and that’s how he would apologise. at the end of the trip he would say he’s sorry for letting things get so rough between you two and promise to take better care of you

mingyu - he would knock on your bedroom door and whisper through it explaining how sorry he was, edging the door open, slowly shuffling in just so he can hold your head in his hands and wipe away the tears he caused with his thumbs. you wouldn’t make eye contact with him but he pulls you in to his chest to cuddle and rocks you while apologising and tries to sort the misunderstanding out while stroking your head. later on he would cook you your favourite meal and watch you eat it. he would refuse to eat any because its all for you, “and anyway, i’m already full with love”

minghao - goes for the longest walk to take time to mull it over and analyse. he’d learn from his mistakes and realise what he should have done and how to improve himself for you. but he wouldn’t take it as a negative. he would come home with food he had bought walking back to your place and explain how you two fighting is a sign of good emotional boundaries. it shows you still stand up for yourselves as individuals, not neglecting your own values and views. he would respect you even more and it’s a learning curve, just a bump in the road that strengthens your bond.

seungkwan - would be extremely worried and stressed out, replaying the fight over and over in his head. he would approach you very gently, wanting to talk. because you two always confided in each other, when you didn’t tell him what was going on he would begin overthinking and spiralling, he wouldn’t sleep or eat. he knows you need space but because you were so close, not knowing how you were feeling was wrecking him. he just wants to listen to you and know what is going on in that beautiful mind of yours!

vernon - classic romantic guy that will do acts of service and buy gifts like flowers, chocolates, clothes, cute classic apology gifts. he can’t figure out the right thing to say when he’s the one who made you upset, he doesn’t want to make it worse. only after the air had cleared a bit he would sincerely apologise and promise not to repeat his mistakes. he would take you out on a date to a fancy restaurant, but you would feel so out of place that you leave and go get takeout and ice cream instead, eating it in his car while listening to music. he would joke about how uncomfortable it was in the restaurant and how this is way better but he really wanted to treat you to show how much he cared for you. you'd have a very long, deep talk together in the car before heading home

dino - he would be so confused if you didn’t accept his apology right away and he’d ask all the members “why wont she forgive me i’ve done everything wikihow told me to” making them sigh in disappointment. when he starts to accept you’ll hate him forever, you finally forgive him. he is so happy, practically jumps on you to get you to go out and drink with him to celebrate. after way too many drinks he would confess how scared he was, how much he loves you and how he would do anything for you. you had to drag him home and tuck him into bed while he rambled on about how you’re the love of his life. he only stops saying that he loves you when he passes out in bed. when you get in he wraps his arm around you and mumbles “i love you” again before starting to snore in your face

[oddinary4bts]

Hey! I hope you're doing good. I just read the drabble 14.5 for Chasing Cars, then your note at the end about things getting better - you shouldn't have to write that note. YOU ARE THE AUTHOR; THE STORYTELLER; and IT IS YOUR STORY. The only thing I use tumblr for is to read fanfiction about BTS, so I have no idea how this asks etc. work and I am not looking for anything in return at all. I just wanted to express my genuine and sincere love for your writing, your stories, and especially YOU. Of course, I don't know you personally well but after the comments on the recent chapter, I just couldn't stop myself. I love what you write. Your writing is so perfect- with every word that I read, an image is formed in my brain then its like watching a movie or a series. And I remember every single scene. Forgotten spaces - I still remember everything about it, have re-read the series multiple times. Sinful lust - I was a little bitter when Yoongi chose Jimin but still loved the way how you handed the ending. I don't read sad endings so, I was a little surprised but its a great story and I don't think anyone else could've handled the story the way you did (which is PERFECT). And Chasing cars, I don't have words for it. I actually loved the way the story as it is. I trust you and know you don't write sad endings, I deal with anxiety and depression as well, so all of it felt so real and personal. I die for the brother's best friend trope; have read almost all stories based on this, and let me tell you - Chasing cars and Three tangerines (by-https://kithtaehyung.tumblr.com/ -Idk how to tag) has been my absolute favorites. If any of these ended up having a physical or other kind of version except tumblr, I would get it in a heartbeat. So, the point of this whole blah blah that I wrote is - There are a lot of people who appreciate your writing and don't write about it though, but the hate is always louder as you know; NEVER let any of these/them effect them. Just do you, be you, and I will ALWAYS look forward to whatever you write in whatever way you want to. Please take care of yourself and thanks for writing and sharing these beautiful stories!!

Thank you so so much for this you have no idea how much it means to me to receive kind and sweet messages like yours✨ I’m happy you remember my stories, and I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of Chasing Cars and remember it as well🫶🏼

As for the other fic you mentioned, I’ve never read it but I’ve heard that it’s really good! For those wondering, you can find it here!

[girlymatsu]

WAAAHHHH @flyingspicerack thank u for the ideas!! (i doodled some things along with my rambles) LONG POST AHEAD talking about stuff

GETTING TOGETHER…

Abshrhsa I think of thousands of ways osoeri get together… every which way.. but I think canonly their relationship is kind of slow and vaguely romantic for a while!!

Friends that hug for too long and when going out on the train erina is always asking to lean on his shoulder to rest and ends up nuzzling him.. Osomatsu talks to his brothers as if erina is already his girlfriend and brags all the time like “ERINA-CHAN IS THE ONLY ONE FOR ME!!!”

But when its just Osomatsu and Erina they’re close friends but often are shy with their affection at first, osomatsu going so quiet when erina leans on him to sleep and holding his breathe the whole way home.. Osomatsu goes out of his way to inch his hand towards Erina’s and the tips of their pinkies kiss and it makes him tremble out of love overload.. And despite being outgoing Erina is quite shy when initiating things sometimes like she’ll just get closer while laughing and acting like she’s not doing anything ^///^ his hands will just be on top of hers for a while and she will not point it out and let it happen bc she doesn’t want it to end..

Erina is very insecure too I imagine they get closer because Osomatsu gets to know her insecurities and hype her up and thinks she’s even cuter because of them ahdnfndk like erina thinks she’s like.. “fake cute” and that people will be repulsed by her knowing she’s a mess— and though osomatsu doesn’t really understand her mental turmoils he just wants to her to believe that he thinks she’s so cute the cutest in the world like goes crazy over how she’s sincere like wtf.. pure !?

UGH and then and then. I imagine when osomatsu is pushing his luck with her, being perverted and acting really gross towards her until he’s all up on top of her and she doesn’t do anything to stop him… he melts into mush on top of her. Saying that she has to stop him if she wants him to stop, and erina doesn’t want him to stop. And Osomatsu says she’s being dangerous, does that mean she likes him? Erina says what if I did like you… Osomatsu hugging her like you won’t be able to take it back, I don’t think I’ll ever let you go never never— and then it segways into being more bold and becoming a real relationship auagahgaa

MUNDANE THINGS-

i love to think about how they share treats,Erina loves sweet drinks so Osomatsu always gets a taste… sip sip and kiss 😚

And just like how totty and Osomatsu watch videos on their phone I think Osomatsu and erina would do that too, watching funny videos and making dirty jokes.. I think Osomatsu loves it when Erina loves funny sex and poop humor!!

Erina has the worst executive dysfunction when it comes to cleaning and organizing so when she has to do laundry, sometimes osomatsu comes over and either just lays around and just his presence motivates her.. and sometimes he helps but they both get lazy and they just lay on top of the clothes to take a break 💕

I Like to think about also take walks around the city often and erina jumps and fawns over every dog they see 🐶

HOLIDAYS

Erina doesn’t get to go home to her family very often during the year so Osomatsu invites her to spend time with his household during the family oriented holidays.. eating hotpot and she can spend time with his funny brothers and parents.. Matsuyo loves her and tries to insert subliminal messages to give her a grandchild by showing her baby pictures.. I think it’s so sweet erina would very much appreciate not being alone for the holidays and being around people who are close to one another rather than her family that is actually very distant from each other emotionally

AND FOR NON family oriented holidays.. like Christmas Eve for couples.. ofc they go on dates but Osomatsu WILL have his head in the gutter the whole time preparing for getting dirty afterwards— like haha yeah the lights are so pretty, I can’t wait to have sex tonight 🤪 while erina is like wow this is soo romantic.. I cant wait to have sex tonight 🥰

SEEING EACH OTHER ON THE STREETS!

Literally magnetic towards each other they will find a way.. floating over to each other spinning in circles like omgomgomg wowowow I missed u!! And their plans for the day combine like he was out shopping groceries and she was going to get a package well why don’t we go together teeheehee (annoyed choromatsu third wheel)

OK THATS IT FOR RAMBLING IF ANYONE BOTHERED TO READ IT ALL THANK YOU

[raw-law]

rahhhhhhhgghhgg ive been less active since the servers creation bc now i just talk to you directly more often. but, i still like to send asks because its fun. its like mail, i send a little message, you guyz read it. then i get a notification with a reply like a day or so later and its so thrilling to me. i love mail so much. i love buying thingz online and then getting a little treat in the mail. it makes me lowkey ecstatic! i actually just bought an mcr shirt because they released merch for the 20th anniversary of their sophomore album, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. i'll forget i ordered it and then in a few weeks, a little treat for moi!!!! j'adore les petits cadeaux pour moi!!!!

what is your opinion on the shift from sending letters to just calling or texting people instead? do you think instant forms of communication are a betterment for society or do they ruin the fun?

-🦌

Light:

Good to see you again, Deer Anon!

And I'm glad you like sending asks; I like reading them as well, even though sometimes I mightn't have time to answer. It's good you got a little treat for yourself, you deserve it.

Anyways, to answer your question.

I think instant forms of communication is wonderful. Without it, after all, we wouldn't have the chance to be running this blog, and I wouldn't be able to meet Ryuzaki. It's also convenient when people want to get in touch with us, and without it, we wouldn't be so developed and safe.

However, it is rather regretful that not a lot of people write letters any longer because of this. Letters are a sincere, heartfelt form of communication, and in my opinion, so much more worth treasuring than messages on a phone screen. Through a handwritten, decorated letter, you can find out so much more about the letter's writer, and I find that a very beautiful thing. I still write letters to my ex-teachers, though not as often as I used to when I was a kid and not yet with a phone. And that's a little sad.

Honestly, both have their pros and cons. But my view is that, at the same time when texting friends and calling family, we could write a simple letter to them, asking about their day, and maybe draw little doodles on it. I'm sure that'll make their day, and maybe also the days after that. :]

Thanks for the question, Deer Anon. I loved answering this one.

L:

ahh... i had a feeling that might happen with the addition of a discord server.. eh, what can you do. the server's fun anyways.

but i am glad you enjoy the asks so much. i'm also glad there's people who still have an appreciation for mail in general. i too quite enjoy the simple act of getting a box i've forgotten about and tearing it open, though it is a little ironic considering i'm not really fond of physical gifts, unless they're practical or edible. i just like the unboxing bit. i hope you have fun opening up that mcr shirt of yours. it certainly sounds special. rock on, you hopelessly reactive romantic.

as for my opinion on instant communication... it's all rather conflicting..

i appreciate the advancement of technology. it's played a large part in improving our daily lives, and like light has said, it's given me the opportunity to meet him, along with other people close to me and the askers on this blog.

... but it all feels a bit much to me, at times.

people having the capability to simply.. question me whenever they please feels too weirdly personal.. i know it's irrational, but i just don't like it. i don't like that pressure. nor do i like the way the formatting of words has changed because of it. it's just not something for me. i'm only really alright with it when it comes to people i consider special, but even then i feel like i'd enjoy it more if we communicated through things like letters or even emails. have you seen Simon VS. The Homo Sapiens Agenda? it's a favorite of mine. sometimes i catch myself yearning to be somebody's blue. it really is irrational..

thank you for the ask, it was a pleasure to ponder. always fun to see the tidbits you share. :)

[tally-kiza]

Hi! 💙🥺 I wanted to thank you for all the reblogs & tags you've been leaving in my writings all this time, I'm shy and haven't reached out until now but pls know they brighten my days and I really appreciate that you take your precious time to reblog and to share some thoughts on the tags, which I enjoy reading! 🥺 Again thank you sincerely, it really means a lot to me and I'm glad you enjoyed them so far 💙 on a side note I really wanted to tell you that you seem such a sweet person, I love the way you love Arthur, and I adore reading your tags on him. the way you express what you feel for him is so similar to mine and your thoughts always make me smile. 🥹 I also love your writings and your artworks, I think you're a talented person in many ways, I look forward to reading more of your Arthur stories and seeing more of your art 🫶🏻🌷🌹 I wish you a lovely weekend! 💙🌺

🥺 🥺 🥺 you're so sweet, my goodness. thank you so much for all the kind words. 💕 i really love all your comments and tags on all of your reblogs too!! when i first discovered the joker fandom i was so so surprised at just how sweet everyone was! even though the fandom is small i'd never seen so much love spread around in one before. 😄

i find it very inspiring how much you love arthur, and it makes me want to love him even deeper as well.  🥺 💕   and your art and writings are lovely as well!! i find your writing style lovely, how u write so much adoration for the little moments with arthur. it's poetic. nhbnjgs i know i'm basically just repeating what you said, but-!!  🥰  thank you for such a delightful message, it's made my day! you have a great weekend too!

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Hello!! I hope you're having a wonderful day! Thank you so much for taking the time to answer my previous ask and listening to the song that was so kind (and I'm really glad you liked the song). Also, you're incredibly right in saying that Kol probably feels like he has to make up new personalities to be liked and that people only care for him if he's useful (and it's not like people contradict him canon) which is just so sad. And I think he'd just be so baffled by someone genuinely enjoying his company (and it's awesome that that has popped up multiple times in your fics, I absolutely adore that). Hopefully this didn't get too long (or incoherent), thanks for being so sweet and amazing!! -🍪

Hi there, lovely!

I'll admit, I'm not entirely sure what to say here other than thank you and you're welcome. I'm just so happy to know that someone takes the time to really read into my fics, because I put a lot of thought into them. (Probably too much, but that's my problem.)

I've said it before and I'll say it again, but I genuinely love listening to you, sweetheart!

Your comments are never too much, your insights are always appreciated and your personality is undeniably adorable. I sincerely hope you know how sweet and kind you are and I think you're very brave to send in your comments, even anonymously. I know how intimidating it can be to message someone whose content you really enjoy. Isn't it weird how people can seem so big and scary over the internet? I'll tell you right now, my fics may be decently well put together, but as a person I am a HUGE dork. Maybe one day you'll work up the courage to DM me - I'd love to just chat with you about whatever crazy things are running though your head. If not, that's fine too! It's fun having an Anon fan who freaks out over my fics as much as I do. 😂

Until you ask again, my dear.

[mencnfire]

I just wanted to take a second to say that you're amazing - I know I sometimes feel like a broken record with all your blogs, but I sincerely mean it. You have a gift for picking these muses up when they do not have much canon information available and you somehow find the perfect balance between keeping them true to their canon roots and being something you have shaped into existence.

Your writing is always inspiring, and you're so fundamentally unique at what you do; I think you always find humanity where one might think there was none but you're also not afraid of delving into the ugly, nasty parts of a character and acknowledging their wrongdoings. I am always amazed at how beautifully nuanced and detailed your portrayals are and frankly, there is a reason I will follow you anywhere regardless of the fandom. :)

I know things are not easy right now (believe me - I know) and while I wished we both remained ignorant to this shitty aspect of living, I wanted to say it gets better (and that it won't be so bad every day). I'm here for you and I'm proud like hell of you for facing this a day at time. We got this, Han. You're good enough; you matter; you're loved and frankly you're an unique person that I'm forever grateful for having found here. <3

POSITIVE ANONS IN THE INBOX! 💌

(( that gif is literally me every single time i see u also kinda fits cause my muses are a little like dr evil sooooo

you're too kind to me, mari & i don't deserve your kindness one bit because the person who deserves it the MOST, is you ! i'm forever thankful for you partnering with me and writing alongside me when i write these dudes. i know not everyone would be chill with characters who range from a violent, genocidal tyrant to a sadistic, torture-loving colonel to all other sorts but you've always given me the chance and the platform to explore these men. & what you say right there validates me and makes me feel glad that i can get, like, the route i'm taking with these men somewhat across. like, i love exploring all sides of them - their good and their bad and i'm so appreciative that you see that.

i, of course, have forever loved everything that you've done with melissa. i feel like, everything i love in rp - you do. you've always come up with the best plot lines and the best stories. she's a realistic character who has the flaws and likability of a real person & i love that. like, i've forever loved how you make melissa this woman who ( lets be real ) i'd LOVE to be friends with. she's kind, compassionate, smart but also sexy, seductive, a little cunning. the verses we've had before now where she's taken the evil queen approach or even downright using lautrec - i just love. i love that i can approach you with the whackiest plots or aesthetics or ideas and you just run with it. i've always felt we're so compatible with both our writing & as friends that we just have this really special dynamic and i'll forever love and appreciate it.

and finally; yeah, you're right - we have got this! i've made no secret of the struggle the last few months have been, my head's been jelly at the best of the times and a depressive wreck at the worst. i know i perhaps haven't been the best person to chat with or be around; i haven't been as active, i haven't written as much as i usually do. but, just know that i appreciate you, sweet. i appreciate the asks, the messages, the threads we have and the plotting we do. i know i might seem a little weird right now but i will forever love you for being you and i will forever appreciate your friendship. i know that you've had a lot on your plate and to that, i say, i know you can do this. you've accomplished so much already & though you might not know it, i'm seriously in awe of how you live your life and the things that you've done. you're the sort of person that i look up to & alongside all of your strength, you remain kind. mari, you're a real treasure. thank you for being you & thank you for this message. <3 ))

[madame-fear]

Hello my sweet! Sending some love🌸 I know I already said how proud I am of you but I have to make sure you know! You’re doing so good, you should feel proud of yourself. We all love you and understand what your doing though, and don’t hesitate to message me if you need anything.

-Mommy Ash!

Heyyy mummy Ash !! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Sorry I answered just today this lovely message. 🥺💗

Thank you sincerely a ton for this message! And well, all the other pretty things you send me. I’m very fond of you and your sweet messages, and honestly I’ve been needing that type of comfort more than ever these times ;w; <33

So yes, really, I appreciate it and it genuinely brings me some warming comfort to know that, perhaps, my ways of being aren’t as bad as I feel they are, especially when I drown myself with my own occasional downward spirals. Again, thank you a ton, and I’m not even sure how to properly stress it enough 💗💗💗 All I can say is that I will obviously keep you in mind for whatever I need, and of course, you can count on me for that too! 🥰❤

[4townlove]

can you do some basic headcanons on the 4town members, like the things they like and basic personality traits?

hey there. thank for being my first request haha ✨ but without further ado, here we go

4⭐Town Headcanons: Personality Traits

⭐Robaire

he's an early bird who enjoys the quiet of the early mornings, especially when it's warm enough to stand on his balcony and sing into the morning with the birds. singing brings him so much joy

he greets everyone in french every day, and usually has his day planned out. not extensively but enough to know what he needs to do

obnoxious vocal warm ups. all. the. time. everywhere. and i mean, everywhere

his worst fear is either losing his voice or getting hiccups while on stage. he's likely had a handful of nightmares about it in 4towns early days

he takes every show extremely seriously, to the point where he gets annoyed when Aaron T keeps joking non stop, but he means well

if he gets properly annoyed, he'll cuss and complain in french

he is very honest and frequently compliements the other guys. not all of them are used to it but they do appreciate it, even if they roll their eyes at his genuine sincerity

⭐ Jesse

early bird but not by choice, on account of his kids and being a member of 4town. any chance to get a few minutes or, gods willing, an hour more of sleep is a blessing.

knows the other guys' orders from their local coffee shop and turns up, sometimes a tad late, with all their drinks and sometimes breakfast snacks

despite his distaste for getting up early, he is usually one of the last to leave the dance or recording studio. being the oldest member has made him somewhat of a perfectionist when it comes to his performance, wanting to do his best to "measure up" to the other younger members

no matter what he's doing, a message from or about his kids will take all his attention immediately for at least 30 minutes. do not try and get him to take his attention away from checking on his kids. he may not forgive you for a while if you insinuate anything else is more important

he does his best to keep from fast food but he cant deny his kids and every once in a while, happily allows himself a little too

⭐ Taeyoung

an afternoon bird most of the time, so usually trudges into the studio hidden in large thick hoodie, super quiet and mumbly. he warms up and wakes up once he has his sweet coffee though

whistles beautifully like a dove out of habit when he's not doing much. you can often hear it echoing through the halls of the studio building.

being the ray of precious sunshine he is, he will often just go up to the other guys to ask if they're alright, if they need anything, what they're working on, and more often than not, his genuine joy will get them inspired to keep pushing on

he wears his heart on his sleeve. he works hard during practice, and asks for help when he needs it. if somethings wrong, he'll say, albeit quietly. if he's sad, he will cry. but if he's happy he will gush to the ends of the earth seemingly endlessly and its infectious joy too

often makes trinkets and small gifts, often consisting of dove feathers shed from the doves he cares for. necklaces, dreamcatchers, feather and flower crowns, and sometimes a specifically chosen shade of nailpolish that he believes matches the member's heart and personality best.

⭐ Aaron T

he's.... an any hour bird really. if he's not careful, he could be up all night working on a new rap or texting Aaron Z begging him to listen to what he's written so far. he has alot of energy and inspiration but do not give him caffeine. do not.

he's a spot of joy like Taeyoung and often get together to surprise the others. if he's alone though, he pranks the other guys alot, usually by hiding around corners and jumping out at them.

despite his goofing, he is very genuine and honest. he has a big heart, but that also means he gets easily annoyed when things dont quite go his way and tends to sulk. but only because 4town is his passion

raps his good mornings, good afternoons, good nights, hellos and goodbyes. always.

usually a look from Aaron Z is the only thing to get him to know he needs to tone down the goofing.

he loves the other guys alot, calling them his brothers and treating them just as dearly.

⭐ Aaron Z

very early bird, earlier than Robaire. he's always the first into the studio and always the last to leave, working hard always.

sometimes he pushes himself too hard and doesnt take enough time for himself to rest and have downtime. only if all the guys confront him at once will he consider taking a break

he's the only one who's immune to Aaron T's pranks.

being the choreographer of 4town, he is very atuned to music and can play alot of instruments. drums, guitar, piano, triangles etc

he is very close to all the members as a group but also individually, working with them on specific things and deepening their friendship through their progress.

he doesnt say much, but evrry once in a while, when he's really happy with how theyre all doing, he'll nod and mutter out a mumbled "hell yeah" through a grin and hearing it brings all the others close to tears.

passes notes of encouragement under the doors of the other members before every show, and seeing them ready to go when theyrr getting ready to go on stage, it always, always, makes him smile.

[untiltheendoftime]

Summary: Staring at a stranger leaves you with an empty plate of fries and a heart filled with the slightest bit of love.

gif by @stevenrogered

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: A normal amount of swearing, other than that it's pure fluff.

Writers note: This is for @celestialbarnes "4k writing challenge"

Reblogs, likes and your thoughts are so much appreciated. Feel free to point out any errors.

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Can I steal your fries?

You had found yourself in a small diner, after another terrible date, with a large portion of fries in front you. Perhaps alcohol would've been more helpful to forget the whole day, but sadly your work schedule didn't allow you to get drunk and risk a hangover.

As soon as you sat down, you deleted the dating app off your phone, earning an amused look from the stranger in the booth in front of you when you had muttered something along the lines of "Fuck this shit." and "Might as well start referring to myself as a trash can if trash is all I attract."

You could feel the warmth of a blush rising on your cheeks when you heard the stranger chuckle and you were sure that you looked exactly like the ketchup on your fries. Why did you have to blush so easily? Fuck.

Unfortunately he was quite handsome, which didn't help your ketchup-face problem at all. His hair was rather short, though it looked like he was growing it out, and he gave off cozy vibes with the navy blue hoodie he was wearing and the steaming cup of coffee in his hands. He was far more than quite handsome. It was then that you noticed that his eyes, unfairly blue like the sky on a perfect summer day, were focused on you.

He fully caught you staring at him. Damn it.

In order to hide your embarrassment, you quickly adverted your eyes to the plate in front of you. Suddenly the fries were very interesting.

The sound of footsteps appeared and just when you had thought that you creepingly staring made the stranger leave, a muscular body came in sight and you were starting to feel anxious.

Thinking that apologizing was the best way to get over with this as soon as possible, you tried to come up with an excuse "Look, I'm sorry for staring. I jus-" you started bubbling, but he quickly interrupted you.

"Wouldn't have caught you staring at me if I wasn't staring as well, would I?" he said, his voice surprisingly sweet and when you had gathered up enough courage to look up at him, you were welcomed with a breathtaking smile.

Without any hesitation, he sat down in front of you and the anxious feeling quickly washed away, being replaced with irritation instead. Sure, he didn't look bad, but he was a stranger after all.

You eyed him suspiciously and he did the same, obviously mocking you. "I don't want to sound rude but I believe your coffee wants your attention more than me" you said, actually not really bothering to sound polite.

"Does sound rude to me, doll."

He probably used the nickname a lot, however it didn't stop you from feeling flattered. Not wanting to acknowledge it, and turning red again, you decided to keep your mouth shut.

The silence was starting to feel uncomfortable and from the way his brows slightly furrowed with thought, you could tell that he didn't want the conversation to end so soon.

"You're not here for the first time and I actually wanted to talk to you for a while." he admitted, "Even tried to get your attention, but all you did was stare into your phone and yeah" a faint blush crept up on his cheeks.

It took you a solid minute to process his words. Yes, you were a frequent customer, most of the times visiting after another date went downhill and sometimes you would google dating advice and gag at all the bullshit everyone wrote. You didn't exactly hate being single, though having someone to come home to wasn't the worst thought you could think of. The more dates went wrong, the more you and your family, especially them, began to wonder what was wrong with you.

"Always love a stranger watching me" you joked and instantly grimace at how badly you had worded it. That's not what you meant.

His laughter filled your ears and it was full of warmth and so contagious, you had to laugh as well.

After the laughter had died down, he cleared his throat and extendended his right hand to you "I'm Bucky" he softly said and while shaking it, the contact sending slight shivers down your spine, you tell him your name.

"Now that we know each others names, can I steal some of your fries?" Bucky asked, not waiting for an answer as he reached for your plate.

"No" you chuckled out, playfully swatting his hand away, and he glared at you for a second before dramatically putting the hand on his chest, claiming that you've really hurt his feelings and it might take decades to mend the pain in his heart.

The conversation between the two of you flowed nicely. He told you about his visits to different countries and you would ask questions about how the people were and if the food tasted good, the latter truthfully answered with a "I usually went for cheeseburgers due to the lack of time."

You had told Bucky how much you despise going on dates now because your family would pressure you, saying that the problem has to be you since your ex shortly found a significant other after the break up.

Bucky's jaw tightened at that and he voiced out how fucking rude your family was, wondering if they don't have anything else to do than rubbing their noses in your love life. Seeing that he has was way more understanding than your own family, empathy had always been something all of them undoubtedly lacked off, made you even more fond of the handsome stranger and you felt comfortable sharing personal pieces of your life with him as hours passed by.

Midway through your story you paused to look at your plate, realizing that it was almost empty now and the only reason why he didn't stop your rambling was because it allowed him to eat your fries.

"Stop taking my fries." you muttered out, causing him to grin.

"What are you gonna do about it?" he questioned, voice heavenly charming as he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows at you.

Perhaps this was the most cliché thing to do, but the look he gave you when you threw a few fries at his face was something you wish you would've gotten a picture of. His eyes were still slightly widened in shock when he, not so attractively, shoved all of the fries in his mouth, making you laugh at his childish behavior.

"I got to eat the fries. Seems like I won, sweetheart." he proudly declared.

Banters and stories later, your eyes caught a glimpse of the clock on your phone and you frown when it reads two a.m

You jolted up from your seat, calling out an apology to the old waitress who seemed to be startled by the sudden change of energy. "I do enjoy talking to you, but my shift starts in six hours." you said, your voice laced with a hint of sadness.

Bucky stood up as well and reached for your phone that was still lying on the table. He handed it you, signaling for you to unlock it, and when he had access to it, he quickly typed in his number and pressed the saving button. A cheekish smile on his lips when he puts it in your grasp again and you can't help but beam at him, too.

He held his hands up in defense, "Figured you need my number after you have deleted all the datings apps."

You rolled your eyes in response and, who knows where the confidence boost came from, step closer to him. "Goodnight" you murmured, pressing a light kiss to his cheek and they instantly heat up, which made him look adorable. Maybe you had found someone who blushes just as easily as you.

Once you had entered the front door of your apartment, your phone gave off a noise, signaling that you had received a message. A quick glance at the screen told you that it was Bucky asking if you came home alright. He definitely is a gentleman. Just when you were about to answer him, another text popped up. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop you from grinning like a lovestruck teenager while reading it.

Bucky:

When will you take me out?

Sincerely, your trash

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First story on here. Hopefully it's not that bad? I would absolutely love to hear some feedback. Thank you for reading everything ♡

[muffindaddystyles]

Keep holding my hand.

Harry was in an emotionally abusive relationship before y/n, something happens that makes his insecurities float back.

Impetuous reel of dithery thoughts rapidly bustles on the wall, Harry stares at it blankly – he stares and stares and stares ..... yet it does nothing for what he wishes.

His stomach fills with acid and his mouth burns with foulness with each painful beat his heart gives realizing maybe this's the end ---- he doesn’t spare a glance to the dinner wafting off he cooked with much happiness looking forward to tonight.

Where did I went wrong?

Did I hurt her in any way? What if she didn’t like me popping up at her studio that day to remind her of tonight

Well Keat didn’t like it ..... She used to hate it Infact,

No! She’s not like keat —--

But, then why isn’t she picking your phone? She knew, promised and she still didn’t came tonight?

What if she’s sick? Fuck, then I should go to her.

He shuts his screaming conscience down, shoving the heels of his palm against his pop-sockets wearily to make him feel something --- to escape the hurt that’s looming around him, crushing and squeezing him to death.

He blows off the candles, melted to their base from being sorrowfully lit from three hours atleast --- mocking him and his sincerity.

You deserve this.

Why did y’think ye' deserved anybody’s love?

She doesn’t love you anymore --- just like keat....

The corners of his glossy eyes prickles with pearly tears and it drops down his clavicles, with blurry vision he dials her one last time and it goes straight to her voicemail alike past three hours.

Hiya, Y/N here! Leave a message ‘cos I mighty be busy or maybe lazyin' round the farthest corner of my home .......

He tosses and turns, does it manifold times --- his sleep betrays him too and he’s angry soaring with venom, if he could scream from a cliff and throw stones down the pound furiously he'd instead his eyes runs droopy.

His shuddering breath sulks to tranquillity, all he could hear’s a screech of wind that’s hitting the window and his guts.

His body jerks at the chirp of voice he’s oh so familiar with —- other days he'd be submerging in the honeyness of it but at the moment he bites down his wrist to keep him wrenching his empty stomach out.

“Happy anniversary, bub!” His brows clinches down into a grumblish frown and he presses his hand between his thighs turning his back upon hearing the careful steps treading in.

The creaking stalls and she stands at his doorway with heavy heart, her throat —-- uff her throat feels like as if someone punched it several times.

Not letting her tongue to utter any word —- anything that’d assure him and her, everything’s alright --- it’s not a big deal.

Ofcourse, it is!

Little things matters most to him – told you —- he .. — he told you himself and you hurt him, you hurt him just because you couldn’t stand to your boss.

She wanted it to be perfect for him, for them — winded up the work her boss hoarded on her mercilessly last minute demanding her to wrap it up in an hour --- felt giddy and motivated to do it speedily looking forward to their celebration. Bought his favourite chocolate moose cake standing in the line of his favourite bakery, since he doesn’t like any other flavour.

She stands at the side bed looking down at him, heartbreaking in million pieces seeing him torn, all teary cheeks and this stoic for the first time they’ve been dating.

“’M sorry -- I –- my boss trapped me and – ‘n I really wanted to call you —-- then it took me forever at your favourite bakery, I’m so sorry baby.” She rambles nebbish-ly and catches onto his shoulder when he tries to face away from her.

He mutters, “Forget bout it. Go back home ‘s getting late.” Though, his heart lurches forward to embrace her and shower her in kisses telling her “it’s totally fine.” And that “how bout we celebrate now,” but being an emotionally sensitive person has it's very cons and one of it is requiring space and time to recover for better thinking.

His eyes slips into abyss and he holds back a sniffle when he feels the mattress dip behind him, she sighs, coos in the softest voice she only keeps it for her lover, “Oh baby .... you’re my home.” She's well aware of the anxiety he goes through. He feels like everything crumbling but she's there to catch him and she rubs his back.

The many many reassurances he needs from his lovie to keep going for them, the praises for him for treating her like the most precious daffodil —- because he never got praised before; even though how much of the world’s luxuries he'd lay at his ex's feet was never assured that how much she loves him (because she never did).

Y/N would never want his insecurities to float back and sting his scars, she'd never want him to ever go through from what he did in past —-- to be used like a toy and manipulated, might sound weird and whumpy of her but she’d kill many dragons to keep him protected at any cost.

He sleeps with her body cocooning him from behind and his erratic breath syncs to her calm ones.

..

His dreams full of suffering, void and darkness violently clashing and swirling against eachother as the ugly creature takes Y/N away from him, leaving him in prison of his own pathetic head.

Fear of loss —- he fears loosing her and does it make him toxic? He was snubbed so many times – being told his behaviour was toxic that he’d hesitate before doing anything precisely very fondly caring —- but then Y/N came in his life and she'd tell him how much she appreciates him, how he’s like the best sundae in hot summer and he felt like she’s the sunshine he was waiting for in the never-ending rainy days.

Y/N stirs from her light sleep on hearing the broken whimpers, the valley of her chest moist as he cries into her and she cups his cheeks gazing down at him concerned, “What happened sunny .... baby talk to me ...” Her voice groggy and on verge of tearing.

She sits back a little with him still between her legs and wipes his tears away gently, “I’m so sorry ...” He mumbles –-- eyes bloodshot and she shakes her head pulling him closer, if she’d be able to cradle him in his lap she'd but apparently he’s too big.

Queasy hiccups, “f – fo'--... d —- dou...” sad sniffles and hiccups that tightens his chest.

She tenders his wobbly lip kissing his temple, “shhh. shhh, puppy I should be the one apologising yeah?”

“no .. I didn’t gave another thought before doubting --- that –-- that you’re about to leave, no person in right mind does this – I —-,” His body trembles with blue sobs.

“Harry ...” she tries to gain his attention and when he still doesn’t listen, “I know I don’t deserve y'n – ‘n maybe you don’t want me anymore —--” she raises it a bit, “Harry!” he falls quiet --- nibbling the corner of his cheek to hold back hiccups.

“Look at me puppy, yeah? Shh hold my hand and take a breather.” She smiles. Takes his sweaty hand and aligns his palm to her mouth for a deep kiss – then squeezes it.

“Keep holding it baby, keep holding my hand, you’re going to be fine --- we – see us here,” she points between them with gleamy eyes and he nods timidly wiping his nose with his sweater paw, “we are fine baby –- we are okay..”

How could someone be this dreamy? This gentle and sweet? What did I do to deserve my lovie?

“Better?” She inquires. Little worried that he'll fall back into rabbit hole and tucks his head under her chin, keeping him warm against her chest and he clutches the hem of her shirt nuzzling into her.

“Did you really think, I’d leave you and that on our first year anniversary? Sorry to tell you .... ‘m stitched to your hip for life time, there’s no exchange policy puppy how much you grump.”

She grins. Happy to earn a feeble chuckle from him and scratches his head, looping his curls around her fingers.

“I love you.” She startles when he speaks hoarsely after the longest time and it’s not like he's saying it for the first –-- but it still doesn’t fail to engulf her in warmth, so much of it.

“I love you too, you’re my only puppy and very loved one.” His eyes crinkles prettily at that and she kisses the tip of his nose.

“You want to rest? We could eat the dinner you dearly made for me and oh we got moose cake in fridge too, what a coincidence!” She giggles. The room fills with wet treacly noises of smoochy kisses she’s patching on his cheeks and his jaw.

Without a word he holds her finger and leads her to kitchen, she creates proud noises of “ooh!” and “ahh!” trying to sneak a glimpse from over his shoulder but he'd shoo her away as he heats the food; she gets out gorgeous smiles from him she cherishes so much.

“You did all of this for me?” She gasps sweetly, hand over heart to accentuate the love she's feeling and walks towards him when he nods timidly rubbing his socks feetsies one over the other.

His cheeks blazes peach and she giggles pinching them, “You’re so cute aren’t you?”

“Okay then. Let’s eat!” she claps her hands together and pecks his lips before pulling her chair beside him rather than opposite to him and his heart flutters at that --- each pore oozing with deep love for her and every insecurity and anxious ideas completely drains out of him when she pats his seat and wiggles in her own --- anticipated to taste what he made.

“Hmm. This tastes so good, H! Your hands are really magical, huh?” She passes him a smirk pecking each of his knuckle to make him feel better about himself and his lips quirks up softly, “Thank you – d’ya w'na umm eat the moose here o'in bed?” Her face beams at that, him speaking more than two words and looking forward to spend the night with her.

“On bed, please –-- would you like tea? Think ‘m running out of if —- proper jello ....” She cleans the table and raises her brows when he gazes her adorningly as she’s the nymphs of stary oceans.

He shakes his head, nose twitchy as she nudges him teasingly and he takes her off-guard --- hugging her by waist and kisses her soft tummy.

“Nothing just love you bleedin’ much.”

..

[outrageousokona]

i’m having a sappy bones moment

What if, one day, Bones gets back to his quarters after the most exhausting, stressful day, only to find a stack of record tapes on his desk. As soon as he had made it in the door he had stopped trying to hold it together, the man was in shambles, and now there’s more work to do?? He’d take a minute to grumble and really try not to start crying, then go over to the desk to check out the tapes.

On the one from the top was a video recording of Sulu and Chekov, thanking him for everything he does for them when they get all scratched up on landing missions. They both told specific stories of when he really saved their asses, and how grateful they were. “We probably wouldn’t be here without you.”

He had smiled a bit, wondering if it was supposed to make him feel better about the extra work pinned on him before starting. He took the tape out and set it on the ledge behind him so he wouldn’t misplace it, then put the next tape in with a sigh.

The next one was more or less the same, though featuring Uhura and yeoman Rand. “You’re the only one who can keep the captain’s head above the water, doctor, and you’re the best one for the job.”

He was a little more taken aback by this. Was this whole stack just... thank you videos? After putting that tape behind him with the first one, he continued.

The next was the same. And the next, and the next. One from his own damn medbay, featuring nurse Chapel: “You may be CMO, but I can still give you orders to rest.” He hadn’t noticed he’d started to cry, only realizing when the tears were completely blocking his vision. Jim must’ve put more than a third of the crew up to this, he thought, stacking all the watched tapes up nicely again before moving on to the final one.

Although overjoyed, he didn’t feel deserving of the praise. He was a doctor, it was just his job! He was the one to fix others up, the one they could vent to. Sure, it got plenty stressful at times... but that’s what he signed up for, right?

The last tape was making him nervous. They seemed to be stacked in a specific pattern, but he hadn’t seen Jim or Spock yet.  Despite that, the last tape slid into place and his head went into his hands.

It was a view of the whole bridge, with everybody standing around Jim in his chair. Everyone had a word of encouragement to say, and by the end, everyone had but Jim and Spock- Spock spoke first.

“Doctor, you are undoubtedly the most essential member of this crew. A ship needs its captain, but a captain needs their doctor. You’re always looking after everyone else, always asking what’s on everyone’s minds, we realize you seldom get that treatment in return. We... I, sincerely hope our messages have gotten through to you.”

Bones was breathless. Praise, from Spock? He knew Spock respected him, but he wouldn’t expect him to say anything like that. Unprompted, that is. He rubbed his eyes with his sleeve as Jim started to talk.

“Bones, at this point it’ll sound boring and repetitive-”

“Not at all,” he whispered to himself. He didn’t know how much he needed this.

“But I’m saying it anyway. We love you. We appreciate you. We are so, so grateful we have you as our CMO, and as our friend. Please, Bones, get some rest. That’s an order. We love you.”

The video stayed paused on the last frame. Bones was looking down, head still in his hands, tears still rolling down his cheeks. A few silent minutes passed before the door opened, no preemptive chirp to ask for permission. In walked Jim, who came straight over to Bones and put his hand on his back. Bones didn’t look up.

“Thank you, Jim,” he said quietly. “You have no idea what that meant to me.”

“I’ve got a pretty good idea.”

There were a few beats filled with nothing but Bones’ shaky breathing.

“Bones, I’m, uh, not supposed to tell you this, so you can’t tell anyone you know, okay?”

Bones looked up, not saying anything.

“Spock planned all this, actually. He proposed the idea in the first place, organized everything, and had me go around and have everyone record their messages. But you didn’t hear that, and certainly not from me.” Jim smiled his sweet smile, but Bones couldn’t say anything. Spock did this? Why? That pointed eared devil had no reason.

“Spock did this?”

Jim nodded. “He said that a show of emotions would, ironically, be the most logical way to cheer you up.”

“Well, he was right, ‘n I hate admitting that. Thank him for me, will you? Since I didn’t hear any of that.”

Jim smiled, glad that the plan had worked exactly how they wanted it to. He and Spock knew Bones was going to keep the tapes safe and watch them whenever he needed a little boost. They knew Bones would never admit to the others that for once he was the one who needed help. “Of course.”

[starlitheaven]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 “𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩” 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 (𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲) ♡

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x gn!reader

Note: This is how I'd see him being with someone in the canon setting. I'll probably write another one soon that’s more idealistic. There’s also vague spoilers at the very end, so watch out for the red text beforehand! This man is a menace and I love him.

 Obviously, Satoru would like someone who has a good sense of humor and can laugh along with him (and at others). Although, he also would like someone he can also tease/pick on, just to see you squirm. He really likes that and it crosses over into your sex life too.

So he’d get a bit excited if he was with someone who had a slight degradation kink, as well as a brat. He likes to be mean sometimes, and through sex seems like a good outlet. (maybe I’ll talk about how he’d also enjoy subbing one day) 

If you two are going to see each other past a hookup or single date, he’d prefer if you were also a jujutsu sorcerer. While things wouldn’t be official between you two, he wouldn’t want to be with someone he has to worry about, as bad as that sounds. It’s not that he wouldn’t want to protect you and make sure you’re safe, but he wouldn’t stop himself from thinking of you as a burden. Maybe there’s a nicer word, but his mind immediately thinks that. Here, you aren’t a sorcerer.

 Loves pet names. He enjoys giving them, as well as receiving, yet he doesn’t expect that from you. He says them very exuberantly too (“sorry to keep you waiting, honey!”, “baby, are you gonna finish that icecream?” “you gonna cry, bunny?”).

As for PDA, he likes to hold your hand or have his arm around your shoulders just to show you off! Sometimes you think that he’s the one that needs to be shown off, but he does enough of that himself. He’s kind of a menace, but you get used to it and think it’s cute. 

 He likes to sneak kisses when you least expect them. Just little pecks on your cheek, corner of your lips, mouth, behind your ear, at your temple, and your neck. If he’s being especially annoying or mean, he’ll snicker at your scowl or pout. Then he’ll grab the sides of your face with his thumb and index finger, squeeze your face to briefly laugh at your funny expression, and then pull you into a kiss. 

Like everything else, he’s a good kisser. Might go into detail in another post, but he likes to cradle the back of your head with one hand no matter what. He knows the back of your neck hurts after a while of tilting up to kiss him since he’s tall, so he tries to minimize that and give you support.

Satoru probably wouldn’t introduce you to his students himself, but they would notice that he’s gone more often and declines some dinner plans they try to make. Yuuji suggests that he probably has a girlfriend, Nobara outright shuts that down and says there’s no way someone would date that guy, and Megumi stays thoughtfully silent until he decides they need to follow Gojo-sensei. Satoru lets this happen, but makes his students think he doesn’t notice them following you two around.

The students out themselves when Nobara gets a closer look at you and shouts how you’re too good-looking for “a guy like that!”. 

It’s sweet to you to see how obviously comfortable these kids are with Satoru, despite being their teacher (this is how you find out he’s a teacher but he doesn’t elaborate). You take the interruption to your date in stride and offer to treat the kids to the restaurant you were both heading to, which makes Satoru like you more. He uncharacteristically stays mostly quiet through the rest of the day, only to see how you interact with the kids. He really likes it if you get along with them. 

He’s very flighty, so he’d like someone who is autonomous and isn’t expecting much from him. Just because he isn’t always available for you, doesn’t mean he wants you to be hurting from that. He’d ideally like you two to lead separate lives where you don’t depend on him much.

He wouldn’t like someone who was completely nice and kind, even if he thought it might do him some good. He likes bite, and a little bit of selfishness. 

If you’re going on any type of date involving food, he never minds choosing the restaurant if you can’t decide. No matter who chooses where you’ll go to eat, he looks up any dessert places nearby that he might want to try and take you to. Dessert is always a must. You come to appreciate it and becomes a necessity thanks to him.

 If you’re cheerful, that’s definitely what drew him to you. He likes to have fun and not to take things too seriously, as his life has already had too much of that. 

So if you’re someone who doesn’t take things too seriously and likes to have fun, he may eventually feel comfortable enough with you to try new things. He bluntly tells you he’s good at anything he tries, are you okay with that? You don’t believe him until you two go to karaoke after dinner and he somehow sounds better than the original artist. He gets drunk a little too quickly and even then he still sounds amazing. 

[spoilers from here on if you’re an anime only] Honestly though, no matter how well you two get along and how much he likes you, I can’t see him fully committing to you or looking at things long term. At least not for a long while, and he’d want you to know it may never happen. You correctly guess that there’s someone else. You’re not accusatory or even prying too much, you just genuinely state it. He really appreciates you and finds your honesty and sincerity to be endearing, so he vaguely tells you that there was someone. 

You already don’t ask for much from him, aside from his company and as much honesty as he can give. He really doesn’t think there’s any reason for you to know, but he wants someone else to see Suguru through his eyes. Someone outside the jujutsu world. He doesn’t tell you exactly what happened, just that he’s gone. So instead he tells you what kind of person Suguru was. How he had good principles he didn’t understand at the time, how he was funny, his equal, mischevious, strong, and had the right intentions. He ends this with a simple: 

“He was my one and only.” He doesn’t bother adding best friend like he did with Yuuta, as that doesn’t quite cut it. Suguru wasn’t just his best friend, he really was his one and only. His one and only everything.

He tells you that he knows that he’ll never love anyone like that again. He doesn’t want to commit all of himself to anyone that isn’t Suguru. 

Satoru actually apologizes to you, no smiles and no jokes. He doesn’t seem too upset, at least not the way you’d be in his situation. Just solemn. He’s really unlike anyone you’ve met before. 

It’s completely up to you if you’d stay with him.

it’s a good thing you met Yuuji and he got along well with you. After Shibuya, he does what he can in his situation to make sure the message gets to you that you won’t be hearing from Satoru for a while. From your hotel resort across the world, you hang up the phone and realize Satoru didn’t book a last minute flight and trip for you on Halloween morning just because, as he had said. You hope he’s okay.