#I’m supposed to be doing schoolwork rn

[currentlyreadingawesomefanfics]

Today on March 28, 2024, I decided I wanted to start art commissions. Why? A little cash to do things I’d like would be much better than sitting at home bored with no way to feed my itch to buy gardening supplies! Why is this even important? I like drawing and I’d like to draw things for other people.

[moominpopzz]

how long do y’all think Ashe had to sleep in Mark’s bed with him after what happened to her mom. How often do you think Mark would try to put Ashe to bed and she’d run to him minutes after he leaves her room and begged him not to leave her. How often do you think Mark would hold her while she slept, staying awake for nights on end so that when she woke up screaming and sobbing from nightmares he could be awake to comfort her.

Do you think she moved back to her own room on her own or that she got to an age where Mark slowly started making her go back to her room instead. Do you think he’d sit in there and wait until she fell asleep or with his work one day he just stopped letting her crawl into bed with him. Do you think there were nights where when she could only fall asleep in his bed he’d carry her back to her room and she’d wake up, alone, in the room that damn book was in, do you think she’d just scream until Mark ran in to check on her?

[shatterthefragments]

…I don’t want to go home

Both my parents are sick (dads possibly getting a bit better we think) and I’m probably getting sick too?

And so. Even though I’ve already been caretaking a bit for mum bc she’s far more anxious than I am and needs the support. She says she’s fully sick now. So. I have to Be Ready and fully get stuff done. On top of a full time job, school, and my other sort of job ( and hobbies fall to the side).

Anyway. Grab some potatoes and lemons (soup and feel-better-lemons). Laundry. Make the goddamn soup and make sure mum eats. (Dad at least cooks for himself even though that’s probably why she/we are sick now) Shower (or I could put it off until tomorrow)

…but I need to eat something first before I drive tbh.

Also not to be SALTY AF but when I had Covid I was able to prevent anybody else in the house from getting it and (unless it’s a variety that doesn’t show up on the tests over several days of peak symptoms bc we had him ) dad gets sick and gets more comfortable around the house and then everyone else gets sick?!? Not cool.

Also I meant to bring my splints with me but I only have one brace that I’ve been alternating which feels worse at the time and I want to wash them too. Maybe this one that I’ve been wearing all the time and the splints can wait since I’ve just been sleeping with them.

Anyway. 😩

[treysimp]

i’m sick as a dog rn (i think it’s just a cold but it’s got me DOWN) and was wondering if you could do headcanons of either the second or third years taking care of a sick reader 😭

Aww! Me too lovely! Self-indulgence coming right up! 🛎🍳

Taking Care of You When You're Sick 🤧(GN!Reader/Octavinelle: Azul, Floyd, Jade)

Rating: G

Tags: Reader’s body not described nor are pronouns used, fluff, reader has a cold, Floyd says something suggestive but nothing actually happens haha, implied pining.

Words: 2k

Author’s notes: I ended up writing a short story rather than headcanons, whoops? Snipped it to just the Octotrio due to the length, haha. I just came down with a cold too, (as if just having recovered from surgery wasn't enough lol) so we can both project onto some cute fish boys to drown our sorrows together. 😖

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Azul Ashengrotto:

He has no idea what to do (affectionate). Azul will notice your absence from daily activities fairly quickly. He had the schedules memorized of the more ah... let's call them 'notable' students, and that includes you. Grim had been attending classes, but if anyone asked him where you were he would just say something about him 'not being your babysitter'. This was technically correct because you were in fact, Grim's babysitter, but it wasn't worth the breath one would waste arguing with him.

By overhearing the conversation between some of your socially impaired first-year groupies, it appeared you were sick. This bothered him greatly. Humans were much more susceptible to disease than mermen and pathetic as it was, he felt a tinge of charity pull at his heart upon hearing that you were ill. He supposed that he could visit.

Armed with a ‘how to take care of a sick human’ article on his phone, a reusable bag, and a full wallet, he raided Sam’s shop for all of the things that are supposed to make even the frailest of humans feel better. He debated calling in Jade and Floyd for their assistance in taking care of you, but he decided the snide comments of the twins weren’t worth the possible benefits. If you want a job done right, you have to do it yourself after all. Armed with soup, tissues, multiple types of medicine, and hot and cold patches, Azul makes his way to Ramshackle.

He knocks, but no response. He supposed he should have guessed as much, it’s not like the ghosts would answer and Grim is doing whatever that fiery tanuki does on the daily.

“Prefect?” He called, pushing on the doorknob to find it unlocked. With a shrug he traipses inside, scanning around the lounge, the bathroom, and the kitchen. It was beaten to hell, but there was a charm to the small things you had littered around the place to make it feel like home. A tied rag potholder here, a stained apron there, he felt a small smile spread across his face. Cute. Terribly kitsch and with no sense of room appeal, but cute.

A floorboard creaked upstairs, and he figured that was where you might be. Azul headed up the stairs and softly called your name, hearing a loud ‘BWUH’ come behind a door that he assumed was yours. Knocking softly, he called out to you again.

“May I come in?” He asked, plastering on his proper salesman face. You so owed him for this display of goodwill.

“A-Azul? Uh, yeah.” You called, voice audibly hoarse and nasally.

Azul swept into your room and set down his bag of goods, sweeping over your room curiously for information. It was the cleanest room in the whole house, but that was like saying that you got second place out of three entries. There were your books and schoolwork, some knickknacks and souvenirs that your friends had undoubtedly given you, but it was otherwise quite bare. As to be expected, he supposed. After a moment of silence, his eyes finally fell on you. Your eyes were red and glassy, your lips chapped, and you were covered in goosebumps. He felt his heart skip a beat.

Wait, what…?

Azul slapped his hand to his chest instinctually, surprised at the sudden feeling that was washing over him. On the other hand, you looked at him with ever-increasing skepticism.

“How can I help you Azul?” You rasp, eyes flicking between his face and the bag that he had dropped on your floor. Azul looked a little flushed. Was it hot in here? Your fever was making it difficult to tell.

“I just ah…” Azul began, his pulse fluttering as he looked for a good explanation. “I just wanted to…”

Your brow was raised amusedly. How often did anyone get to see Azul of all people be at a loss for words?

“I just wanted to make sure that someone had thought to take care of you… since you’re alone here, and all.” He finished, the flush on his cheekbones darkening. He thought back to the times that his family had taken care of him when he was sick, and also the times that they hadn’t. The times that he was alone. And you, you were always that alone, weren’t you?

“Please allow me to help you… on the house.” He finished, eyes looking anywhere but at you.

“I see.” You say. You eye his bag, his expression, the way his hair was windswept in an uncharacteristic way, “Thank you, Azul.”

“You’re… very welcome.”

Floyd Leech:

He has no idea what to do (insult). Azul had returned from Ramshackle earlier that day in an uncharacteristically spacey mood, and he had a suspicion that it had something to do with you. Telling Jade that he was heading out, he walked to the decrepit building. Opening the door without knocking, he saw that one of Azul’s bags was on the table. Huh.

Rifling through the contents, he found supplies for human colds. Putting two and two together, his face curled into a smirk.

“Azul is making shrimp scampi, huh?” He giggled, cracking himself up with his joke. The soup was chicken noodle, but you had to work with the material you were given. Waltzing his way upstairs to your room, he slammed the door open, which woke you up with a start.

“W-what? Floyd?” You yelled, holding your blanket to your chest in surprise.

There was a slight sliver of skin exposed from the buttons of your pajama top had come loose. Floyd’s eyes flicked to your slipping collar and then back to your face, giggling while he strode forward, flopping to a seat next to you.

“Shrimpy, what is it about you, huh?” He asks, getting dangerously close to your face as his eyes scan for any microexpression that might give away your secret.

“You’re just so… different, aren’t you?” He asked, trailing a finger down the line between your ribs. You frowned and slapped his hand away.

“Floyd, I’m too tired for your weird teasing, okay? Get away, I don’t want to get you sick too.” You chide, trying to push him to his feet and off of your bed with your germy self.

Floyd clicked his tongue, “Aww, don’t be like that. Idiots don’t get colds you know? I’ll be fine.” He said with a grin, the low light sparkling off of his pointed teeth.

You frowned. You highly doubted that but you also knew so little about mermen that he might be right? Ugh, why was everything so confusing?

“Aww, your face is so cute.” Floyd cooed, squishing your cheeks like dough. “Should I sleep here with you? Will that make you feel better?” He asked, getting uncomfortably close again.

“Flowyed, stut upf.” You whined, words muffled by Floyd’s vice grip on your face.

“Fish are cold-blooded, you know? I’d be like an ice pack for your feverish ‘Lil head.” He continued, seemingly convincing himself more than you about why this was such a good idea.

“If you’re really good, we can snuggle naked?”

“FLOYD!”

“Fine, fine, you’re no fun,” Floyd sighed, finally standing up and walking towards your hall. He looked over his shoulder at you as he was closing the door, a mischievous sparkle in his eye.

“I’ll come to sleep with you when you’re well instead. Later!” He cackled, slamming the door shut to shield himself from the pillow you had tried to lob directly at your face.

Feeling even warmer than you had a minute ago, you collapsed in a huff and yelled into your pillow in frustration.

This freaking eel was going to kill you.

Jade Leech:

Something was apparently in the air today, because both Azul and Floyd had gone to visit the Ramshackle Prefect. Jade had to admit that he was quite fond of them, their naïveté about the world they had found themself in was quite entertaining to watch, especially as it pertained to non-humans such as himself. One day they had taken multiple hours to quiz him about merpeople, their food, their culture, and even their anatomy. Jade had offered a “demonstration” on the anatomy portion, but they had sadly refused his kindness. A pity.

Both Azul and his brother had returned with significant mood changes. Azul had returned in a strangely introspective mood, staring dazedly out the windows with his brows knit in thought and then locking himself in his office for the last few hours, clearly wrapped up in some sort of project.

On the other hand, while Floyd was similarly distracted, he seemed quite frustrated. He was being fairly active on campus, running around in search of stimulation. Jade recognized this as being one of Floyd’s many coping mechanisms when he was actively trying to distract himself. How very interesting.

Walking up to Ramshackle, Jade was distracted by the thought of how the gloomy and decrepit building could be well utilized as a greenhouse for some tricky plants he had hoped to cultivate. He filed away that thought for later, perhaps the Prefect would be willing to trade him some growing space in one of the spare rooms at a later date. He would just need to think of something that they wanted enough to give it to him. Well, he was here anyway, might as well try and find out.

Entering the charming hovel of the entryway, Jade notices the Prefect’s shoes discarded next to the doorway. He certainly did not trust the floor enough to do the same.

Walking up the stairs, Jade decided that the best bet would be simply to beeline to the Prefect. He had brought his mushroom risotto along with him, thinking that you might appreciate a home-cooked meal when you were ill. The feedback he had received upon serving it in the cafeteria was quite positive from the other humans, so he was about 70% sure this particular species of fungi was not lethal to your species. Well, the ones from here at least. That is what the other 30% is for.

Rapping his knuckles lightly on the door, he heard a quiet ‘come in’ from inside the room. Jade turned the knob and let himself inside, holding up the thermos with risotto in one hand and one with peppermint tea in another.

“I apologize for the intrusion.”

“Jade?” You ask, “Wow, I think I’ve had more visitors from Octinavelle today than when you all tried to steal this place.” You graveled, weak cough shaking your body as you laugh.

Jade gives you a warm, genuine smile. His face crumples into a melodic laugh, a real one, and he covers his face to stifle the sound.

“Well, the location is still quite ideal if you ever change your mind.” He says, stepping forward to place the food he brought on your nightstand. “Food and drink, I get the feeling that you might not make some otherwise.”

You look wide-eyed at the two containers, carefully picking them up and unscrewing the caps to see the contents. Through your stuffed-up nose you could smell a hint of mint, and the risotto looked decadently buttery.

You looked to Jade, and he motioned to the attached cutlery. Taking a wary bite, your mouth was met with something both delicious, hearty, and oddly familiar. Had you had this before? Your heart skipped a beat at how tender this moment felt. Jade’s eyes looked lidded and fond while tears threatened to well up in the corners of your eyes.

“I-I really needed this, I think.” You say, your ‘D’s sounded like ‘B’s due to your stuffy nose. “Thank you very much, Jade.”

Jade nods, looking pleased. You continue eating your fill and then allow Jade to gather his dishes, promising that he will come again soon with another dish. You were fairly excited at the prospect.

Jade pauses for a moment at the door, seemingly in thought. He returns to your side, but before you can question him, you feel a warm peck at your forehead.

“Feel better.”

Jade leaves as fast as he came in. You sit there flustered and confused.

Is this just a merman thing or what?

Pray for me! I hate phlegm with my entire body, I want to die and to kill at the same time. Why hast mine own body forsaken me?

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[edgy-ella]

My ADHD tangents have been fuckin WILD lately. I went from “are people with autism more likely to be into bondage” to “so what do butchers do with all that blood after they kill an animal and splay open its carcass” to “the divide between cartoons and ‘adult’ cartoons as codified by South Park did just as much to hurt the animation industry as it did to help it” in the span of like 10 minutes and I’m supposed to be doing schoolwork rn

[honestlydarkprincess]

i’m supposed to be doing schoolwork rn but ooooohh tumblesssss

[otter-pup]

I’m supposed to be doing schoolwork rn but I am too fuckin horny to function

[doeyedbambi]

tired doesn’t even describe what i’m feeling🥹 idk why but it feels like my adderall isn’t working fr anymore…like i take it basically as soon as i wake up and before i would be able to focus throughout the whole day but lately after work i can’t focus on anything i need to do(literally i’m supposed to be doing schoolwork rn and here i am…typing)

[anon-vent-or-advice]

I know this seems kind of minor but I am in tears about this rn. I do a self-paced online school but I have to take tests in person once every year. My mom got notified of this and told me to change my sleep schedule for the test, but she never told me what day the test would be, just that it was in March, or what time of the day it was, so I had to guess. I was too afraid to ask her, because she has a habit of getting mad or putting me down whenever I talk to her. I spent a month trying to change my sleep schedule, which resulted in me getting around 4 hours of sleep every day. When I’m sleep deprived, my motivation for work goes way down. Normally I’m supposed to spend 5 hours a day on schoolwork, but being sleep deprived made me only spend 1 hour average each day, so now I’m way behind. I know a lot of this was my fault since I could’ve just powered through my lack of motivation, but it irritates me that this could have been easily avoided if I’d just known what time the test was because I just found out, and turns out I could’ve done nothing to my sleep schedule and still be fully awake for the test. But now, the hour of the test is the same hour I go to sleep. My natural sleep schedule changes nightly (sleeping at 9 P.M. one day then 10 P.M. the next day and 11 P.M. the next) and it happened to line up well with the test if I did nothing. I can understand if my mom didn’t know this—she doesn’t pay much attention to when I sleep and wake up, so it probably just seems like a random and chaotic schedule with no known coherence to her. It just irritates me that so much trouble could have been avoided if she just told me when the test would take place. Then she belittled me about my lack of preparation. I know this is also partially my fault, because I should’ve just asked, but it never seriously crossed my mind because I’m terrified of talking to her. The test is today, so there’s nothing I can do to change this, I just wanted to get this off my chest.

I understand this. The communication was lacking between you two and it happens to me way more than it should. I’m not sure why your mom would be mad or why she’d talk down to you; that’s not how a mother should react. If at all possible, I think you two could use a sit down and have a heart to heart about this. It honestly could be a misunderstanding. I tend to overreact/overthink things, so I understand that it may seem like she’s mad or something and she very well could be but it could just be a misconception on your part as well. Not trying to put blame on ANYONE just telling you my perspective of how things could be based on my experience although I know everyone is different. My sleep schedule is just like yours so I’d probably react the same way. I like to know details so I can plan accordingly. I don’t like leaving things to the last minute if it can be helped so I totally get where you’re coming from.

[ryukatters]

A/N: This is extremely self indulgent. I am y/n. And I want to drop out of school so bad /hj. I’m running on a daily double shot of espresso. Also see this could have been a number of people (I’m looking at you Eren and Armin) but I want Levi rn

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x gn! Reader

Summary: No bc Levi??? Pulling you away from your schoolwork bc you’re so stressed?? Because he cares about you? He’s knows he’s not the best example of self-care but he knows that even the most hardworking people have a breaking point.

Content/warnings: University! AU but are we surprised, fluff, something slightly suggestive at the end. Also this is not proofread LOL

Minors are allowed to read this, but please do not follow me.

“You’ve been here all day. Let’s get you home.”

“Levi? What are you still doing here? I thought your class ended an hour ago.”

“That it did,” he affirms, setting his satchel on the table with a sigh. The library is pretty packed, full of the students who frequent it and those who are hoping to cram during the peak of midterm season.

“You look like shit.”

“Gee, thanks babe. Ever the gentleman, I see,” you deadpan. You turn back to your laptop with a huff, determined to finish the last few minutes of your podcast.

He snorts. “When was the last time you got any sleep?”

You click pause on your lecture once again. It takes you a while to respond, the fatigue obviously beginning to catch up to you and fog your memory.

“I took a nap in the commuter lounge before my biopsych lecture,” you recount, idly taping your pen against the table. “The chairs are actually pretty comfortable. You should try it sometime.”

The raven quirks one eyebrow at you derisively, clearly unimpressed at your billet of choice.

“I meant a proper amount of sleep.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. While you appreciate how much your boyfriend cares about you (even if his way of showing it was insulting you), you really needed to finish studying.

Deciding to ignore his question, you turn back to your device, pointedly clicking your mousepad and diving back into your professor’s monotone voice drawling on about God knows what. You hope he gets the message to either stay there and be quiet or to get up and leave. He does neither. Instead, Levi takes the liberty of closing your laptop, and pulling your headphones off and placing them in their respective case. You lack the energy to even fight back. You know better than to yell at him, unless you want the floor’s attention to be on the two of you. You suppose glaring at him would suffice. For now.

“You’re one all nighter away from turning into a zombie,” and as if to prove a point, he cups both sides of your face, slightly calloused thumbs tracing the dark circles that have decided to fix themselves under your eyes. He frowns.

“You’re one to talk about getting sleep,” you snort, not making any effort to escape his touch. In fact, you welcome it. There is something so tender and gentle in it that if it were the past, you would find it hard to believe that it was from the man in front of you. Yet, you can see the hint of fondness and worry that dusts his features as he studies you.

“Funny.”

“Yep,” you chirp.

“Let’s go home. I’ll make you dinner.”

The thought of protesting doesn’t even cross your mind as Levi packs the rest of your items into your backpack and he slings it over his shoulders. He grabs his own belongings before offering a hand out to you. You take it, smiling when he squeezes yours gently. He leads the both of you out the automatic doors and across the courtyard of your university. It’s dark now, your path illuminated by the lamp posts that decorate the pavilion.

“Levi?”

“Hm?”

“You’re the best, you know that?”

“Tch. Please, spare me,” he grumbles.

“You’ll make me my favorite meal, right?”

Silence. You know that’s a yes.

“Can I have dessert too?”

“Now you’re pushing it, brat. But sure, you can get dessert,” he promises, the corner of his lips quirking up. Levi pauses his stroll to bring his face close to yours. There’s a suspicious glint in his eyes for a fleeting moment, but before you can even question it, it’s gone.

“You can have dessert,” he reiterates, his breath tickling your lips. “As long as I get to have you afterwards.”

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[tobiosmilktea]

umpah umpah! smau

↪︎ bokuto x f!reader x iwaizumi

[026] — plan b!

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a/n: so my midterms are coming up so i’ve been really busy with schoolwork, but i really wanted to update so sorry if this was rushed 😔😔 this chapter was also supposed to be much longer but i wasn’t going to have enough time to finish and post it today

semi was a ball of nerves waiting to erupt at any second. usually, he was never the type to feel this way for anything—not for volleyball, or performing his music—yet, something about today made him more anxious than he had hoped. granted, maybe it was the lingering tension in the air that shit could potentially hit the fan and everything will be ruined due to a fuck up. 

it wasn’t like what they were doing was illegal. if anything, satomi committed a crime progressively worse than sabotaging someone’s job. he supposes the root of his unsteady nerves and sweaty palms was the fact that no one new what would happen if this plan doesn’t work. if this gets out, it would be game over for you and the film knowing it might get bad rep.

kaori flickers a look laced in a sense of slight worry at the musician next to her. even with a mask covering half his face just to spare him from the idea that anyone might’ve recognized him wasn’t enough for him to feel the slightest bit of ease.

she pats him on the shoulder as he glances slightly at satomi. “we got this, semi. now come on, let’s get this shit over with.”

the pair stand from their table, empty coffee cups in one hand while their empty trays that used to be filled with pastries in the other. upon nearing the trash bin next to satomi’s table, semi could’ve swore his throat closed up as he swallowed his nerves. as kaori swipes the trash into the bin, semi braces himself slightly as he collapses onto the coffeeshop floor, sending a loud thud echoing across the room.

a smile threatened to met upon kaori’s lips as she looked at the boy with eyes wider than saucers. she even had to hold herself back from emitting a snicker the moment she let out an audible gasp. 

she dropped down to her knees, ignoring the sting from impact and letting the act take over her. she shouts, “help! is there a doctor here to help my husband?” faux groans of pain leaves semi clutching at his injured ankle as he flickers a look at kaori. he holds back a smile, “he has a serious case of myasthenia!”

did she really search up medical terminology the night prior to make the act seem more realistic? yes, yes she did. and did it make sense at that current situation? probably not, but surely it worked with the light murmuring conversations of the coffeeshop turned into protruding stares and harsh whispers.

“should i call an ambulance?” a stranger asks innocently.

“no!” both kaori and semi shout in unison much harsher than they anticipated.

“it’s fine, i think i can help.” a voice says, causing the pair to snap their heads towards its source. satomi kneels next to semi before sticking her hand out for them to shake, “i’m yahagi satomi,” she greets before pulling out her medical card, “i’m a licensed physical therapist. can i ask what’s wrong?”

wow, how professional. kaori thought (god, she couldn’t stand this girl). she let semi do the talking. she honestly can’t see why he was so nervous in the first place considering he’s quite the natural. he hasn’t stumbled over his words or seem suspicious whatsoever that maybe this plan was going smoother than she thought. or at least until satomi looks at her watch.

“as much as i would like to help you, there’s not much i can do since you’re not my patient.” shit, semi mouths beneath his mask. the mild feeling of relief in the two left just as quick as it came when satomi sighed out, “i think you call an ambulance if it’s serious.”

semi and kaori were completely dumbfounded. they were left there staring at her figure in awe as she gathered her things in a hurry.

semi nudges the girl by him, “what the fuck do we do now?”

“fuck,” kaori curses as she pulls out her phone, “there’s nothing we can do now.”

fun facts! —

akaashi was initially part of the plan at first, but so much work had to be done for the movie. like homeboy is stressing rn just so they can have revenge

sugawara and yuko were waiting in bear mascot costumes in front of this bear themed cafe

they were having a wholeass photoshoot while waiting to call plan b (which they hoped wouldn’t happen but it did lmao)

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[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

AIGHT, SO MY @lego-sand SENT ME THE LINKS TO THE LAST TWO EPISODES OF SEASON 15 AND I ACCIDENTALLY PUSHED PLAY ON THE LIVE STREAM AND WATCHED THE WHOLE ENDING OF THE LAST EPISODE WITHOUT WATCHING THE REST OF THE SEASON AND LET ME TELL YOU HAVE SOME WORDS

[Ninjago Season 15 finale spoilers below cut]

MY EXPECTATIONS WERE LOW BUT BOY 

BOI 

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SAND’S BEEN SENDING ME MESSAGES ABOUT THIS WHOLE SEASON WHILE THEY’VE BEEN WATCHING IT, SO I GOT CONTEXT BUT 

LOOK

LOOK

IF YOU’RE GOING TO ESSENTIALLY KILL OF OUR MAIN FEMALE PROTAGONIST THE LEAST 

THE LEAST

YOU COULD DO IS MAKE HER BROTHER ACTUALLY SAD ABOUT IT 

WHERE’S MY KAI SCREAMING HER NAME AND CHASING HER AS SHE DIVES OFF THE BUILDING??? WHERE’S MY NINJA SURGING FORWARD TO STOP HIM FROM THROWING HIMSELF OFF AFTER HER WHLE JAY STANDS, IN SHOCK, TOO NUMB TO EVEN DO ANYTHING?? 

WHERE IS IT NINJAGO?????

KAI DIDN’T EVEN CRY 

WU DID MORE THAN THEM!!!

WU

LIKE, SURE, THEY WERE SAD

BUT LIKE

COME ON

THAT’S THEIR BABY SISTER

THAT’S THE LOVE OF JAY’S LIFE

THAT’S LLOYD’S BIG SISTER

THIS IS NYA WE’RE TALKING ABOUT

I WILL ONLY ACCEPT THIS ENDING IF KAI IS IN DENAIL AND WILL HAVE A BREAKDOWN IN THE NEXT SEASON 

“We can change you back,” he says unshakably. He’s not worried because they always get them back, right?

I WILL ONLY ACCEPT THIS IF HE’S IN DENIAL, CATCH THESE HANDS 

GIMME THE KAI, LATER, GETTING HIT WITH JUST HOW REAL IT IS. THAT HIS BABY SISTER IS GONE. 

RIGHT AFTER THE FUNERAL HE GOES BACK TO HIS ROOM AND IT HITS HIM AND HE DROPS THE BOWL THAT HE WAS STILL CARRYING BECAUSE HE FORGOT TO BUT IT DOWN AND IT SHATTERS. HE CRACKS. 

COME ON!!

WHERE

WHERE’S IT AT NINJAGO??? 

WHERE’S KAI FALLING TO HIS KNEES AND SOBBING??? 

WHERE’S KAI GETTING SO ANGRY HE RIPS UP HIS ROOM, TEARS IT APART, BURNS EVERYTHING AND SCREAMS

WHERE IS IT??????

I SWEAR I’LL WRITE THIS MYSELF IF I HAVE TO

HECK

HECK

AND NYA

I HATE HOW HAPPY SHE WAS 

NYA

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU’RE HAPPY, BUT BECOMING ONE WITH THE OCEAN WASN’T HER CHOICE. SHE DIDN’T WANT IT!!! IT WAS FORCED OUT OF NECESSITY!!! SHE BARELY FEELS ANYTHING FOR THEM ANYMORE, HER EMOTIONS ARE A GHOST OF WHAT THEY WERE, DROWNED OUT BY THE OCEAN, SHE’S DROWNED IN THE OCEAN. 

SHE’S HAPPY BUT NOT FOR THE RIGHT REASONS, SHE’S HAPPY BECAUSE NOW, IN ALL THAT WATER, IT’S ALL SHE KNOWS, IT’S ALL SHE CARES ABOUT. THEY ERASED EVERYTHING SHE WAS, THE PERSON SHE WAS IS GONE LIKE, BRO???? 

I

THEY COULD NOT HAVE DONE WORSE 

The part where everyone showed up for the funeral was good tho. Well done. Panning out and showing just how many people she and the rest of em have helped. That was nice. 

BUT LIKE 

WHERE’S MY JAY AND KAI GRAVITATING TOWARDS EACH OTHER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT FOR COMFORT BECAUSE THEY’RE THE ONLY OTHER PERSON WHO UNDERSTANDS WHAT IT’S LIKE TO LOVE NYA, WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE WILLING TO DO ANYTHING FOR HER, TO LOVE HER WITH EVERYTHING THEY ARE??? SHE’S THEIR WHOLE WORLD!!!

JUST!!!!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

NINJAGO, WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK 

SHE CALLS THEM FRIENDS

NINJAGO, THE LEAST YOU COULD HAVE DONE WAS HAVE HER CALL THEM HER FAMILY BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT THEY ARE

AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHASDJKFANGBAIEFJAOW;IEFOMAMOWEIFJAWEFMAOIWFG

*BREAKS TABLE* 

I HAVE BEEF WITH THE NINJAGO WRITERS NOW

YOU HAVE TO MAIN FEMALE PROTAGONISTS AND YOU BASICALLY ERASED ONE 

COME ON DUDE 

I will only accept everyone’s lack of reactions as detail, they do not plan to mourn because they will be getting her back. 

If the next season isn’t Kai running himself into the ground trying to find a way to bring her back I’ma  RIOT 

YOU CAN’T JUST MAKE NYA THE OCEAN 

Also, is she gonna run into the previous master of water? Ain’t she still the ocean too??? TURF WAR???

HECK I DUNNO, I’M A MESS RN LAKSMDF;AOGHAWE I’M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING SCHOOLWORK AND INSTEAD I’M SCREAMING ABOUT THIS 

GODS, GUESS I’MA HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING TO FIX THIS, I’M TERRIBLE AT FIX IT FICS, BUT I’M GOING TO MAKE KAI AND THE OTHERS ACTUALLY FEEL EMOTIONS OVER THIS IF IT KILLS ME 

[sociallyineptbibliophile]

I’m supposed to be doing schoolwork rn, but here I am, writing tony the tiger/alec lightwood fanfiction :/

[jesswritesthat]

hey babe! i love your writing so much!!! so i recently watched kaguya-sama: love is war and i was wondering if you could do a headcanon of kuroo, bokuto and atsumu where their crush gets sick and they visit her and she drags them into her bed to sleep with them? you can decide how it ends. thank you so much in advance if you do end up writing this! i love you and take care of youself💞

Hello lovely! Thank you so much for this, I’ve never seen Kaguya-Sama but it sounds really cute. Also take care of yourself too and I hope these are okay! Much love 💕

Summary: Bokuto, Kuroo and Atsumu checking up on their sick crush headcanons

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Bokuto Kōtarō:

• Has felt like he's been missing something all day but couldn't quite decipher what it was until Akaashi mentions how you're off sick.

• Thats when your phone is bombarded with ‘urgent’ messages inquiring about your wellbeing to the dramatic extent of:

[ Kou: (N/N)! You haven't answered me yet, are yOu StiLl AliVe?! ]

[ (N/n): no ]

[ Kou: Aw, can I have your cool headphones then, since you won't be needing them anymore? 😁💕 ]

[ (N/n): Wow Kou, I'll haunt your dumbass at Volleyball games for that. ]

[ Kou: Even in death, your support means everything to me. ]

• Despite his nonsense he kept updated with you throughout the school day by sending memes in hopes of raising your spirits. The most peace you got was during Volleyball Club time - the Ace too invested to message you at that point.

• At the end though he calls his team for a serious discussion and they're all expecting major improvements on their gameplay ready for Nationals.

But no.

"What can I get (N/n) to make her feel better, this is crucial. I need only good ideas!"

• They all knew about his crush on you, he wasn't exactly secretive about it but you were none the wiser. Even so, Fukurōdani offered what advice they could to their friend because like him, they cared about you too.

• "Akaashi picked up your schoolwork." Bokuto says as he walks into your room, waving the papers and placing them on your side.

"And you didn't think to take notes for me?"

"Nah, I wanted to bring you good stuff."

"Fair point."

• Bokutos likely brought everything he could find once he went home and changed/showered - he's got flowers, your favourite snacks, drinks, medicine and some movies to cure your boredom. Like how much do I owe you???

He's says it's fine though, in return you have to be better by tomorrow.

That's not how it works Kou.

• You're both seated on your bed watching some shitty movie when you start getting a bit sleepy and you just want warmth.

"Can you give me a hug Kōtarō? I just need a hug, I know how weird that sounds..."

• Doesn't even think twice about it, he practically tackles you onto the covers which elicits lovely giggles from you - the potential of him getting sick too isn't even considered, he's just focused on being with you and making you feel better.

• His arms are so warm and they’re beautiful, you forgot how toned he is and you grow so comfortable in his embrace. He’s also really relaxed about it and is calm enough to ramble on normally - except when you nuzzle against him during a cold shiver. Bokuto full on freezes mid sentence, releasing a cautious breath prior to changing the subject.

• It’s obvious he’s content with you though, and surprisingly falls asleep first which makes you laugh. Kōtarō keeps a strong but delicate hold on your body and is subconsciously receptive enough to your every move. You adjusted yourself slightly which stirred him, his voice is much huskier than before due to sleep but remains concerned.

“Can’t you sleep (Y/n)? I can-“

“I’m fine, you’re keeping me warm.”

• With a nod of understanding he’s gone again and you follow shortly afterwards, the both of you unintentionally making the nap a sleepover. Which you only realise the next morning - still in his arms even if the position has changed. You take a few minutes to enjoy it.

• Miraculously doesn't get sick, his immune system must be immortal as he's brimming with energy once he gets up. His radiance is actually contagious as you feel much better in yourself too and his vibrant attitude really motivates you for the day despite being physically exhausted from beating the flu.

• "Your partner is going to be blessed if you bring them breakfast, I mean talk about amazing." You comment as he brings up a plate that he’d crafted in your kitchen, which is surprisingly decent. You suppose he must keep his body fit somehow.

"My crush will have to do for now."

"Wait I - ah, you have a crush on me?"

"Hah, didn't you know? I never tried to hide it or anything."

Kuroo Tetsurō:

• Notices your absence immediately, he's observant by nature but especially where his crush is concerned and he isn't afraid to contact you before class starts.

• "Hey (Y/n), it's Kuroo, are you running late today?"

"Hnn, I'm not gonna make it. I tried but I feel awful - Sickness: 1, (L/n): 0." Already by the grogginess in your voice he can tell you're under the weather and winces at the sound of you stifling a cough.

"Ah geez, go to bed would you? And drink plenty of water, I'll inform the teachers and everything."

"Thanks Tetsurō, I owe you one."

• Will message you at regular intervals throughout the day regarding your health with cute little reminders. You were on his mind frequently, he’s lowkey worried okay?

[ Tetsu: Drink water, and eat breakfast if you can. ]

[ (Y/n): Yeah yeah I have, go learn something. ]

[ Tetsu: Why are you replying? Shouldn't you be sleeping it off - I don't want your germs. ]

[ (Y/n): Sharing is caring. ]

[ Tetsu: Oya? It took a cold for you finally admit you care, so is it gonna take a pandemic to say you love me? 😏 ]

[ (Y/n): 🖕🏻]

• Is actually considerate enough to tell you he'll swing by after practice, and asks if you want anything from the shop so you give basics like water and tablets. Comes equipped with the extra notes he's taken from all of your shared classes and requested papers from teachers in those you don't, so you're not falling behind.

• Aside from the bare minimum you requested, he chucks your favourite snacks on your desk stating that it’s important to keep morale high too. Liar. He just wanted to do something nice for you.

• Checks your temperature despite your protests of not being a child, he only does this because it vexes you and Kuroo finds that cute. As a silent apology for teasing the Hell out of you, he’ll make you some tea and you both get lost in conversation.

• Notices you’re starting to doze off, rest you should’ve had instead of texting everyone - but ensuring everything is fine, he’s about to stealthily exit until your fingers grasp his wrist and tug him back slightly.

"Stay Tetsurō..."

"You'll likely regret that request once you wake up."

"S'ok, it's you."

• The strength you have when tugging him into bed with you catches him completely off guard and he’s actually blushing - doesn’t know what to say but knows he has to at least maintain some composure.

“So uh, never knew you wanted me this badly.”

“Ugh shut up dumbass, I can feel your rapid heartbeat from here.”

“Right...”

• Kuroo goes all shy, you’ve wrapped your arms around his waist and are comfortably leaning against his side and he absentmindedly runs his fingers soothingly up and down your arm to settle his own nerves.

• It’s peacefully silent, simply enjoying one another’s company before he hears your muffled sniffles indicating you’ve fallen asleep and a soft smile graces his lips. If you were his, then he’d definitely kiss your forehead, and lips to be honest, but the fact you aren’t leaves him with a disappointed sigh.

• You both end up taking a nap, waking up wrapped in each other’s arms and noses practically touching which startled the Captain - Kuroo literally falling off of your bed with a yelp much to your amusement. Afterwards, he departs suggesting you get more rest, get better soon and he’ll see you at school next week.

• At least that was the plan, which altered with the text exchange the following morning.

[ Kuroo: Sharing is not caring, I wanted your snacks not your sickness! ]

[ (Y/n): RIP us. 💀 ]

[ Tetsu: You owe me one remember? I've got the house to myself this weekend so would you like to suffer together? I have blankets, entertainment and food. ]

[ (Y/n): Beats sniffling alone, I'll bring the tissues and drugs. ]

• So, you went over with a trail of sneezing in your wake and ended up snuggled with Kuroo under a blanket with a variety of games gracing the TV as you skilfully passed around the tissues. Aside from being ill, spending time like this with him was perfect.

• "Sickness: 2, (L/n) and Kuroo: 0..."

"No, Kuroo: 1.”

"How so? You K.O. a sneeze or something?"

"I got to spend the day with you didn't I? That counts as a win in my book."

"Tch careful, anyone would think the Scheming Captain cares~"

"I do smartass, I care about you a lot (Y/n)..."

Miya Atsumu:

• Atsumu wasn't one to act needy in any way, the only excuse for him to contact you in regards to your absence was to do it with a remark and hope you'd elaborate.

[ Atsumu: Yo, are ya ditching me to survive English on my own? That's cold (Y/n) 😭 ]

[ (Y/n): Sorry 'Tsumu, I'm too busy dying to care rn. Have a fun missing me loser. ]

[ Atsumu: Hah you wish, you alright tho? ]

• You're good friends but he's never really expressed genuine concern about you before, not verbally anyway. You thought the final "K" after you'd told him you were gonna rest would be the end of it.

So you were beyond surprised when he rocked up to your house later that evening.

• It took everything you had not to mock him for his embarrassed stature, solely flustered by the fact you'd seen him so considerate. Admittedly you were also exhausted and probably couldn't think of a snarky reply anyway.

• "What's up? Was there homework or - ugh, or something?"

"Huh? Oh I dunno. But uh, I got 'Samu to make you some Okayu, and a Umeboshi Tea since it's good for colds and stuff."

• Totally pestered Osamu all day to help him make you something and had to do stupid favours in return but Atsumu will deny it if you ever ask.

• “I love how you don’t care what you look like when you have guests over.”

“Take your stupid backhanded compliments and shove them up your pretty litt-“ You bite back, flipping him off in the process while Atsumu remains proudly victorious.

“Nah ah, is that any way to speak to the man who brought you dinner?”

“It’s the way to speak to the man whose currently annoying me.”

“You’re welcome, this is revenge for ditching me in class gorgeous~”

• Despite how irritating he could be, Atsumu stuck around for a bit to make sure you ate everything he’d brought and taken the appropriate medication.

• “Oh yeah, I brought that movie you were talking about the other day. Figured it might pass the time a bit.”

“Thank you! I’ll give it back once I’m better - thank you so much ‘Tsumu.”

Your excitement was endearing, and he had to collect himself a bit since admiring such little quirks was out of the question - his crush was bad enough as it is.

“Wanna watch it now? I haven’t got anything to do so I can give you spoilers.”

“Sounds good - and not a word!”

• You spent the afternoon watching the film and playfully wrestling the blonde in order to shut him up whenever he made an attempt to spoil it - he would never, but provoking you was too funny.

• You settle down later on, putting on a mindless tv show for background noise before collapsing onto your bed with groan. Atsumu raising a smug brow at your exhausted state as he threw his jacket on.

• "Wanna sleep with me?" It was innocent, at least you didn’t think much of it then.

"Do I what now?" He was smirking, thankful that your panic left you oblivious to the blush crawling up his neck at the mere insinuation alone.

"Sleep wit- ohh I did not think that through! I meant sleep in my bed, next to me, to help me drift off. Maybe it's the sleepiness or medicine but I really want you Atsumu..."

"Not helping your case at all." Again he smugly responded, dropping his jacket to the floor with a sly smile.

"Stop smirking and just hug me okay? Then you can leave and tease me about this later."

• Atsumu isn't awkward about it, subduing his nerves enough to pull you into his arms as he sits up - dutifully ignoring the butterflies in his stomach due to your close proximity and the intoxicating smell of your hair.

• Atsumu becomes unintentionally soft, his fingers slowly begin to glide through your hair and he hesitates when he feels the hum of contentment you release before continuing. Your whole body just relaxes against his and he subconsciously does the same, not even realising he was this tense around you - was his body always like that in your general presence?

• As you start quietly talking about nothing and everything, he notices a weakness - you’re a lot more open when drowsy and god he wants to take advantage but knows you’ll remember the questions he asked and murder him for it when you’re able.

• Intead he attempts to protect any dignity he thinks he has left with you - jokes on him, it’s absolutely none. You guys are way past that level and he knows it.

“You better get healthy quick, not that I care but English is really borin’ on my own ya know?”

"The people you truly care about must be really lucky to have you 'Tsumu..." The mumble is enough to make him roll his eyes, but he waits until you’re asleep to reply.

"Yeah... you are..."

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[writesowhatnext]

please don’t touch the artwork // fred weasley

Summary: Beauxbatons!reader has a thing for Fred – something their friends won’t let them forget.

Request: Hi, I’m not sure if you’re taking requests right now. But I have an idea for a Fred Weasley x reader where this takes place in the goblet of fire, and the reader is from Beauxbatons. Her friends keep teasing her whenever Fred flirts with her. Again I apologize if ur not doing requests rn ahhh

A/N: It took me forever to start this because I couldn’t decide whether French would help oml

Reader: female, Beauxbatons

Warnings: swearing I suppose

You had absolutely no intention of putting your name in the goblet of fire. All you wanted, if not just a holiday and a break from all the schoolwork Beauxbatons threw at you, was an English boy. Your friends, who were more enamoured with the French offerings of romance, thought you were crazy. Whilst you had to admit that French people did tend to be extremely attractive, and you were inclined to include yourself in that bracket, there was something about British guys that attracted you beyond belief. It was hard to explain to your friends why you wanted someone witty and funny; it was harder to explain why you thought Fred Weasley might be just that. And for your complete inability to explain, you were teased mercilessly.

Fred, as you learnt his name was, had caught your eye. When you first danced your way into Hogwarts’ great hall, you looked over the four tables of students with an excited nervousness. The nervousness seemed to fade away when you made eye contact with a ginger boy at the table with a red banner above it. He had a twin opposite him, who was hooting and clapping along with the rest of the students. He wasn’t clapping though; he just stared at you with a handsome smile. You bit your lip, looking away from his stare. When you looked back, though, he was still staring, completely unabashed. To say you were intrigued would’ve been the definition of an understatement.

“George,” Fred said, loud enough for George to hear over the music and his own cheering.

“Yeah, Fred?”

Both brothers stared at the Beauxbatons students. George’s eyes flicked from girl to girl; he made a face as one student he focused on turned out to be a boy but continued with his admiring anyway. Fred’s eyes, though, remained solely on you.

“There’s a girl over there-“

“There’s a lot of girls over there.”

“-And I’m going to make her mine.”

It took him less than twenty-four hours to come and find you. You’d been at the breakfast table with the other Beauxbatons students. Granted it didn’t take a detective to find you, but you were still surprised to see him saunter over, the shouts of his friends, and twin, behind him. Your friends’ chatter and laughing stopped when he got closer, all of you confused. You wondered why he was staring straight at you, remembering him from the day before.

“Bonjour,” he said smiling with his hands held behind his back. He seemed to be both aware and indifferent to how awkward and extremely British his French was and you couldn’t help but smile. Your friends laughed and you were glad when he didn’t seem offended by their giggling, he didn’t seem to even notice.

“Salut,” you replied, biting your lip to hide your smile. He nodded and then quickly looked down at the palm of his hand before looking back at you.

“Vous êtes belle.”

You felt your face heat up at his words, your friends’ giggles not helping. Somehow his clunky pronunciation and cheeky grin made the compliment even sweeter and you found your heart swelling a little that he was trying to impress you.

“Je suis Y/N.”

He frowned for a moment as if unprepared before his red eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. They drew downward again as he tried to figure out how to respond.

“Fred,” he nodded, hoping you’d understand – Hermione had only taught him how to compliment and he was frankly surprised he that he’d even got that far.

“Alors, merci, Fred.”

When you smiled at him, he swore he fell for you right there and then. His cheeks felt like they were going to burst as he mirrored your grin. He only snapped out of it when your friends started laughing at the both of you, with you grinning at each other like fools.

“Alright, well,” he tongued his cheek, wiping his leg with his hands. “See you later, then.”

“Bien sûr,” you muttered, biting your lip, smiling as the whole Beauxbatons table descended into hysterical laughter. As Fred raced back to his friends, you saw smudged black ink on his hand and you found your smile growing even wider.

You had a habit of seeing Fred in the corridors that next week. Nearly always from far away, you’d meet each other’s eyes and wave, sometimes he’d wink, and every time, your friends would giggle. He’d grown accustomed to their teasing; it didn’t bother him at all. He would’ve liked, though, to see you on your own – seemingly an impossible task. It wasn’t until before the champions announcement that he actually spoke to you again. You were stood by your table, talking to your friend, debating who would be picked for the tournament. You didn’t see him approach but familiar laughing from some of the girls sitting down gave you an inkling; you looked up to see Fred, smiling.

You excused yourself to your friend, crossing your arms loosely as you turned toward him. He cleared his throat, sending you a smile before fishing a ripped-up piece of parchment from his robes.

“Je pense-“

“Fred,” you said, stepping closer with a breathy laugh. Your hand hovered over his forearm. He didn’t seem to mind that you interrupted him, a smile lifting his cheeks at your closer proximity. “I speak English.”

“Oh, brilliant,” he sighed in relief, scrunching up the paper and throwing it over his shoulder. “Thanks for that; I bet your friends would’ve loved my little speech. Probably think I’m a right muppet.”

You couldn’t argue with him there.

“Ignore them. They are- how you say- arseholes?”

His smile grew at your words and it wasn’t long until you were both standing there, grinning at each other, again.

“You just get better, don’t you?”

You felt your face heat up and you hoped he didn’t notice how nervous he made you. Looking up at him to see his shit-eating grin, you realised he definitely did.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Yule Ball?”

You raised your eyebrows.

“With me, I mean.”

You let out a chuckle, pursing your lips at his slightly flustered expression.

“Avec moi-“ you heard your friend mimicking him behind you. With your mood souring slightly, you whipped around to face her, hitting her on the back of the head with your outstretched palm.

“Ta gueule!” you hissed, earning a teasing ‘ooh’ from the other students. You rolled your eyes, turning back to Fred.

You expected him to be put out by the mocking or your rudeness, but instead, he was staring at you with wide eyes, his lips parted in awe.

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly, running your hand up your arm nervously.

“Blimey, don’t be.”

Fred wet his lips with his tongue, smirking as your eyes widened and you remembered what he’d asked you.

“Oh! Yes,” you nodded. “I would love to go with you.”

He nodded, too, and you noticed his eyes flick down to your lips. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Sorry,” he crossed his arms cockily and you had to enjoy how confident he was. “I’m just enjoying the view.”

A laugh escaped your throat as a strange murmur filled the hall and people began to rush to sit down. You looked around, your mouth opening as you turned back to Fred. He was still staring at you.

“Oi, Fred!” his twin yelled from his table. Fred didn’t reply and you couldn’t help the amusement that twitched at your lips.

“I just need another minute,” he said, more to you than his twin.

“Y/N,” your friend pulled on your arm.

More and more people began to take their seats, with their headmaster, Dumbledore, walking to the front of the hall. And still, you and Fred stood there, staring at each other. It became more of a joke the longer you stood there; with both lots of your friends calling you to move. When nearly everyone was sat down, he huffed, tutting before walking backwards to his table. You sat down, still facing him.

“See you,” you said, wiggling your fingers in a wave.

“Oh, definitely.”

When he sat down, George nudged him with his shoulder.

“You stared at that poor girl for about ten bloody minutes-“

“Boy, is she worth staring at.”

The other Gryffindors set off in a round of laughter and jesting before Dumbledore began his speech and the whole hall fell silent. Whilst the tournament champions should’ve been interesting, Fred was much more interested in your profile. Throughout the announcement, he watched you with a smile, his grin growing when your eyes met his.

[nicoleheichou]

okay fuck

it's 3:23 am and im supposed to be asleep because i have a fucking ton of uni schoolwork to do but HEY i discovered this draken au at like 12:00 something and the way i literally BINGED IT IN THREE HOURS

dude where do i fucking start

im literally shaking rn my body is not good at handling this amount of emotions. IM SO WHIPPED FOR THIS FIC LIKE HOLY

E V E R Y T H I N G is just so damn well written, all the thrill and the emotions. i could literally feel the FUCKIGN PAIN in my chest with all the pRopOsAl tHinG and the butterflies with all those fluffy perfect moments *sobs*

AND DRAKEN MY POOR CONFUSED HIMBO BABY I DONT HATE YOU JUST PUT YOUR SHIT TOGETHER MAN I KNOW U CAN DO IT BOO

AND LIKE KAZUTORA BEING AN ANGEL????? HELLO???????? AND LIKE BAJI???????????????

i want them so bad you don't even have an idea, you just fueling my obsession for real (thank you tho it's been fun as fuck) and I DIDNT EVEN SIMP FOR KAZ BEFORE THIS FUCKSHIT BUT YOU MANAGED TO MAKE ME FALL AND okay i will calm down now

nah but for real, you literally made my night worth it, every second of self deprived sleep is just so damn worth it, your story made me so happy and overwhelmed with emotions and i'm so glad i casually stumbled upon it. i will now be around your works and just wait until you post again <333

you are so talented !!!!

oh and i would love love to be on your tag list please !!! thank you so much in advance

have a wonderful one and thank you again for sharing this with all of us, we havin the best time of our lives (even if we are actually internally screaming and suffering from exasperation and despair. the states????¿ you fuckingnsuqiejwb) ;)

and SORRY for my rambling omg this is so long

Omg lmaooo. That makes me so happy to hear you binged it but I'm so sorry you gave up like 3 hours when you could have been sleeping 🥴

Haha yes! Draken is a himbo and he is trying to figure out his emotions rn. I've loved Baji ever since and I hated how his story ended so I wanted to give him a happier one in mine lol. And I'm glad I could get you to like Kaz! He's another one who I thought deserved a better story, so I tried to give him a good one too.

And that's so kind of you to say! I'm glad you enjoy my writing and I'm happy you want to stick around! Even when it caused you to have a roller coaster of emotions. Haha. And I'd be happy to add you to the taglist! Lol. And don't worry about your rambling! I enjoy reading about your thoughts!