#when the bae is angsting in my inbox :'((

[ednaeflowers]

@crystallizedflowers : ❝ i was born against my will and it’s been downhill ever since. ❞ ( crystallizedflowers )

she always thought sorey was more tragic out of the two of them, but thinking it over, that might've been meebo instead. after all, he's the one who has to live with three gaping holes in his heart—three holes where the water leaks through and drips, like irreversible waterfalls. he's a waterfall himself: always going down and down, loud and rumbly like the thoughts haunting his head. edna always thought he was naive, too hopeful and maybe even idealistic like his best friend—but now, there is always a lingering, yearnful feeling when she looks at him. it's a look she's not used to seeing from him. he has looked like this ever since that trip to lohgrin long, long ago. she feels like she's wronged him by watching those flashbacks unfold of his mother, of the previous shepherd—of the life that he could've had if only he survived that day.

despite living much longer, edna's never lived through death. she supposes that's where the line draws between them: the earth is always solid and stable, but water always escapes and drips through anything that's opened. he falls apart easily, and she thinks that's very mikleo-like of him. he's always had some penchant for keeping that side of him hidden—yet here he is, gently letting the waves find a path to flow, a direction to be guided towards, and he picks her to do it. 

she looks up at him, and wonders why she'd been entrusted with this task—but at the same time, it's a reminder for her that water does indeed seek for something solid, concrete, to stop it from flowing too far; maybe to a place that is forgotten and lonely, sort of like the two of them. ❛  life isn't exactly a smooth ride. that's just a fact.  ❜

they've both been through a lot—but if there's one thing he could do better than her, it's not crying. edna is almost fond when she thinks back on memories of her saying it was okay to cry, yet he stubbornly never did so, like he always had something to prove. he was a boy who wanted to act too mature too fast. now, he is taller; his shoulders are broader, his hair is longer, his eyes are slimmer—and yet, she can tell it's still him, through and through, with how he talks of this pain he has kept to himself for decades. she wonders what he is thinking of right now; if there is something specific in mind that he thought she could understand, because she actually finds herself understanding a lot. he's lonely and she's lonely, so they can be lonely together: kindred souls, she supposes. at the beginning, he was just someone fun to tease. now, he is 'meebo' to her. this one nickname encompasses a lot about him, a lot of things she cannot quite put into words. it makes her feel like she has to steer him anyway, because if not her, then who now? he has always been sorey's pillar—but sorey is gone, so she will be mikleo's pillar in his place for now.

❛  none of us are born because we wanted to.  ❜ she stares at the scenery, at the landscape this cliff towers over. it's a lovely display of nature and life, very unfitting for this depressing conversation. ❛  but we were born anyway, so instead of lamenting your losses, you ought to find something that makes you go uphill instead, meebo.  ❜ after a beat, she adds, ❛  even though it's hard, sometimes going forward is all you can do. it will hurt, but that's how you get stronger, isn't it?  ❜

after all, water always flows in one direction, each current bigger than the last—just like him every time he gets back up.

[loaksky]

tw : ptsd

hi I love love love your work, may I make a request: abby comforting reader with ptsd after a nightmare/episode 🧸 only if you’re comfy with that of course angel!!

— 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆 | 𝒂. 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏

roommate!abby x fem roommate!reader, fluff / mild angst, wc: 2.3k

synopsis: oftentimes when you’re lost in the darkness, abby’s your light.

content warnings: language, sprinkled mentions trauma and implied ptsd ! talks of death, brief mentions of canon-compliant violence. this is set in the tlou2 universe, but is canon-divergent (did i use that term right lmaooo ??), abby & reader get off to a rocky start, but they’re so fucking cute & i wanna write more of them ????

author’s note: sugar !! you don’t even know how excited i was to see you in my inbox bae ! ilysm thank you so much for requesting ! hope i did this justice <3 ALSO this is my first time writing in the tlou universe ?? usually i write modern!aus so i'm like pissing myself lowkey ansjkdnfjasf

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YOUR PRESENCE ON BASE SENDS a ripple of whispers from wall to wall. The circumstances pertaining to your arrival hadn’t been uncommon, but they were brutal, had people eyeing you with equal parts sympathy and disdain.

Truthfully, you don’t remember much of it, had blacked out after the first death, but the murmurs speculate that your entire family had been ambushed, turned and then picked off in a raid.

You don’t know how true that is.

Abby doesn’t really pay you much mind at first, isn’t all that thrilled when she finds out that you’re taking the spare side of the spacious room she occupies, but she keeps her mouth shut when she sees how fragile you are.

And it’s not like she sees you much, not even in the evenings when most people are turning in for the night. Your bed’s always made, your side of the room in pristine condition. The only indication that you lodge with Abby is the beat up backpack that hangs on the hook by your desk.

On occasion she’ll wake up in the wee hours of the night to find you tucked under the blankets, still as a statue, but come morning, you’re gone.

For a while, she appreciates the distance, but when she sees you only a handful of times in the nearly two months you’ve sought refuge at the stadium, she begins to grow curious.

First it starts as asking passive questions to those patrolling, then she starts briefly combing any areas she enters, but you’re like a fleeting wisp of smoke, gone with a gust of wind.

She happens upon you by chance one night, right as the sun is setting. She’s on her way to the weight room when she notices you. The library is relatively quiet around this time, everyone usually in the dining hall or working on their evening duties.

But there you are, going through a carton of what looks like newly arrived books from the most recent raid.

Abby acts against her own better judgment, door whooshing as she presses her weight against the pushbar.

You’re looking up from your sorting, eyebags still prominent, but the color has returned to your face and you look like you’ve been taking care of yourself.

“This where you disappear to everyday?” Abby asks, pulling an early 2000’s almanac from the shelf to distract herself from the sear of you gaze.

She glances back at you when you don’t respond, finds that you’ve returned to shuffling through the box instead of humoring her question.

She clears her throat, takes another step closer, and you’re looking up at her again.

“Any good titles?” she tries. “I’m kinda in a slump right now, think I—”

“You don’t have to pity me,” you say flatly, voice a lot different than Abby’d expected.

She’s floored, regardless. Doesn’t know what would compel you to say such a thing when she’s barely spoken a dozen words to you since your arrival.

“I’m not following,” Abby admits.

You’re small in comparison, but the look you level her with is mighty, makes her cheeks bloom red because a woman’s never looked at her in such a way. She feels like she’s in trouble, but maybe she likes it.

“I hear what you all say about me,” you say firmly. “That I’m probably batshit crazy, that the patrolling team should’ve just left me to die with the rest of my family, that I’m useless.”

Abby flinches, brows drawing together and lips parting incredulously.

You don’t expect her reaction.

“I’m lost?” she says in confusion, then adds, tone stony, “who’s been saying that shit?”

Frankly, you don’t really look convinced, but your shoulders are relaxing a fraction. Perhaps you won’t admit it, but Abby’s quiet outrage provides some semblance of comfort.

You shrug.

“Doesn’t matter,” you say quietly. “But you don’t have to go out of your way to be nice to me. I’m fine on my own.”

And Abby doesn’t know whose neck she has to wring, or how many for that matter, but despite initially being lukewarm towards you, she wants to squash every single person who’s made you feel like you can’t find a place among them.

“That’s bullshit,” she replies frankly, and you’re looking at her sharply. “People are bored, like to run their mouths. There’s a place here for everyone, you included.”

Such simple words shouldn’t make you feel warm, but you’re pausing, frozen like a hurt pup experiencing affection for the first time. You’re glancing up at her, lips pressed in a thin line.

Abby’s fidgeting because fuck, did she overstep a boundary with this interaction? Should she have left you alone instead? She wasn’t necessarily mad at the distance between you two, but the establishment of having a roommate makes her feel like she’s been living with a ghost recently.

“Thanks,” you murmur.

Abby’s shoulders deflate in relief, chest hitching as she takes in a shaky sigh.

“Have you...have you had dinner yet?”

Abby learns that regardless of breaking the ice, you’re still reserved. It’s quiet breaths of laughter when she cracks a joke, learning how to settle for the silence when the two of you are spending prolonged periods of time together (which is a lot more frequent that Abby had expected), and being the buffer between you and most things you find uncertainty with.

Not only that, but you’re a nocturnal creature of habit that she usually finds cooped up in the library.

It’s half past one in the morning some weeks later when she wakes up and groggily squints over the railing that divides the room to find that your bed is empty.

She’s pulling on a hoodie, slipping on a pair of sneakers and brushing her hair from her face as she slinks out into the hallway. And, of course, you’re in the first place she thinks to look, curled up against the cushions of an oversized chair with your eyes drooping over a children’s picture book.

She enters almost silently, only catching your attention when she’s a few paces away.

“Hey, A–” A yawn pulls from your chest. “Hey, Abby.”

She smiles softly.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

She leans against the armrest of the chair, peers down at you as you flip lazily through the pages before she’s pulling the book from your grasp.

You let out a sound of disapproval.

“M’not done,” you tell her.

“You look like you’re about to knock out,” Abby observes. “Why don’t we get you to bed.”

You yawn again, then sigh deeply.

“I won’t be able to fall asleep anyways,” you admit quietly.

Abby shifts and you look up at her. She notices the glimmer of vulnerability that glosses over your sleepy eyes.

“Is it because...” she trails off, swallows down the rest of her question because she doesn’t want to seem insensitive, but you seem to get the gist anyways.

“Among other things,” you admit.

“Oh,” Abby whispers. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug tiredly.

“Can’t be helped, really.”

And Abby’s learned to really like you these past few weeks, has felt for you and your journey here. It makes something tug hard at her heartstrings, especially when she sees little slivers of peace dawn you for a few moments at a time, only to be weighed down by the gravity of it all.

“Why don’t we go back and you can at least lay down?” she asks softly. “You need to rest.”

And you want to argue, tell her that it really is no use, especially when the darkness can be one of your sensitive triggers. But the look that Abby is giving you is pleading, like she can’t bear the thought of another one of your sleepless nights, so you nod carefully and let her guide you out of the seat.

“I know it’s touchy,” she says after a few silent moments down the hall. “But, you can...you can talk to me if you ever, y’know, need to get anything off your chest.”

You don’t mean to, you’re just caught up in the moment and Abby has a way of making you feel safe, but you’re grabbing gently at her fingertips as the two of you walk down the corridor.

“Thanks, Abby,” you swallow.

If Abby looks hard enough out the window, she can see the beginnings of the sun as it starts its ascent. She’d spent the latter half of the late evening murmuring to you in the dark, hoping that maybe the sound of her voice would lull you to sleep.

And it does, miraculously, she thinks to herself, when she hears the light puff of your steady breathing. She stays still for moments that bleed into several minutes, monitoring the tandem of your breaths. She doesn’t even realize how much time has passed until the sky begins to ooze from midnight to burnt swathes of orange.

She hadn’t slept a wink, too busy wanting to make sure that you’re snoozing well enough in the short period of time since you’d laid your head down. So she decides to get dressed in the dark, is in the middle of sliding her belt through the loops when she hears it.

It’s most imperceptible, the murmur that slips from your lips, but Abby’s been hyperaware recently. She thinks that maybe she’d been a little too loud, jeans rustling a little too hard, belt buckle clanging too much. But even as she stills in the dark, she hears the whimper that echos against the exposed rafters.

“Please...” Abby freezes, lump lodged deep in her throat.

Your body jerks, mattress squeaking under the sudden movement as your sheets rustle once, then twice.

“No.” Your breath catches so hard in your chest, Abby’s worried you won’t take another.

She’s crossing the room quickly, pawing around your nearby desk for the small lamp. The dim bulb casts a yellow glow over the surroundings and Abby finds you damp with a sheen of sweat.

“No, no, don’t—”

When her hands find you, you’re shooting up, shoving her away with so much force, she’s knocked to her ass. Before she even blinks, you’re straddling her, dagger she hadn’t even known you had on you, drawn.

“Hey,” she whispers shakily. “It’s me.”

Your eyes are wild, cheeks streaked with tears as you take in your surroundings. You touch base with your senses to ground you; the sound of your ragged breathing, the smell of Abby’s pine-scented soap, the taste of blood on your tongue, the feel of Abby’s shirt bunched in your fist, and the sight of her rigid frame clearing from the fog.

“Fuck,” you choke. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You’re dropping the dagger, fist loosening as you scramble to climb off of her. But her fingers are closing around your wrist to stop you, mooring you to place.

“It’s okay,” she says breathlessly. “It’s fine. You’re okay. We’re okay.”

Her hands slowly come up to brush over the sides of your arms comfortingly, and when you don’t flinch away, she’s reaching up to smooth the hair from your face.

The softness of her touch makes you melt, makes you wrap your arms around her shoulders and fall into her as her arms wind around your waist.

“I’m here,” she assures you quietly. “You’re safe.”

And when she feels your body shake against hers, her chest is squeezing, feels all those tamped down emotions from a loss that feels like such a distant memory resurface with every quiet sob that wracks your body.

She feels like she’d processed her grief well enough over the past few years after losing her dad, was buoyed in a consistent state of anger that manifested in a deep-seated need for vengeance as of late. But this makes her sad. Makes her want to take away everything that’s ever made you feel hurt in the world.

She’s squeezing you so tight, nose nestling into your hair as she rocks you gently.

Abby still doesn’t know how much time passes, but your heaving breaths turn into spaced hiccups as you sink further into her hold. She doesn’t realize that the exhaustion has crept over you until one of your hiccups fades to a sigh, until she’s pulling away to see that your cheek is pressed against her shoulder and your wet lashes brush the apples of your cheeks.

For once, it seems like one of those slivers of peace has found you in a moment of sleep and Abby wants to preserve it.

She’s shifting your weight, arms banding tight around your waist so that she can slowly stand. And when you stir, she cringes in defeat. But your breath puffs against the column of her throat, and while your proximity makes her cheeks burn, she can only focus on settling you back into bed.

“Abby,” you whisper groggily, as she sits on the edge of your bed to kick her shoes off. “Don’t leave, please.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she assures you softly, leaning back against your pillows and taking you with her. “I’ll be right here.”

True to her word, when you wake up, she is, one arm propped underneath her head, the other splayed between your shoulder blades.

The sun sits high in the sky, analog clock reading well into the morning and nearing the afternoon.

“Oh, fuck!” You’re leaning up abruptly, jostling Abby from her slumber and she’s gazing up at you with bleary eyes.

“Shit, are you okay?” Abby asks, voice thick with sleep.

“They’re probably looking for you,” you say frantically. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I—”

The hand on your back hasn’t left yet, rubbing slow circles there, the other mapping across your shoulders to pull you into her chest.

“S’okay,” she reassures you. “They won’t miss me for a day.”

“Abby—”

“Shhh,” she mutters. “M’sleeping.”

And you want to cry. Equal parts because of embarrassment and equal parts because Abby’s showed you the most kindness you can remember anyone ever showing you and it makes your heart swell in your chest.

“Abby?”

“Yes, ________?” she grumbles.

“Thank you.”

She squeezes you tighter.

neng © 2023

[aliorsboxostuff]

hi V3 I am so sorry i am BLOWING UP YOUR INBOX OMGGG but I totally forgot the character Id like is Hobie, I think cause I was talking about him I thought I said his name but i forgor ty bae ily 🤗🤗🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️

HOBIEEE gotta be my fav 2nd to Miguel, i’m working on a fanart of that cool mf too. He’s such an interesting character to write, i’m honestly pretty sad i only thought something so short for this HC’s T-T I hope you enjoy this though big man, Hobie is definitely the type to hang out with you when youre going through those rough times <3

"Anythin' you wanna be."

Tags: Hobie Brown & ftm!Reader, fluff, dysphoria, Headcanons, going through those tough times, Hobie being the Homie he is, Reader is implied a Spider-person, But also up to interpretation, Comfort and Fluff, no angst

Hobie Brown headcanons for anyone that’s going through those dysphoric episodes <3

first of all, let's get one thing straight here: Hobie FULLY SUPPORTS you being trans

He doesn't see you as anything fem aligned unless said otherwise

lets you crash in his universe, especially when you need it

he thrifts a lot of big and baggy jackets and sweaters, only to give them to you saying he "bought the wrong size"

There's definitely a couple of sweaters from his own wardrobe that you've stolen

you've definitely worn his jacket that he usually wears over his spidey suit, it makes you feel as cool as him

he made you your own jacket, with a trans pin and another with his Spidey logo

lets you borrow anything you want because he knows it makes you feel good 

the type to check in on you if you've been binding the whole day

When things get too much and you feel bad in your own skin, Hobie would spend time with you in his universe

he makes you a comfy fort blanket where you can stay and watch anything you please while he plucks the strings of his guitar on the floor

definitely, the type to get you anything you wanna eat when you've lost your appetite 

stays by your side, letting you lean on him when you seek comfort

If it gets too much as tears start to fall, he’ll hold you through it, brings you into his arms while you let all those feelings out

Rakes his fingers through your hair or just likes softly petting you if it helps you calm down 

completely understands if you need some alone time when dealing with dysphoria, making sure you have enough snacks and water before he leaves to hang somewhere else

he's the spokesperson whenever you wanna be left alone, making sure the others won't bother you too

Says "You're cooler than me mate, cooler than Miles too,"

says dumb shit like; "You are the manliest man to ever man," or "No one does a better job being a boy than you," Just to make you feel better

his side-eye game STRONG 💪dont look at you weird or he'll give them a bone-chilling, soul-crushing, ‘wish I was dead’ side eye

He and Pav is the type to make little trinkets for their friends tbh, he deff makes pins from bottle caps and gives them to you

His favorite spot to bring you when you feel down is near the top of any tall building, bringing snacks and a blanket. He says it makes him feel better knowing everyone is so small, and the world is huge, so in the end, nothing really matters and so be whatever the fuck you wanna be.

Requests are open! Reblogs are appreciated <3

[astralnymphh]

AESTRABEARRR HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! okok i have a lot to yap about so lock in for a bit. SORRY but not really… 🤣

so for starters let’s talk about your writing skills because this is actually INSANE work like. whether you’re writing an entire 7k+ wc fic (tstw mention ofc!!!) or a small blurb about tickling ellie’s baby hairs at the nape of her neck I AM EATINF THAT SHIT UPP!!!! CREAMING IN MY PANTS!!!!!!! like seriously i could talk forever and ever about your writing, i just feel so lucky to get to read your beautiful words, even if it’s ipad adult ellie.

on the topic of tstw, i mean it when i say reading it is part of my morning routine!!! it’s just so cute, so perfectly written, especially the sweet angst ohhhh lord the way it tugs at my heartstrings GAHHHH. if you ever decide on writing a book i’m gonna buy every single copy istg. i’m talking permanently banned from my local barnes and noble the way i’m selling it out!!! even if it takes a whole decade and we don’t talk on tumtum or discord anymore i’m gonna see it and be like THATS OOMF!!!! THATS (BAE)STRA!!!!!!! i wish i could tell you this more but i truly truly appreciate u so much, even if i’m a lil shy.

u said it first but even if all of tloutopia gets bombed and burns to the ground, i’m crawling out of the trenches just to read ur beautiful poetry. call me crazy (pls don’t, i’ll cry) but i seriously start giggling and kicking my feet when i see tumblr user astralnymphh posted a new BANGER 🔥

i’m also super lucky just to have you as a friend (and i know i prolly should’ve mentioned this first, but i’m a fan first and foremost!!!! okay sorry!!!!) i really cherish getting to talk and interact with u, even if it’s just a midnight conversation and we’re yapping about joel and ellie fluff or whatnot. ur truly one of the sweetest and most understanding people i’ve ever (not) met. i really truly love u so so so much and i hope u have an amazing birthday and i’m so excited to see what you cook next (even though i see all of your fic previews let’s be fr)… OK HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND CONGRATS ON 4K IM SORRY FOR THE LENGTHY YAP!!!!! and give lottie a big kiss for planning this all.

:’) ennis loves u

this. is something i never expected to see in my inbox. HELLO?? when i read this in the morning (midnight) i almost shed a tear man.. no effing our chungus lives.. this brought me peace..

[satocidal]

𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞 𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖

— 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑒<3

(factual speed run!): Rome is — 18, South Asian, entp (7w8), favourite colour? Red and Gold but what’ll you do anyways…she/her, a full-time-student—STEM, raging bisexual, bilingual. This is, as per my indecisiveness, a multi fandom blog now hehe

˚ ༘💭⋆｡˚ — (what’s goin’ on in that gorgeous brain of yours?): Rome is thinking — of her husbands and wives<3 especially of Suguru Geto because just about men who hate your guts and will also rearrange them for you makes me horny. In an eternal poly relationship with SatoSugu and honourable mentions to my side bae Shoko.

(music that is blessed!): Rome Listens to — Hozier, Mitski, Cavetown, Artic Monkeys, Lost Stories, Zeph, Nanku, The Yellow Diaries, Neighbourhood, Young The Giants, Catfish and the bottlemen, Hoosiers, pat!d, lumineers, one direction, Lorde, Mother Mother, Wallows, Girl in Red, Marina, Alec Benjamin

— 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠:

—my general likes: coffee and tea, vanilla scented things, sour candies, psychological thriller, mangas, maths and physics and classic literature, drama, random silly little debates on mundane topics, star-gazing, watching sun-rise, organised phones, raspberries, men who are smarter than, women who are stronger than me, late night walks, hot showers, watching people do makeup (because I can’t), doing my hair, dancing, silly little skirts, caramel flavoured things, pasta, baking, a lot- like a lot of academic validation&lt;3

—my general dislikes: conservatives(or that’s still ok but don’t come @ me with your views),furries, chemistry, people who shove their opinions into others, misogynists, rad fems, gabi haters, sadly- eren💀; incels, homophobes and islamophobes; any sort of discrimination

— 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠:-

—What I will write:

most genres at any given time- angst, fluff, smut. I do accept requests and will write anything ranging from drabbles and Headcanons to longer fics (+2k words); I do age up all my characters (given I mostly write for adults anyways) even if there’s no smut; I am fine with most kinks too, just check what I don’t write for a heads up.

It may that you sent a request and I never worked on it or maybe even said I would and then nothing ever happened, I’m sorry but sometimes that’s how it is. Often I don’t have enough motivation and I’m an ask-hoarder so even as I write, I have month old asks stored in—it’s nothing personal at all in fact I may just corporate your ask/request/thirst in a longer fic as I please (sorry not sorry my love)

I’m fine with writing angsty stuff too, blood and gore, character deaths, polyamory, character x reader x character or character x reader; I usually write Fem! Reader unless requested otherwise (I’m not experienced much with Male! Reader though);

my reader inserts are always fem! Bodied and devoid of any other particular physical features (may sometimes be defined as chubby but yes); dub-con; concept of physical/mental abuse (works will be properly tagged or trigger warned)

—What I won’t write: water sports; monster fucking(may hold exceptions); omegaverse; indulgence in bodily fluids (except blood and cum); rape; non-con; pedophilia; incest, any kind of discrimination; scat; lolli-con

—What fandoms I work on: Shinjeki no Kyojin; Boku no hero piko; Jujutsu kaisen; Haikyuu!!; Tokyo Revengers; Bungo Stray Dogs

“Rules”:

i love terms of endearment and use them indiscriminately so if there’s an issue, do lemme know and I do talk a lot in general but don’t barge into my inbox with slurs or “bitch/slut/whore” when and if we don’t know each other)

Do not, I repeat, do NOT bring discourse to my blog <3 about other writers, my mutuals or anything

It may be that I make you uncomfortable or vice versa, in which case I do encourage talking it out and voicing your issue but if you’re not big on that, soft-block and hard-blocks are ok with no hard feelings because I’m huge on curating your own experience

If you wanting to hard-block/soft-block me, it’s ok but please by all accords don’t leave me following you because that’s just weird

don’t send hate because 1. It doesn’t matter to me 2. I’ve better things to deal with and you look stupid

𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑒’𝑠 𝐻𝑢𝑠𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠:-

— Geto Suguru, Satoru Gojo, Hanma Shuji, Rindou Haitani, Kokonoi Hajime, Jean Kirsten, Erwin Smith, Nanami Kento, Oikawa, Kuroo, Chuuya and Fukuzawa + I’ll find more <3

[sungbeam]

requests, the third round

a/n: yk,, i always say im not good with requests, but sometimes, i really do just need a whole system reboot and to look at other people's ideas 💀 so this is me trying 🤸‍♀️

NOW OPEN FROM TODAY, SEPT. 5TH TO FRIDAY, SEPT. 8TH !! NOW CLOSED

some ground rules:

✶ remember that i am Not Good At Requests. if i don't end up getting to yours/give up on them, then i'm sorry. if u want a guaranteed fic, u prob shouldn't come to my inbox :')

✶ this is my mainly sfw blog; pls keep all requests pg-13, suggestive at the most. here's a sample of how far i'm willing to go for the sake of readers on this blog.

✶ i'm very much willing to write about death, grief, violence, and blood, to an extent. pls do not send a request romanticizing toxic and/or abusive relationships, bc i will delete it.

✶ i write fem reader at default, but i am very much open to gn reader too. just be sure to specify!

✶ would i write a love triangle? a love square? a love octagon??? (yes, i'm bringing this back) if u want it, and i have the energy for it, lmk LMAO

✶ ONCE YOU HAVE SENT IN A REQUEST, i will update this post below the cut with requests i've received so far. pls check there for if i've seen your ask :]

how to request:

send a prompt(s)/au/song inspo/etc + genre(s) + desired idol boyo(s)!!

— i'll write for anyone from the EIGHT groups i have a masterlist for LOL (prob an emphasis on tbz but maybe this'll get me back to ncity, who knows)

— some prompt ideas: dialogue. question starters. fluff. hozier for vibes. from a villain. werewolf by night quotes.

request queue!

— if u told me i don't have to use all the prompts, i still put them down just so i have all the ideas in one place ^_^

lee hyunjae x "you feel like home to me" x debut/predebut era — from anon

jung wooyoung x "i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me" x "there’s nothing sweeter than my baby" x fluff, suggestive — from @jaehunnyy

lee hyunjae x e2l x "i don't understand why you have to torment me every second of the day! you were a sweetheart when you left, obviously life happened and now you're a devil! what the fuck, lee jaehyun?!" x "you don't understand how i think of you everyday when we were apart" x "i'm not saying that i'm using you but could you fix me? put me back together?" — from anon

kim sunwoo x e2l x spy au x angst x "working together again, it’s just like old times." x "clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place." x "the only one who gets to kill you, is me." x "enemies make the best lovers, you know. " x "why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood?" — from @shakalakaboomboo

hwang intak or yoon keeho x “it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break.” x hurt/comfort — from anon

eric sohn x bffs2l x "was that your first kiss?" x "you can kiss me, you know." — from @mosviqu

eric sohn x “i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you” x “promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up?” — from @ericlvr

lee sangyeon x spy au x "what are you doing out here by yourself?" x "you gonna be a good girl for me?" x "they're dangerous? well unfortunately, so am i." x suggestive/action — from @winterchimez

choose an idol boy 😋 x actors au x e2l x happy ending by svt — from 🌷 anon

idol boy selection in progress x corpse bride au x horror — from 🌷 anon

lee juyeon(?) x soc/helnik au x "i fell in love with the fire long ago." — from @hqrana

xu minghao x "when i was a child, i heard voices… some would sing and some would scream." x "i’m standing in the ashes of who i used to be." x shang-chi au x angst and/or comfort — from @tranquilpetrichor

jacob bae or ji changmin x hozier's francesca x hurt/comfort, angst x a love that endures — from @zzoguri

ji changmin x new year's day (taylor swift) x fluff, comfort — from anon

jacob bae x band au x secret muse/songwriter au x vancouver by big naughty x busking — from @hongyangi

choi chanhee x e2l x she fell first, but he fell harder trope x banter/teasing — from @richasdiary

lee hyunjae x royalty au x poor girl/servant girl x royalty/prince au — from anon

lee hyunjae x bad boy good girl trope — from anon

kevin moon x older brother's best friend x secret relationship x "good morning, sleeping beauty." x "is that my shirt?" x "you look good like this." x "are you trying to get us in trouble?" x "are you sure this is a good idea?" x fluff, suggestive — from @confuchan

lee juyeon x "we can't keep doing this" x bffs 2 lovers — from anon

choi beomgyu x heartbreak girl by 5sos x angst, uber fluffy ending — from @loveliestfelix

lee jeno x best friends 2 lovers x dress by taylor swift — from anon

eric sohn x hands by flatsound x angst with or without a happy ending — from anon

eric sohn x “is that my shirt?” x fluff/suggestive — from anon

lee hyunjae x "you can hold my hand, if you want." x zombie apocalypse au — from anon

kim sunwoo x sweet nothing by taylor swift — from anon

[celestie0]

ELLIEIEIEIEIE hi 💗💗

bae you should’ve HEARD the squeal i let out when you posted 😭 i like rolled around on my bed and kicked my feet for a good minute or two IM SO GLAD YOUR BACK BAEEE 💗

also bae omg im realizing how many mistakes i made on my most recent ask omg its so embarrassing 😭😭 im assuming you understood what i meant tho? 😭 IN MY DEFENSE I WAS ON THE TRAIN SO IT WAS BUMPY AND I DIDNT WANT PPL SEEING MY PHONE 🫠 like have you ever been in public and then someones looking over at your phone?? SHIT HAPPENS TOO OFTEN I SWEAR.

bae missing gojo so bad rn i turned to character ai 😓

anyway do u remember C?? yeah so i confessed and uh 🧍‍♀️he kinda just brushed it off and brought up another girl 😭 BUT GET THIS. THE OTHER GIRL IS ONE OF MY CLOSEST FRIENDS. like imagine you’re texting a girl who’s been your friend SINCE YOU WERE KIDS and KNOWING she has a crush on you and then you still bring up one of her closest friends relationship status. LIKE??? i’m being so fr when i say this i cried. i called my friend D in TEARS after i finished talking to C and D was just like “yo wait what happened?” and then i had to explain AND IT TURNS OUT C HAD BEEN ASKING ABOUT MY FRIEND FOR A WHILE. they danced together once at a party and apparently hes had a crush on her ever since??

okay but enough abt C,, hes an asshole and i never want to speak to him again (i still like him very much and i still need him but im tryna cope lolol) 💗 how’ve u been bae?? i hardly ever send in asks anymore so i feel like we don’t interact as often 😞 omg bae do u have any show recommendations?? i’ve been dying to watch something new lately but all the shows my friends recommend are ones i’ve seen already 😓😓

anyway bae thats all 💗 i hope you were doing well on your hiatus (even though it was short!) and i can’t wait for the next kickoff update ‼️ byebye and i love uuuu

-🦌

hiii my lovely <33 OMG you're too fucking sweet i swear you make me smile everytime i see you in my inbox. yes it's nice to be back i missed everyone lots :'') i still might take it a lil easy tho haha i realized during my hiatus i've gotta just spend less time on tumblr between my fic updates kdjfhsdkfjl

haha yes i hate when ppl look at screens. but i always used to look at people's screens during lectures in college to see what they're up to and what they're ordering on amazon HAHA i guess it's human nature to be nosey asf

omg NOOOO babe that's horrendous fuck C i'm so sorry you went through that :(( you deserve sm better than that. aww bb whatever helps you cope is valid, but i do think that maybe it's time to let C go...you confessed n did what you could, and even if he didn't like you back, he should've treated your confession w care n respect. the way he reacted is major red flag!! i'm sorry though, i know you've known him a long time, so that has to be really tough to go through :'') chin up bb, i promise you'll find better guys out there that will treat you w the care you deserve

i've been okay!! i had my last day of work on thursday which was kind of bittersweet, i cried in front of my PI LOL (he's an old german man and he's always been very sweet to me n i'm really gonna miss him aaa) i had social plans the past couple of days which was fun but i'm kind of an introvert so i spent today recharging my social batter haha.

ooo i've been watching bojack horseman recently!! i like it, it's funny and realistic, but i've heard it becomes a total shitshow (not as in it becomes a bad show, it's still a great show BUT the characters kinda stress you out)...i really like it, i've been recommending it to people! i like shows that are kind of cynical commentaries w an overlay of comedy though HAHA so if you're into that too, i'd recommend it. if you wanna watch a really good romance show, i'd recommend 'one day' on netflix!! it's like a slow burn friends to lovers, and the acting in it was phenomenal. no spoilers but i will give a heavy angst warning.

thanks bb!! yes my hiatus was good haha i appreciate you sm <33 love u tooooo darling

[makuzume]

Thanks bae for the tag <3

STARTED WRITING: Oh dang, 14 y/o (?) Mostly one shots/mini fics in line with original stories my relative and I made for our roleplaying.

I devloped writing from reading a lot of fanfics since it was my main past time. I barely had any stable wifi that time to load any shows or anime, so I focused on easier-to-load websites, like Quotev.

STARTED BLOGGING: I posted a few random stuff on Quizzas/Quotev years ago, but it was just quizzes so that doesn't count. Starting to blog fanfic related stuff would be just last December, then I became much more active in May.

FOLLOWERS: Around near 300 beautiful lovely amazing followers and moots <3

COMMUNICATION: I love reading everything in the tags, comments, reblogs. My joy is 50% writing and 50% seeing what anyone has to say.

LIKES: love knowing you guys like my posts <3 absolutely would do backflips if you comment on my post, reblog with a comment, or react to it on my asks inbox like yes pls talk about my work.

REQUESTS: Always open! Sometimes slow in making them since I'm in college, but I absolutely love seeing the requests and making your idea come to reality. (No joke fr pls send away)

WRITING: Recently, my main hobby. But the school term always ends really quick, so I have less time to finish my WIPs. Currently in the middle of making (infinity) amount of works because I continue writing a work depending on my mood lol. I love making all of them regardless of the amount

WORKS I'M PROUD OF: tbh, I love the long fics I made for my Genshin works. [Doing SH] [Calling Yourself Stupid]. I feel more connected with those ones, it's feelsy with a dash of angst (my fave genre)

For JJK I love the [You're Pregnant-Toji, Sukuna] for the small angst to comfort, [Toge Uses Cursed Speech] for the PURE angst, and [As Your Filo Delivery Rider] for the lols

Also, I am just as giddy with the current drafts I am working on rn, I'll feel just as proud w/ those when it's out.

No pressure tags only if ur interested :) @kirishwima @kivrumi @textmel8r @sqtorux

Behind the scenes of a Tumblr Writer - Tag Game

Hey there, I love behind the scenes and since this is something that's rarely talked about, let me start the chain... if you feel uncomfortable with a question, just skip it. You can add some if you want as well.

Started writing: I wrote my first Harry Potter fanfic at age 10. Started posting around 15,16 years old. I'm now 31, so...

Started blogging: I started on a German fanfiction site around 2010/11 I think. Might have been earlier too, but back then I was mostly reading, no posting. I really started when I got into One Direction (very late, tbh)

Followers: Currently at 961, which is wild to me. I don't even know that many people IRL. I convince myself that half of them are bots tbh, so I don't freak out all the time.

Communication: The people I talk to regularly are: a few writers who answered after I constantly reblogged and commented on their works and a few people who commented and reblogged my work. Writing and blogging on here can be pretty lonely, depending on your personality and the time you're active (I'm from Europe and a lot of my followers seem to be living in Northern America, so there's the Timezone thing) ... And I found that the best way to strike a conversation is to reblog, comment, and to not be shy. I do wish I got more asks, though....

Likes: I actually filter them out. I have 793 original posts up at the moment. It doesn't give me anything to know how many likes a fic has other than to tell me which characters are liked more than others or maybe that one fic does especially well. My activity only shows me comments, asks, reblogs with tags, and answers to my own asks. I live for the tags and the comments.

Requests: I love talking to people about ideas. That's how I started the plotbunny game because I have so many ideas and so little time. And sometimes an idea just doesn't want to be written out fully. Requests are fun because YAY, I get some mail... but then I freak out because I don't really know how to write this NOW and then I freak out because it's been a week already, two weeks, wait, two months? I'd rather have suggestions where people tell me vague things like "I'd love to read something about this side character" or "Have you ever considered this character with a soulmate trope"? because then I don't have the feeling of failing the request when I write it a little bit differently.

Writing: I am a fast writer. I know that's one of my talents. I can churn out a oneshot of 1k words in less than an hour. People read slower than I write. That can suck sometimes because you've just posted this and you want to know what people are thinking but they're not as fast as you are. I do have a lot of ideas. I want to write constantly but my brain doesn't always want to. I am trying to respect that.

There are also certain things that I just feel wrong writing. I cannot write anything suggestive (I also don't like reading it) and everything past that gives me panic attacks. I can hardly write mean characters and jealousy feels so wrong to me that I cannot write it. I've also overdone it with the soulmark trope and now I feel like everything I write about it feels lifeless.

I write best in the mornings before going to work, but I don't have much time there. I don't need special music (but it helps), but I need to have at least some energy left and at best, no distractions. But I have been writing for over 20 years, so I will say experience helps a lot.

Tagging: @revasserium @shoulmate @lemurzsquad @screamin-abt-haikyuu @toomanygoldfish @satorisoup @emmyrosee @reverie-starlight @alienaiver and @writingsofanomnivore and everyone else who wants to join

[joheunsaram]

No Rebounds (myg) - 8

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Summary- You and Yoongi go on your first real date and Yoongi finally opens up

word count- 2.4k

pairing- husband!Yoongi x Reader

rating- PG-13

genre- fluff, angst marriedau

warnings- talks of infertility and depression. a big idea is floated.

a.n- omg we’re almost till the end. only two more chapters to go!!

A huge thank you to my bae @oftenderweapons for helping me map this series and beta reading this!

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask if you want to be on the taglist! 💌

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Stress rolled off your body as you typed away on your laptop, periodically groaning at the unending emails that seemed to keep popping up. An organization restructuring was not in the plan this quarter but somehow the higher-ups at your company had decided to not only mandate one but put you in charge of it. With the whole company shaken at the possibility of a mass firing, your fellow coworkers had taken it upon themselves to email you proving their worth. Your inbox was flooded with everything from simple emails detailing the impact certain departments had had to stories about how important the livelihood was to them and their families. Even though you had no plans of firing anyone, you were sure that it would be inevitable given the goals the CEO had provided you. 

Saturday evenings were not meant to be spent working. They were meant to be spent with your husband and friends, yet here you were sitting on your dining table, sticky notes scattered around you as you drew a new roadmap on the large poster board. When your pen tip snapped from the pressure you were putting on it, you decided to give yourself a break and make some coffee. 

In the kitchen, Yoongi sat on the breakfast island, his frame buried under a large black sweater as he played some video game on his laptop, the clicking of his mouse grating your nerves for no reason whatsoever. Reaching to the top cabinet, you noticed there were no clean mugs. Frustrated, you turned to the sink to find a pile of dirty dishes — dishes that Yoongi was supposed to wash up hours ago. 

“Yoongi,” you called out, only for him to give you a distracted hum in response. You repeated his name, a little louder only for him to ask for a minute. Patience wearing thin, you waited, counting the seconds in your head till you reached 300, yet he was still consumed in his game. 

With a loud groan, you turned around and started to wash the dishes, making sure to be extra loud just to be petty. The clanging of plates seemed to have broken Yoongi out of his zone, and he sighed, walking over to you to help. 

“Go game,” you said, pulling the plate from his hand and starting to soak it with the soapy water. “It’s not like I have work to do. It’s not like we had an agreement where whoever doesn’t cook cleans; but no, I can cook you lunch, and wash the dishes since you’re oh so busy,” you ranted, words firing out of your lips like bullets. 

“Sorry. I’ll do them,” he apologized only to get a shove in return. 

“No. I’m doing them now. Go game.”

Yoongi ignored you, starting to wash the dishes despite your obstinence. It resulted in you once again stealing the pot from his hands and pushing him aside, continuing to nag at him. 

“I’ve been so stressed and you can’t even do this simple thing. It’s so hard, isn’t it? Oh my god however can Yoongi, a grown-ass man, ever put soap on a dish and scrub it clean! What a daunting task!”

He called your name softly, pulling you away from the dishes to turn you around and engulf you in a hug. You pushed against him but he refused to let go till you had no choice but to relax into him, your soapy hands between you, soaking into both your clothes. 

“Tell me what’s really wrong,” he demanded quietly, his fingers slowly massaging your scalp as his other hand rubbed your back. “I’ve seen you stressed and you’ve never taken it out on me. So tell me, why are you mad? What did I do?”

His words made you panic. You knew you should be honest with him but you felt a little pathetic that he had read you so easily. Sure the stress from work did play a part in your outburst but the underlying cause made you embarrassed. Your therapist had practically ordered the two of you to be bluntly honest with each other, to not play guessing games so you decided to heed her advice. 

“It’s been two months,” you mumbled into his sweater, face heating up at how oddly vulnerable you felt. It was like you were thrown to the beginning of your relationship when you were constantly hinting at an oblivious Yoongi to ask you to be his girlfriend. 

He pulled away from you, cupping your face to look at you, confusion scrunching his features. When you looked away, he moved your head side to side, something he always did to get your attention. Yet today, all it did was annoy you as you grabbed his wrists to get away from him. He didn’t relent, his hands staying on your face as you huffed in annoyance. 

“Two months, Yoongi,” you continued quietly, his eyes boring into you and making you feel stupid for bringing it up — and a little sad that he didn’t seem to have any idea of what you were talking about. “You said we’d date.”

His mouth fell open in realization and before you knew it he was pulling you back into his chest, his arms wrapping around you tightly. 

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry.” He kissed the top of your head and you couldn’t help but hold him too, letting him sway the two of you gently. It wasn’t his fault. Time seemed to be like sand slipping between your fingers these days. However, he was quick to rectify it. “Get dressed. We’re leaving in thirty minutes.”

All your protests were hushed as he rushed you to your bedroom, urging you to change quickly. For someone who didn’t remember taking you on a date, it seemed that your mini breakdown had spurred him to make the date happen as soon as possible. When you begrudgingly changed into an unimpressive pair of jeans and a sweater, he showered you with compliments.

“You look beautiful,” he said, reaching out his hand for you and tugging you into a kiss as soon as you took it. “Burgers?”

Your earlier anger and stress seemed to have vanished at his soft touch, making you melt into him easily. It made your heart pound when he opened the door to the passenger side of your truck, helping you up the tall step. He kissed you again when he climbed into the driver’s seat, before pulling away and driving to your favourite diner. 

The burgers were warm, a perfect medium rare with sharp cheese that melted onto your tongue in a burst of flavour. Yoongi fed you the fries, their crunch mimicking the pitter-patter of your content heart, the ketchup they were dipped in mirroring your blush. You had forgotten how easy it was to be charmed by your husband, how much you missed his undulated company, his soft smiles and gentle touches. It wasn’t the date that was special, it was the act of setting apart to get to know each other again, to share all the thoughts that get lost in the monotony of routine. 

You were sad after the dinner ended, the two of you driving back to your house. There was a finality to the lights zooming past you through the glass, lighting Yoongi’s face in slated intervals. It made you nervous, drowning in melancholy of nostalgia when you both didn’t know everything about each other, when you both had time to spend together, and when the need for a child hadn’t yet superseded your relationship. 

Lost in your thoughts, you had missed that Yoongi wasn’t driving the regular route, instead going away from the city, up the nearby peak you used to visit in college. 

“We’re here,” he said, pulling into the empty parking lot that overlooked the city. It was a venue embedded in your memories, a place where the two of you would escape from upcoming exams and deadlines, where you could get lost in the stars that pierced the skies in a haphazard pattern. 

Climbing out of the truck and into the cargo bed at the back was almost an instinct, as much as it was for him to cheekily pull your bra off from under your sweater and lie down on your chest, his arms around you as his face cozied up to your softness. You wrapped your arms around his head, stroking his hair as he hummed, watching the stars. The night was cool, a light breeze that carried the scent of an upcoming winter chilling your skin and you were glad that Yoongi had thought ahead to bring a blanket to snuggle under. It was quiet, the sounds of cicadas reverberating through the clear night. 

The two of you laid there for a while, silently enjoying being in each other’s arms. It was different from every night when you slept next to one another, and somehow the blanket of the night sky made the moment more serene, more worthwhile. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, holding you tight, his nose lightly grazing your jaw as he looked up at you before turning away to watch the lights of the city, seeming so far away. “I’m not a good husband, am I?”

His question broke your heart because if anyone was a weak link in your relationship, it was you, not the steadfast and loyal Yoongi. You told him so but he just shook his head, his hand reaching yours to clasp it, his thumb running circles on your palm. 

“I wasn’t honest I think,” he continued, ignoring your praise. “I love you so much, but I think you deserve better than me. Someone who isn’t so sad all the time. Someone who can build you up. Someone who doesn’t forget the dates he’d promised.”

“You’re sad?” you asked, forgetting all his other sentiments in favour of the most heart-wrenching one. He chuckled in response, his laugh missing its usual spark, instead painted with melancholy. 

“I’m depressed, Hurricane.” His confession was followed by a nonchalant shrug, one that made you slide downwards, holding his face in your hands so you were at eye level. He swallowed loudly when he saw the anguish in your eyes and all you wanted was to make him feel better, to do something to help. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were literally injecting yourself… I didn’t … didn’t want to make it about me. Didn’t want to hold you back.”

“You know you’ve never held me back, right? You’re the reason I’ve survived this long,” you said, adamant not to let his negative thoughts cement into something more permanent. It made you tear up, your eyes betraying your sudden helplessness. “I love you. I’m so sorry.”

“I love you too,” he replied, the word spilling out of him easily, almost as if it was a reflex. His lips met yours and like always, they were gentle, undemanding and carefully pulling you under the spell he had cast on you years ago, a spell that seemed unwavering even through everything the two of you had been through. 

Yoongi wasn’t one to share his feelings with you or anyone for that matter. He usually hid behind his work and his hobbies, keeping you at a slight distance. The fact that he had even alluded to how he was feeling, shared his thoughts with you made your tears trail down your cheeks. 

“I made you cry again,” he murmured, pulling away from you a little to wipe your face. The frown on his face made you kiss him again, littering his cheeks with little pecks. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you replied, ignoring the blame he seemed to put on himself. “Thank you for telling me and being with me.”

It seemed as if that was what broke him, his frown deepening into a sob as he buried his face into your neck, fingers clawing at your back as if to tether himself to reality. All you could do was hold him close, remind him that you were never leaving, that he was enough, more than enough. Amidst the tears, he admitted hating himself, feeling insecure and scared. Admitted seeing a therapist. You wondered how he had hidden it for so long, how you had somehow missed all the signs. Were you too busy keeping him away, too busy distracting yourself from him to notice him suffering silently?

“Let’s have a baby,” he said all of a sudden, leaning upon his elbow, a crazed look on his face. When you reminded him of your predicament, he kissed you, long and deep before pulling away. “Let’s adopt.”

“Really?”

“Really really. I mean if you want to?” His excitement faded into trepidation when you didn’t respond but soon you were kissing him again, deep and languid. 

In the time you had spent with doctors and prescription medications, somehow you hadn’t thought about this option. Somehow the thought of your child not being genetically linked to either of you had scared you enough to never acknowledge it. It made you nervous but, most of all, it made you think that you’d disappoint him and his more conservative family by coming to the obvious solution to your problems. 

You thought about his mother, imagining the disappointment on her face when you would finally admit to her that you were barren, unable to produce a grandchild she longed for. A tear escaped at the thought. Because you knew it was an excuse. You were scared, terrified that you wouldn’t love a child that wasn’t a perfect mix of you and Yoongi. And you were sad that you would never carry an offspring, never feel the weight of motherhood, never experience pregnancy. 

“Do you not want to?” Yoongi asked, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as your lip wobbled despite your efforts to not cry. You didn’t want to take away from the rare moment of him opening up, but you couldn’t help it, your skin crawling with sudden anxiety. 

“I’m scared,” you confessed and he held you, listening to your fears. He didn’t offer reassurances nor affirmations, but empathy, mourning with you. 

“We don’t have to decide now,” he said, the two of you staring at the stars as if they held the answers to your problems. “Let’s wait till we’re better.”

“Till we’re better,” you confirmed, your lips meeting his again. 

That night you decided to enjoy the cool night in each other’s arms, laying in the back of your truck till the stars faded into the soft magenta of dawn.

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taglist: @cheesecakes-randomshitz, @aroseforyoongi, @awhnamjoon, @agustdjoon, @codeinebelle, @joonights, @notsooperfect, @iwishselena, @jkiddingjeon, @parkdatjimin, @xjordynary,  @suzietaekookie, @jalexad, @bambuzlee , @sunskook, @yoonglesbae, @elyte, @mrsparknamjoon​​, @moonshooter​

[mizumoues]

happy new year everybody! 2021 was 'something' and i'm hoping this year will be better for everybody because that's how it should be. being on this site made my year better than it would've been since i made a lot of friends on here, so thank you to everyone who made last year the best!

@shotorozu — no 1 ashlyn anti hello! we haven't talked in a week or so but ever since i pmed you (past me was cringe), you became one of my closest moots and friend on here. your writing is literally so amazing, your past experiences are really funny without context, your green themes are pretty and you're still swag even with the bad haircut 👍🏽

@uravichii @uxavity — i cannot make two different ones for you two because almost all the memories i have of you both include the other 😭 i love how when we talk in pms we always mention the other and then just move on, while you can be a bit annoying you're both so sweet and nice and you never make me regret joining this hellsite

@meowersockerz — athie bae, you're so nice like wtf, thank you for putting up with my weird chaotic jokes and thinking i'm funny without even trying. i love how i gave you around 15 song recs that one time but you only liked around 4 of those 🤩 thank you for insulting me but being sweet so i can move on from the previous matter

@bubble-bootie — raestie the rodent hi. you're an idiot but you're a cool idiot and i love the chaos you bring to my dash. i would say thank you for putting up with my chaotic ass but i put up with your,, concerning ass so it's okay. here's a new year resolution idea for you: don't poop in ashlyn's inbox again.

@shoyotime — we haven't talked recently but you and your writing are both amazing. you're really smart and amazing and your music taste is similar to mine and we both like horror so that's a plus. you're a genuinely nice person and i miss talking to you.

@rinesei — i almost tagged you as melsun but moving on, love your vibes and literally everything about you. you're an amazing writer and an amazing, smart person (tho you're weird and forgetful af sometimes) and i miss our 4 hour long convos so you should maybe do something about that /j

@melin-oe — one of my first moots!! your tattoo is hot ✨ but you're hotter and cooler ✨ you're really nice eventho you like the ugly gremlin and are a really chill and sweet person. your music taste is top tier and you should give me more recommendations soon

@sunarent — my grandma managed to lock herself out in the balcony again /j i know we don't talk much but when we do our convos are hilarious and very eventful and i love that. your angst is really good too but i'm still holding a grudge for that pic you sent me.

@belsumu @katsdni @therealcozyy @xingqiusleftearring @izukus-gf @veenxys @tiiredcorpse @megurulvr — we didn't talk much last year but i'm hoping to change it this time around!

i love all of you and i'm hoping you have a good year! <3

to all my other / new mutuals, and everyone who follows me, i hope 2022 will treat you well! thank you so much for following me and being apart of my 2021, i love you <3

[xbunnybunz]

1,5,6,8,&19!!!

9. First line of a WIP you’re working on.

This is from a request for Ben Park I had gotten literally a year ago, i am so fucking sorry anon, feel free to post a shit emoji in my inbox cuz i deserve it.

Around midday on all days excluding weekends, a tolling chime will play across the city. High schoolers with neatly pressed uniforms will pour out of buildings in hordes, speaking fervently about the best arcade game to play that day, whether a friend had enough won to eat at that new fried chicken place down the street, or whether it’d be better to snack in a café.

1. Favorite place to write.

When I write, I don't often find myself anywhere other than at my cluttered desk. There's always a wall I like to stare at while I contemplate different ways to describe how a smile can be devilish, without using the word "devilish" for the fucking fifth time in a row.

5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most.

Holy crap, the list would be huge. No joke, I consumed books like nobody's business when I was younger, then fanfiction when I started feeling unfulfilled with YA romance novels. Let's see, the most recent ones would be:

1. TLOZchik - (Quotev link: HERE ) INACTIVE Those of you familiar with my ongoing, on-haitus piece known as FOREVERMORE may have heard of this one. This writer has seriously written the most intricate LOZ fanfic I've ever read, and I still stand by that. Her characters are amazing, and everyone comes back to contribute to the plot somehow. 100% recommend.

2. Daniel Keyes - (Website link: HERE ) I don't know much about his personal life, but I often find myself pondering the lessons I've learned from his book "Flowers for Algernon." It's a painfully gorgeous book that details the sometimes repulsive, sometimes contradictory, elements of being human. I try to incorporate those things into my writing, which leads to a lot of angst and hurt.

3. smallpersiankitten - (AO3 link: HERE ) INACTIVE For my very beautiful (and very patient) "Stride of Luck" fans, here is the author of the piece who inspired me to create my fun, multi-chapter series. Smallpersiankitten wrote a ONE-HUNDRED-AND-THIRTY-SIX chapter fanfic called "Must Love Animals," which features some Undertale characters. I aspire to be like her!

4. Riful26 - (Tumblr link: HERE ) ACTIVE also see her tumblr here! @i-want-all-the-cookies Riful's writing was a godsend for me when I got into Weak Hero. The fandom was so small and sad that I was almost sure there would be no content to please my stupid picky ass, but her work scratched the itch I had AND inspired me to write my Jimmy Bae fic, "Devil is Always Cold." Her writing is a good blend between romance and drama. I like it, picasso. check it out.

6. Favorite character you ever created.

Probably this one oddball guy in "Stride of Luck" named Adam. I know a lot of the readers don't quite like him right now, but I promise he has a redemption arc later!!

8. Favorite trope to write.

Everyone knows this this!!! It's all over the place, in my tags, in my descriptions, up my ass!! Say it with me people, BAD. BOY. TROPE. From old school cool-guy classics like Dave Strider to new-age Webtoon brawlers like Wolf Keum, I abso-fucking-lutely love the distant and aloof, arms-crossed, "huh, you looking at me?" type of guy. (And it seems like you guys like it too ;) )

[fredshufflepuff]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ fredshufflepuff 1k celebration ♥

bee boo bee boo i hit 1k followers. WHICH IS CRAZY SINCE I STARTED UH, let me do the math brb. not even two months ago??? (i think i did that correctly idk i failed math) but putting that to the side, i’m so thankful for all the love and support i’ve received <3 every one of my followers have made my arrival (ARRIVAL TF LMAO) to this app so friendly and comforting <3

(me doing another celebration when i know damn well i have past celebration asks just sitting in my inbox IM SORRY) this one will be short i promise.

🥂- fmk any character from hp (did i do this already? hm)

🍓- unpopular hp opinion—leave one and i’ll agree/disagree (I GOT THIS FROM SOMEONE I FORGOT WHO)

🪶- letter from hp character. leave a name and prompt (like angst or fluff) and i’ll write a letter to you from that person. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE, please for the love of god say it does.

okay now for the little message things

💌@fjorelaant : to my bae, my whore, my wife—i love you so much. literally the first time we talked you reached out and said how much you liked my fics, and now we uh..i don’t know how much i can share. but let’s just say what we do is concerning. AS IM WRITING THIS YOU JUST SENT IN AN IMAGE REQUEST OF YOU EATING MY ASS- (is everything okay at home?) ANYWAY BYE I LOVE YOU

💌@myloveforluna (aka myloveforyou) : wife wife wife you’re amazing. i love talking about my day with you AND WHEN YOU LET ME RANT THAG ONE TIME WHEWW. you’re one of my closest mutuals and i’m so happy you are. 💘💕💓💖i love and appreciate you very much💕💓💗💝💘

UMH those are the only two moots i actually TALK talk too...awkward. BUT TO MY OTHER MOOTS I LOVE YOU ALL VERY MUCH *leaves big fat smooches* @destourtereaux @astoria-malfcy @georgeweasleysbabe @dumbassswhore @eunoniaa @lottiebagley @90smalfoy @rockinggirl @ronbrokemyheart @justfangirlthingies @weasleyyyyyyy @drachoesimp @aetheralist @parker07potter @ronsonlywhore @ronbrokemyheart @reguluscore @anchoeritic @holden-caulfield @astramalfoy @amrtxntias @lunalovecroft @sweetnspicysimp @hellohellook @amourtentiaa @dracofnmalfoy @sultrypotter @drachoesimp @whipped-for-the-weasley-twins @saintlike78 THERES DEFINITELY SO MANY MORE, i use to write down all my moots but haven’t been doing that for...a while. ILL DO IT WHEN I GET HOME. if i didn’t tag you and you’re my moot, i’ll buy you chocolate don’t feel any less loved. BECAUSE I.LOVE.YOU. is this getting creepy? i’ll stop talking. ps. to the moots or just followers in general who always comment on my posts, there’s a special place in my heart for you.

okay end of the day, i love you all <3

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for cc : favorite soft boys from kdramas? leads or supporting or both haha.

I had to think about this for a bit, hence why I didn't answer last night when I was part zombie, lol.

Here are my top 12 recommendations:

Angel's Last Mission: Kim Dan <3 I watched this last last year and I'm still in love with Myungsoo's character so much!! He was the first character to come to my mind when I read this post. I couldn't recommend watching this drama enough. It's amazing, I'm still in withdrawals from it. And it's even inspired my own angel au (though, mine will be quite different)

Flower Boy Next Door: I've watched this drama so many times! Basically anything Yoon Shi Yoon touches is gold, but the supportive ways of his character Enrique is totally swoon-worthy and will make you melt for him.

Because This Is My First Life: Namsee is a formidable male lead here. Lee Minki did an excellent job in creating a really believeable character who's introverted, yet will go the mile to make sure the woman he loves is okay.

Still 17: I think Yang Sejong's character Gong Woojin is amazing. Sure he's suffered a great deal and has a very closed-off persona throughout, but he's so caring for all those around him, and he looks out for everyone in his own quiet ways. 100% fell in love with him and wanted my own Woojin in my life, haha.

Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo: Nam Joohyuk in this was the cutest puppy like boyfriend ever. How could you not fall for Joonhyung?! Ugh. I still smile every time I think of him in this.

Run On: Siwan's character is adorably naïve yet a wonderful and refreshing main. I love how he develops throughout, yet doesn't lose that kindness for the people around him and supports them endlessly. Bless him so much.

Where Stars Land: This is one of my absolute favourite dramas, and whilst Jehoon's character gets REALLY angsty and admittedly, is still very juvenile from his past experiences... he genuinely cares for people, even if people have really messed up his world. Ugh, I love him and I want to rewatch it for the 43895784239th time lol.

Extraordinary You: Am I a Baek Kyung fan over Haru? YES. Did I think Baek Kyung was jipped despite having the BEST character growth in this world? YES. Still will I put Haru on this list for being the softest sweetheart known to comic book character creations? YES.

Just Between Lovers: this is my favourite Junho drama for a reason. If you put aside the angst, and the trauma (considering they're main themes of this story, it's a little hard to) you can see a guy who's really out here doing his best for the people he cares about. Seriously, this drama makes me so emotional.

Hotel Del Luna: some might say Chansung wasn't soft all the time, but he's steadfast, and really calms down Manwol a great deal, so I love him. Also, major props for Lee Dohyun's character in this - I loved him even more.

When the Camellia Blooms: I admit, I didn't finish this drama. I just... yeah we won't get into my problems with it here... but I'm sure Haneul's character and the word "soft" go together.

Mystic Pop-Up Bar: Sungjae's character is a blessing. In fact, the trio leading this show, together are a blessing. I cried and laughed so much. But looking at Kang Bae as a character... he's so soft and adorable and wants good things for everyone *sighs happily*

I bet there's more I could think of... but after sitting here staring at my kdrama list, I think I better stop here... hahhaha.

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[yuujispinkhair]

listen I almost bought a plane ticket to come right over and cry in your arms but I reconsidered at these tags, I would never hit you !! lmfaooo

but I see why you said it 😭😭 it was so sad and gut wrenching and the angst !?!?! ohhhhh all I want is for them to be happy and the ending ripped out my guts cause of course megs is gonna hold it all I just to make sure yuuji stays happy

you're so wonderful winter 💙

I'll just cry myself into a nap cause yeah

Ahahaha Ri!!! I saw your tag about coming into my inbox, and I GOT SCARED AF!!!! I'm glad you won't hit me lmaooo 😂💗

Ikr?? Gumi is such a good guy aww! His love for Yuuji is so selfless. 😭💗 And the way they both saved each other and were more worried about the other than themselves aaaahhhhh!! But yeah, Gumi has to wait a bit before he can claim his Yakuza Prince. I need Yuuji bae for some more fics I think, and he has to be single for those :) But the boys have fun together, and I'm sure Yuuji took very good care of Megumi when he came home from the hospital.

I low key want Sukuna to destroy the Zenin clan in the future so Toji becomes King and Megumi is the Zenin Yakuza Prince. And then we have two sexy Yakuza Princes!! 💗😍

Love youuuuu 💗

[lucciluvr]

hi devil fruit anon here!! I'm so sorry I rambled so much into your inbox I just realized how long my asks were when I saw them on my dash T_T but I just needed to share my angsty ideas with /someone/ because I refuse to suffer alone with these ideas!! honestly I sometimes feel sorry when I write my favs hurting this much but also... writing heartwrenching stuff is Fun . such as a sheltered, aspiring pirate you being brutally taught what the pirate reality is, realizing that you need to hurt others to protect yourself, and maybe kidd?? or doffy?? idk but they're just finding it so amusing that you're just mentally spiraling downwards from being hit with the cold, ruthless reality of what it means to be on the seas.

BAE ITS ALR I LOVE ANONS AND RECEIVING LONG MESSAGES IN MY INBOX <3333 i understand the need to share heartwrenching ideas omg, also i hope i follow you and read what you write 🤞. and EUGH KIDD AND DOFFY WITH THAT PROMPT? toxic relationship angst >>>>>!!! sweet and kind reader slowly getting manipulated and ruined out of their innocence to a merciless and cold reality... delicious.

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collected positivity from the depths of my inbox

@alteredcanon: /such anon - You are a goddamn gem of a human being, and I adore you for putting up with my shit on a fairly regular basis, and for being patient with me as I annoy you probably, and do things like join a writing discord server and then not write for like a year or something. Here's to many more shenanigans in the future.

Anon: You are a great friend and I'm really looking forward to roleplaying with you. I'm always happy to see you on my dash.

@artifixer: //anon// you da bae. that is all.

@triskelicn: */ there's literally so many things i love about you. you are so warm and inviting, you're so positive and you help to keep me on my toes, especially when i'm feeling down. you've helped me get more in tune with my sexuality, because a lot of the time i do flounder in that area. you're amazing at organizing and i find myself doing similarly? your portrayals are rich and deep, angst-ridden, i could prattle on and on but definitely think that you're somewhat of a landmark in my life and i don't want to lose you. really don't. you're definitely someone special, of course, not just to me either. xoxoxo.

@wcrstarter: monroe is the best and a delight to have on my dash, let it be known <3