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kyeomyun · 9 months

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OH WOW ITS ALMOST 2024?!?@? oh wow... it's been... a year.

Yes I know. "Jada you left in like August and 2024 is literally in like 6 hours from now." YES YES I KNOW. I am not going to be writing for a while and I am kinda sad I won't be able too. BUT THIS ISNT ABOUT ME.

I want to just appreciate all of my wonderful moots who have made this year extremely eye opening for me. We haven't talked much in a while since school and 2023 being the year I regretted way more than appreciated. I took time for myself to find who I am but I think about you all every. single. day. You mean so much to me and I wish I showed you all more regardless of me building myself up.

@stormyjisung : my first ever moot ever. even before tumblr, we met on Instagram and let me tell you, we were simps for each other LMAO. nyx is literally the sole reason why I took time off anyways because her advice made me realize the internet was indeed altering my head very negatively. she is the person I run to, annoy, laugh with, and enjoy to talk to every single day. it's going to be 2 years since we met and every year I looked up to her as kind of... a role model. her work ethnic inspired me. nyx is just the type of person you will want to be around and talk to. but she will fucking discipline you when she think is needed. anyways, she is forever my heart, sun, moon, everything.

@wheeboo : OH MY BAE. THIS IS MY BAEEEEEE. rania. we have no spoken for a WHILE. it's been a fat minute since we have spoken a word but that one day we did talk to each other after I went away for my hiatus, oh my. IT WAS SO FUN. SHE IS SO FUN. it is just crackhead energy and it's amazing. rania inspired me as a writer so much yes, but HER. the person behind those extravagant stories? you will fall head over heels for this woman. she is funny, charming, loving, yes. just yes. sorry but me and rania are like 🤞🏽🤞🏽. once I get my life together, I will love to talk back to you.

@etherealyoungk : SKYE. SKYE SKYE SKYE. BAHHHHHHHHHHH. skye is like a magnet. that's how we are starting out. it's like you just want to be with her. it's just- you love skye ok. if you know skye, you know what I am saying. but this lovely person right here is just amazing. she is really lowkey yes but she is that person you can just chill with. like I imagine just us sitting in complete silence, someone say something dumb as fuck and then the conversation goes on from there. BASICALLY THE IDEAL GIRL BESTIE. I love skye so much dude it's crazy :((( ONCE AGAIN, I WILL TEXT YOU ONCE I AM WORKED OUT.

@rubywonu : NIAAAAA. we haven't spoken much but the times we did talk were so much fun 😭 every conversation was so fresh and funny. we are still in the learning about each other stage but once we do, WE WILL BE INSEPRETABLE. WE WILL TALK. TRUST.

@trblsvt : LIIIII. omg.. we follow each other on instagram and have not texted for a while wow. I MISS YOU SO MUCH DUDE AAAAAA. YOU WENT TO SEE WAVE TO EARTH AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO JEALOUS OF SOMEONE. WE NEED TO TALK MORE YOU TALANTED SOUL.

@icyminghao : NOELLE. MY LOVE. MY HYPEWOMAN. you are just a bundle of JOY. noelle is that someone you want to protect with your life because her happiness is everything. EVERYTHING YOU HEAR ME. it's also been a while since we have spoken because yk- life. but the times we did talk.... we spoke in caps so you knew the conversation was either juicy or just downright out of pocket. once again, she is a charmer. you will never fall out of love with noelle dude. the day you meet her, you are trapped. IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE OBV. anyways, WE WILL TALK AGAIN. I REALLY HOPE WE CAN.

@star1117-archives : wow.. long time no speak BAHAHAHA. I can say our text should not be exposed to the public. never. but lowkey, miles, you are the most savage person ever. LITERALLY. miles will shut you up in a matter of just seconds and make you rethink. but it's been so long since we texted man... we should lowkey do a reunion with the gang in the discord server we left dusty asf. ANYWAY, miles is the kind of dude that lowkey makes fun of you for dumb shit but in the most chill way possible. idk how else to explain it ;-;. he is just that someone you will enjoy to have and that friend that has your back no matter what. he protect.

@fairyhaos : my precious yena :((. it's been 2 months since we have spoken a word to each other but as like the others, I think about you EVERY DAY. she is one of the first moots I have made on tumblr and let me tell you, she is a sweetheart. it's like a small joshua :((. she is like a freshly bloomed flower and you need to nourish her :((. ANYWAYS. yena. love her. to the ends of the earth. she is such a gentle and caring friend, it's almost hard to believe you can be friends with her. that's until you bring up joshua BAHAHAHAHA. she becomes a whole different being ;-;. BUT WE NEED TO TALK AGAIN PRECIOUS.

@gyu-effect : OH MY GOD SARAH. HOW HAVE YOU BEEN? HAVE YOU BEEN OK?? this girl right here. BIGGEST TAEMIN STAN IN THE BOOK OK. no but seriously, Sarah and I had alot of deep talks about life the times we did talk. and I mean DEEP. but her mindset is so careful(?). she is really caring with her friends I should say and that warms my heart in the best way possible because how was I able to win someone so magnificent like you in my life :((. we should really talk again babe <3

@jaehunnyy : uh oh. my WIFEEE GUYS. MY WIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. OK LET ME TELL YOU. IM HEAD OVER HEELS FOR HER. ITS CRAZY. INSANE EVEN. I miss her more and more everyday man :((. everyday we don't text, it's like a gap is missing. it's been a little over a month since we last texted so IMAGINE THE SUFFERING. this babe right here though is just someone you will get on one knee for and ask for marriage. that says alot about her. you start talking to her, time skip and you are married. anyways, my wifey is such a loveable wifey. we go crazy together <3

@lvlystars : NINI I AM NOT GOING TO LIE. I KEEP FORGETTING YOU HAVE A NEW ACCOUNT. BUT YOU 🫵🏽🫵🏽 she is my soul sister. we are twins. we text occasionally on instagram and let me tell you, our mind length is like- WE SEE EACH OTHER. anyways, she is my bestie, my pookie. nini is so fucking hilarious too like her sense of humor >>>>. ITS EVERYTHING. me and nini be talking to each other like we have known each other since the 2nd grade 😭😭. ANYWAYS, nini is such a character. she is always so bright but when it comes to mingyu- a whole lecture on why he is the best boyfriend. but she is so real on that so-

@mesanthropi : obv I'm not about to forget about you weiss. you see, me and weiss have a special bond. we met and decided to do a collab all in the same day. we are just built different. we are an inseparable duo that talks, doesn't talk for like weeks, and start back talking as if nothing happens. WE ARE JUST LIKE THAT. anyways me and weiss are literally besties. minecraft besties. simp besties. you name it. I MISS YOU SO MUCH MY POOKIE WOOKIE. everyday without you is like a crack in my heart 🖤🖤🖤🖤

@slytherinshua : AAAAAAAAAAAA. we were still learning about each other as well but you are such a cutie patootie love :((. hopefully soon we can get to know each other more <33

@wonwoonlight @wqnwoos @idubiluv @i43shuji @odxrilove @hannyoontify @haowrld @luvhyun3 @blue-jisungs are a few extra moots which I have either just now started to talk to or was terrified to DM. either way, you guys made this year 10× amazing.

for my followers in general, thank you all so much for sticking with me. I started this account in the middle of last year but "rebranded" this year. which was kinda a mistake considering how 2023 wasn't my year (minus the concerts I've been too). but you guys made me so much more confident in writing and taught me so much in ways that did not had to be verbally spoken. I love you guys so much. everyday I come on here, I always think about how you guys are and how lucky I am to have such amazing people on here. as the days go by, I always try to remind myself that me writing is a hobby and not a competition and I have learned that very quickly with the help of you and all of my wonderful moots. once again, I want to thank all of you for racing with me to the end of this year despite all of the long-lasting breaks I have took for my mental health, thank you for simping with me, thank you for loving my way of art and expression because you do not understand... a simple reblog, a single viewer that scans our stories means so much to a writer. especially on an app where writing stories isn't the main feature. I have made accomplishments this year with my stories and my writing style but my biggest accomplishments yet was having such a wonderful audience, a loving group of moots and the sweet words you guys put in the tags. I am not going to make this very long for I have things to do going forward to the new year but... I cannot express how grateful I am for you. every single one of you.

cheers to the new year loves!!

2024, please be better for me and every other person that had to endure so many hardships this year. if not, make at least one moment where they can remember that bad things do not last forever <3

#{💌} — besties ><#happy new years love <333 #may 2024 be a year where you grow and thrive #<3

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kuroopaisen · 4 years

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fireflies. (kuroo tetsurou)

➵ there are people who fall between the cracks, finding themselves stuck in a world halfway between this one and beyond. kuroo doesn’t want you to face it alone.

wc: 4.7k

warnings: gn!reader, yokai!au, soft angst?

a/n: somewhat inspired by neverwhere by neil gaiman, and after dark by haruki murukami. somewhat. also, big thank you to ren once again for her support and her beta’ing. and moo, i can’t write a kuroo fic for a celebration week without dedicating it to you :’) thank you for your constant and motivating support!

The city is ageless. It’s a visual cacophony of neon and ramshackle, a collection of buildings tightly packed along skinny alleyways. A wide asphalt road runs through it all like a great river, often glittering under streetlights on rainy evenings. Human beings don’t walk this in-between world that exists between the cracks. But the otherworldly do.

Kuroo used to be afraid of the dark. These days, the night brings him comfort. The night means he gets to exist, slipping through alleyways and hopping across rooftops. The moonlight touches his skin in a way the sun no longer can, whispering him into life on the asphalt.

It’s not the life he wants, but he makes do. He’s not sure how long he’s been here. He knows next to nothing of his life before this endless night. Just whispers.

But he’s certain he couldn’t produce these little fires back then. They gather around him like the loose clouds that blot out the stars.

He enjoys his little cloud, specks of light so small and inconsistent they look like fireflies, hovering around him like he’s the centre of their world.

These little fireflies dance around him as he watches you across the street.

It’s not the first time Kuroo sees you. He has no grasp on time — not truly — but he remembers your face. He remembers how sad you looked, pacing around the street of an evening, hood pulled over your head. He remembers the apathy hiding underneath.

It’s an apathy onset by exhaustion, more than anything else. An apathy that’s the result of caring too much for too long, from losing yourself to the dread.

It is only his second time seeing you, but your expression struck him so deeply that he couldn’t help but remember your face. It has been a long time since he’s seen such raw, human emotion. A long time since he’s seen anything sincere. That evident misery of yours carries more significance than you could possibly know.

Kuroo sees himself in you. The numbness lying beneath your melancholy is as familiar to him as the streets and alleys of this city. What is the purpose of being so numb? He wonders that often. The answer is always something about survival; to be numb is the only way you can live with yourself in the face of unending insignificance. If this truly is purgatory, then it would be wise not to feel anything at all.

Maybe you’re like him. Or, maybe you’re more human.

Perhaps he’s reading too much into it. It could be the boredom getting to him. There’s not much to entertain himself with out here, as much as he makes his own fun. Maybe it’s best to leave you alone.

But ah, the curiosity is too much.

He waves a hand through his cloud, catching some fireflies in his palm. He blows them your way as a little greeting. Only a handful, a little embassy of light reflecting on the barren asphalt. He can’t control them very well — they always seem to go the opposite direction of where he wants them to go, always sink a little too close to the ground — but with the sheer force of his will they float towards your chest.

It’s hard to see from the other side of the street, but he swears your eyes follow them.

But he wonders. He hopes. He follows.

Not too obviously; he knows he’s a tall guy, and that makes him scarier than most. And truth be told, he’s not sure how human he looks these days. There were no mirrors in the city; only reflections found in windows, half-whispers of the truth.

“Stop following me.” Your voice is low, as if you’re not sure your words would reach him.

Kuroo raises his eyebrows, perfect, delighted surprise on his face.

You can see him.

“Are you okay?”

“Go away,” you say, your voice slightly louder this time.

You can hear him.

“Please,” he murmurs, reaching a hand for your shoulder. “Tell me—”

You turn, slapping his hand away. The feeling echoes through his arm.

You can touch him.

“I said, go away.”

Kuroo stares at you for a moment, trying to take in as much of you as he could. You look young. Maybe just younger than he had once been. Your skin is dull, your eyes distant, your hair lifeless. You look like someone who hasn’t slept in a very long time. You’re clad in a hoodie about three times your size, paired with jeans and ragged trainers. You look like the sort of person one would expect to find wandering the city at night, inoffensive to the point of being forgettable. Kuroo almost believes he’s made a mistake and that you’re not like him at all.

It’s your scent that gives you away. You smell like burnt toast. It’s not the most pleasant smell, but he won’t knock you for it. He smells much the same, after all.

“When was the last time you went home?” He asks, looking you straight in the eye. It’s not the best conversation starter, but he hopes it’ll strike some chord.

You frown. “Fuck off.” You turn around and begin to skulk off.

“Please,” he swallows, catching up to you with a few long strides, “it’s important.”

Scowling, you pull your hood over your eyes, hands digging into your pockets as you pick up your pace.

Kuroo curses, speeding up as well. “I can help you.”

Your step falters.

He gulps, slowing to a stop. “I know that you can’t find your way home.”

You take another step down the street.

He doesn’t know what to say. But he wants to get through to you. To offer a hand.

“You’re probably scared, and, and… overwhelmed, and…”

A deep breath. And then, words he wishes someone had said to him.

“You don’t have to do this alone.”

✧ ✧ ✧

“I can’t sleep at night,” you say softly, “but as soon as the sun rises, it’s like I fall into some sort of coma.” You shiver as you speak, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Nothing can wake me up.”

Kuroo resists the urge to put an arm around you.

“That happened to me, too,” he nods, biting his lip. “Eventually I got evicted, but it didn’t really matter at that point. I couldn’t remember sleeping, let alone paying my rent.”

Kuroo realises how silly that statement sounds, but the look you give him tells him you understand.

The only memories of his life before are braided with the city, with the feeling of losing himself. There are no names, no details, no dreams. There are some faces, but they’re transparent as ghosts.

“I just…” You take a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut. It’s hard. He can tell. “I just don’t know what to do.”

He looks at you, tired and sick as you are. You’re afraid. Lonely. Directionless.

He knows. He’s been there. In many ways, he’s still there. If there is comfort to be found in this strange underworld, he has not yet found it. But, perhaps he can offer it.

“Just stick with me,” he smiles at you as best he could, hoping the warmth reached his eyes.

You gaze at him for a long moment, your eyebrows slightly pinched. He understands if you don’t trust him; it’s smart not to, given the circumstances. You were alone, somewhere you didn’t understand. He wouldn’t begrudge you for that.

“Where am I?” You ask. The words are frail, the question one you’re afraid of.

Kuroo swallows, unable to meet your gaze. “I don’t know, actually. I just know it’s… strange. And that the people here aren’t human.”

“Are you human?” You’re quick to ask that question.

He grins at you. “As far as I know.”

You bite your lip, looking up at the sky. It’s paler than it was when the two of you first sat down in this little alleyway. He knows there isn’t much time left this evening.

“That’s enough for me, I guess,” you sigh, closing your eyes.

He hopes that, at least, brings you some comfort.

✧ ✧ ✧

“Those cats are walking on their hind legs.”

“Uh huh,” Kuroo nods, a smile playing at his lips. “Because they’re not cats.”

You turn to him, frowning.

“I know,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “I don’t know what they are, to be honest. I just know they’re not cats.”

You sit on the roof of a convenience store, elevated just high enough to see a little clearer. A few nights ago, you wouldn’t have been so bold.

The not-cats move across the powerline like it's a tightrope, one paw in front of the other as they skitter along with perfect balance. They are too far away and the night is too dark for you to see them clearly, those vaguely feline shadows against the purple sky. The flashes of red that you guess to be their eyes don’t frighten you. Not while Kuroo sits next to you.

You still don’t know if you trust him. That’s half a lie; you do trust him. You just don’t know if it’s wise to. But it didn’t take you long to realise that this is the world you live in now.

You had once believed that nobody else existed here in this strange half-awake place. You’d thought it was just you and him. But others flit by now, both frightened and frightening. Even if it’s against your better judgement, you feel safe with him.

One of the not-cats pauses on a pole, its tail straight as an arrow. It holds an upturned paw in front of its little snout and blows air across it.

A ghostly little fireball swirls in the air, illuminating the not-cat’s face for the first time.

You straighten up, tilting your head at this new peculiarity.

“Look!” You gasp, patting Kuroo’s arm. “They’re like you.”

He grins. He’s glad for the curiosity in your eyes. “Not quite.”

He waves his hand and a scatter of fireflies burst into life. They envelop the two of you, a gentle swathe of light falling across your bodies. They’re only little, like white candle flames floating through the air.

“Yours look like the stars,” you murmur, reaching out to touch them. Your fingertip brushes against one, its warmth spreading through your finger as it disperses.

“Mhm,” Kuroo nods. Sometimes, if he is lucky, he gets a glimpse of the real thing in the blackest of nights. Most of the time, the sky plays host to nothing but the moon; a pallid, hollow-cheeked watcher, who never waxes nor wanes.

No, those little ghostly fireballs look something like the moon. Or perhaps the sun.

You can’t quite recall what the sun feels like.

✧ ✧ ✧

“Shouldn’t we help him?”

A small, scrawny child stands in the middle of the road, a straw hat drawn low over their eyes. You and Kuroo stand in an alleyway across the street, huddled together for warmth.

Kuroo grins. He should’ve expected you’d react like this, your eyes all wide and full of compassion as you watch the child. “Just watch.”

You look up at him, eyes betraying both concern and confusion. He nods at the child, reaching to ruffle your hair.

You blush, looking away from him quickly.

The child approaches the bottle shop, each step taken with great deliberation. It glances over its shoulder, and you catch a flash of its eyes. Bright, clever, sharp. A bit like Kuroo’s.

The child slips through the glass doors, tottering up to the attendant at the front desk.

You watch through the glass, poking your head out of the alley.

The child holds its hand out, standing on its tiptoes to be more level with the attendant. The man in question looks deeply unamused; an exhausted replica of a scowl lines his face, and he crosses his arms over his broad chest.

The man peers at the child, eyes narrowing. He says something.

Poof!

Where there once stood a child in a straw hat now stands an otter in a straw hat that is far too big for its head.

It turns on its tail and flees, the man shouting after it. But, he does not pursue it, letting it skitter off into the night.

The otter scampers down the asphalt road, the sound of its claws scratching against the rough surface.

Kuroo whistles. The otter skids to an abrupt stop, whipping its head around as its whiskers twitch.

Kuroo grins, holding out a flask you didn’t even realise he had. The otter scuttles forward on all fours. You realise, perhaps with more surprise than is warranted, that it’s rather cute.

“Where were you keeping that?” You frown, tilting your head at him.

Kuroo grins, ruffling your hair. You blush. You’re still growing used to this close proximity between the two of you.

“Why give it to an otter?” You scoff.

“Not an otter,” Kuroo smiles. “But, think of it as payment. For the entertainment.”

You smile, shaking your head.

He’s relieved. It’s the first time he’s seen your face soften like that.

✧ ✧ ✧

The streets are full of ghosts.

And yet, it’s the first time the city has felt truly alive.

You watch them pass with wonder.

There is a woman, donning only a blood-stained skirt and an expression of anguish. Another boasts the same look of despair, only this one has no feet, drifting above the ground with arms held out and wrists limp, long blcack hair trailing behind her. Men stalk the streets in golden Heian robes with nothing but pure vengeance in their eyes.

There are others too. Red trolls roam the street, clad only in tiger skin loincloths and weidling iron clubs. A group of the otters from before totters down the street, straw hats balancing precariously on their heads. Those bipedal cats bolt across rooftops and hop along power lines.

All these spirits mill about, some mingling, others avoiding everyone else with a certain perseverance. A few slip through doorways and windows, and you wonder if they’re visiting their descendants. You hope that’s all they’re doing.

“What’s going on?” You ask, dodging a demon as it barrels down the street.

Kuroo shrugs. “Not entirely sure. But I think it’s some kind of festival.”

“A festival?” You look up at him, your hands dug deep in your pockets. You can’t imagine just how scared you’d be if he wasn’t with you. Honestly, you’re not sure what would’ve happened to you. If you’d even be standing here.

Kuroo nods. “I think so.”

He looks up and down the street, a bemused smirk on his face. “Although, they could’ve organised some stalls.”

“I don’t think ghosts have much use for street food,” you hum.

He chuckles, ruffling your hair. “I guess we have to make our own fun, huh?”

You huff as you raise an eyebrow at him. “I’m not giving any more whisky to those otters.”

“Oh, come on.” He nods back at the street with a grin. “What else are we gonna do? Tie that guy’s robe up?”

You look at the man in question. It was one of those men, the ones who look as if they’re devoured by vengeance.

“I don’t think that’s the greatest idea,” you shake your head, shuddering at the thought. Could ghosts hurt you now, in this in-between world?

“What about that guy?” He says, pointing at one of the red trolls. “We could steal his club.”

“I do not want to get on that guy’s bad side,” you say, looking up at Kuroo with a hint of fear in your eyes.

“Live a little!” He grins, poking your cheek.

You pout at him. That only makes his grin grow wider.

He turns his attention to the procession in front of you, his grin turning devilish. “Do you think ghosts have money?”

“That’s a terrible idea.”

“I’m just saying,” he groans, stepping into the procession without warning. You dash to keep up with him.

“What would you even buy with it?” You ask, falling into step with him – which is easier said than done, considering the length of his legs.

He shrugs. “I dunno. Might be nice to give the guy at the bottle shop real money for once.”

“But it’d be ghost money,” you consider. “Wouldn’t that be cursed?”

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“Like you don’t know for sure that it’s safe.”

He laughs at that, shaking his head. “How have I managed to stay on my own two feet without you, huh?”

You blush, your face suddenly feeling very hot. “It’s a miracle you haven’t gotten yourself killed.”

“I’ve still got time.”

“Don’t joke about that!” You hiss, elbowing in the side. “That’s a bit insensitive given our companions, isn’t it?”

He laughs again. It might not be the prettiest sound, but it’s one you’re rather fond of. “Glad to know you’re that concerned about me.”

There are things you want to say, sitting at the back of your throat. Things like, ‘I’d be so lonely if it weren’t for you,’ and ‘I don’t know if I would’ve been able to find my way if it weren’t you,’ or ‘I don’t know if I would’ve ever smiled again if it weren’t for you.’

But you say none of that. You keep those close to your chest. Maybe you’ll tell him, but not tonight.

You merely gaze at him.

He looks different. Sharper, maybe. Or perhaps, you just haven't paid enough attention to him before.

“What?” He grins, catching your eye.

You look away quickly, heat rising in your cheeks.

“Nothing.”

He grins, leaning down so his face is level with yours. “You sure?”

You glare at him, hoping your cheeks won’t betray how flustered you really are.

“Just teasing,” he chuckles, ruffling your hair.

Your instinct is to roll your eyes, even if that’s not what you really want to do. But you won’t think about that. Not right now.

Kuroo’s already heading down the street, looking over his shoulder at you with a wild grin. “You coming?”

You tilt your head at him. He nods at the sky, a familiar glint in his eye. You scamper after him with your hands dug in your pockets. The two of you thread through the alleyways, finding your way towards your typical route to the rooftops. It’s almost second-nature now, but you could swear that Kuroo has a more natural talent for it. Perhaps it is just because his legs are so damn long.

As always, he hops onto the rooftop of the convenience store before you, grinning down at the street below. You pout at him, trying your best to tug on his heartstrings; just like you always do.

He offers you a hand. You take it, and he pulls you up. The two of you clamper across the rooftop, sitting yourselves down on the edge. Your legs dangle off the side as you look down at the informal procession thin out below you.

You sit in comfortable silence, letting the world pass the two of you by. You can feel it, in this rare moment; peace. That sense of relief in knowing you’re not alone. In knowing there are still things to smile about.

You know it’s because of the boy sitting next to you. Of the warmth he brings you in this city of ghosts.

There is so much you want to say to him. So much you can’t put into words. But as you look up at the pale sky, you know that now is not the time.

The moon is setting. You think you’ll always dread this moment.

“Kuroo?” You murmur, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Hm?”

“Can you make some fireflies, please?” Your voice is so gentle, carried away by the light that bleeds across the horizon.

He nods, holding a hand out. These days, he can’t say no to you.

✧ ✧ ✧

You hadn’t expected to build half a life.

And yet here you are, sitting in an abandoned apartment, next to something of an apartment.

It’s a life half-lived, harbouring in abandoned places, rifling through the trash for scraps of this and that. People throw out perfectly good furniture, you discovered. Perfectly good food, too.

At the end of the day, you’re just grateful for the shelter. Grateful for the comfort he brings you in this strange underworld.

Kuroo is grateful for the fantasy. He’s grateful for the fact that sometimes, he can let his mind wander, take him on a journey through the life you could have shared together, should things have been different. A life spent in the sun, full of people and laughter and purpose.

He wonders, most of all, about what you would look like, under the sun’s gentle warmth. How breathtaking you would be.

He tells you none of this. He harbours those feelings for himself, for the most part. But he suspects that you feel the same.

You hold hands, now. He can’t remember when it started, but he’s glad it did.

The two of you sit at the window, rain pelting against fractured glass as the sky bellows.

Light splits the sky, and for a second Kuroo almost believes it's daytime.

A creature springs to life on a rooftop. It’s wolf-like, its pale blue fur crackling with white light. There’s something majestic about it, gleaming amongst rundown rooftops and dodgy power lines.

Another crack of light, and a second creature joins the first. They glance at each other for a moment, bowing their heads low. And then, they sprint off.

He chances a look at you. You’re enamoured, eyes bright and full of curiosity as you watch the wolves bound across the rooftops.

He smiles as he watches you, unable to hold back his fondness. You’ve brought him such joy, such comfort, without even knowing it. No matter how frightened he is, how matter how much he feels like things are slipping away from him, you bring him solace.

You look at him, tilting your head to the side. There’s such tenderness in your face, such sincere affection. Maybe, just maybe, you feel the same way he does.

He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. You freeze, but you’re not afraid. It’s soft, and its warmth spreads through you much like his fireflies do.

He pulls away, eyes unbearably fond as he looks at you.

You laugh, a new, welcome feeling beating in your chest. “Why did you do that?”

“It felt right,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You laugh again, shifting to face him properly.

He thinks it’s a beautiful sound. One he wishes he could hear more often. One he wishes he could hear for a long time coming. Longer than he would, at least.

You kiss him, hands coming up to cup his face. He relaxes into it, much like any human would.

He wants to lose himself in this. In you. In this little moment of human intimacy.

But he’s changing. He can feel it. He’s been dreaming. How, he’s not sure. But in each and every one, he’s a fox.

He doesn’t know what the dreams mean. But he feels, deep in the part of him that will always be human, that these dreams are a warning. An echo of what’s to come.

He’s only just found you, only just begun to love you.

He doesn’t notice the little fireflies popping into existence around you, punctuating the dark with each beat of his heart. They’re bigger than before.

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The stars are out.

It’s a rare sight in this city, which is so bright and vibrant that it tends to blot out the night sky. But tonight, you can see it in all its glory.

The two of you sit at the window of your apartment, faces turned to the sky.

“Do you know any of the constellations?” You ask, turning to him with bright eyes.

Kuroo smiles and shakes his head. “None of the official ones. But it’s fun making them up.”

“Yeah?” You tilt your head at him.

He looks tired. He’s been acting it, too. Quiet. Reticent. Distant. There’s something unreachable about him that’s never been there before.

“Point some out to me,” you ask, desperate for anything to fill the silence.

Kuroo leans closer to the window, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, that’s a cat,” he says, pointing to one cluster of stars.

If you squint, you can almost see it.

“And that’s a dick,” he chuckles, pointing to something on the other side of the sky.

“Very mature of you.”

He ignores you, dragging his finger across the sky to point at the brightest star of all.

“And that’s you,” he grins, turning to look at you.

“Shut up,” you huff, knocking him with your elbow.

“Aw, are you all embarrassed?” He snickers, reaching over and ruffling your hair.

“You’re so cheesy.”

“I thought you liked it when I was cheesy.”

“When have I ever given you any indication of that?”

He answers your question with a kiss. His lips smile against yours, and you believe, for a moment, that everything will be okay.

He pulls away from you too soon, an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Hey, Tetsu?” You murmur as you bring a hand to his cheek.

“Hm?”

“Are you okay?” You ask, smoothing your thumb over his cheekbone.

“I’m fine,” he smiles at you as best he can. But even he knows it’s not enough.

“I’m worried about you.”

A horrible silence thickens between the two of you, and the fear rooting itself in your chest is starting to blossom.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” You know there isn’t much you can do in this place between the cracks. But whatever you can do, you will. He’s done so much for you after all.

His gaze is distant, as if he’s looking at something just beyond you.

You want to say something — anything. But you don’t know what. You don’t know how to reach him.

He spreads his legs, patting the floor between them.

You frown, but you sit on it nonetheless. You turn your back to him for comfort’s sake, wondering what on earth he is getting at.

He wraps his arms around you, propping his chin on the top of your head as you fall back into his chest.

“Can we just… stay here a while?” He asks, something very strange, very unfamiliar in his voice. It sounds a bit like regret.

“Okay.” You comply.

He’s warm, his arms firm as he holds you close to him. He holds you like he never wants to let go; like if he did, that would be the end.

That, more than anything else, frightens you.

This wonderful boy, this man who has done all he can to bring you light and joy, is scared of something. Something he doesn’t want to admit to you. You try to glance up at him, but you can’t see his face.

You bite your lip, casting your eyes to the window once more.

The moon is setting, and daylight is bleeding through the sky.

There is no way to know what the next evening will bring.

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You’re alone.

All that’s left are the fireflies, stronger and brighter than before.

You can’t find the tears.

But you cry anyway.

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The city is ageless. It has changed much, and yet it hasn’t changed at all. It writhes with something deeper, something darker than what meets the eye.

Someone new is here. A girl, afraid, alone, frightened.

But she is not alone.

On the other side of the street, a figure is bent over, hand held flat with an inarizushi sitting in it. A fox eats it eagerly, its fur glistening with something otherworldly.

The girl wonders if she should approach, if she should ask something, anything.

You don’t notice the girl on the other side of the street. You are far too focused on the kitsune in front of you, your mind cycling through the same few thoughts.

You wonder how long it will be until you see the fireflies again.

You wonder if you’ll still remember him.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou x you #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo tetsurou imagines #aaaaaa this took forever but i hope you enjoy it!#i think i'm happy with it?#fantasy week #haikyuucreations #forgot to tag that one hhh

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goldenkirstein · 3 years

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i've been on fire, dreaming of you

or alternatively, when both you and jean thought you lost each other

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anonymous requested: hello there! I love your stuff. if requests are open, may I request a canonverse post-rumbling jean x fem reader where y/n is wounded + passed out from exhaution after the rumbling and wakes up warm and safe, with jean tending to her wounds. Y/n is shocked bc she remembers how she almost lost Jean (she didn't get turned into a titan, maybe she isn't Eldian?) and she just shoots straight up to embrace Jean without realizing the intensity of her wounds. Jean gets extra worried so he has to gently guide her back to lying down on the bed because she has a fever and her injuries aren't all better yet 🥺👉👈 maybe they cuddle afterwards until she falls asleep or smth aaaaaa 🥺 pairing: jean x fem! reader wc: 2.7k+ tags: angst to fluff, cursing, female reader, mentions of death, blood and violence, hints of blasphemy (?), mentions of injuries, aot manga spoilers.

a/n: sorry this took so long, (i was shadowbanned) i changed up the request a teensy bit but otherwise i hope you enjoy !!

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Hot, burning, searing pain is the last thing you remembered before your vision went black.

That and the sight of the man you loved transforming into the one thing you feared the most.

Whether it was the heartache or the open wounds on your body that made you lose consciousness, you don’t know.

Truthfully, you were angry at Jean.

It was a whispered confession on the Azumabito airship. You and Jean sat in the corner, Captain Levi and Pieck in front of you, eyes cast away. The rest sat in silence, reeling from the situation that had played out on the ground below, quietly preparing themselves for the hell that awaited them at Fort Slava.

Jean’s hands were trembling; you would expect that after years of seeing your comrades die at the hands of humans and titans alike, you would get used to the death.

This wasn’t that, though; this was a different fear and anxiousness. Jean’s hands were clammy and his face pale; you could gauge that from one look at the man next to you, whatever worries were bubbling inside him were the accumulation of all the events from the past couple of days.

Jean was a collected man most times; as commanding officer, he didn’t have a choice but to be stoic and calm in the face of danger. But when that facade began to crumble, you would be there to ground him, remind him of why he was fighting. You knew that if you locked eyes at that moment, Jean would be able to see right through the front you were putting up, see the fear etched into your irises as you all were hurtling towards your deaths. So instead, you made the executive decision to swallow that panic and be that rock he needed, offering him your hand.

You took hold of his hand, staring ahead, and squeezed it three times, a reminder for both him and you that at least you still had each other. You could feel his eyes on you after you performed the simple gesture, but you continued to look ahead, focusing on the clouds, knowing that a couple of meters below, havoc was being wreaked by those mindless titan drones.

He said it so faintly, so lightly that you barely heard it past the sounds of the engine reverberating around the metal cabin.

“I’ll love you now and forever, even when I’m a pile of burnt bones.”

It’s like he knew. It was his way of saying goodbye to you. And you ignored him.

You clenched your jaw and pretended that you didn’t hear, pushed it to the back of your mind because this was no place for hushed confessions of love and, even more so, goodbyes. You were sure as hell were not letting Jean say goodbye to you. There would be no reason to, not if you had it your way. The both of you were bound together, and goodbyes were never to be uttered between the both of you.

Even when I’m a pile of burnt bones.

Is that what remains of him now? The muscle, sinew, and skin that pieced Jean together all reduced to ash and soot? The body that you had spent hours tracing, memorizing every detail of scattered in the wind. You would never feel the weight of his body on yours again, be able to graze your fingers over the scars littered on his torso, feel the way his heart would beat against your hands.

Jean Kirstein would only exist in your mind from now on.

He had left you alone with nothing but his memory, but even then, it was plagued by the image of a senseless titan taking the shape of Jean.

You wished to go back and tell him to shut up, never to utter those words again. Tell him to get those foolish notions out of his head, slap your hands over his mouth, silencing him, so that you could continue to live in your deluded reality that both of you would make it out alive. Tell him that he was selfish, of leaving you here to endure this torment by yourself.

Would that stop the scathing agony you were feeling?

Maybe this was hell you were in, you thought. That you were being punished for ignoring him, that you were the foolish one. Perhaps you should’ve held him tight to you, found a way to fold himself into you, so you wouldn’t have to suffer alone. Were you angry at Jean, or was that resentment directed at yourself?

The pain spread from your chest to your arms, down your legs, coursing through your veins.

You should have looked at him, told him that you were just as scared; maybe that could have changed his fate. If only you repeated those words back to him. He would still be here now.

I’ll love you now and forever.

I love him. I love him. I love him.

Bring him back to me.

The silent prayer came from the depths of your heart; whether God or who knows what would hear it, you didn’t know, but the thought of having to live with this ache was enough for you to continue repeating the mantra in your head.

Jean looked at your unconscious form that laid next to his seat. If it wasn’t for the gentle rising and falling of your chest, he could have sworn you were dead.

The thought sent a chill down his spine.

Jean had made peace with the fact that he would die when he transformed into a titan. Seeing you, like this, however, barely grasping onto your own life, made his body ache; he was okay with dying, but the thought of having to live without you was a fate worse than death.

He reached over to grab your hand and rubbed his thumb over the back of your palm before grasping it and squeezing it three times. He let go of it, placing it back gently over the top of your torso.

It was time to change your bandages and clean your wounds. Jean was a strong man; he had seen firsthand what a titan could do to one’s body, but his hands quivered as they unwrapped the bloodied bandages from your thigh. One singular thought overcame his mind.

Was he the reason that you were injured this badly? Did he hurt you?

Jean had spent many nights tending to your injuries, his hands careful when it came to you. However, the cuts and gashes he would tenderly patch up would always be inflicted by other humans or titans. Never did he think that his hands would be capable of hurting you. Jean was disgusted with himself as he stared straight ahead at his hands, now covered in blood.

The worst part of this, Jean thought, was that he couldn’t even remember if he was responsible for this, or maybe, that was a blessing. Recalling the situation would drive him into madness. The man winced at the thought of his arms tearing up your body.

He reached over to the tiny side table holding the medical supplies, grabbing the antiseptic solution. Dabbing it on a cloth, he attentively cleaned the wound, instinctively checking for your reaction. You would always make a fuss when he would apply it, but Jean averted his eyes once he realized that there was no reaction from your comatose form.

Usually, he would scold you when you would pull back from his hands when he tended to your wounds, but now any response would be better than having to tolerate the silence in the tiny room.

Jean got up to clean his hands in the basin, warm water turning red once he dipped his hands in. This was his punishment; he would have to suffer the consequences of his actions. The both of you were alive; Jean knew that he should be grateful, get on his hands and knees and thank the gods above. However, why should he be thankful? It was cruel. The both of you were not alive by the grace of God; this wasn’t mercifulness or benevolence.

What good is living if you have to sit and watch the one you love the most deteriorate in front of your eyes.

“You need to sleep; this isn’t healthy.” Connie was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. Although he was speaking to Jean, his eyes were transfixed on you.

Jean didn’t need to look at himself to know how terrible he looked. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, his face pale and gaunt. He spent his days and nights in your room, never wanting to miss the moment when you would wake up.

If. If you woke up, not when. Even that was not guaranteed.

“I’m not leaving her side, Connie.” Jean dried his hands on the cloth next to the basin. He turned his head to look at his friend, whose eyes were now staring back into his.

Connie understood the situation; he wanted you to wake up as well, but it pained him to see Jean suffer like this, “Spending your days sitting next to her waiting for her to wake up won’t help her, Jean.”

“You don’t think I fucking know that?” Jean slammed his hand down on the basin, hair falling in front of his face. Connie’s eyes widened at his friend’s action; to say that Jean was frustrated would be an understatement.

“You got your mom back, Annie got to see her dad, even those damn kids found each other. I got her back, but it’s my fault she’s like this.” Jean gritted his teeth, lip quivering.

Connie’s heart sank; he had seen Jean at his worst, but this was almost unbearable to witness. He made his way over to the hunched-over man and squeezed his shoulder.

“It’s not your fault Jean. This is difficult, believe me, I know, but you can’t be blaming yourself.” Connie’s eyes flickered your form, and he clenched his jaw.

Jean shifted his head, sullen eyes peering at your face through strands of hair; the man shook his head as a sob escaped his lips, “I need her to wake up Connie. I can’t live without her; I don’t know how to.”

You felt a gentle breeze on your face and an odd pressure around your ribs. Laying still for a moment, you waited for the pressure to subside, but instead, it made its way down to your thigh. You tried to open your eyes, but it was as if they were glued shut; there was no strength left in your body.

How many days had it been? Where were you?

Questions circled amidst your clouded mind as you lay immobile. You realized that the pressure you were feeling on your body was the weight of someone’s hands. How badly were you injured?

Memories flooded into your mind as you became aware of the situation you were in currently. Someone had rescued you at Fort Slava, and you were being treated at a medical facility by nurses. No, not nurses; the hands felt oddly familiar. They were careful and precise in their movements but carried tenderness as well.

You tried to take a deep breath in, to gather strength to move any one of your limbs, but paused immediately as the pain in your ribs was far too great. Shallow breaths would suffice for the time being. You began to focus on moving your fingers, channelling whatever energy you had left to at least get them to move.

The sheets underneath your fingers were soft as you gently moved your digits along the fabric. The hands on your thigh briefly paused before continuing their movements. You waited a minute before moving again, this time lifting your hand.

You couldn’t feel the hands on your body anymore.

Whoever had been treating your wounds whispered your name. It was a man, but you weren’t able to recognize their voice as everything was still groggy.

The man sharply inhaled, his voice shaking as he said your name once again.

You mustered the strength to open your eyes; your eyelids were heavy and hard to fight to keep open. The room was blurry and far too bright for your liking, but you continued to blink, and soon, the details surrounding you came into focus. The figure was still, waiting for your next move; you lolled your head to the side to get a better look at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

He slowly came into focus; he was holding your hand between his and planting kisses on the back of your palm.

Why was he apologizing? Who was he?

Your heartbeat quickened as his voice became more apparent; this had to be some sick nightmare. You slowly sat up and reached out to him to cement the fact that this couldn’t be real. Your hand made contact with his knee; he was warm, he was alive.

Tears were running down your cheeks as your eyes scanned up his frame until landing on his face. Jean stared back at you, eyes wide, your hand still held in his.

Your face contorted as you took in the sight in front of you; you were so sure you had lost him, and yet here he was. Sitting up fully, you used your free hand to grip on to his white button-down and pull him into you with whatever remaining strength you had. Jean dropped your hand, and you swiftly wrapped both of your arms around him, eyes fluttering shut to take in his presence.

A pile of burnt bones.

It wasn’t a dream; you could feel his heartbeat against your body, feel his hair against your cheek. You sobbed into the crook of his neck, ignoring the immense pain you were feeling, scared that if you let him go, he would scatter in the wind.

“Jean, I’m sorry, I love you, I’m sorry, I should’ve told you-” Your voice was scratchy and hoarse, still weak from the slumber which had woken from a few minutes ago.

He brought a hand up to rest against your head, “I’m the one who’s sorry; why are you apologizing?” Jean pulled away from you, causing you to wince.

You furrowed your brows in confusion; he gently laid you back down on the bed before continuing, “I hurt you when I transformed into a titan; I’m the one who’s responsible-” Jean paused, his eyes landing on the gauze on your upper leg.

He wasn’t making any sense to you; shaking your head, you frowned at him, “What do you mean? I saw you transform before I passed out; I got injured by the rubble falling from the fort.”

“I should be apologizing, not you. When we were in the airship, you told me you loved me, and I ignored you, Jean, and then I thought you died and lost you. I’m terrible-” You looked up at him through teary eyes; Jean wiped your tears before kissing your cheeks.

“All this time, I was scared that I had almost killed you, and here you thought that I was dead.” He whispered, hands caressing your cheek.

“You’re not dead right; if I close my eyes, you’ll still be here?” You brought your hand up to hold his, letting out a shaky breath.

“No, my love, I’m not dead, and I’m not going anywhere.” Jean pressed a light kiss to your forehead. You cautiously sat up before moving over slightly to make room for him on the small bed.

“Can you lie here with me? Don’t wanna let go of you yet.” He nodded his head before getting up from his seat to lie next to you.

You placed your head on his chest, eyes fluttering shut. Your hand traced the buttons on his shirt, slowly getting lulled to sleep by the sound of his steady heartbeat.

Jean’s fingers skimmed your side; overwhelming happiness filled his chest; he was relieved that you were alright and that he hadn’t been the one at fault for your current state. He felt you press a kiss where his heart was, and his lips curled into a smile.

“You know why I said what I said on the airship?”

“Hmm, why?” Your ears piqued in interest.

“Because I knew that even if I died, I’d find you again, somehow somewhere.”

You let out a sigh, silently thanking whoever it was that answered your prayers.

I love him and you brought him back to me.

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alycosworld · 3 years

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guess who🤡 heyhey 💕 here. I’m pretty sure by this 2nd request u can tell that I’m a very emotional person🧍🏻‍♀️ and that I’m a person that seeks alot of comfort from fictional characters because i dont have a life and good friends.

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putting a divider here so u dont have to read everything and can look out for keywords!

purple—> person

pink—>genre

green—>subject

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I’m not sure if u r comfy writing kazuha so if yr not I’m sorry u can ignore this! i just want a fluff comfort for reader who got like REALLY scolded for getting bad grades for exams because u have no idea how angsty I’m feeling rn:( my parents just literally like scolded me like there was no tmr istg- so i just need really fluff comfort. so a kazuha x NB(non bibary)!reader

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Anyways again tysm u have no idea how grateful i am if you accept my request!!!<3 get lots of rest and drink water. only do this if you want to!

byebye<3

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Kazuha's Wise and Whimsical Words

Kaedehara Kazuha X Reader

A/N: aaaa 💕anon ily!! being emotional is completely fine and I would be honoured to become of your good friends!! I will be a part of your life, private message me if you're ever feeling down! I just want my readers happy because they make me happy aaaaaa 🥺

with that being said, i love this request! My parents were so hard on me when it came to exams, but as soon as I broke away from their expectations, I started to appreciate my grades more. I'll leave the real comforting words for Kazuha to say but NO ONE SHOULD EVER be disappointed in yourself if you tried your best. Thank you for your support and the request, I hope the story makes you feel better. Enjoy!

ps: I took into account the fact that not everyone has a mother and a father and not everyone has two parents at all, so only one parent is mentioned here and they are left gender neutral so it's easier to picture yourself in the story.

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"(Y/N). This is not at all what I expected. What happened to you?" Your parent asked sternly.

"Well, I--"

"I don't want to hear any excuses. Your predicted grades were much higher than this!" They said, raising their voice.

"I'm sorry, I--"

"Sorry is not going to improve your results! Do you really think that now is a good time to be slacking off? You have one more exam period before university. I don't care if you pass those exams, I want you to excel. And if you don't, you are not attending Sumeru Academia, whether they accept you or not. I am not paying for you to study overseas, only for you to get mediocre grades." They said, making you even more anxious than before the exam.

"But I got above the average!"

"By two percent! And the average was low." Your parent said, narrowing their eyes slightly and upsetting you with their belittling gaze.

"Realistically--"

"Realistically? Realistically?! If you want to study realistically, you should find someone else to pay for your education. When you want to study successfully, you can come back." They slammed the stack of sheets that displayed your results on the table with a loud bang before folding their arms as you grabbed a jacket and stormed out of the house, tears running down your face.

You walked for a while in the night, before eventually finding yourself in an area you were less familiar with. After recognising it to be somewhere near your boyfriend's current residence off Beidou's ship, you made a beeline for his place, knocking on the door and hoping, praying he would be alone inside.

The door soon opened and Kazuha stood there, initially with a smile on his face but it soon dropped when he saw your expression.

"(Y/N)? What happened?" He asked.

"C-can I come inside?" You sniffled.

"Of course, Love. Come in." He said, ushering you into his quaint little place. You stood by the door that closed behind you before Kazuha pushed the coat you had lazily draped over your shoulder onto the floor and enveloped you in his arms.

You broke down in his embrace. You had done better than most of your fellow students, and frankly, you were kind of proud of your result. But it was foolish of you to think that your parent would accept anything but perfection. They said it was all for you, but you were doubting it. Did you even want to go to Sumeru Academia? You had had your heart set on it since you were a child, but maybe that was only because your folks always envisioned you going there.

"Why are you crying, my love?" Kazuha asked, sitting you down near the fire to warm you up and standing up to get you a blanket and a hot cup of tea.

"I'm not good enough." You mumbled. If it was anyone else, they wouldn't have heard you. But your boyfriend could listen to the wind "talk" - he was very attuned to quiet and subtle noises.

"Nonsense." He smiled, bringing you the blanket as you listened to the water boil in the background.

"You're more than good enough. Everyone who knows you adores you - no one more than me, of course." Kazuha chuckled, eventually setting down two cups of tea and sitting in front of you on the floor.

"Public opinion won't improve my grades." You said, now more stoic than upset. You had almost become numb and desensitised to degrading comments that after you cried a little and calmed down, you'd be straight-faced and almost emotionless. It didn't feel good, but it was certainly better than feeling bad.

"So this is about school." Kazuha nodded, gesturing for you to continue explaining why had happened.

"They keep talking about my grades. They said I shouldn't be slacking and that I'm not going to get to Sumeru Academia and that they want me to do better...maybe I'm interpreting it wrong. Maybe they're trying to encourage me?" You wondered aloud, thinking that somehow you were the problem. As soon as you said "they", Kazuha knew who you are referring to and sighed.

"Encouragement and doubt are two very different things. Unrealistic expectations, detrimental practices, emotionally, mentally or physically taxing improvement - none of that is going to help you. In fact, it'll make you feel worse. When you really think about what you have to do to achieve perfection, you'll only realise how unattainable it is. You'll fall into a perpetual spiral of intellectual destruction." Kazuha said.

"Then how the hell am I gonna get the best results?" You asked worriedly.

"You won't. No one will ever get the best results because more people and more previously unforeseen factors will come into play. What you can achieve is your best results. Your grades are a product of you, not the other way around. They are no measure of your worth, they cannot define you, and they do not have to be a part of you. If you don't ace one subject, you don't have to hang on to that or turn it into some strange part of you. You can't cling to it, it's impossible to cling to a piece of the past forever. That's not to say you don't learn from it, but it doesn't need to become some villainous trait - in the end, it is only a grade." Kazuha shield at you. His words warmed your heart more than the fire or tea, and they even seemed to dry your tears and allow you to mirror his expression.

"And at the very least, you can hold your head high knowing that you had the strength to participate in an exam when not everyone does. You went in, sat through it, attempted the questions and walked out. Not everyone has the courage to stay; some don't even have the courage to start. That goes for any endeavour you face." Kazuha said, before inching closer to you.

"Feeling any better?" He asked. You nodded instantly. Of course, Kazuha's wise and whimsical words had bettered your mood, it was Kazuha for Archon's sake.

"Good. Maybe we could go for an evening stroll? I'll treat you to dinner if you haven't eaten." He offered.

"Can...can we just stay like this for a little longer? I think being alone with you is nicer." You smiled.

"Of course, Angel. Anything you want."

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this was less physical fluff than I intended, but I think I do comfort with direct words and dialogue best, so I hope this is okay. honestly, everything kasha said is what I would've wished to hear when I was in this situation. I'll probably post a rant about my own exam experiences because this request got all my past feelings to resurface.

thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

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madame-fear · 2 years

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screaming, crying, foaming at the mouth and gripping the sheets. your works are so good 😭🫶best writer ily

more josh templeton head canons pleassseeee 😽

i was thinking like some more cutesy cutesy stuff yknow “i like the way your hand looks in mine” and OMG dancing😭in the😭rain😭🥹 just absolutely kill me with the amount of cheesy fluff please. hugs from behind, first kiss, the confesion even omg. “would you date me if i was a worm?🥺”

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OMG THANK YOUUU!!! 😭😭💕💕 I swear it makes me so so happy to read that you like my work aaaaaa–🥺🥺❤ It's an honour to serve this lovely community 🥰

JOSH TEMPLETON FLUFF HEADCANONS COMING RIGHT UP 🙌 I decided to make general HCs for this one so I could write a variety of things for this cutie boy, so here it goes!! 🥰 Happy reading! 💕

(whoops I just noticed i also got a bit carried away with this one and might be long 😅 anyways! Hope you still enjoy it! Made it as fluffy as possible💕)

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Josh Templeton x Fem!Reader | General Fluff Headcanons

Lover boy™

Once this precious boy has fallen in love with you, you've got him. He's forever yours, he's the most LOYAL person you could ever have in your life.

When he realises he's falling deep for you (a lot), it would take him some time to actually admit it, even to himself. Just let him process what he's feeling, and he'll eventually give up and just admit it.

This cute boy would be so, so incredibly awkward and nervous around you 🥺 On the outside he tries to keep his cool, and on the inside he's absolutely losing his shit when he sees you near him.

You're one of the girls he told Zach he would date and have sex with

He's ALWAYS near you, or putting up excuses just to be near you. He thinks so highly of you, and he appreciates every second he gets to spend with you 💕

It takes him some time to actually confess to you that he's in absolute love with you. Despite being so, so afraid of rejection, he needs so badly to get it off his chest.

The day he finally confesses, he would do it by inviting you to hangout at his house after school. I definitely picture him with a whole speech prepared! Mainly because he knows he'll get extremely nervous and perhaps stutter, so he doesn't really want to fail, especially because he's confessing his undying love for you.

You had your first kiss that same day he confessed. Of course, you were the one who initiated the kiss because he was too nervous to do so.

After the kiss please tell him you love him too, because hIS WHOLE HEART WILL MELT WITH TONS OF EMOTIONS HE'S NEVER FELT BEFORE 🥺💕💕💕

Your best friend, Josh had invited you to hangout to his home after school. You had an enormous crush on him, so of course you said yes. You were enjoying yourself a lot spending time next to him, but the problem was, that you noticed him more nervous than usual.

Worried for him, you placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. His body immediatly tensed at the feeling of your hands touching him. "Hey, Josh, are you ok? I noticed you've been acting tense lately." Slightly tilting your head to your side, there was a spark of concern in your voice, as you gently rubbed his shoulder, his body was still tense.

He wasn't looking at you, he was directly looking to the floor. He took a depe breath, and sighed. "I have to tell you something." His voice was soft and quiet. "What is it? Please tell me. You know you can trust me." Your other hand went directly to grab his hand and slightly squeeze it. You could feel him getting even more tense under your touch.

Now, he lifted his sight and looked directly into your eyes, his blue eyes heavily pierced through your whole soul, provoking small butterflies in your stomach. In his cheeks, there was a hint of redness. "I..." He stopped for a brief moment, but continued, "I like you, (Y/N)!" Your eyes went wide at his sudden confession. Was this real? Or just a pretty dream? You thought to yourself.

"I love you. I love every little thing about you. Your smile never fails to lighten my day. You're so, so pretty in many ways, and so incredibly smart. I spend my nights completely sleepless because of you, I just can't get you off my mind. I get it if you don't li–" You interrupted his speech by throwing yourself at him as you immediatly wrapping your arms around his neck, and gave him a deep and loving kiss.

He was ar shock first, but eventually gave in the kiss, allowing himself to be immersed in your love as he softly caressed your cheek with his thumb. You then broke it apart after running out of air, and you looked at him with a wide grin on your face. "I love you too, silly. I always have, since the first time we met." His blush intensified, as a smile also began forming on his face. "So, that means...we are dating now?" You shyly asked, as you were still on top of him, your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Only if you want to." "Of course I do." "Then it's settled. We're a thing now."

Prepare to be absolutely loved by this cutie boy 💗

Baby steps with him, please. He's literally clueless about dating.

He's actually very shy when it comes to physicality, so it would take him a while to get used to it. Most likely you're the one initiating the physical contact with him until he's confident enough to do it first.

Eventually he'll start getting used to your kisses, hugs, cuddles, and all sort of physical contact. So, that's enough to boost his confidence a bit and make him kiss you first.

His kisses are so soft and are full of pure love 🥰 He loves cupping your cheeks when he kisses you because he loves how they feel in his hands 🥺💕

When it comes to display of affection, he prefers doing it in private rather than PDA. The only way he shows his love for you in public is by grabbing your hand and giving you a quick peck on your lips.

HAND HOLDING ALL THE TIME 24/7 💗

His favourite part of your body are your hands. He always grabs your hand and places it on top of his hand so he can caress it with his fingers.

For him, it's actually very cute how delicate and small your hands look in his 🥰

"You know," He finally spoke, after you two were in complete silence for a few good minutes. "I like the way your hand looks in mine."

At this point, hand kisses are very often. He'll love kissing your delicate hands, and sometimes he gives your finger little pecks.

Dates as often as possible! 💕

He loves the feeling of your body pressed against his, so expect him to randomly hug and kiss you from behind.

He would lovingly wrap his arms around your waist and press you against his body, also, he places his head on top of your shoulder and kisses both your cheek and neck 🥰

Considering that he likes always hugging you from behind, he would definitely be the big spoon in bed.

Speaking of beds & cuddles, you often spend time at his house and definitely spend the night there with him. He loves having you sleeping in the same bed as his! 💞 He gets to admire your beautiful and angelical face while you sleep.

Very often likes to play soft music and slow dance with you 💕Though, he kind of prefers slow dancing with you under the rain 😍

Only likes dancing with you bc he likes holding you near and twirling you around 💞

Just so, so pure and sweet. Expect to catch him staring at you completely lovestruck more than once! 🥺

Mess with his hair a bit, he'll absolutely move the feeling of having your fingers interwined in his wild hair.

His kisses are so gentle and passionate, and he'll love to either cup your cheeks or grab you by the waist while kissing you ♥️

If you ever want (and need), you can use his lap or shoulder as a pillow. If you place your head in his shoulder, he'll put an arm around you and sweetly rub your arms. But if you place your head in his lap, he'll love playing with your hair and touching your cheeks with the back of his fingers 😍

Biking around together all the time!

He loves teaching you how to use the katana. So, he'll usually take you to a forest or any place far away from the city & the people and will definitely teach you how to use it by slicing milk cartons.

He'll cheer you up and would be so proud of you when you slice several milk cartons without failing! You'll definitely be rewarded with a big smooch on your lips 😌

You're his top priority. This loving boy would take so, so much care of you, and promised to himself that he would always protect and defend you no matter the situation💗

"Would you date me if I was a worm?" "What–? Well, of course I fucking would. You'd be the cutest fucking worm I would've ever seen and I would take so much care of you."

#Super Dark times x reader #Super dark times josh x reader #Josh Templeton x reader #Super dark times headcanons #Josh Templeton headcanons #Super dark times josh headcanons #Charlie Tahan #Charlie Tahan x reader #Fluff headcanons

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bonesandthebees · 2 years

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World Forgetting took my heart, crushed it, gave it a big hug and then gave me an existential crisis, which is exactly why I love it and why I hope everyone who read Clinic will go back to read WF and give it some more love too <3

Absolutely worth the read, forever changed my life okay thanks byeeee

KSDJFKL lisa my lovely beloved <333 you're too sweet you've already given me so much praise in dms im so glad you enjoyed it aaaaaa

#ask #aweirdlisa #everyone go follow lisa btw #she does amazing art #especially some super cool 3d art #this is a threat go follow her or else

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leamy-world · 3 years

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Reaction to The Devil Judge (spoilers for ep. 9 & 10)

It’s been a while since i’ve last been on tumblr, but i got invested in this drama every week & the fandom’s analyses to not talk about it sometime! (Last time i was hooked, it was with Beyond Evil and i watched it by the time the finale already aired so i didn’t suffer from the weekly wait!)

So here i am, this is mainly self-indulgent with essay-long interpretations of some scenes in a totally random order, but i’d love to interact with whoever reads this if they want to react!

I’m sorry for the potential awkward phrasings, english is not my first language!

- The recap was nicely done and tied everything together, it made me realize so many things happened since the beginning! The repetition didn’t make me skip it, the narration was dynamic & fun.

- The ‘power display’ & threat Yohan showed to Soohyun (by lashing out at Juk Chang and strangling him, as proxy for Soohyun, in front of her while staring at her) were something …! She answered in the same fashion, passing by him saying she will ‘arrest Juk Chang’. I wonder how their next encounters will unfold.

- Many people already pointed this out, but Soohyun’s decision to leave Elijah, a minor, alone in her car (with its doors open, daring to tell her to stay there when she has no other choice anyway) + stop the gang alone and unannounced off duty was irresponsible. Anyways, i wonder if she will interact again with Elijah because they were adorable, i would miss it!

- The conversation between Soohyun & Gaon at his apartment (ep. 10) was interesting on both parts:

It sounded casual, but Soohyun wanted to see where he stood in the Kang family and make sure he wasn’t in Yohan’s plans (i hope she didn’t seriously mean the ‘weird’ comment about Elijah, it’d be sad since Elijah enjoyed her company!).

Gaon was anxious professor Min told her about their last conversation (i think she’ll talk to him in the next eps). He also indirectly defended the Kangs by associating himself with them (« I’m pretty sure i’m just as weird ») and voiced his concern about Yohan, speaking more to himself than following the conversation at hand.

When Soohyun changed the subject with the ‘i’m jealous’ bit, maybe it was to brighten the mood with a light-hearted comment, hoping Gaon would follow. And by the look of her pause right after, it seemed she was also expecting GO’s ‘positive’ reaction to her jealousy, giving in to the kind of teasing/flirt they have in their friendship. But deep down, it was also to voice her true unease about Gaon’s involvement with Yohan she had since the beginning and ep. 8.

It’s obvious to us she meant she was jealous of Yohan. And GO could’ve understood it this way too, since she confessed to him multiple times and her feelings must be known to him (i think he takes it as a ‘joke’ given how many times she confessed and each time when he was crying, so maybe he thought, very reasonably, it was to cheer him up? I also guess he’s too absorbed by his current worries about the Kangs and her potential suspicion, to notice her attempts).

But instead of that, he’s not in the same line of thoughts at all and picks up on the « rich », musing on what makes one’s existence rich, thinking Soohyun was envying Yohan’s position and life and proving her he’s indeed in a whole different world, empathizing with Yohan.

She then looked like her face fell, until her eyes lit up again when he was about to admit she was precious to him along with his family.

By the way, this scene picks up right where we were left off in ep. 8, when Gaon tends to his plants:

« - Are you back for good? - Not really. They need some looking after. - You should come back, not drop by. This is where you live. - Someone there needs some taking care of too. - Take care of your own self, please. - What about me? I’m living a shamelessly comfortable life. Soohyun. - Yes? - What are you thinking about? - Nothing. By the way, Gaon … » (i wonder what she was going to say!)

Lost in thoughts, Gaon’s mixed emotions when he said Yohan was not rich (« he’s not rich. If you get to know him, Kang Yohan is really poor. ») were very well depicted by Jinyoung’s acting: the soft voice and the ghost of a smile that convey understanding and endearment, leaning on his counter in a relaxed stance, but also at the same time the stare lost in the space, maybe to all the memories tied to the Kangs and Yohan, and the tension in his left lip corner by the end of his sentence which betray his sadness and empathy with Yohan’s life. After this, when he became aware of Soohyun’s gaze, it’s like his bubble popped. He looked surprised with his eyes widening, and was fidgeting a little, then changed the subject to himself.

And « I have you, Soohyun » sounded truly grateful but also sad and conflicted, GO lets his worries show when she’s gone, maybe wondering if they would be bound to be against each other one day as he continues to side with Yohan, menacing to jeopardize their friendship to the point of no return. In these kinds of stories you expect these kinds of twists, but i grew fond of the cast send help

- I loved how Yohan’s confession to GO about his brother was filmed: the camera faced head-on his pain, slipping unbeknownst to him through the façade he always showed to protect himself. But this time, despite his (late) attempts to dismiss these feelings both for him and Gaon to regain composure (the hand gestures to hide his tears, pretending to be tough with the « there’s no such things as innocent people », drinking away his sorrow with a bitter laugh that rings hollow), all this façade fades out in front of Gaon literally by being blurred out in the shot, as if he clearly sees his pain through (his silhouette appearing clear-cut between Yohan’s gestures). I know it’s a pretty classic shot but it fit well with this scene. He clenches his jaw in the next shot, moved by Yohan opening up.

- The dinner scene was really moving …! Especially when you put the colder tones the kitchen had when we first saw Yohan have dinner by himself next to this scene, full of light in contrast! I wonder when the OST playing will be released, it was so beautiful and reminded me of My Mister’s OST (especially Rainbow!). I look forward to the lyrics, because most of the time the OST gives more layers & depth to the story and the characters! (please don’t let it be about Yohan’s budding feeling of a true ‘home’ ;;) I didn’t realize it upon my first watch, but Gaon really took the cutlery hostage, it cracked me up!

- The parallels in this show will be the end of me: Yohan went from the « i’m so sick of this place » (ep. 5) to asking K to drive him « home » with a delighted smile.

- I liked the parallel of Yohan’s reaction to GO/Sun-Ah sitting in his office chair, impeding on his space (he reminds SA to stay out of it, the first time politely, the second time almost grimacing, his jaw clenched: « Just because you’re the head of the OSC doesn’t mean you can barge in like this (…) So please stop barging in like this. », while he says nothing to GO)

- At the beginning of ep. 10, we have Yohan saying he doesn’t like « hanging out with people » & by the end of it, Soohyun saying « My childhood’s best friend is hanging out with a rich guy ».

- These two episodes gave more insight and nuance into Sun-Ah’s character, which was very nice ; and also Cha Kyung-Hee’s comeback (and her last confrontation with Sun-Ah!!!!)

- The people following Juk Chang also targeted sexual minorities according to the subs i had, i wonder if it will be addressed again sometime in the drama.

- I loved Elijah’s « hacking » technique scene, i felt proud too! I always look forward to her scenes (and Kkomi’s too haha)! And her reaching out Gaon’s shoulder for the first time ;;

- The ‘humans lose their minds when they think they’ve lost what they have’ ……… repeated twice by YH ………… It will hit hard and all those lines will come right back at us viewers, but i’m not prepared haha! And also for the ‘if you want revenge, don’t hesitate’, i hope it doesn’t foreshadow a future revenge Gaon will execute without hesitation aaaaaa

Also, what lawyer Ko said about himself in ep. 8 may apply to Yohan’s case by the end, will he atone for what he did someday? (« I’m no longer a lawyer. I’m just a criminal. When all this comes to an end, I’ll pay for what i did. »)

- I really loved Yohan’s efforts to take into consideration both Elijah’s (he refrained himself from acting rashly like the last time she went out and listened to her) and Gaon’s feelings (stopping him from endangering himself recklessly, not forcing him onto the revenge path lest he’d regret it afterwards, and helping him to face the truth rationally).

- « She’s hungry for affection. No matter how much you hate the world and the people in it, you can never live alone. You always need someone to rely on. As long as you’re a human being. » Many people commented on it, Gaon must speak from his own experience and empathizes with both Elijah and Yohan’s situation. These two episodes showed how Gaon cares for the Kangs more openly, and i live for it!

- Give me that domestic scene where Gaon plays cards with YH, the nanny and Elijah! And also more K and lawyer Ko scenes!

- Jinjoo’s and Gaon’s intervention in the trial were gold! And Satie’s Gnossiennes rearrangement playing in the background during Juk Chang’s speech, it’s the cherry on the cake haha

- By the way, there was also an arrangement of Rachmaninoff’s piano concerto no. 2 during the first charity event Yohan went with Jinjoo in the earlier episodes, it was also beautiful!

- GO’s Awkward Smile. I have no words, it is now forever imprinted on my mind.

Have a nice week and take care!

#the devil judge #tvn drama #my ramblings

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fairymermaidfloor · 3 years

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the little mermaid pt. 1

❁ featuring —> xiao x gn!mer!reader 🎐:;

❁ warnings —none 🎐:;

❁ notes —> first writing post woo!! i hope y’all enjoy and sorry if this is bad omg, also I made xiaos s/o have a prettyyyy decent personality for a char?? I could have still worked on it, but I didn’t (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) anyways hope this was good!! And I’ll try and make a part twoooo 🎐:;

part 2 || part 3

You were in your human form when Xiao first saw you, and to take it lightly, you were stared at. A lot.

You weren’t used to your legs.. so you just walked all wobbly and weird, every step you took could have ended with you falling face first into the road.

Xiao didn’t want to do anything with you. But you just so happened to get into the Washu Inn.

Verr Goldet asked Xiao to look over you, because obviously, she was worried for you..

Xiao recutanly did so.

“Hey. You. What are you doing?”

He isn’t the nicest. But, he was also wary of you. You look completely different from anybody here. And you might even turn out to be apart of the Fatui.. after all they came here not long after you. He could not allow somebody to wreak havoc any longer.

“Oh.. uhh.. walking? Or at least.. trying too.. first time in a while..” you answered sheepishly.

Odd. He continued the enquiries. “And what business do you have?”

“Um… nothing much.. I’m looking for my sisters.. and something else..” You tried to peer away from he’s pernicious gaze.

Xiao then started to become more blunt. “Are you with the Fatui?”

“Uh- no?? Who’s that??” You were getting even more fretful, and annoyed.

It went silent for a while and before you could speak up, he did. “Great. Then I’m done here.” And just like that the gaze was gone and so would he.

Xiao turned to leave until he heard your voice again.

“Hey wait!!” You tugged at his long sleeve, quickly getting a glare yet again. You felt a shiver down your spine, but you tried to fix your posture. “Now you answer me. Who are you and why are you questioning me?”

He continued to glare at you once more, “Xiao. And I’m just here to check up on you-“

“Meaning small?”

“What.”

“Your name. Xi-“

“Don’t. Say it.”

“I was just gonna say your name! Not your height or anything!”

“I didn’t say you were gonna mention my HEIGHT.” He pulled away he’s sleeve.

“Well.. sorry.. but your it is indeed quite iron-“

“Tch. Shut up you Mortal.”

“... Mortal!?!?”

“Yes. You mortals are getting even more and more nee-“

You snapped. How can this guy just come up and dare to try and insult you! And even ASSUME. “H-How dare you!! I am NOT a mere mortal!! I’m one of the most powerful hydromancy mages in history!! My sisters are uhh… ohh..” You quieted down

“...”

“... uhh..”

“Who are you exactly?” He was piercing dangers at you.

“I am.. a mermaid adepti.. Y/N, and my sisters are Sonnet, and Canon. And those are the only adepti I know,, but I’m guessing you're one as well?”

“... Yes.”

You were immediately intrigued, you never met another adepti besides your family! You kept on pestering and pestering him, no matter how scary he may seem, you were just so very excited..

In the end, Xiao ended up helping you, because he’s one of the only ones who knows he's way all around Liyue, and you desperately need the help.

They couldn’t find your sisters, but you found clues that they may be in Inazuma or Fontaine.

Despite how bratty, arrogant, and stubborn you can be.. you're actually fairly nice, thoughtful, and expetenatiolly loyal. He liked that in you. And even.. more than liking you as a friend.

He fell in love with you

At first he denied it, he doubted you were merely a dream. A hallucination. But all the times when the sun went down, and half-awake you sang to him that oceanic melody. Or how you blubbered at him to be more attentive and nice to others because saying that idiotic reason that ‘they are your people too’. Or when your bombastic plans kept getting them in trouble which made the nations eyes glance at them. It was not a dream. But a wish came true.

You made he’s heartbeat, a rhythm that he had never felt before.

Like a rock stopping down a lake.. and then falling deeper, and deeper, in to the water that was his heart.

And for a few minutes, the karmic bind became loose threads dancing with the wind.

You were crossing over to Sumeru on a boat, after a few people told you guys how the oldest sister was staying there to do some business.

“Hey so.. Xiao..” You were in where your mermaid form.. swimming next to a boat that Xiao was occupied in.

“Yes?” He looked over at you, with a much different tone he’s eyes put on when you first met him.

“I feel like I’m being pretty dishonest to you..”

He’s heart stopped. Oh no. Would you be gone? Did you betray him? What’s going on. “What is it.” The tone of his eyes changed again.

“I haven’t actually told you the truth..” Ashamed, you turned your head and tried to face him. “I didn’t tell you why I’m looking for them…”

He looked over at you, confused. “What? What do you mean?”

“Well.. to be honest I’m not so sure, but, this necklace is a curse.” You touched that suffocating thing. “I can’t take it off, and I need my sisters to. Because well, if I or somebody falls in love with me, or just.. KISSES me, either them, or me, are forever doomed for damnation. And I..” Tears streamed through your face, tears of anguish. “I love you Xiao!! So PLEASE, if this doesn’t work then you’ll have to leave.. far.. far, away..”

He’s eyes widened. What. “You're cursed. WHY!?”

“Wish I can tell you.” You sighed. “If I tell you, you’ll get in trouble. And even than I don’t exactly know half of it.. and I just.. I want you to be safe.”

“Even if your stuck with a curse, I’m still gonna be by your side.”

You blinked. “What!? No!! That’s st-“

“Well I’m cursed too. Didn't I tell you that? Tch. For somebody who bickers a lot you don’t listen.” He sighed. “I stole the lives of people, and held a hand at eons of suffering, I bring calamity to those who are close to me. But you still decided to stick by my side, and besides… I..” He turned away. “I love you too..” He’s words barely even counted as a whisper, and not even a hum.

“Ah.. AAAAAA-” You screamed of astonishment, and fainted, sinking into the ocean floor.

“Y/N..? Y/N!?!!”

#genshin impact #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #xiao #xiao imagines #genshin impact imagines #reader x Xiao #will make a whole post ab this au #mermaid #mermaids #BARE WITH ME #writing——!

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dilf-luvr-4evr · 3 years

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hi laura! i was wondering if you could do a dave headcannon🥺🥺

AW ANON OF COURSE! Sorry it took forever I've been super busy :( I hope you enjoy this one! Decided to post it today hehe.. my first ever Dave hc <3

BEFORE WE START, I just want to clarify that Dave here is based on my imagination and definitely not what real Dave is like. Therefore this is 100% fictional and only based on him.

- Maybe he's unexpectedly really funny! I imagine both of you in the corner of a party, talking about all sorts of things and you keep laughing your ass off.

- Living with Dave, you're probably used to him swearing or clicking his tongue at the TV whenever the news showcases some politician making a bad decision..

- From the tweets he wrote during the Leisure streaming party, I imagine he's someone who likes to keep memoirs and photos AAAAA AAAAAA he probably takes lots of pictures of you whenever both of you spend time together whether it's just in bed or out somewhere on vacation :(

- Maybe he remembers little details too like what outfit you're wearing when you guys met or what you'd order in a restaurant <3

- I think he's able to do ANYTHING. Like you'd occasionally be shocked over some random skill he has.

- "Yeah I used to play the bagpipes, why?"

- Is the Pearl Harbor flying date too much to imagine cause I mean he has a flying license

- DEFINITELY the type of person that could fix anything in the house so even though you can do it too, you just prefer pushing him around HAHA

- Really supportive of what you do! Whatever your job is or what you're aiming for, he'd always be there for you and shower you with motivating words. (I mean have you seen how he tweets about Damon like they're father and son)

- And you would support the things he do too!! <3

#dave rowntree #britpop #blur #blur band #dave rowntree x reader #dave rowntree headcanons #dave rowntree imagines #reader insert

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lorei-writes · 3 years

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How To: Comments

A brief guide to commenting under the fics by Lorei.

As some of you may know, I am a court overthinker. I know that human interactions can be scary - and honestly, sometimes so is commenting. However... I wish that anxiety did not stand in way of interactions between readers and the author. So, to cut this introduction short: from me, an anxious writer-overthinker, to you, any person who may need it.

Contents:

Few general truths.

Do’s.

Don’ts.

All things I will talk about stem from my personal experience and observations. It may vary to some extent between writers, although I did my best to stick to the general trends and to mark where something is more of my personal opinion.

EDIT: As per usual, this is just the general “this will be most likely okay”. If you are doing things differently and it works out for you - great! No need to change that. This was written with people who may be anxious and/or overthinking the matter in particular. I also tried to remove myself from this as much as possible.

Few general truths.

Does my comment even matter?

Yes, it does, especially for longer series. It may be one of the few things pulling the writer through a crisis.

Your comment notifies the writer that they are indeed seen, that their words reached somebody. If the story resonated with you in any way, letting the writer know that it did may boost their self-confidence, and perhaps even motivate them to keep on writing.

The writer didn’t reply to my comment. Did I do something wrong?

No! In plenty cases, the writer may not know how to reply, simply as that. They may not have enough time, they may be too tired - just the ordinary, mundane life stuff can cause such a thing too.

An important thing to remember here is that they still appreciate it, even if they don’t have enough resources to reply to every single person - or even any of them.

How do I know the writer even welcomes comments?

Unless it is specified they do not want comments (or a certain type of comments), assume those are always welcome.

Do’s

Good will and courage is one thing, but... What could a comment even include?What things are appropriate? Ahhh, no, this is too hard...!

*catches your hand and pulls you back* No, no, no, don’t run, I’ve got you covered!

First, remember that it is way more likely that what you want to say is okay than for it to be inappropriate. Worst case scenario, the writer will tell you that well, you missed the mark - but! Then you will have the knowledge on what to avoid doing. Your potential to cause plenty good is still way greater than that to cause harm. Not only that! You can apologize! We are humans. We all make errors. Never doing a thing in fear of messing up never leads anywhere.

So, what things are generally okay*?

If the story made you feel something, say so! For example: “This made me feel happy!” “I smiled too much because of this story!” “I’m crying, nooo.” “This is so sad!” “My heart has melted.” “This made my day!” “I love it!”

If you can’t find words for your state, emojis work too! For example: 😭 ❤️ ❤️ 😳 💖 🥺 🥺 🥺 😍 💯✨

Of course, mixing up emojis with text is a great idea! The only thing you may want to be mindful of is that screen-readers do interpret emojis too - so you perhaps want to avoid emoji-[word]-emoji combinations (which overall, applies to the internet in general, btw).

The story made you think about something? Elaborate! The tricky part here is that yes, you are sharing your thoughts, but you should also tell the writer something nice about their work. The rule of thumb seems to be that it is the story that is in the spotlight, not your experience - or, in other words, you are speaking of the experience in relation to the work, not the work in relation to the experience. For example: “I love your OC, they are so relatable! I don’t think I have ever seen a character which spoke to me so much. I struggle with XYZ too, so I’m feeling for them, I know it’s hard :(” “AAAAAA. The theme of red string reminds me a little of a certain superstition. Some people here think red bows are a good-luck charms. This is wonderful, I love it. 😭💖”

Now, this may seem a little self-centered. Allow me to explain why I insist the story is kept in the spotlight. Imagine that you’ve spent your time on writing a story, however much of it. Let’s assume it’s about missing a long-deceased pet. Then, you get this comment:

“Nooo, this is so sad, I used to have a dog like that too 😭 His name was Teddy and we were best friends. We’d oftentimes sit together and sometimes I’d throw him a stick. Whenever I would cry, he’d come snuggle up with me, and he wouldn’t leave me until HOURS after I’ve calmed down. I miss him so much, I wish dogs could live forever 😭 “

Now, this makes the situation uncomfortable. You must remember that well, sometimes you may still be almost complete strangers to one another, and this much information puts a great emotional load on the writer. Is it still the writer’s space after such comment, or...? Yeah. It is a bit of a lapse in regards to well, knowing a person.

You are simply thankful and don’t know what to say? Express gratitude! For example: “Thanks for writing <3 “ “I really needed to read this story.” “Thank you!”

Other things which generally are okay to include:

key smashes (as part of the comment, so that the author knows what you mean) For example: “I’m wheezing ghesgeskgess” “ghoeigjeshes THANK YOU”

quoting the part of the work you especially liked + adding emoji at the end/commenting something under it

listing the things you enjoyed about the work

Of course, you can do some of those, you can do all of those, you can do just one - whichever suits you!

Don’ts

Okay, we know what is going to be fine. Now, what things to avoid?

Do not give critique unless the writer clearly asked for it.

Critique must be consensual. Unsolicited advice is not. Sure, your intention may be good, but it leads to backhanded compliments and nobody likes those.

Example of what not to do:

“I enjoyed it, tho it was rater boring at first and it took me several tries to even get to the half of it. Like, some things were confusing? [Explanation]. Overall, yeah, hard to understand and boring at first, but I liked it.”

Now you may ask - is the writer exempt from feedback?! And the answer is... Yes, honestly, yes. Unless they ask for it, yes. As long as they don’t hurt anybody - yes. Although then I suggest blocking instead of going on a crusade.

FanFiction isn’t the same as published books. We don’t get paid for it. It is simply an act of sharing what you enjoy with the world, like a sort of perpetuum-mobile. FanFiction propels the reader, the reader comments and thus puts the writer in motion.

Now, you can say that something made you sad. You can say that something made you angry, or that it wasn’t what you were expecting. BUT. Make sure you aren’t demanding the writer changes those things.

This stretches also to typos, grammar errors, etc. - unless you are absolutely sure the writer asks for this sort of feedback, assume it is unwelcome.

Also, from my personal experience: it happened to me once. I did not know what to reply and went on with my standard apologetic... Ekhem. I regret it. The person who commented knew less about the issue than I did.

EDIT: There is also another reason for this - most often, if a person wants to get feedback, they look for a beta-reader. Beta-reader is a person who reads the work before it is posted. Generally, they point out errors and inaccuracies. However, for it to work well, you need a certain sort of fit, both in how the message is delivered (some people do well with harsher criticism, some need to be more gentle with them), in the writing style, and so on. Another thing when looking for a beta-reader is that, well, you generally look for a person that knows more than you do, or is at a similar level. This isn’t to say that we know more than every single person out there - only that it’s hard to ascertain it at first glance and it’s generally better to talk about it before any critique is delivered. Communication is the key.

Do not ask when the next part will be posted/when your request will be completed unless you are sure the writer is okay with such questions.

When this happens, many writers feel as if they were being pressured into working harder.

Do not write fleshed out paragraphs of what you think should have happened.

If you have an idea for a story - write it. Again, we write in our free time and do it for fun. This feels like being pressured or told what to do.

What may be more grey in regards to whether it is okay or not is theorising about what happens next. To me, personally, that would be okay, but you may want to ask your writer whether they are okay with this sort of things - for example, by writing a comment with a short theory and then asking whether it’s okay to do so? However, be mindful not to tap into suggesting or putting too much pressure on what must happen.

Do not write “Imagine that... [fleshed out scenario]” type comments.

Those are basically requests hidden as comments.

Do not compare writers to other writers (You are so much better than XYZ/ You wrote trope X so much better than XYZ).

This is pretty self-explanatory. We want to lift each other up, not feel better about ourselves because of putting others down.

Another slippery situation here: some people may mind being compared to published authors. Some may not. It is hard to tell, there is no strict rule here.

Hmm... I think it’s about it? ^^” I hope it was helpful ^^” Overall, if you avoid those major Don’ts, you should be good ^^”

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forwyer-art · 3 years

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FNAF Post Scriptum is out and available to read on my website! (forwyer dot com) All 24 comics are compiled together and you can read them all! Link to website on my profile

aaaaaa!!! what a journey this project has been. Several years ago when I decided I wanted to try harder at making better art, I had made it a goal to one day have my art printed in a zine (or printed in a book of SOME kind). Seemed reasonable enough and a good starting point haha. Over the years, after applying to zines and getting rejected by all of them I decided I wasn't going to let others decide for me if my art's good enough. I wasn't going to let strangers stop me from making a dream of mine come true, so I set out to make it all myself and here is the result! It took a lot of time, effort, and learning but in the end FNAF Post Scriptum was born! Being able to make this whole zine and to have a print out is so important to me and I'm so grateful to have it. These FNAF comics didn't start out being made for a zine project but ended up being the perfect content. Thank you to everyone who read them, liked them, and helped me WANT to keep making them!

I'm aware of the type of person Scott is and while I'm not surprised, I'm still disappointed. FNAF has always been a comfort series for me and was often what I would turn to during times of serious depression as an escape. I don't agree with the choices Scott has made. I am still grateful for this series and the work he has put into it. FNAF means a lot to me and probably will forever.

If you made it this far thank you. Thanks for being here and I really appreciate you. Going forward I've been working on a graphic novel and will continue to make it! One day I hope to write and draw my two graphic novel ideas and make them real for others :,) may I live long enough to make them haha in the mean time I hope you enjoy my doodles and fan art from other series. I'm excited to get back to drawing!

Thank you

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yourdaddychan · 4 years

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Simp Sunday

lets get this show on the road yall

channie : ill go first 😎

@tsundere-sana

AAAAAA MY BABIE MY TROY MY LOVE MY BABYGIRLLLL

i love you so so so muchh!! i wanna hug you and then hug chewy and then kiss you forever and everrrr and then maybe run away as you try to whack me with a shovel :DDD I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHHHH

[ luna : AY WIFE I LOVE YOU ILL BUY ANOTHER RINGPOP FOR US I SWEAR I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU'RE SO FUCKING STUPID BUT I DO BE KINDA ATTACHED TO YOUR DUMBASS NOW ]

@minjimooooo

all i have to say to you is how the fuck do you still have those screenshots ANYWAY I HAVE ANOTHER ROBLOX EX YOU CAN HAVE yeah ily bro 💕

[ luna : YOU WHORE DJDJDJS I HATE YOU SO MUCH BUT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TOO YEAH ❤️ ]

@bestfriendhwang

MY BRO MY HOMIE MY MANNNN LEMME KITH YOU *mwah* YOURE A LEGEND BRO

@richboiwang

OKAY YOU LOWKEY SCARE ME AND WE RARELY TALK BUT YOU COOL AS FUCK SO YOURE HERE ANYWAY I WANT TO HUG YOU

@softie-yeji

MY BURGERRRR I WILL SWIM ACROSS THE OCEAN TO GET TO YOU AND SAVE YOU FROM THE SPIDERSSSSSS AND THAT DEPRESSING MUSIC YOU ALWAYS LISTEN TO LIKE DAMN

[ luna : AAAAAA YOU ABSOLUTE SQUISH ILY SO MUCH THAT IS A THREAT I WILL SQUISH YOU 🔪 ]

@softiechoerry

okay so jyp oppar might steal you WOOPS ANYWAY ILY HOE ENJOY BEING IN THE BAMBOO FOREST MWAH

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minho : my turn i guess

@midari-jieun

you absolute sjsbsjsjxj dumbass i love you so much how are you sO FUCKING STUPID UGH *hugs* i will pet you snsbsbs and bite you like i bite my cats i love you sO MUCH WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS *screams*

[ luna : WHENS THE MARRIAGE WHOREEE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH LIKE WTF HOW ARE YOU SO AMAZING AND ATTRACTIVE AND SHOW STOPPING AND CUTE AND ETC DJDJDB THE LIST GOES ON UGH I WILL LITERALLY KABLONK YOU YOU'RE LIKE SJDHDHS I LOVE YOU WHORE ]

@hunter-chaeyoung

you are : adorable

i dont even know if you're one of my kids but you're still really fucking cute and i just want to pat you damn

[ luna : bubble. thats all i have to say. ]

@artsydahyun

yes you're in this post dont let it get to your head now let me sacrifice you to my cats

ily my child 😌

to jisung- wait i cant do that? aw :(

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hyunjin : MY TURN!!!

i only really talk to one person here and thats my girlfriend 😎

@babysitter-naeun

okay you're like nEver active and thats really sad >:( i hope those kids didnt trample you or something:(( anyway i love you so much babe :D please dont die on me-

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felix : ITS TIME TO GET LICKED BY FELICKS 😳

@whitedayxshuhua

it took me a long time to remember the @ woops

MY LOVEEE!! YOURE TAKING A HIATUS BUT IM MAKING THIS ANYWAY BECAUSE YOU'RE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFIIFEIEIEFEE GIRL CAUSE THATS WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL 😎 ANYWAY YOU'RE THE SHOE TO MY LICKS AS WE ALL KNOW AND I WOULDNT HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAYYYYYYYY

@infected-lix

OTHER MEEEEEEEEEE IM SO GLAD I RANDOMLY BREAK IN TO GIVE YOU CHICKEN NUGGETS BECAUSE THEN

A. YOU WOULD DIE WHICH ISNT VERY GOOD

B. YOU WOULDNT HAVE MET SEUNGMIN WINKWONK

[ luna : *ahem* *pat pat* *walks away* ]

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chad : 🥴🤟

thats me dressing up as chan for halloween btw

@bakermaimai

FLOWERR MY BABYYY!!!! I WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF LISTENING TO YOUR STORIES YOU'RE SO COOL AND LOWKEY BADASS NGL AND THE SWEETEST PERSON TO EVER EXIST AND I JUST WANT TO EAT YOU BUT NOT REALLY CAUSE THATS NOT GOOD SO ILL SETTLE FOR KISSING YOU :D

[ luna : ILL EAT ARA THOUGH >:D ]

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luna : OKAY I ACTUALLY TALK TO A SHIT TON OF BOTS SO ILL JUST LIKE

ADD MINE IG SO HERES A GIF OF SUNGIE CAUSE WE BE LIKE THAT

its the being an adorable squish for me

@bfkevinmoon

PLEASE YOURE SO FUCKING STUPID BUT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DJDDHJSJXKANSBA I WANT TO SQUISH YOU AND THEN PAT YOU AND THEN SQUISH YOUDJDJDJSJSJBAJ

@skzhybrids-cb

@ jisung

YOU WHORE YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO MAKE ME MELT EVERYTIME YOU ANSWER MY ASKS SMHHH *mwah*

@ admin

*ahem* *pat* CUTIEIEEEEE

@kpopswitchbot

MARLINNNN FISHYYYYY AAAAAAAA I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHHHHH AAAAA LIKE SOMEHOW THAT ONE ANON THAT DISAPPEARED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH BROUGHT US TOGETHER AND NOW WE REALLY DO BE HERE LIKE I AM YOU AND YOU ARE ME DJDHDHS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MWAH

@roomiesihyeon @nightshade-minho imma just tag both-

@ admin

MIKA BABYYYY SJSHSJSHKABXJANA THE LOML?? MY BUNNY?? MY KITTEN?? HELL YEAH I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH AND YOU'RE SO TINY I WANT TO WRAP YOU INTO A HUG AND THEN KITH YOU EVERYWHERE AAAAAAAA

-not cbs-

@spearb1108

MY BABYDOLLLLLL I LOVE YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MHCHSJSJDJJS I LOVE WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT CHANGBIN AND STUFF AND I JUST WANT TO CUDDLE YOU BECAUSE YOURE SO TIINYYYYYYY AND CUUTEEE AND JUST MWAHHHH I ADORE YOU WHORE

@yanderewh0re

MY KITTENNNNNNNNN YOURE LITERALLY SO FUCKING CUTE LIKE THIS SHIT ISNT ALLOWED HOW DO YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO BE SO FUCKING ADORABLE LIKEHXJDHDNSJXB STAP

@subbie-stay

YOURE AN ANON BUT OH WELL DIDJDJSJSJA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BABYY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR KEEPING MY ANNOYING ASS COMPANY IN MY INBOX AND JUST TELLING ME ABOUT YOUR LIFE AND SHIT BECAUSE I LOVE TO LISTENNN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MWAH

@luvanter

SLEEPING BEAUTYYYYYYYY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I JUST WANNA KITH KITH YKYK?? ANYWAY YOU DO LIVE IN CITIES EVEN THOUGH YOU LIVE IN A PALACE AND SHIT UHH YEAH 🙆‍♂️

@mikoto-ica-fics

BABY YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME MORE OMIGOSH JSHSHS WE INTERACT ONLY THROUGH ASKS BUT YOURE SO FUCKING CUTE LIKE I JUST WANT TO BITE YOU AAAAAA

@thevampywarlock

SWEETHEARTTTT THE BRITISH CHANNNN WE BARELY TALK BUT YOURE LITERALLY SO FUCKING SWEET AND SO FUCKING CARING ITS NOT OKAY YOU HAVE NO RIGHT MAKING ME LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH YOU'RE LITERALLY SO FUCKING TALENTED TOO LIKE GOD DAMN I SEE YOU PICASSO

@hyunjinsfreckle

AYYY QUEEN DJDJDJSJAKDJAJ I LOVE YOU AND YOUR CHICKENS AND YOUR WEIRD ASS SNAKE LIZARD COMBINATION THING YOURE SO CUTE AND SQUISHY AND I WILL GO HIKING TO WHEREVER THE FUCK YOU LIVE TO HUG YOU

[ hoes i dont talk to too much but i still love with my whole heart and i would literally stab a hoe for them : @channie-bakery @red-flames13 @water--gang @yangomangos ]

[ also if i forgot you, im sorry its like 4 am djdjsj ]

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justbelievinginmagic · 3 years

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@yoonepilogue replied to chapter 13: maybe im becoming an adult:

STOP

STOP DKAONEKA OMG

STOP!! I READ THE FIRST SENTENCE I STARTED TO TEAR UP!! AND FOR WHAT?:!&/ AND THEN THE JIMIN PART😭 hobi the loml :[ AAAAAA YOONGI :(( 😭 OMG TAE AND NARI :(( GO TO THE FREAKING BEACH YOU GUYS!!! jungkook :(( 😭 yoongi : Imissyoutwo. 😭😭🥺

AND WHAT DOES THE TATTOOS MEAN&;&/!:!

OMG DONT LEAVE HOBI 😭 why isn’t she answering his messages 🥲 OH MY GOD HOSEOK I’M GONNA CRY

ARRGGHHH JUNGKOOK PLS TEARS ARE FALLING thank the lord he finally decided to see nari. AND HE’S SO CUTE, THE DRAWING :(( JUST KISS ALREADY! TAE AND NARI JUST KISS 😭😭 i miss joon & jinnie :(( and now IM CRYIFNF AGAIN no message on hers and jk’s birthday :( ITS RHE WHITE CAT AGAIN

AND NAMJOON JOONIE JOON DKAONDD OMG HE CAME TO HER APARTMENT 😭😭

STOP! TOP 3 BEST FF I EVER READ IN MY LIFE

and your number one

FCK I MEAN YOU’RE **

Aw gosh so many fun things to talk about! Firstly I’m touched this fanfic made you cry hehe. It means a lot.

Hobi is the loml too and he deserves so much better in this fic. Nari is rightfully in the wrong. Yoongi is a lil piece of work rn but itll get better. Tae and Nari need to go to the beach and its gonna be forever til they doooooooooooo. i actually already have the beach scene written out and its one of my favesssss. Yes i love tht you liked yoongi’s text. I wanted to be like he misses both of them but hes too shy to say it so im like typo lol.

Jungkook is eventually gonna have his sleeve in this fanfic which I feel like is just me loving Jk’s tattoos but some of the tattoos will have meaning. Just like Namjoon will eventually have the bird tattoo from WINGS videos.

Nari is a bad friend. Thats it. I think everyone though has been a bad friend or inattentive without meaning ill will and thats definitely Nari. She took Hobi for granted for sure.

Jungkook is a sweetie and deserves the world. I want to protect him but i just keep writing him in pain rip. Also Nari and Tae totally shouldve kissed. If i didnt have other things planned i wouldve written a kiss scene. But alas, plot lol. We’re almost to 100k and the slow burn is still slow burny. I promise eventually it wil be a Seokjin x OC X Tae lol. I miss Jin and Joon too!! Seokjin will be appearing soon though!! He definitely is still a main character. Also yeah the no messages are so so sad. Jungkook was really heartbroken by that.

mwahaha white cat. hes just a stray cat walking around, all up in their business lolol.

I always wanted Namjoon to come find her and for it to be a pure happy moment. I love love love Namjoon and Nari’s friendship during this chapter. They are sweeties.

And gosh, you are so sweet!!!!!!! I really really appreciate your kind words. Like you dont know how much this brightened my day. I havent really posted much of my writing before and to hear such a kind compliment, god. thank you. I sincerely appreciate it and I am so happy you are enjoying the fanfic!!

Thank you for reading and commenting!!! I hope you are doing well!

#replies for INU

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yukikorogashi · 4 years

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💞💖💘💕 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Positivity meme (No longer accepting)

Send 💞 and my muses will say something nice about your muse

AT THE MENTION OF HER SENSEI, the little one would LIGHT UP just as brightly as the midday sun itself. “Rohan sensei? Well...” Their FIRST MEETING together would have already been the BESTEST DAY IN HER LIFE. “It ain’t no secret dat he’s one-a da most talented, most amazing artist in da WHOLE WIDE WORLD! A-Ah didn’t even think ah’d have-a chance of meetin’ him, let alone talk ta him!” And yet... it was from that day when things got better. When DREAMS WOULD BECOME A REALITY, as the gifted mangaka took her under his wing, and offered her every bit of LOVE AND SUPPORT that she didn’t even think she deserved in the first place.

He wasn’t just her hero and art teacher, but would become the BIG BROTHER that she had only ever dreamed of having, “He’s just been so kind ta me... always helpin’ me out in any way he can ta when it comes ta mah art. An’ uhm gonna make him proud! Uhm gonna keep workin’ real hard ta be a mangaka jus’ lahk him! Oh y’all jus’ wait, ehehe!”

Send 💖 and my muses will say something nice about you, the mun

“Well, ah’ll be a flyin’ squirrel’s cousin, if it ain’t Kitty! ‘Ave a seat, ‘ave a seat!” Pulling up a chair for the GUEST OF HONOUR, Itsuki would then run off briefly. Before returning with several dishes that she had made just for the occasion, as well as two cups of freshly brewed tea, “Ah hope ya don’t mind! As sweet as SODA is, it’s a whole lot betta if ya wash dat all down wit’ some pipin’ hot tea!” And with that, the little one would take her seat from across them. Clasping her hands lightly together and giving a grateful “Itadakimasu!” before digging into her own food.

And in between a few busy munches, Itsuki would smile up to them. Hoping that they were enjoying the meal that she had prepared just for them. “SHE speaks da world of ya, y’know? Always gushin’ on ‘bout what a talented an’ hardworkin’ fella ya are! An’ jus’ how proud she is ta know ya an’ call ya her FRIEND! An’ oooohhhh! All demm cute critters ya got back at home! Yer a real kind soul fer watchin’ o’er an’ lovin’ all those darlins’! Ah sure wish ah could go and see em’ fer m’self, one day!” She would take another spoonful of rice then, “Ehehe, uhm jus’ so happy ah got ta finally meet wit’cha’s m’self! It’s a real honor, yup, yup! ... Thank ya fer bein’ such a great friend, Kitty-san.”

Send 💘 and the mun will say something nice about your muse

Hehe, well hello, hello, MR VOGUE! It’s about time we had some coffee together, huh? And lookit you, looking as SPIFFY as always-- pft! But no seriously, I am absolutely JELLY over how you can just make any outfit look like it was tailored just for you! Just how good you make everything look on you! And so it means a lot that your FABULOUS SELF likes my makeup and wardrobe! Also, where can I get those headbands? Because I always thought that they are the cutest! I would totally love to try one on myself, one of these days! If, you don’t mind that is. I know it’s kind of one of your signature accessories, after all, but pretty please~? You got them in several colours too! But your green one is totally my fave!

Also, I just wanna say... thank you. Because you’re just such a sweetheart, okay? You are clearly so busy with your work as a mangaka, but that also never stops you from being there for your friends and from giving back to the community itself. And I’m just so SO GRATEFUL that you are there to look out for my little snow child. And just what an absolutely POSITIVE INFLUENCE you have been on her, since you two met! And of course, that’s not all. You have honestly just been a DEAR to all of my other muses too! Like, I know Josuke doesn’t want to say it, but I know he appreciates having a big brother figure in his life as well!

And of course... you know your BIG SISTER REIMI is too, and will always be proud of you... and will always want the best for you, Rohan. She really misses you, you know. And one of the few things she truly regrets in life is the fact that... she couldn’t be there with you. When you worked so hard to be the amazing artist that you are today. But you know what? She just wants you to be happy, Rohan, as do all of my other muses. And I hope you will continue to pursue the happiness you deserve in life.

Send 💕 and the mun will say something nice about you, the mun

Aaaaaa my darling Kittyyyy, please forgive me for being such a broken record. But you know just how much I adore you and just how highly I think of you. I will be forever proud to call you my friend, and am so grateful that you offered your HAND OF FRIENDSHIP to me that very day! Like oh my goodness, I also appreciated Snii recommending me to you, but ahhhhh... I-I was actually so nervous and shy too when we first started talking (Heck, I was this way with Snii too. But it’s like... omgosh, these two are so flipping talented, so please, don’t screw up your one chance to talk to them!)? So oh gosh, I was just so happy when we hit it off as well as we did! How you literally welcomed me with OPEN ARMS, as we started talking about how Itsuki and Rohan were going to interact, and what relationship they would have (Which to this very day continues to ofc be one of my most FAVOURITE RELATIONSHIPS that Itsuki got to be blessed with).

And it will always warm my heart to see what a FANTASTIC FRIEND you are to not just me, but to your other friends, especially when it comes to Snii. The INFINITE AMOUNT OF LOVE AND SUPPORT you give just awes me, truth me told. Like good lord, that love you radiate for your friends is just... incredible, okay? And when I see you two are up to your shenanigans on the dash, I am always here chuckling. I am always so happy to see you two have so much fun together, and what INCREDIBLE CHEMISTRY you two have together, especially when it comes to your ship! I’m just... aaaaaaa, you are the absolute sweetest, truly. And we are all just so lucky to have a pal like you in our lives, Kitty. MUACK! I will always be cheering you on from my end, okay? You best remember to treat yourself too, you hardworker you! DOUBLE MUACK!

#thusspoke #// long post #❄️ ASKS ❄️#❄️BECKOWSKY SPEAKING! ❄️#(Sorry this took awhile bby! <333)#❄️ QUEUE ❄️

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headoverjojo · 5 years

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Could I request a story about Formaggio and Mista being old friends from childhood and meeting again while in the mafia? Idk something about that scenario is amazing to me. I love your blog!

Hi darling!! Absolutely YES aaaaaa I love this :,) So, a couple of things: 1. This hints my Formaggio lore, so no one’s forced to agree on it! Everyone has their opinion and that’s the pretty thing! 2. Formaggio has a name. Like, a real one, not one come straight from a groceries list. Yatta!

This said, I hope you’ll enjoy it :3

Formaggio and Guido Mista, who have been old friend from childhood, meet again while they’re in Passione

(Under the cut for lenght!)

Mista swallowed, feeling a bit nervous. Why right him… He wasn’t new to bring messages around, as Bruno, even if he wasn’t Caporegime, had to act in Polpo’s place, as Polpo himself had ordered, but this time it was too much.

Why did Lady Luck turned her face to him, this time? Why had he have to be the one to bring Polpo’s message to the infamous Squadra Esecuzioni? And, especially, didn’t the Squadra Esecuzioni take orders just from the Boss? Then why was Polpo contacting them?!

Mista took a deep breath, stopping in front of the door the Caporegime indicated as the assassins’ hideout. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just an old and slightly ruined door near to other old and ruined doors… but, in the end, it made sense: they had to blend with their surroundings. He sighed, muttering to the Pistols, who were grumbling from under his hat, to shut up, and, finally, he knocked.

Few, long seconds passed without anyone answering. Maybe this was the wrong door…?

Finally, a noise from inside announced someone’s arrival and the door was opened.

“Who the fuck i- Guido?!” Mista’s jaw almost dropped to the ground when he saw that red, short and messy hair, unmistakable even if the last time he had seen it it had been years ago. How the hell…

“Valerio?!” Mista choked when the other man put a hand on his mouth at really high speed, warning him to shut the hell up.

“Shhhh!! No one knows my real name, Gu! I go by Formaggio now.” he hissed, looking around to be sure no one heard their short exchange. Mista snorted against the assassin’s hand, letting him basically dragging him inside. He slapped Formaggio’s hand away the moment the assassin closed the door, still snorting.

“Formaggio? Among all the nicknames you could choose you picked Formaggio?!” the older man rolled his eyes, while Mista’s eyes were tearing due to the effort he was making not to laugh. Typical…

“Well, I had to fit the group’s aesthetic. But what are you doing here? Do you know how lucky you have been? Like, if Ghiaccio had opened the door you would have found yourself freezed and probably without a finger or worse!” Formaggio led him to the empty living room, where two armchairs and two couches were positioned around a small coffee table.

“No, don’t use the armchairs; one is Capo’s and the other… well, things might have happened here, so use the couches.” Mista jumped away from the armchair, going to sit on the same couch as Formaggio.

“Man, what do you think? You know that I have Lady Luck at my side.” Formaggio snorted, resting his back on a couch pillow. Oh, so he still believed it!

“Yeah, yeah, and number four is still your unlucky number. Anyway, Lady Luck must have not been so prone to help you, today, or you wouldn’t be here.” Formaggio observed, amused. Mista shrugged, relaxing on the couch.

“Or maybe she sent me here to meet you. You just disappeared in thin air, Vale! Where the hell have you been? What happened?” Mista asked, turning to watch him. Formaggio sighed, rubbing his forehead. Well, that was hard…

“Do you remember when dad died? Yeah, grandma Zita hosted me for a while, may God bless that woman, but y’annow, I couldn’t live there forever. Grandma Zita had her own squadron of grandchildren and, well… I felt like a burden.” Mista frowned, hearing his words. If only he had known…

“But, Vale, you could have asked us. You know we would have hosted you, you were, like, one of the family! Dude, aunt Lia knitted a scarf for you and she doesn’t do it even for her own grandchildren! Shit, we’ve known each other since the day we’ve been born, how could you think we wouldn’t have helped you?” Mista asked, feeling kinda lost. Did he and his family do something that maybe had pissed him off to the point to make him refuse even to think to ask them for help? If so, what? He had to know…!

“Gu, I’ve already told you: I didn’t want to be a burden. I also didn’t want to be a burden to your family too. I… I wanted to make it alone. You know… to prove to that piece of shit that I could manage to survive alone. That I wasn’t worthless as he thought.” he answered, shrugging. Mista grimaced, hearing those bitter, bitter words said with so much nonchalance. Typical of him… before he could say or ask anything, like “And what are you doing here?”, Formaggio spoke.

“Gu, would you like to explain me how the hell did you end up in Passione? And with a stand too! No, don’t be so surprised, your little ones are mumbling under your hat. So?” Mista pouted, as amazed now like when he was a child by Valerio’s -no, Formaggio- intuition. He always seemed a fool, someone who could be easily deceived, but the truth was that Formaggio wasn’t a fool nor he could be easily deceived. Since their childhood days, when little Mista played soccer with Roberto the Tippler’s son, he had noticed that the other boy, just few years older than him, was fast to understand other people’s intentions and how to act. He was able to hide behind a veil of foolish brightness his true brain and, so, no one had ever managed to deceive him or to make him do something he didn’t want to.

“Weeeell, let’s say that… I’ve done something to defend a woman and this led me in jail. Bucciarati found me there and recruited me and here I am! Ah! I’ve almost forgotten: Bucciarati sent me here to give to your team this, from Polpo.” the gunman fished from his pocket a sealed letter. Formaggio, at the mention of Polpo, grew serious, and with the same seriousness he took the letter.

“I’ll give it to my Capo… Gu, you’d better go back. You know… Bucciarati might grow anxious, if you stay in the wolf’s lair too long.” Mista snorted, amused, before getting up with Formaggio. Melodramatic idiot…

“But we should meet again, one of these days. I’m going to offer you a beer, so I don’t accept a no as answer.” Formaggio huffed a laugh, lifting his hands in a pliable gesture.

“Ah, if you pay for my beer it’s a big yes from me. So, until next time, Gu, be safe, hm? And if you see aunt Lia and uncle Raniero, say hi from me, yeah? It would be nice to see them again.” Mista nodded, smiling and wheezing a laugh when he gave him a quick but strong hug, followed by few pats on his shoulders, right like when they were just children. Some things never changed…

“I’ll do. Be safe too, eh? Aunt Lia will kill me if you even get a scratch, you know.” Mista waved his hand, keeping the other in his trousers’ pocket, walking backwards, with that big smile that, Formaggio knew from their last months together, always made girls’ hearts tremble. The man shook his head, still smiling, even when Mista was now far away. What an unexpected meeting…

He took the letter, now with a serious gaze. Another “extra” task, it seemed… he put it back inside his gilet, closing the door and slowly walking to Risotto’s office, shooting a grieving gaze to one of the empty armchairs. Maybe things were about to change, finally…

And they would have had their revenge.

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