#thank u for these I had fun answering them 💗💗💗💗💗

[cashweasel]

It was hard to pick,,,,, so, fjskdjsksjs it’s so many (only sort of sorry,,ngl) 😂

5,17 for kiyazan

9,25 for daemon nd karima

8,15 for Gideon and valen loll

29 for all of em 💀

Once again I FORGOT ABOUT A BLORBO ASK but I literally had this in the drafts and everything and today I bring you answers FHRHDJKSSJ

Kiyazan:

5. How do they comfort each other when they are sad?

Yazan is a big actions guy so if something is bothering her he’d want to take care of it and fix it immediately also kiki loves cuddles and cuddles she shall receive fjskakdjdk will literally do anything to make it better,, holding her, talking about it, dancing it out, ordering her favorite takeout (yazan talking about it is a mix him being sincere and dissing the shit out of the person/situation and I kinda love it djdjskdjdk) leaving kiki’s part for you because I wanna know 😌💗

17. Their ways of expressing their love.

We talked about yazan putting up the shelves that kiara got that have been sitting around since forever and that pretty much what it’s about 😂 he just does things for her, or does things so she doesn’t have to. Pre relationship or pre living together yazan would just go around her house and fix anything that needed fixing fjdksidjdk,, also a big part of why he doesn’t mind doing the chores. To put it shortly acts of service and quality time!

Daemon and karima:

9. How open are they with their feelings?

I know why you’re asking this 😂💀 karima is…. Unfortunately still not the best at it at least in a serious vulnerable context and she bottles up a lot BUT she would sit down with him and be like “can I tell you something homie to homie 😔” and even then she tries to to keep it from getting too deep even when it comes to expressing love she’s not one to get Too sentimental but will let him know she cares about him. But this is mostly when they’re still in the beginning of their relationship (honestly it might take her 2+ years of being like that 💀) but I will say the first time she lets herself cry in front of him…………..

25. Share any headcanons about their relationship.

FHDKSJSKDJ ok so you know karima will just KO whenever wherever and her sleep is heavyyyyyy lol and I just think daemon doesn’t let her sleep in her makeup that’s all 😌 she’s knocked tf out snoring and all and he’s just 🥰 wiping her makeup off and doing her skincare for her

Valen and Gideon:

8. What are their most prominent memories of each other?

PLEASE 😭 valen’s is that he used to keep a pet rat as a kid, everybody refused to acknowledge it because it wasn’t actually a pet it was some rat he found lurking in their gardens and deemed it his bestie and would check up on it every day fssksjdjdj and when the rat died gideon was the one that buried and held a funeral for it 😔

Gideon’s most prominent memory has to be valen punching his dad in a room full of people loll bc not only was it incredibly humiliating and an act of love towards his bestie but it was also the first time anyone really stood up to this bully of a man and he just got wrecked by a teenager fjskaksjdj it was great seeing him hunched over w a bleeding nose until he made a comment about the company his son keeps and then it was both boys vs the guards trying to tear them off him fjdksksjskdn

15. Does their view of themselves differ from their partner’s view?

Sort of lol,, gideon struggles so much with his self image and thinks he’s broken and has nothing to offer or that letting ppl get to know him is essentially a burden on him and them so he just doesn’t make friends or meaningful relationships easily and valen over here just Fails to fathom it because to him gideon’s the most solid friend he’s ever had and literally nothing like all those things he says about himself and so he always makes it a point to let him know all the things he appreciates about him

Valen on the other hand thinks he’s the most interesting and amazing person anyone has the pleasure of knowing and that he’s worth it and because he’s set that expectation for himself any criticism from others or negative emotions from himself is shoved aside in favor of the facade and while gideon agrees he’s amazing and lowkey idolizes him lol he’s the only one actually capable of giving him a reality check that he’ll listen to and seeing him as just valen

All:

29. What are your favorite moments that happen between them?

WAAHHHH LMAO ok to be completely fair my fave kiyazan moment is them throwing up into the same toilet together and kiki tolerating the bugs yazan collects despite hating them bc if this isn’t love idk what is 😂

My favorite daemon karima moment is him kicking the ball in her face when they first met DJDKSKDJDJFN and also ceramics class

And my fave valengideon moment is them going into the city and buying some lame lizard which turned out to be a large dragon they tried hiding in a barn where hay and fire don’t mix very well SGDHFKSKDJDJ rip

[oc romance asks]

[wolfiesmoon]

A day to remember

Inumaki x gn!reader

this is a request!! thank u so much for requesting💗anyways time for jujutsu tech prom hehe😌 (lets pretend prom is a thing in japan and that there's actually enough students to do a cute thing like this lmaoo)

also since this is a prom fic, the second years are now third years and the first years are second years

@noomon one tag for uuuuu

The atmosphere was oddly lovey-dovey at Jujutsu Tech recently. Prom was just around the corner, so it wasn't exactly odd that spirits were high, but considering the usually grim faces that you see in the halls of the school, it does feel strange to see everyone so excited.

Then again, you suppose it is better to make the most of every day as a sorcerer and little joys like this are precisely what make all the death and injury worth it.

But, on the topic of prom... You don't know who to go with! You might just end up skipping out or going alone if you must (Gojo will probably force you to go). After all, prom isn't all about dancing with a guy and romantic stuff, it's about having fun with your friends and laughing at the memories you made as students of this school.

Or, well, for this kind of school, maybe some of the memories are better forgotten.

"Hey, senpai!" you heard a familiar voice behind you. It was Yuuji and Nobara! They often come to talk to you about random things so you aren't at all surprised to see them.

"Hello." you greet them, wondering what crazy story they'll tell you today.

"Do you already have a date for prom?" Yuuji and Nobara beamed.

"Do I- No, no I don't." that's the question you were expecting the least. Why are they asking you this anyways?

"Great." Nobara huffed, very satisfied with your answer. Yuuji seemed even more excited than before. You had little question marks floating above your head.

"Why are you happy about me being single? Are you two trying to tell me something?" your eyebrows furrowed slighly. But then again, Nobara and Yuuji are idiots (affectionately), so you don't think they're seriously trying to insult you.

"Oh, actually, it's because-"

Nobara slapped a hand over Yuuji's mouth before he could continue his sentence. "It's nothing, don't worry about it." she smiled at you, dragging Yuuji away and muttering something you couldn't quite catch.

Huh. How strange.

But now that you think about it, there is one person you'd really like to go to prom with.

.

The next day, Panda approaches you after class.

"Hey, you should like, totally follow after me right now. I have something to show you." Panda suggested cheerfully. And why not? Knowing Panda, he probably just has something funny or stupid to show you, which is always a pleasure.

As you followed him, a strange feeling started rising up inside you. You felt oddly fidgety and excited. Maybe it was the whole prom thing. I mean, with the strange conversation you had with the second years just yesterday is it that much of a stretch to assume that you're about to get confessed to via a prom invitation?

Nah, you shouldn't get ahead of yourself. If anything, Panda's going to let you in on someone else's promposal plan so you can help them out. Not that that's a bad thing, you just really get your hopes up sometimes.

You were being lead down a dimly lit hallway in one of the more secluded areas of the school. There was even candles here and there, to set the mood, you assume. Wow, this is really a last minute invitation. They're asking you to help out at the last possible moment, huh?

You soon found yourself in front of a group of students, all lined up to make a little walkway for you and Panda. Panda stops right at the end of the line, motioning for you to continue walking. All the other third years lined up were smiling knowingly at you. What in the world is going on?

You walked down the line of students a bit hesitantly, taking the flowers each of them handed you along the way. Oh wow, this is impressive. And also definitely means that this promposal is meant for you. You can feel your heart start beating faster with excitement when taking each rose into your hands.

Who orchestrated a confession so grand? Please be him...

Nobara handed you a rose when you walked by her, smiling proudly at you. Now the question from yesterday makes perfect sense.

At the end of the line of students, you saw a few of your classmates holding up signs that said "I know I'm not a man of many words, but I really need you to kelp me out here. It's almost prom night and you're still not together with me (which is criminal in my opinion). This isn't just a prom invitation, by the way. Will you go out with me tunaight?"

There's only one person that could have written those signs. Not just because of the familiar handwriting, but also because of the words he chose. And sure enough, Inumaki Toge was proudly holding up the middle sign, looking at you.

You clutched the makeshift boquet of roses in your hand. It was him after all.

In all three years of your schooling at JJT, you've found Inumaki Toge to be especially charming. You had a bit of trouble talking to him at first, but you quickly got along after you bridged the whole "onigiri ingredient" gap. Honestly, you don't know how long it's been since you felt... a special way about him.

It took you a while to realise, but you definitely like him. More than a friend.

And knowing it's mutual...

He looked at you with such hope in his eyes that it made you want to hug him and kiss him all over. And so you did.

The sign he was holding fell to the ground as you embraced him tightly and he immediately hugged you back, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to him. As if that is the place where you belong.

"Yes, yes, I'll go to prom with you!" you yelled happily, leading everyone around you to cheer. You didn't really notice it because you were busy kissing Inumaki's cheeks, but all the other third years looked satisfied, knowing their ship has sailed at long last.

"But bad onigiri ingredient puns, really? I'm feeling the second hand embarrasment real hard right now." your face scrunched up slightly, cringing.

He simply giggled quietly in response, squeezing you again.

You can't deny, that is so him.

[httpiastri]

first of all CONGRATS ON 3K!! 💗😫 I've loved your Pepe work and I'm so checking out your other works 😭💗

saw the 3k celly and I couldn't resist myself 👉👈

how do we feel about a small Pepe blurb with the touch starved prompt: "one just casually sitting down on the other's lap and they start internally freaking the hell out" ??

furthermore,, could it be the reader being the one that is touch starved and Pepe just casually grabs em and sits them on his lap and is the reader the one freaking out?? 🤭

🍈 – send me a driver and a prompt from this list of hugging prompts, these touch starved prompts, or these kiss prompts, and i will write a short blurb for you!!

author's note: thank you so much!! and im glad you like them aaa 🥺 i loved this idea !!!! but lol i thought a blurb was 500 words, not 100-200. still doesnt explain why this is 1.2k. �� i had time over on my flight so this (and the paul "blurb" ive got scheduled for later) was the result. hope u enjoy :)

3k celly !!

(college!)pepe marti x reader

there are a lot of fun ways to spend a free saturday evening.

but being squeezed into a room with a bunch of drunk students, with music so loud you can barely think? not one of them.

you had been about to refuse your friend's suggestion to tag along, as you always do, before she had uttered the magic words. pepe will be there.

you were already planning outfits in your mind when the words left her mouth, suddenly feeling like no piece of clothing you own is enough to impress him. how could any piece of clothing ever be good enough for someone like him?

disappointment, though no surprise, fills you when your friend leaves you the second you enter the apartment of some guy in her physics class, to search for that other guy she's been crushing on for weeks now. so, here you are, in the living room belonging to some student you don't know, being pushed around by students you also don't know, with some song that you've never heard blasting from the speakers.

thankfully, even in a crowded apartment like this one, it isn't hard to find pepe. the sound of his sweet, intoxicating laughter can be heard from miles away.

he's sitting on a couch in the corner of the room, red solo cup in one hand and phone in the other. he's showing something on his phone to his best friend christian who's sitting next to him, his giggles sending a wave of relief through your body.

pepe's eyes light up when they meet yours, a sliver of surprise in his smile as you make your way over to him. he says your name like it's what he was made to do, like no other words have ever fallen from his lips. "i almost didn't believe your friend when she told me you'd join her tonight," he tells you. "i'm surprised."

"i'm full of surprises," you answer, tilting your head to the side slightly.

"of course you are. like that dress, very surprising." that statement isn't very surprising in itself; your friend, ever the fashionista, noticed your stress over your choice of outfit for the night instantly, lending you one of her favorite dresses with the words you'll look adorable, he won't be able to stay away. but the fact that pepe has noticed you enough to at least in some way collect an idea of the types of clothes you would and wouldn't wear is surprising to send a shiver down your spine. "you look great."

you can't control the redness that threatens to spread across your cheeks at that, but your gaze shifts to the ground to at least lessen some of your flusteredness. pepe doesn't miss the gentle smile that makes its way onto your lips, though. christian understands this as his cue to leave, jumping out of his seat and bolting away in just a second. pepe taps the now free spot on the couch, and you slip down next to him without another thought.

"did you get to the kitchen already?" he asks, gaze burning into the side of your face as you pretend like fixing the hem of your dress is something you actually need to do and not just a way to occupy yourself. "or do you want me to go get you something to drink?"

you shake your head, eyes flickering over to him again. "i'm alright for now, but thank you."

he nods over his cup, bringing it up to his lips to take a sip. the action has the muscles of his arm contracting and… has he always been this muscular, or is it just the light of the apartment? either way, he makes it look so casual – he probably doesn't know he's the object of your current mental assessment – as if the feeling of his jeans against your bare knee isn't distracting enough. "i'm glad you came," he says after he's lowered the cup. "the party was bound to be boring without you."

there it is again; that relief you felt earlier. a sliver of a confirmation that this thing that's been going on between you two these last few weeks isn't just one-sided. unless he's just toying with you, as you've heard certain men like to do, which doesn't exactly help soothe your worries.

but pepe isn't like that, you have to remind yourself. that's one of the reasons you fell for him in the first place; he's gentle in a way you can't credit a lot of men to being, like a mild breeze instead of a full-blown storm.

someone turns the music up even more, something you would've assumed was impossible a minute ago, as if to say you're thinking too much. fewer thoughts, please.

you take a deep breath, eyes meeting his. "i'm glad you're here, too."

"what?"

you let out a short laugh at the way his face contorts as he tries to hear what you're saying over the loud music. "i said," you start, voice growing louder. "i'm glad you're here, too."

pepe nods, though you're not sure if he actually understood or if he's just faking it, before saying something you have no chance of catching. you raise your eyebrows, tilting your head slightly and jokingly bringing a hand up to the back of your ear to hear him better. you did not expect him to lean forward, nor the warm huff of air that meets your ear when he speaks into it. "it's a little too loud, isn't it?"

you nod when he leans back to look at you, the corners of your lips tugging upward at the sight of his own smile. you shrug, trying to figure out a way to solve the issue; you came here to talk to him, not to just sit next to him all quietly because you can't hear each other. you gaze around the apartment, only to find a pair of speakers placed in about every corner of it, which brings back that disappointing feeling from when your friend left you just minutes ago.

but pepe has other plans. before you can interject, his hands find your hips and lift you up to straddle his thighs sideways. it's a swift motion, and he makes it seem like you weigh about five grams, leaving you pretty completely speechless. "i figured we'd hear each other better like this," he says, one hand reaching over to grab his cup again from where he must've placed it on a table nearby just moments ago, while his other hand stays planted on your hip. when you don't say anything, his eyes rake over your face, a hint of guilt in his expression. "sorry, is this okay?"

you take a deep breath, pushing the butterflies in your stomach away for just a moment and gathering the courage to nod. "yeah," you say, trying to sound as convincing as possible. "i just… wasn't expecting that."

the chuckle he lets out vibrates through your body, too. "well, get used to it." that damn smile of his appears again, the one you just can't stop yourself from mimicking. "i like having you close."

as his hand slips past your hip and around your waist, you allow yourself to lean into him a little, impressed by the way you find yourself enjoying your new seat very much.

impressed by the way it feels like this seat was made just for you.

[campbyler]

i really admire how u stand up for urselves with the release dates and headcanons and shit. so many people think they can walk all over writers who are putting in so much work for them

thank you for saying this! i will say that we have received far more support than we have anything to the contrary, and we certainly haven't handled every situation that's fallen into our laps completely perfectly, but i do think there has been some mind boggling behavior we've been presented with and it's not something we were really anticipating having to react to. i'm beating a dead horse at this point, but we never imagined just how much attention this fic would get, and while it is so cool and fun and rewarding 99% of the time, there is that 1% that is unfortunately very loud sometimes. suni and i are sensitive people at best, and while we are good at ignoring when things get too rowdy, there are times that we have to put our foot down -- namely, when people are a) trying to stake a claim in ownership over this universe and dictate things about characters they had no hand in developing and b) putting us on a pedestal and turning our relationship with our readers into something corporate (not the band). to be dogpiled on after disagreeing with a headcanon (that was phrased as a question, mind you, and became a big deal when they didn't get the answer they wanted) or sent rude asks because life is making it hard to get an upload out are things that we think are hostile in a way that we haven't been. which again, is not to say we are perfect -- we get sassy, we can be really reactive -- but we both definitely believe in matching energy, and when things escalate we will rise to it. lol. we are so glad that we have this community of people who share the same passion for this universe that we do, and even more glad that the majority of that community is so respectful of us and our choices and give us space to be human, whether that mean standing up for ourselves or taking 6 months between uploads. it's been so reassuring to know that the work we put into this fic and this universe is not transactional 💗

[everyonewooeverywhere]

I saw drabbles were open and I am here to be a menace to society~

Typical evening in the WooJoongJong (idk sis if u got a better name I'm all ears 😭) dorm? Maybe them arguing over dinner and gn!9th member MC platonically getting in on the chaos?

I just love those three platonically sm, genuinely wanna be besties they seem like a riot

ok ok i had a lot of fun writing this 😭 do i know what the fuck is going on?? no, but at least it was enjoyable

thank you for the ask, love 💗💗 this was a blast to write

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If you were being honest, quiet was a rare occurrence in the dorms. With the sheer number of people, it was almost impossible that you would find a moment of complete silence in your day in the dorms. 

Tonight, though, it seemed like that might happen. You and Jongho slurped away at the dinner you had so graciously cooked for the two of you (it was payment for him killing the roach you had found in the bathroom only two days prior). No words were exchanged. He silently scrolled on his phone while you skimmed through the book you were trying to read. It was incredibly boring, but somehow you didn’t mind. It was peaceful. 

You were excited to hopefully enjoy a nice and peaceful night. It was the start of a night you could only dream of.

But when Hongjoong burst out of the bedroom, your dreams instantly shattered. Wooyoung trailed behind him. Both looked unsettled. Joong was clearly upset, and Wooyoung looked like he had gotten the first glimpse of that. You could only assume you and the man seated across from you were going to receive the next moments of his rage.

Jongho, clearly unbothered, had yet to look up from his phone. 

“Alright!” Hongjoong started. You waited in anticipation, but Jongho only glanced up at the man, “Who broke the lamp?”

“What lamp?” Jongho inquired. 

Hongjoong scoffed, “What lamp?” he mocked, voice pitched higher than usual. “We only have one fucking lamp. And it’s broken. So…who broke it?”

You and Jongho glanced at each other. Clearly thinking the same thing. You both turned to him, “Wooyoung.”

“Ok fuck you guys,” the aforementioned man piped up from behind Hongjoong, “You both know I didn’t break it. It was that stupid rabbit Y/n brought home last week.”

You gawked at him, “Snitch.”

“Rabbit!?” Hongjoong was clearly thrown off by the presence of the little critter you had acquired.

“Yeah Y/n bought a rabbit, and they’ve been keeping it under your bed,” Jongho finally put his phone down, “I’m honestly surprised you haven’t noticed.” 

You shook your head, so called friends. They had promised they wouldn’t tell, but you, too, honestly were pretty surprised Joong had yet to notice the newly acquired animal. She wasn’t quiet, at all, and she shed profusely. Maybe he had thought the hair was one of your guys’.

“Why the fuck did you get a rabbit? What happened to ‘no pets’?”

Shrugging, you answered him, “She was really cute. I couldn’t help it! And it’s only temporary! My parents are coming to get her next month when they visit Seoul. I honestly didn’t think it would matter since she’s in a cage when you're here.”

“So you were purposely hiding it from me?”

“Her. I was specifically hiding her from you. Because I knew you’d freak out.”

You saw the door behind him open, and behind him emerged Jongho (who you didn’t notice had gotten up from the table). He had the rabbit in his arms. 

He showed her to Hongjoong. “She’s honestly pretty cute.” Jongho said, pushing the rabbit into your friend’s arms.

You, in real time, watched him melt at the sight of the little white bunny. 

“Ok, yeah she is kinda cute.”

You laughed at him.

“But the lamp is still broken.”

You waved a dismissive hand, “We can just buy a new one.”

Joong glared at you, “No, you can by a new one. And I’m keeping the rabbit.”

“What!? No the fuck your not!”

He shrugged and retreated into the bedroom with your daughter in his arms.

[seiwas]

who would you ship ur moots with?!!

hi nonie! 🥺 thanks for dropping by!! oh gosh this is a tough one!!! (i have a lot of moots too 😭) let me go through the list!! (it got really long sorry omg)

@andypantsx3: ANDY AND SHOUTO ANDY AND SHOUTO i will shout it at the top of my LUNGS!!! 🥹

@augustinewrites: gojo but i think megumi would be so cute with augustine too 🥺 atsumu or iwa as well!! depending on the mood 🥺

@avatarofstars: mimi and satoru cute cute!!!! 🥺

@bluebird-in-the-breeze: i think shouto and birdie would be so cute ngl 😭 but izuku and birdie would be inevitable, yknow?

@c4ssiopeias: i think of bakugo when i see nova but i also think nanami would be so sweet 🥺

@crysugu: DILTO DILTO DILTO (i'm joking) of course it is none other than 24/7 boyfriend suguru 🥹 (kita now recently too 🥹) (atsumu formerly. maybe in another universe.)

@culturity: idk who blade is but kady loves em so i will love them for kady too 🫶🏻🥺 (if i had to pick from jjk based off just vibes tho... i think... kady would be so cute with yuuji 🥺)

@em1e: emmie would be so cute with suguru PLS 😭 i love the way they write him sm (this is also completely random but kenMA?????)

@firein-thesky: crying bc i associate cielo with hawks so much but also there is satoru but deep down in my heart i think cielo'd be so cute with megumi 🥺😭

@fushisagi: one of my fave tsumu fics is written by ci 😭 so ofc it's tsumu!! 🥹

@gardenofnoah: oh i would love to see bea with nanami 🥺 (but bea's bakugo is also so incredibly soft, kiri feels cute too 🥺)

@getoluver: suguru with angie ofc 🥺 they would be the softest, cutest, purest love ever 🥺

@grim-gril: ofc for riri there is satoru but i'm also feeling major yuuta vibes AND IDK WHY 😭

@hyomagiri: oh ellie would be so cute with satoru or tsumu 😭 i think the energies would match like crazy!!

@itadorey: i think suguru and inez would be so cute 🥺 (tbh tho can u rlly get suguru without satoru...)

@izukusloves: i always think of izuku when i see kc 🥺

@kedsandtubesocks: oh erika and satoru would be so cute, so playful, would make me feel so single... 🥺 but also... nanami and erika... mmm it is doing smth... giving a warm home, domesticity, love 🥺

@kentoangel: of course it is none other than mr. nanami kento. of course it is. choso is close but (for now) mr. kento wins 🥺💗 (such an attractive couple mhm)

@kissxcore: satoru def but also kuroo??!? or oikawa... also iwa... maybe the entire seijoh4???!!? bring me with you alexis 🤧

@konigbabe: moni and satoru 🥺 would be so adorable i think!

@mididoodles: is it weird to say i ship midi with their irl partner... UGH the recent doodles midi made of them were so cute 🥺 they are so cute 🥺

@mimiriko: miriko and suguru would be cute 🥺 but i think shoko would be hot too omg i saw miriko talking abt her recently...

@mintmatcha: either aizawa, nanami, or makki/mattsun for mint omg 😭 (i think makki/mattsun humour would be so fun with mint tho 😭)

@mitsies: ofc it's satoru 😭 but also.... yuuta is looking very MMMM 😳

@naosaki: gojo but also i like the idea of art with yuuji??? omg i think it'd be so cute 😭

@noosayog: i don't talk abt bllk much but i think isagi and noos omg.... yes.... and since noos also loves tobio i can't help but support!! 🫶🏻 but isagi... omg

@pastelle-rabbit: this should not be a question. IT IS MIRAKEI. it is only mirakei forever and ever. keigo and amira keigo and amira forever and ever 🫶🏻

@prettyiwa: ix is my favourite iwa writer so 😭 it would be a disgrace if i didn't say iwa 🥺

@princess-okkotsu: is this even a QUESTION. IT'S YUUTA OFC. it has to be. it's the only answer actually. (sometimes megumi too tho... 😭)

@saetoru: literally not even a question 😭 it's gojo sa(e)toru 😭 tee knows and loves him in a way i could never

@satoruhour: either satoru or suguru for t!! i think their energies match & the banter would be so so fun 🥹

@selarina: ngl sunarin bc he's rina's icon 😭 bUT ALSO i think rina and megumi would be so cute 🥹

@seravphs: gojo is an obv one but i think it'd be cool to see sera w college!megumi 😳 (also wanna see sera w atsumu lowkey... college!shouto would be cute too 😭)

@shdous: satoru but also... lately i've been thinking nanami for ej too 🥹

@saintsugu: ezra and sugu!! ezra and sugu!! 🥺

@soumies: megumi megumi megumi PLS 😭 so so cute (nanami and osamu too in another universe but. MEGUMI) i think he and soph would be so cute together fr 🥺 THE perfect bf.

@stellamancer: deep down its bakugo (hihi 🤭) but unfortunately That Man (gojo) wins for now 🤧

@strawberrystepmom: is this even a QUESTION!!! satoken ftw 🥺 satoru and kendall are so so cute!!

@suashii: sunarin 🥺 but also!! sua's bakugo is so soft!! and i also see suguru 🥺

@threadbaresweater: the way i am fully obsessed with lin and nanami oh god 🥺 there would be so much love and warmth and just home in them i think 🥺

@todorosie: i support the sorin shouto ship 🥹 but also smth about sorin and nanami feels just so!! so!! romantic aaaah

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat: ari and i will die on the satoru hill. we will protect that man with our whole BEINGS. pls. no one gets him like ari 😭

@ufo-ikawa: um. OIKAWA OF COURSE?? ari and i are already planning double dates bc it's impossible to get one without the other 🤧 (in another universe we go for the miya twins unfortunately)

@utahimeow: gojo but also kuroo and TBH TOBIO TOO 😭😭😭 and kenma... and... maybe the entire hq... omg char i can't pick...

@vagabond-umlaut: sukuna feels like a cool match!! ✨

@willowser: is this even a question. OF COURSE it's bakugo. OF COURSE it is. every time willow posts rbs/posts him i get SO GIDDY. i love the way willow loves him 🥺

[blakelysco-pilot]

oooh chickie!! I’d love to see 4 & 11 with Val & Ev and 17 & 21 with Rosie & Jo for the “in love and scared to lose you” prompts! 🥰

Chickie these were a lot of fun, thanks for picking them! So sorry for the wait, I hope you love it! 😘

Prompts from this list; ask box is open and so are requests.

More of our favorites under the cut 💗

Ev & Val

4. "i feel stupid, why do u make me grin like a spineless fool whenever i am around you?"

11. a soothing, and tender "come here, sweetheart

The sound of the band playing filled the Officers Club, the men’s voices carrying over the music as they crowded around the bar and various tables. Those who had been gone for so long, finally home where they belonged. Thorpe Abbotts had never been so crowded, and yet, Val had never loved it more. Standing with a group of their friends, she was tucked under Curt’s arm, the two catching up on everything he had missed while he was held POW, the two years seeming endless while they were happening, but now, it was as if no time had passed. Friends till the very end, Curt had swore when they were teenagers- she’d be hard pressed to let him ever forget it.

“So, gal, tell me,” he started, lifting the rocks glass to his lips, taking a generous sip of whiskey. “Is Blakely coming home with us?”

“You make it sound like we’re a throuple,” she rolled her eyes. “But to answer your question, yes. He’s coming back to New York. At least for now.”

“For now?”

“Well, his family is in Seattle Curt….”

“Walla Walla ain’t got nothing for him but his Ma, and he knows that.”

“Well his mother is going to want to see him, same as yours wants to see you.” Val rolled her eyes, polishing off the last of her drink.

“He’s gonna wanna stay with you back home, mark my words.”

“There he goes again, Curt Biddick, psychiatrist.”

“You said not to do that anymore.” He grinned widely, blue eyes shining with mischief.

“I did, now stop, it’s gross.”

“What’s gross is the goo goo eyes Blakely’s making at ya while pretending to listen to DeMarco.”

She turned on her heel, eyes searching the crowded club until she found Everett’s big hazel eyes staring back at her. He was smiling lazily, whiskey glass hanging from his grasp, cigarette nestled between his middle and pointer finger. Benny DeMarco was going on about something, Meatball sitting dutifully at his owner's feet, but Everett’s eyes were on her. Turning back to the bar, she leaned forward to order another drink, when one was placed in front of her with no pretense. Expecting to see Curt to her right, she was surprised to find the spot empty, only Mike the bartender standing in front of her.

“From Major Blakely.” He nodded his head down the other end of the bar, where Everett was still watching her.

“Thanks Mike,” she grinned, taking a sip as if to make sure it was right. “Perfect as always.”

“You always say that Val.”

“And I always mean it.” She departed with a wink, intending on thanking her man for the sweet gesture.

Mindful of the drink in her hand, she crossed the room, pushing through the bodies packed in around her, until finally she reached Everett, who was still trying to give DeMarco some of his attention.

“Benny,” she placed a hand on his back to catch his attention. The way his shoulder blades seemed more pronounced was not lost on her. “Mind if I join you boys?”

“Cugine!” He crowed, throwing an arm over her shoulder. “We were just talking about you!”

Her eyebrow raised as if to ask what about, when Everett seemed to realize he had in fact missed an entire conversation about his girlfriend because he was too busy staring at her from across the room.

“I’m almost afraid to ask, Ben…”

“I was telling Blakely all about your secret letters in code.”

“I didn’t write letters in code, stunad…”

“Anyway,” Benny waved his hand as if to clear the air. “Looks like you want a minute, so I’m going to take this fella for a walk. C’mon Meatball!”

Once Benny was out of earshot, Ev had her in his arms, lips pressed to her ear so only she could hear him. She was shivering before he even said a word, the warm breath fanning over her cheek as she waited for him to do something. Anything.

“Everett…”

“I feel stupid,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “So, so stupid… like a fool in love.”

“Honey?”

“Why do you make me grin like a spineless fool whenever I’m around you?”

“Oh…”

“You,” he wrapped his arm around her tighter, until she was flush against his body. “Have all this power over me, did you know that?”

“I think you’ll find that you’re the one with all the power, Major.” She blinked up at him, lashes fluttering against her cheek

“Are we back to formalities?” He looked down at her, his left hand coming up to take the glass from her right hand, and carefully place it on the bar.

“Depends…”

“On what?”

“On whether you’re going to use some of that power or not.”

“Jesus…” he groaned, pressing his face into the soft curve of her neck, teeth grazing her pulse with enough force to leave her breathless.

He turned her in his arms, her back now pressed to his front, and guided her through the crowd in the club, towards the dance floor. To her, it was like the first time, every time. Being in his arms, safe, protected and loved, was Val’s favorite place.

John Brady, who had decided to jump in with the band for old times sake, clocked the two of them and mumbled something quick to the conductor, giving Everett a thumbs up before going back to his sheet music. As the music slowed, Val found herself being swayed gently, secure in her man’s arms.

“You all caught up with Curt?”

“Oh, hardly,” she giggled. “Mostly talked about going home.”

“I have a feeling we’ll be there sooner than we think.”

“Yea?”

“Absolutely, things are looking up.”

“Are you…are you excited to go home?”

“With you,” he grinned, and pressed his nose to hers. “Absolutely I am.”

“Well, what about your home?”

“I mean, we can take a trip out to visit, but there's nothing left in Walla Walla for me, honey.”

“Oh…”

“There’s some things of mine in the house I’d like, but otherwise, my life is with you now. Ma knows that.”

“I don’t…”

“Don’t what?”

“I don’t want her to think I’m taking her son away.”

“Come here, sweetheart,” he tugged her closer, the hand on her waist sliding up her back. “I promise she doesn’t think that.

“She doesn’t?”

“She wants to come see us in New York as soon as we get back. She wants to meet you, and your Ma. Wants to see everyone and everything.”

“My mother is pretty keen on meeting yours too.”

“Her last letter said, and I quote ‘Everett Ernest, if I get there and she isn’t wearing a ring, god help you’.”

“She did not!”

“She can’t wait to meet her daughter in-law.” He grinned, pinching her chin softly.

“She’s always been sweet in her letters to me.”

“Cause she already loves you,” he soothed her, his hand coming up to rest on her neck, thumb grazing over her cheek. “Sweetheart, it’s hard not to love you. You’re something amazing.”

“Ev…”

“We’re going home soon. I promise, we’re going home soon.”

Rosie & Jo

17. "you.. you're a dream."

21. a sigh of release when they're finally in your arms like they longed for it all day !!!!!

Jo had just gotten baby Crosby to settle. After an hour of Jean rocking him, Jo had taken over to give her friend a break, the exhaustion on her face bordering on frustration and sadness, at her son’s feeble cries. Shushing him softly, Jo placed him in his bassinet before flicking on the small night light that Mrs. Rosenthal had gifted the baby, tiptoed out of the room, leaving the door open a crack, and made her way back downstairs to join Jean. She found her friend on the sofa, two cocktails in front of her on the coffee table, and the radio playing softly.

“Rough day?” Jo joked, coming to sit beside her.

“He’s his father’s son alright…” Jean huffed out a deep breath.

“Fussy?”

“He’s particular,” Jean rolled her eyes, passing one of the glasses to Jo. “Thank you for helping with putting him down, I thought my arms were going to fall off.”

“Oh, stop that, I’m happy to help for as long as you need it, I love that little boy.”

“He loves his Aunt Jo too.”

The pair remained on the sofa for some time, leisurely sipping their drinks and humming along to the radio. Time passed comfortably for them, and when Jo suggested a snack, Jean’s eyes lit up because she knew exactly what Jo was going into the kitchen to get. Mrs. Harris’ famed chocolate chip cookies. Standing from the couch, Jo made her way into the kitchen just as someone knocked on the front door.

“Just bring the tupperware, Jo!” Jean called out to her. “I’ll get the door.”

“It’s probably that grouch from next door,” Jo mumbled as she wandered into the kitchen. “She can’t stand the baby crying and now she’s come to tell you to quiet him down.”

Pulling open the ice box, Jo retrieved the tupperware of cookies from her mother. She couldn't hear Jean talking to anyone, and quickly made her way back towards the front of the house to find out what was going on.

“Jean? Who’s at the door?”

“Jo… put those down and come here.” Her friend’s voice was muffled from the foyer, and so she quickly dropped the cookies on the coffee table to join her.

“You sound like you’ve seen a ghost,” Jo turned to join her at the door. “Who’s here…oh!”

She knew this boy. Knew his curls, blue eyes, and bright smile. But it couldn’t be; not her Robbie, looking the same but older somehow and standing at their door. Behind him, she could see Harry Crosby in that same pressed uniform as when he came home on that four week leave all those months ago, giving her a gentle wave.

“Hi, honey pie…”

“Robbie!” Jo gasped, hand coming to cover her mouth, eyes filling with tears. Rosie smiled, taking a slight step forward to capture her free hand in his.

“I’m home, sweetheart.”

She was in his arms in a flash, nose buried against his neck, arms wrapped around him tightly. Years of missing him, days spent trying to occupy her mind, nights curled under the blankets worrying while staving off tears, now over. He was home, and he was holding her the way she had longed to be held since the day she said goodbye to him on the platform of Grand Central. The scratch of his uniform against her cheek felt the same, his hands burning hot through her blouse and he tugged her infinitely closer on the doorstep. She hadn’t realized that she was crying until she heard Rosie’s quiet soothing, his hand rubbing up and down between her shoulder blades as big, fat crocodile tears splashed from her eyes to his shoulder, her quiet sobs (she hoped) muffled by his body.

“Are you… you’re a dream…”

“Not a dream, honey,” he huffed out a laugh. “I’m very real.”

“I’m sorry, I just… I can’t believe you’re finally home!”

“We’ve been wishing for this haven’t we,” he murmured lowly, pressing his lips softly into her hair. “Wishing for it all to be over.”

“It’s really over,” she sighed in relief, Rosie gingerly pulling her face from where she was hiding so that he could see her clearly. “Oh, I’m a mess, Robbie, no.”

“You’re beautiful, my sweet girl.” He beamed, thumb and index finger cradling her chin.

Neither of them had noticed Harry and Jean slipping back into the house, or that they were now alone in the foyer of the Crosby home, but it wasn’t something either cared to remedy at that moment. Love letters had brought them to this moment, and now there was nothing blocking the way for them. They had survived quite possibly the most difficult part of their relationship- the part that wasn’t much of a relationship, but a sweet courtship leading them to the good stuff.

“I have missed you, something terrible…” Rosie sighed, arms still wrapped around her, yet holding her at a distance so he could take all of her in.

“Just…” With a deep sigh, she fell back into his arms, holding him as tight as possible. Her head resting against his shoulder, fingers gently carding through the curls at the base of his neck, safe and content. “Hold me a little longer, please.”

“Honey pie, I’m never letting go.” He grinned, nose buried in her dark curls. “Never ever.”

[yenqa]

fairy of shampoo

sypnosis : sunoo sees you in a shampoo ad and thinks way more romantically of you then he should. luckily niki is there to help him.

warnings : none? i don’t think

wc : approx. 0.57k

pairing : sunoo x gn!reader

a/n : ok this is kind of random but like why does everyone comment on how sunoo is pretty but no one talks about how fine he is?? like that man is so fine bro. anyways enjoy!

“sunoo have you seen my shampoo ad? i’m so excited it’s my first ad ever!” your voice comes out of the phone, sunoo jumps at the sound, turning the volume down.

“not yet y/n, let me search it up right now, and i’ll give you a live reaction, okay?”

“okay! don’t make fun of me though” he could hear your furrowed brows through the call.

“don’t worry, i won’t” he hears your sigh of relief, as he spots your face on an ad. he taps on the screen enlarging the video.

“okay i found it! now shush.”

the ad itself was pretty silly, you dressed as a fairy, blessing people with unhealthy hair with the shampoo you were advertising! it wasn’t much but sunoo watches your ad in awe, when did you get so pretty? weren’t you that awkward person in middle school just yesterday? and why were you such a cute fairy?

“what did ya think?” your excited voice comes out of his speaker again, “do i look cool as a fairy or what?”

“y-yeah you look pretty cool y/n,” he silently curses at himself for stuttering, you’ve known them for years! don’t be weird now!

“see i knew i looked super oh-! my managers calling sun, i’ll call you later okay?”

“oh- okay, byee!” he tries to mimic his usual voice. he ends the call as quickly as possible, not wanting to make a bigger fool of himself than he already has. turns out, niki had already been set on that mission.

“hyung what was that?” niki gives him a teasing smile.

sunoo acts oblivious to the situation, “what was what?”

“your awkwardness! also i see the pink in your cheeks after watching her ad, don’t even lie.”

“i do not have pink-“

niki gasps,“oh my gosh, do you have a crush on y/n?”

sunoo stays silent, confirming nikis suspicions.

“i knew it! i knew someone had to have feelings between the two of you, you literally act like an old married couple!”

sunoo gives him a dirty look, turning back to his phone, “we don’t act like a married couple,” he assures himself, scrolling on whatever app he has.

“yeah right, you should totally ask them on a date sometime!” sunoo rolls his eyes at the suggestion, quickly firing back, “you think i can? netizens are crazy these days, especially with our group.”

“but you want to go on a date with them,” niki smirks at his new information.

“okay but that’s not the point.”

“you didn’t deny it!” niki points at sunoo, (not so) secretly grabbing his phone in the process.

“stop- what are you doing?” sunoo exclaims, as he tries to get a hold of his phone, but he didn’t want to get out of his spot, and neither did his legs.

“asking them for you! because you’re such a coward.” niki smirks again, typing away on his phone. niki presses the last button harder than the others, proudly giving his phone back to sunoo.

“they won’t answer, their manager called them niki!” sunoo complains, reading over the text.

‘y/nnnn do you wanna go on a date with me to the new art museum this weekend? i heard it’s pretty cool 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️’

sunoo almost looks at the text in disgust. niki typed almost identically to how he would text.

soon your typing bubble pops up, sunoo almost throws his phone in anticipation, sunoo and niki both move their faces closer to the phone. when the familiar gray text pops up niki almost screams in excitement.

‘sure! just tell me when 💗’

thank u sm for reading! all notes are appreciated have a great day babe!

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.

[soleilnomoon]

Hi again! Still absolutely adore your Kid fic from your last event 💜 Never got around to asking for a Sanji one, so here I am again😅 But seriously, congrats on over 550 followers!! Love seeing your blog grow, cause you’re really talented and deserve them all and legit can’t wait til you hit 1k+ 🥰

For the event order, may I please ask for a #1 with my boi Sanji, with anmitsu, konpeito, and keylime pie and with honey, please? 🥹 i hate this but need some sanji angst 😭

I also dunno if these three would work particularly well together for a prompt, so you can choose whatever! just really feeling angst and sanji rn and maybe comfort if you’d like 🥰

Thank you for all your works you’ve done so far 💜💜

hiiii omg haha i loved that fic fr (i'm obsessed w that man!!!) also ily for requesting sanji i don't write him nearly enough 🥰️ but thank you sm!! 😭 making me all soft and i am so so sorry this took forever, as u know i am so slow but!!! i had fun tormenting sanji w the angst ngl 💓💓💓💓 also those were great choices for the prompt, i wanted to write more but it would've been 8k words before i finished and who has time for that (i do, but listen... that's besides the point) ✨

2k words, fem reader (honestly gn too now that i think abt it), sfw (SHOCKING i know), 18+ mdni, a lil bit suggestive but nothing wild, angst angst angst city babey, fluff if you squint, also i gave u comfort bc u deserve it bb 💗(and sanji does too); feat. sanji being in denial forever and ever, mutual pining, fake unrequited love, reader is determined and sanji is a coward; also i made myself sad writing this but a good sad bc sanji deserves happiness and i'll fight oda if he doesn't get it i s2g... (if u see grammar mistakes/spelling errors... no u didn't 💗)

“loving each other began this way: threading / loneliness into loneliness / patiently, our hands trembling and precise.” — yehuda amichai

STEP 01:

what does it take to kill a soul? —

a question that’s posed unironically, without a hint of remorse or tact, the words precise and venomous, slicing through the thick veneer that he’s carefully crafted. he’s never been able to answer that question — not at six years old, not twelve or fifteen, and not at twenty-one. his siblings took pleasure in taunting him with seemingly philosophical questions, ones that clamped down onto his thoughts with heavy shackles.

even after he’s extracted himself from that life, he can’t scrub those memories from his mind — no matter how hard he tries. they sit, still raw and bloody, giving rise to unpleasant emotions that make his stomach churn from so many things left unsaid. he never set out to be a pirate, but piracy has given him the sort of freedom that he could only wish for as a child.

it’s with tender hands, with nimble yet graceful fingers, and with a fastidiousness that puts him in a category of his own, that he creates and creates and creates —

he’s told he’s an artist, which only pushes him to work harder, to be better. and when he asks himself why, he doesn’t have an answer. or, rather, the answer he does have only serves as a punishing reminder that he’ll never be good enough. no matter how many times his crew mates thank him — their emphatic, genuine praise a soft, warm breeze against his heart, gentle caresses that he commits to memory — despair still manages to infiltrate, a darkness choking out what little light he has left inside of him.

STEP 02:

how far are you willing to go to reach the truth? —

when you join the crew, he’s unnerved by your presence, which is wholly unlike him. usually, he’s able to put on his façade of the flirtatious cook, one that’s jovial and sociable, that lives to serve and please those around him. his first conversation with you ends in disaster; he spills the drink he tried to pour for you, despite your insistence that you are perfectly capable of pouring your own drink — and he knows it’s not out of malice, but it cuts into him all the same.

he tries again and again, bringing you little treats that you only agree to eating if he sits and eats with you; confusion eats away at his mind, and when he opens his mouth to decline, you pat the seat next to you and he acquiesces. he sits stiffly, at first, unsure of why he always feels on edge around you — an irritating need to impress you in a way he’s never wanted to for others grows stronger by the day.

you think it’s cute that he always seems flustered around you — that he stumbles over his words, refuses to hold eye contact with you for longer than thirty seconds — you also think it’s cute that the false bravado that he puts on for the world, diminishes immediately the second you come close to him. if he’s skittish, it’s because you always catch him staring at you; despite his quick reflexes, his reactions around you are slow but pure — childish, almost.

lately he’s clumsier and scatterbrained, nearly burning dinner when you decide to keep him company. you lean against the countertop, a teasing smile on your face — the same one that that caused him to bump his forehead against the cabinet door earlier — as you prattle on about a dream you had. he can barely keep up, his eyes drifting from the skillet to your face, gliding around the curve of your cheek, dipping lower in a slow descent along your neck.

he blinks repeatedly when he reaches your clavicle, stunned at his restraint; and it’s only when you call his name loudly that he realizes he’s left the heat on for too long.

“are you okay?” you ask when you see that he’s fussing over how best to save the dish, mouth moving as he quietly mutters to himself. he barely registers your voice, as an insidious one whispers harshly into his ears about his perpetual incompetence and lack of talent.

you can see that he’s retreated even further into his mind, a feat that also leaves you frustrated. you want to shake him but refrain and grab his hand instead. he snaps out of whatever stupor that held him captive just moments ago, lips parting as he sighs softly before glancing down at you.

“thank you.”

the words are quiet, but impactful, as he didn’t think he’d be able to get them out. you let go of his hand too soon, but he doesn’t say anything else, choosing to focus on cooking than embarrassing himself again in front of you.

you take his silence as a silent dismissal, but you don’t fight him on it — it’s bitter, that sort of rejection, and you swallow back your argument with great difficulty.

STEP 03:

what’s the difference between cowardice and self-preservation? —

frustration bubbles underneath his skin when he can’t find where he placed his lighter; he runs a hand through his hair and tugs on impulse, accidentally ripping a few strands from his scalp. they swirl and tumble onto the ground, pathetic in a way — just like me, but he never really says that out loud. he doesn’t hear your footsteps, although you did your best to remain as quiet as possible.

a cigarette sits in between his lips, and he has half a mind to toss it over the railing of the ship, but a warmth suddenly appears in front of him in the form of a flame. you found his lighter on the floor earlier and meant to give it to him, but every time you got closer, he found every excuse to leave. you don’t realize the impact you have on him — not really, anyway — because he’s genuinely surprised that you can’t hear the heavy beats of his heart that grow more intolerable the longer he hangs around you.

always afraid of being found out, he opts to keep his distance. it’s easier this way, he tells himself, better. but he doesn’t quite believe that; the evidence is plain as day when his tongue feels like its grown three sizes in the span of seconds, where his words get lost and forgotten. it’s all your fault, he reasons; you who insists on talking candidly with him, who insists on listening to him ramble about his dreams, who absolutely insists on stubbornly tearing down his walls, steadily chipping away without a care in the world. he looks at you as if you are the source of all his problems, but he also looks at you as if you’re the solution.

the intensity behind his stare makes your hands tremble slightly, it’s a miracle you’ve managed to keep yourself composed for this long. you light the end of his cigarette with ease, as if you’ve done this for him hundreds of times —and place the lighter into his pants pocket afterwards. if he wasn’t so used to you getting in his personal space all the time, he’d retreat immediately. the proximity is almost too much for him, but he doesn’t step back; you take that as a good sign and keep him company for a few minutes.

you don’t care for the smell of smoke, but on him it smells good. you almost tell him that, but instead bite down on your lip and keep your comment at bay, nerves getting the best of you as you nearly choke on the possibility that your feelings won’t be reciprocated.

another time, maybe. cheeks flushed, you turn your face to look elsewhere. although, you wonder if there ever will be another time. with him, you never know.

he’s still trying to figure you out and why he feels a different sort of calm around you; it’s alarming and new, drumming up an irrational fear within him. he doesn’t think he’s deserving of your attention or affection, and he’s convinced himself that you don’t harbor any romantic feelings for him. and why would you?

one by one, his thoughts pummel into him, acerbic and overwhelming. he exhales a sliver of smoke and puts the cigarette out. he gives you a quick, apologetic look before telling you goodnight, the smile on his face is melancholic and barely existent. you don’t dare say a word, keep your lips pressed together stubbornly; exasperated and dejected, you don’t know what’s worse — his inability to lower his guard around you for longer than ten minutes, or your inability to stop yourself from trying to carve pieces of yourself to give to him.

maybe if you helped him fill the gaping holes in his heart, he’d truly understand how you feel.

STEP 04:

if you had to do it all over again, would you do anything differently? —

sleep evades you after that night, and the night after that, and so forth; it gets so bad that you’re yawning in the middle of the day, falling asleep before you can have a cup of coffee or tea. this does not go unnoticed by the others, and after talking with nami, you feel less out of your element and finally can see the parts of sanji that he wants to keep hidden. her advice is simple: approach slowly and with intent; corner him and don’t let him escape.

you bide your time, full confident that you can find a moment to sit down with him and talk this all out. it doesn’t come easy, but franky mysteriously swaps sanji for the night’s watch — something that should strike you as odd, but it’s a small opening that you take without thinking as you hurriedly climb up to the crow’s nest with a renewed sort of energy.

even with his eyes closed, as he sits lazily on the bench with head tilted back against the wall, he knows it’s you.

“go back to bed,” he says firmly, refusing to look at you.

your stubbornness, unfortunately, wins out. “i’m staying.” at that he sits up, his attention completely on you as his eyes widen at your words. he wants to ask you why, but cowardice wins out — again. as his features soften, a flush crawls along his face, lightly painting his cheeks pink. he closes his eyes again, tries to steady his breathing as he counts backwards, only for his efforts to be obliterated with ease the moment you sit next to him.

as your thigh presses against his, you take his hand and on impulse you trace your fingertip along the lines on his palm. he watches you with a morbid fascination that scares him; but then you start to say things like, “you will live a very long life,” and “you are courageous, and you have a big heart.”

a small part of him wants to pull his hand away, so you won’t say anything else — but he remains put, so still that you almost think he’s stopped breathing. your voice is sweet and disarming, even when you carry on this charade of reading his palm. a belated realization hits him forcefully, making him blink several times; it dawns on him that you’ve always been so kind and gentle with him, even when you teased him. he’s spent all this time overthinking and hiding behind his past, that it never occurred to him that he could have simply let you in. you’ve never given him reason to believe that you’d betray or harm him intentionally.

he takes a deep breath, voice a little uneven, “i—”

you lean in close, adoration dripping onto your words as you interrupt him. “hey, have i told you?” the question glides along his skin, the words seeping into him as you continue, the lilt in your voice a honeyed, melodic spell. “you remind me of starlight and the mysteries of space.” your lips brush against his when you tell him that, and a warmth settles into the middle of his chest, makes it hard to focus. he doesn’t think when he curls his fingers around yours and doesn’t think when heleans down to kiss you — tender yet electrifying all the same.

the move disarms you in a way that doesn’t quite make sense to you, so you simply hum in approval and lean your head against his shoulder. a comfortable silence settles around you both, but you don’t mind that at all; it’s nice, not having to tip-toe around him anymore, and the demons that plagued him for so long don’t seem so intimidating with you by his side.

[wonustars]

answer 7, 11, 12, 18, 21 and 23 please!!

hai anon!! thank you for sending me an ask for the ask game hehe 🤗💗 if anyone wants to send more i will answer!!

7. As a writer, what do you appreciate the most when someone is reading your work?

hmmm for me its definitely having others reblog my work w notes or tags. a few people have even annotated my fics which is proably the biggest compliment i could ever receive! i appreciate it sm and it makes feel like those 50 something or more hours i spend writing is worth it all :D

11. What is your process when you are writing or reading?

for writing: i tend to brainstorm a concept first then choose which member i feel like would fit the fic the most. i also base a lot of my fics off real life experiences that i had (seungcheol's letters and in front of me being a few of those fics)

for reading: i don't really have a process per se, i kinda just read whatever im feeling in that moment hehe

12. If you could choose three fanfic writers to have dinner with, who would they be?

oooh i like this question a lot... for me personally it would def be @junkissed, @onlymingyus, @highvern, @gyuswhore and @chocosvt (choco is a fellow canadian hehehe 😁🇨🇦, i too write in british spelling if u haven't noticed :p)

i honeslty can't pick 3 so i did 5.... sorry lol but if i could have it my way i would have dinner with all my moots/everyone from svthub 😭💕

18. On a scale of one to five stars, what would you rate yourself as a writer?

erm theres so many really good writers on here and there are many times i doubt my writing but i think im at least a solid 2.5/5 stars muehhehe

21. What was the first fandom you started writing or reading for?

oh this is embarassing 😭 i think the first fandom i started reading fanfic for was o2l (if anyones old enough to rmbr them) and 5sos. LOL i was a huge 5sos stan btw i even went to their concert when i was 12 hehe.

23. Do you brainstorm your fanfics or plan as you write?

i usually do both! i brainstorm for a bit to get an idea of what i want for the plot. i almost always have a solid idea of how i want to start off the fic and then also how i kinda want to end it. everything in the middle is up to god tbh (and my brain) muehehhe

anyways ty for sending an ask!! heheh this was so fun :D ♡

[penny-anna]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

oof only 5 okay!!

i was gonna do 1 per fandom but then i realised that came to 6 so screw it u get 6:

The Engraving (BBC Merlin)

Arthur had somehow got into a situation wherein he had to bugger the man who was – let’s face it – the closest thing he had to a best friend, and unless luck was very much on his side things were going to be awkward forever. Camelot has been stricken by a terrible drought! Fortunately, Merlin has found a magical ritual that can bring back the rain. Unfortunately, it requires group sex - and Merlin is a virgin.

this was one of the last merlin fics i wrote n its a very stupid and silly and fluffy gangbang. really enjoyed writing the 'everyone lives happily ever after' AU on this one. very fun :)

Golden (Doctor Who)

Good gracious, it had been so long since he’d been seduced. He’d forgotten what a delectable experience it was. After an exhausting run-in with the local monsters, the Doctor takes Jamie to a hot spring to relax.

THIS IS ANOTHER SMUT. SORRY. very honest answer here. this is my dw piece i go back to most often. love the atmosphere of it.

And I'll shiver like I used to (LOTR)

He could taste it on his tongue, the salty tang of the sea, fresher and somehow saltier than the sea he knew. He could feel the sand, soft and light underfoot, warm from the sun. 'Sam,' the voice had said, saying his name so tenderly, so carefully, as if it were something precious, something to be treasured. 'Oh, Sam. I’ll wait for you.' Samwise Mason is a junior member of the Stonemason's Guild of Haven City; he works hard, but doesn't stand out. He dreams, again and again, of a beach with white sand and a kiss goodbye. Samwise Mason is making a statue.

tough call here but im still so pleased with this one i worked so so hard and i think it's the most romantic thing i've ever written

Constellations (The Witcher)

"I know how soulmarks work. If a person has two names writ upon them by destiny, then one is to guide them to their true love and the other to their worst enemy. Everyone knows that." / "That’s an old wives’ tale." When Jaskier was fourteen, two names appeared on his skin: 'Geralt' and 'Yennefer'.

VERY tough call here as i wrote a lot of witcher fics i still love but hand on heart this is the one i most enjoyed writing. blasted it out in like a week iirc. great stuff.

the world won't wait till you're older (DCU/Shazam)

Shazam didn’t understand how taxes worked. He always seemed kind of lost when they talked politics. Wally often had the sense that he was nodding along with things he didn’t really understand. He knew what vaping was. Inexplicably he knew what TikTok was. Weird guy. The Justice League try to adjust to their newest member. They know he's hiding something from them, but in their line of work everyone has secrets. Shazam's no different. Is he? Or, the Justice League accidentally inducts a child and then deals with the fall-out.

obvious choice haha!! my most popular DCU fic!! its a banger i hope to match it one day

time to time (Back to the Future)

“Will you shut your damn mouth and listen to me?” his other self hisses. He gulps in a breath, and breathes out; then, resolved, he does his best to shake his head. “No,” he says. “Whatever you have to say, I won’t hear it – having any knowledge of my relative future could –” His other self claps a hand, hard, over his mouth. His palm is damp. Clammy. Emmett makes a protesting sound against it but before he can wriggle free, the other him speaks. “Marty dies.” A cloud passes over the sun. The Brown family are on vacation, taking a break from the stresses of 1986. It's a beautiful summer day. What could possibly go wrong?

hnghh got a lot of bttf fics i love but this one remains the stand out for me. obsessed honestly.

thank u!! i'm not going to send asks bcos im lazy but for once i will tag some people uhh ok @uighean @limerental @bg-sparrow @megamindsupremacy @wromwood

[lostfracturess]

NICIII i just read new s&c omg it was wonderful 🫶🏼💗 i had to download it off ao3 n read it bc choppy service while abroad (did u know all of s&c is like a 430 pg document 😭😭) but reading it on like a pdf document was lowkey such a vibe lol it felt like i was reading a novel

MY THOUGHTS sorry if this is messy i didn’t proofread lol

pls i feel so awkward every time satoru n reader flirt n talk sex in front of suguru ✋🏼😭 like i just KNOW my beautiful big tiddy goth gf suguru dies a lil om the inside everytime he has to hear them flirt LMFOAOAJDJ pls give him to me i’ll give him all the loving 🤲🏼 i still have to read r&r but everytime i read new s&c i fall more in love w s&c suguru 😭 he’s written soooo well and so canon, i can really picture it

AYOOO LETS GO ENZYME KINEMATICS MENTIONED 🗣️🗣️🗣️

pls the scene where she splashes coffee on his face. i died. i kinda want her

the parallel of her unconditional love tearing her apart the same way satoru’s addiction is tearing him apart…and reader’s declining health…the chronic MIGRAINES…HER FATHER THAT DIED FROM COGNITIVE COMPLICATIONS (can’t remember exactly what it was tho…was it glio?)…HER OVERWORKING HERSELF HMMMMMMMMMM i dont like this im so scared for my girl yn’s health rn 😭😭 i was already dreading satoru’s declining liver health striking angst outta now where but now yn’s on my radar too NICI PLS GO EASY ON ME 😭😭

my heart constricted so hard during the scene where her head is in his lap

i’m ngl maki is hella red flag for even suggesting the party knowing that reader was drugged by the guy who hosted it 💀 even if it’s to see naoya’s face smashed in or whatever, i would drop her so fast after that. i literally gasped when yuta was like is this a good idea n she just said “it’ll be fun” lmfao hmmmm maki i got my eye on you too 👁️ YUTA IS GOOD BOY THO I LOVE HIM

PLEASE him talking about the first time they stayed at the lab n he watched her sleeping n he thought it was wrong bc she’s his student but she looked so cute 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈 STOPPP i love shit like that gave me hella 🦋🦋

i’m not usually a fan of stories with like love at first sight concepts, or like where the guy says he knew all along sort of thing (i know im probably in SUCH a minority here 😂😂) idk maybe cuz im kind of a cynic n don’t believe in that stuff 💀 BUT IDKKKKKKKK WHEN S&C GOJO SAYS THAT IT HAS MY HEART BEATING SO FAST N LIKE I ACTUALLY BELIEVE HIM 😭 i feel so precious rn

loved the scene where he tried to tell her not to go to the party reader is way more feisty than me bc if hot older professor gojo told me off like that my ass would be SAT 😂😂 im like yes sir i won’t go anywhere 😭😭😭😭😭

i had to skim the smut mostly cuz i read the second half of chapter next to my mom in a taxi LOL but omg i saw a part where he was like “are you attached to these?” and he RIPS HER PANTIES OFF ✋🏼😍 stopp gimme him. also HIM ANSWERING THE PHONE WHILE NUTTING IN READER. JESUS. i need this man to stuff me like a thanksgiving turkey i’m not even joking

aaaa thanks for new chapter nici <33 i’m always so stunned by the way u put thinfs n all thr little metaphors n angst it’s beautifully writtwn n i cant wait for mooreee im so looking forward to reader properly meeting all of satoru’s family likeeeeeee i just know the childhood trauma dumping gonna go hard i am so sat for my meal. much love from meee <33

ahhhh ellie, omg, i'm so so glad you enjoyed the new chapter !! reading your thoughts and reactions always make me smile :''))

first of all, i can't believe s&c is already 430 pages long ??? i had no idea it was that much. but i'm so flattered that you downloaded the whole thing to read while abroad <33

and omg, yesss suguru poor baby, he really does suffer with these two. but he'll get better in his story :'')) & 'm sure he appreciates you volunteering to give him all the love he deserves hehe

& yes, yn's declining health is definitely concerning. all those migraines and her family history ?? it's not looking good. but i promise i'll go easy on her… maybe.

and i'm happy to read that the "love at first sight" trope works for you in this story, even when you're not such a fan of it. idk why but i love this trope. or like i would not call it "love" at first sight but like an undeniable attraction that has not only to do with like physical apperance or so hmmm idk, i'm just weak for that :''))

but ma'am, not the thanksgiving turkey ahahah !! i am deceased ☠️☠️ thank you so much for sharing your reaction ellie, you're the sweetest you know it !! <33

[hugsqueeze]

Hi hi Jesse!! I hope all is well and that your day is going amazingly 🥰✨️ I was just wondering-- who is the blue bunny critter in your OC meme? Their design is so so cute and I'd love to know more about them if you have any spare facts to share!! 💕

EEEK HIIIII MEG!!!!!!! :DDDD <33333 💕💕💕💕💗💖💖 HELLO HELLO!!!! THANK U SO SO MUCH FOR ASKING, I always love talking about my OCs!!!!! :9 And I'm super happy that he caught your eye!!!! 💕💕‼️‼️‼️ I'd be more than happy to give you more info about him.....

THE BLUE BUNNY CRITTER is BLINKER!!!!! My wonderful Blinker...... He is actually just a regular guy in a BUNNY COSTUME funnily enough HAHA!!! His actual name is Pascal Howell! And Blinker is the name of the character he plays, which is strangely ironic in an intentionally cruel way 🙁 Because he can't see. Not just that he can't see out of his costume but he literally has no eyes. I FEEL BAD BECAUSE YOU SAID HE HAS A CUTE DESIGN BUT . His circumstances are 😭😭😭 contrastingly horrific ACK!!!

He's a performer at an extremely unethical circus/stunt show in which the performers are being purposely mistreated for """comedic""" purposes (though the audience doesn't know this). Blinker (as a character) is advertised as perpetually dizzy, clumsy, and endearingly confused. He is always bumping into things. But the real reason why Blinker is so poorly coordinated is because he HAS NO EYEBALLS. His EYEBALLS were forcibly removed and he isn't used to walking around without sight, so naturally he is very clumsy. ☹️☹️☹️☹️ Eventually, he gets used to navigating without sight, though! And this is how he wins... It just takes him a little while to figure out...

He is often very sullen/melancholy and panicky because of his maltreatment (which is a somewhat jarring contrast from the appearance of his perpetually grinning mask/costume).☹️ He tries to be unobtrusive, as to not attract attention to himself. But he's really quite a sweet guy with good intentions. He isn't an antagonist/slasher type character... I guess he's like a protagonist of horrible circumstances more than anything, if that makes sense!!!!!

AND I HOPE IT'S OKAY IF I MENTION ANOTHER CHARACTER FROM THIS SAME STORY: PRETTY KITTY!!!!! Who is a fellow performer with Blinker, though I haven't figured out their deal yet!!! The story is rather OLD and probably worth a little revision, but they're basically people in mascot costumes!!!!! ^_^ EEK SORRY FOR ALL THE WORDINESS AS USUAL!! I hope this answers your question!!!!!!! 💖💖💕💕💓💓💕💘💘💗💗💗💗 THANK YOU SO SO SUPER MUCH AGAIN FOR THIS ASK, I had a LOT of fun talking about them so thank you again for the opportunity!!!! <333333 AND I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING AN ABSOLUTELY AMAZING DAY MEGGG!!!! This ask genuinely made my day heehee T_T <333333 !!!!!!!!

[aajjks]

mommy issues!JK

deep down you knew that jungkook wouldn’t accept the offer and you’re glad that he didn’t. if he’s going to be promoted, it should be professionally and not because she’s envious of yours and jungkook’s ‘relationship.’ it’s then that jungkook brings up taking you on a date with seol included. you halt the first bite of your food to look at the single-father with softened eyes because it’s been so long since you’ve been on a date. sure, you could say this parting dinner may count but this time around it’ll be just you, jungkook, and seol. nobody else. that, to you, is considered as a date because you’re sure jungkook wants to know more about you as you do him.

but instead of giving an upfront answer, jungkook tells you to text him instead, so you don’t feel obligated to give him an answer on the spot. “thank you” you say as you put your food down and walk jungkook out of your apartment.

“have a good night, y/n” jungkook says “i’ll wait for your text about the date. it’s okay if you don’t want to go. i will just think of another way to woo you”

“that’s sweet of you jungkook. you have a good night as well—“

“also, did i mention how much of a good kisser you are? that was the best kiss i ever had in my life…i hope i’ll get to experience them often”

you feel heat rising to your cheeks and immediately, you push jungkook out of your apartment. “get out!” you laugh and once he’s out of your apartment, you lean against your doorframe and say “goodnight, jungkook” before shutting your door. you lean your head against your door, place your hands on your cheeks, and smile. your face feels warm and you can’t stop yourself from smiling to the point tears well up in your eyes.

“why did i tell him all of that?” you whisper “now he knows. he knows everything. my dad is going to kill me”

you wake up much earlier than usual on sunday. you keep your breakfast simple and just eat a blueberry bagel with plain cream cheese with vanilla iced coffee to drink. once you’ve finished your breakfast, you finally finish folding your laundry that took you a week to fold but at least you folded them.

every now and then you take peeks at your phone expecting a text from jungkook but you don’t receive anything. you’re sure he too is checking his phone for your text about whether or not you want to spend time with him and seol today but you’re nervous.

ever since you’ve confided in jungkook, it’s hard for you to see him as just the parent to one of your students anymore. he’s more of a friend now, a friend who is deeply in love with you. you know that if you go on this date with jungkook, the line you’ve drawn will be completely erased and seol will really see you as his birth mother.

but like your friend says, you deserve to go out there and have fun too. you deserve to live a little and taking risks such as these are part of ‘living a little.’

ms. y/n 🥰💕🌹💍: morning mr. jeon 😁!

ms. y/n 🥰💕🌹💍: what time do you want me to be ready for our date?

oh, if alina could see you now…

~🫧

Seol was a little cranky this morning and Jungkook knows why, maybe he felt neglected by his daddy so it’s 10 am in the morning and they are both wide awake in the tv lounge watching some cartoons of the five years olds choice.

That’s when jungkooks phone buzzes but it is already in his hands cus he was obsessively checking it for any notifications from you.

And he’s not disappointed because you’ve just him TWO messages about nothing from the school but rather your upcoming date.

Oh God, ths smile he has right now as he unlocks his phone which has your and Seol’s face in it from the school- it’s a candid photo but you don’t have to know.

Jungkook immediately begins typing,

To:

ms. y/n 🥰💕🌹💍:

“HIIII MS YN!!!!!! 💗💗💗 how about 4 pm? We could spend the whole day together!!!! Remember to take your figure skaters with you if u have any… for a surprise.”

He smiles and giggles to himself like an idiot taking Seol’s attention away, he can’t believe you accepted his invitation, oh this is going to be so great, it’s a really nice Sunday morning.

Jungkook waits for your reply eagerly, “daddy? What are you smiling about?” Seol asks while munching on some fruit jungkook cut up in a JJK special bowl for him.

Jungkook takes a strawberry piece from it before feeding his kid.

“We are both going to be spending the whole day with mommy today, baby.” He giggles and Seol almost drops his bowl but jungkook catches it while watching Seol

jump up and down on the couch.

“Woah woah.” Jungkook tries to stop him, Seol looks so happy and satisfied and Jungkooks determination is only increasing to have you.

He must message eunwoo about this and after that he’s got to figure out their outfits of the day.

It’s going to be so special.

His attention is soon taken away from Seol as his phone buzzes once more.

[tieflingbi]

hello i am here with some io facts for u 💗

she is a vegetarian, and most of the other scions are good with remembering or ensuring shared meals accommodate her. her diet is 100% just because she doesn't really care for meat; it's not a moral stance (she's a hunter after all), so occasionally when she doesn't have access to foods she likes, she'll begrudgingly make do with whatever's available :c

one of my fave minions for her is the little bandana-wearing snake, caduceus. and the alte roite is one of the mounts i imagine her having in canon. to mesh the two, her little snake friend does indeed shift into a very large, very long dragon when they need to travel :>

io has a really lovely singing voice but is often uncomfortable doing more than humming in front of other folks. bard is her canon job though, so her bard songs are strings of dalmascan folks songs she quietly hums or sings to herself during battle to soothe her anxiety and bolster her resolve. the people around her see her standing a little taller, fighting a little harder, and they start to feel it too (i have more thoughts about this but that's a post-endwalker discussion akldjfs).

please share some oc facts yourself if you feel comfy doing so!! i hope your day gets better 💗💗💗

IO BELOVED!! 🥺🥺💖💖 These facts are so delightful, I love the minion becoming her mount, that is incredibly cute!! I'm always SO excited to hear about how things that are meant to be mostly cosmetic from an in-game standpoint become actually intertwined with a character's canon story, it's so much fun to learn how people get creative with these things imho!! Very much in love with your headcanon yes <3

If I ever make it through Endwalker I also want to hear the rest of those thoughts please 👀

And as for an OC fact, A'myrrhis actually has two younger sisters, Naya and Wren!

Naya is the middle sister, Wren is the youngest with quite a few years between her and the other two and she is also technically their half-sister, but they don't really care about those kind of details.

The three of them were very close, and when Myrri left the forest behind her biggest regret was that she'd probably never see them again because little did she know at that point that they would eventually leave as well! So imagine her surprise when they both show up at The Rising Stones a little post-Shb (at which point Myrri really needed a pick me up so that definitely did the trick).

Naya is a dancer, and since canonically Myrri never touches that job she's the one who joins Troupe Falsiam, which is also how Wren and her found passage to Eorzea in the first place after making it to Thavnair.

Wren starts out as a lancer but always had a curious interest in magitek so she joins Garlond Ironworks pretty quickly and becomes a machinist.

Aaaand... Here they are:

(Did I just spend an hour making this instead of answering the ask like a normal person? Mmmmaaaaybe but they already existed in-game so shhhhhh)

Anyways!!!! Thank you so much Azia!!! Please tell Io I love her and I'm blowing a kiss to her as we speak!!! 💖💖💖💖

[are-they-all-sims]

(Violet's POV - simsta post)

Hey simsta fam! I've been seeing a lot of people responding to assumptions their followers have made about them and decided that would be fun to do with all of you! So, leave me your assumptions in the box in my story and I'll respond to them 💃😛

Assumption 1: You and Aaron never fight

Violet's Answer (VA): That's right! Aaron and I have such a strong relationship. We never fight and I hope it stays that way 😏

Assumption 2: u have a name picked out for the baby

VA: Yup! Xandyr for a boy and Xathie for a girl 💙💗👶 we don't know the gender though!

Assumption 3: You've had doubts about your religion

VA: Nope! Not once have I doubted that Christianity is the true religion. Jesus loves me, and he loves you too!

Assumption 4: Aaron doesn't work

VA: Wow, you guys have a lot of assumptions about Aaron it seems 🤔 This is absolutely not true. Aaron works very hard for our family! He does a lot of manual labor and he's recently started working for the Flanagan company as a support pastor.

Assumption 5: ur going to have a hospital birth

VA: At this point, we'll see what the Lord has in store! I did have to give birth to Yvie in a hospital but my goal this time is to have a homebirth.

Assumption 6: Not an assump - can you give me the link to baby lounger you had in your story yest??

VA: Sure thing! I put the link in my bio and you can use code TALBERT12 for 50% off 🎉🙌

That's all I have time for now, thanks for playing along, everyone! 🤩🤩😁

(A/N: if you have your own assumption you'd like Violet to answer, feel free to shoot me an ask and I'll answer in her POV 😉)