#ada writes

[spacemonkeysalsa]

Took a break from writing a book to draw characters from my book 💜

I haven't liked anything I've drawn in a while enough to share, but I gotta get better about that 😤

This is Senta and Florenza, they are in love but neither of them has admitted it yet.

[ada-ist-writing]

Mr. Jack by System Of A Down, as a short story

Mr. Jack awakes early in the morning. He had a hangover the previous night, and some of the drugs he took left him groggy and unfocused. After staying laying down on his back for perhaps an hour, he rises and staggers to the bathroom. He examines himself in the mirror.

His acne-scarred crater-face he kept in high school makes him appear rough around the edges. His eyes are bloodshot. He picks up a bottle of mouthwash he sees and uses it in an effort to hide the remnants of alcohol on his breath.

He checks his watch. Six oh nine. Early as hell, he thinks.

Mr. Jack was not in fact at his house, a fact which he remembers walking back out to the living room. He sees the mess a party created. I'm way too old for parties, he thinks. His girlfriends left him and as of recent, he hasn't been able to find one, just one-night stands. As he walks to his car, he considers his girlfriends. He only ever truly loved one, if he's being quite honest with himself. He notes they all tried to love him, but he couldn't mature for them.

He gets in his car and turns the key. He can't quite focus; but if he doesn't get caught, then it won't be considered a crime.

The drive home isn't far, but he decides to stop by a pharmacy to find something to help him feel better. Something like Narcan.

The drive goes on smoothly for thirty eight minutes- but a black and white vehicle with blue and red lights pulls up behind Mr. Jack. He doesn't register, but when he does, he pulls over immediately. He crashes his car into the railing by misfortune, and, in a scared manner, gets out immediately and starts running. He's not wearing too much, so the cold winter air bothers him.

"Echo zero-two-one-eight, we have a thirty year old black male running. Caused an accident. Possible intoxication. Showing signs of aggression."

The police grab their rifles from the back seat. They sprint after Mr. Jack; while looking behind him, he trips on a rock and hits his head hard on the ground. He scrambles back, but they catch up.

"Normally, we'd ask you to put your hands up and get out of the car." "Fuck you, pig." "You took way too goddamn long to pull over, what's the deal with that? You trying to get a record? We have your license plate. You gotta face authority." "Nobody cares if I live or die anymore."

The arrogant protectors train their guns on Mr. Jack. "Is that why your suicidal ass is intoxicated on the fucking freeway? You wanna get cemented?"

He doesn't respond. They check his breath. "What's your name?"

"My name is David Jack." "Mr. Jack, is that the mouthwash in your eyes?" "Yes." "You realize this will be the cause of your demise. Is that the trick of your disguise?" "Sir, I'm intoxicated." "We fucking knew that, n****r." Mr. Jack spits. The other officer shakes his head. "You ran like three red lights, idiot."

Mr. Jack struggles. "You're nothing like me," says the officer pinning him down and detaining him. The officers turn off their bodycams.

[berrycrisps]

Boys of progress 💙

[mournfulroses]

Ada Limón, from "Shelter: A Love Letter to Trees," published in June 2022

[lucidloving]

Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence // Ada Limón, "Lies About Sea Creatures" // Sherita Walker // @itsbaditsgood // Richard Siken, "I Had a Dream About You" // Richard Siken, "You Are Jeff" (8) // Richard Siken, "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out" // @_demarmol on Instagram // Anne Sexton, "The Touch"

[unicornpopcorn14]

So we all know by now that Dazai is comfortable enough around Chuuya to show nervousness/worry.

Enough times for Chuuya to pick up on that pattern. The pattern, may I remind you, that doesn't have evident correlation to either nervousness or worry to most people. One that can even be interpreted as misplaced given the situation.

Which means that Dazai has done this in front of Chuuya so often, that Chuuya at first was hella confused, before he finally made a connection between when and why it happens. And still remembered that connection after four years of separation. Which gets us to my point:

What if this isn't the only emotion Dazai displays weirdly?

What if he has multiple unconventional patterns he displays for sadness, frustration, content, or disgust? The times he really feels them, and they become too strong for him to just deal with normally? What if these are the only times he's actually being genuine with his emotions?

And Chuuya is the only one who is familiar with them all?

Dazai would be jumping rope and Chuuya would be like, "quit sulking, let's get icecream"

Dazai hanging upside down on the couch and Chuuya going, "It's okay, mackerel. You can cry."

Dazai actually crying, full on heart-wrenching sobs, and Chuuya unironically going, "What, good news?"

It's just... comforting, for one person in Dazai's life to read him like a book. Everyone else would look at him like he's crazy, displaying wrong emotions/behaviors at the wrong time, but Chuuya knows that it's just how he processes feeling properly, and thus he's the only one Dazai can count on to put things into context and understand, which makes him display them even more openly.

Because Chuuya never shamed him for his quirks, as much as Dazai never did his.

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"I BELIEVE THERE IS A GOD. BUT I'M NOT SURE HE STILL BELIEVES IN US." // MUSINGS ABOUT GOD

Vi Khi Nao Fish in Exile // pinterest // Ada Limón The Echo Sounder, from "Lucky Wreck" // Mitski Bug Like an Angel // Margaret Atwood Half Hanged Mary // Ethel Cain American Teenager // Supernatural (2005-2020) cr. Eric Kripke // Elle Emerson Regarding the Röttgen Pietà // Yves Olade Belovéd // Kim Addonizio Wild Nights from "Tell Me" // Jensen McRae Machines // Supernatural (2005-2020) cr. Eric Kripke // Anna Kamienska A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook (tr. Clare Cavanagh) // Tom Waits Day After Tomorrow // pinterest // Lauren Camp Upon Taking the Universe One Thing at a Time

[feral-ballad]

Ada Limón, from Sharks in the Rivers; “The Widening Road”

[Text ID: “She cannot decide what she desires, but today / it is enough / that she desires and desires. That she is / a body / in the world, wanting, the wind itself / becoming / her own wild whisper.”]

[yurozo]

holidays headcanons (resident evil)

┌─── ∘°❉°∘ ───┐ characters: chris, leon, jill, claire, rebecca, carlos, luis, ada, wesker warnings: mentions of alcohol, some swearing.

a/n: i know this is late but all the recent love for the restaurant au inspired me!! check that one out here! love u pookies and i hope you had a great holidays <3 if you want me to cover anyone else, or have any other suggestions for au's please let me know! └─── °∘❉∘° ───┘

chris redfield:

this man comes for one reason and one reason alone: the food. you best believe chris redfield is grabbing two plates piled sky-high and scarfing it down before the rest have even served themselves. because of a particular incident involving leon and a nerf gun, chris has been banished to the kids table for the foreseeable future. he gets to sit there with (baby) sherry in a shitty little plastic barbie chair that claire bought off amazon-- the legs are bowing under his weight and are clearly destined to snap during some point in the night. as for the games, chris takes no part in it. why? he's stone cold passed out in the lazyboy. i'm talking full on snoring, scratching at his chest, mouth open, and drooling asleep. nothing is waking that man up from his food coma, other than literally firing a gun three inches away from his ears.

as for you, chris softens a little bit. he'll reluctantly indulge whatever you want to do, even if he's grumbling about it a little the whole time. this man is a practical gift giver, unless claire gets involved and gets you something indulgent in chris' name. if it were up to chris alone, he's replacing whatever you have that's worn down or unusable. he just wants to see you comfortable and stress-free, and he really doesn't have the mind for other things.

leon kennedy:

respectfully, he's the typical white dad of the group. he eats a good amount of mashed potatoes and roast beef, downs a couple whiskeys, and he's out for the count. there's been a couple occasions that he's gotten a little too rowdy, and relentlessly barraged the dinner table with whatever one-liners or borderline traumatic stories that come to his mind. he's fine, he swears, it really was funny that time he almost got blown up.

god forbid sherry grows up and starts bringing partners around the place, leon takes it upon themselves to act like her personal bodyguard. he'll sit in an armchair and stare daggers at them every time they so much as touch her, and it takes a while for him to warm up to them. for the games, do NOT ask that man to play charades. honestly, it will just be embarrassing for the both of you.

leon really does try his best when it comes to you. his gifts are usually something you eyed while out with him somewhere, which he very sneakily bought while you weren't looking. however, he's downright terrible at hiding it for you if he buys it ahead of time. you have to just act surprised and loving about the whole thing, and leon's putty in your hands. there's always a hand around your waist when you're in the vicinity, and leon loves to brag about your title in casual conversations. (eg. "yeah, my wife/husband is a pretty good cook. it's no big deal")

jill valentine:

jill's been banned from helping in the kitchen for five years. it's not her fault, honestly, she got a little too distracted sharing war stories with the others that she forgot the yorkshires were still in the oven. she'll happily eat everything though, or bring a store-bought dessert if need be. every single year, she takes photos of chris passed out in the armchair until she can make a photo album to gift him. there's a framed photo of chris mid-fall after the barbie chair finally gave way that's hanging above the fireplace, courtesy of her. also likes to take lil sips of leons whiskey when he's not looking since he always brings the good stuff.

she claims that she doesn't get into the games, but she gets super intense about charades to the point that everyone's reluctant to team up with her. she's shouting answers like there's a ticking bomb that will go off when the time runs out, and she'll scold you if she thinks your acting performance wasn't oscar worthy. she's flinging around a beer can during the whole thing and nearly soaking everyone in the vicinity.

when you start coming around for the holidays, jill visibly relaxes. she can let a lot of her guard down, and everyone likes to give her shit about how lovesick and happy she becomes. she's also a victim of the practical gift giving trait, but occasionally she likes to buy you something just because she thinks you would look nice in it. but there's always an extra gift at home that she won't let you open in front of the others, she has to maintain some sort of dignity.

claire redfield:

her and rebecca are the only reasons this tradition goes on for as long as it does. rebecca does most of the logistics, claire is the one who keeps that ship running while it's happening. the two of them are such a scary pair when they want shit done, that everyone else just has to follow along. claire is the one that banished chris to the kids table, but still lingers around to keep an eye on sherry and make sure she's eating enough. when sherry's old enough to bring partners around, she's the welcoming one, and will secretly jab leon in the ribs whenever he starts acting up.

claire likes to experiment with the games every single year, usually after incidents or fights break out. white elephant got banned after four different people just bought gift cards to the gun store (im assuming this exists there, im canadian). she's shaking the box of names aggressively at anyone who tries to get away, and will tip chris right out of that damn chair. they rarely get to be together with all the missions, so help her god they're going to enjoy it.

you're the first person claire actually brings around. sure, she's had relationships, but bringing you around to family christmas is a big deal. and don't worry, everyone else will tell you just how much of a big deal it is. you're the first person she tells everything too, and on the drive there, she's giving you a full run down on what she thinks of everyone (claire has very strong opinions). for gifts, she loves to buy you things. her favourite gifts are outfits either you can wear on her motorcycle, or matching clothes she painted herself.

rebecca chambers:

the holidays are a stressful time for her. not only does she have to cook for the most ravenous group of people that definitely do not cook for themselves enough, but she has to make sure they don't kill each other during it. despite that, dinner is always amazing, and the desserts are just to die for. she takes a special pride in her desserts, and if a couple extra supplements sneak themselves into the dinner, she definitely does not know anything about that. one of the few things that gets her through the holidays is the extra sweet hot chocolate and egg nog concoction that she makes for herself. leon tried it one time by accident and nearly gagged at just how sweet it was.

rebecca is very into the games and gifts section. it's the one time she gets to sit down and relax a little bit, and she does love how intense everyone gets about the whole thing. she's just happy that everyone can get together, and maybe relax after everything that's happened. despite her enthusiasm and smarts, she is downright terrible at charades. her answers are always way too complex for the minute they have to guess whatever she's miming. how the hell is anyone supposed to guess t-011 from hand gestures?

rebecca is by far the best gift giver out of the bunch. whatever she buys you is well-thought out, personal, and helpful. she likes to have you hang around the kitchen while she cooks, and will always feed you little spoonfuls under the guise of taste-testing. really, she just wants to make sure you eat, especially before chris can get his grubby little hands on the entrees.

luis sera:

leon invited him a total of one time, and luis had just become a permanent fixture of the whole thing. you best believe luis is bringing a karaoke machine and performing bad renditions of holiday music complete with an improvised choreography. he tried to bring leon into it one time, and nearly got roundhoused so hard that rebecca had to take them both out like misbehaving dogs. despite that, he always brings around a home-cooked entree to dinner, which rebecca appreciated greatly. luis also has the tendency to spin great tales about what he did during the year, which are definitely all lies.

in part two of the party, luis likes to be a little tipsy for the whole thing. who can blame him, he likes a party. just don't get him talking about his work, he'll talk about it for hours with increasingly complicated language that only rebecca can understand. like her too, he also gets really into the games section. luis is mentally keeping track of the stores, and will argue with anyone that tries to get the one up on him. i mean, he really deserved the point on the last one, so what if he buffs the numbers a little?

luis love to brag about you to all the others, you're his lovely partner and somehow agreed to date him, how could he not? his gifts for you are always a little extravagant, because he wants everyone else to know just what a good boyfriend he is. you're also the reason why he got chewed out over pda during the holidays. luis is just not the kind of man that can keep his hands off you, it's the season of romance.

carlos oliveira:

he's the one person who rebecca allows in the kitchen. carlos is always willing to help, and he'll even do it with a cheesy little apron on. it just makes his ass look nice, and these people deserve a treat on the holidays. god forbid carlos, leon, and jill are sitting together for dinner. they're throwing around the worst jokes known to man, and cackling loudly the whole time, especially if they're a couple beers deep. he's used to a big family, so this kind of gathering is right in his element. he makes sure there's enough food and drink for everyone, even if he's next to chris in eating it all.

another victim of getting too into the games. he likes to have fun and joke around, so he's definitely energetic, but doesn't take it too seriously. carlos is ultimately there to have a good time, and if a pretty woman is telling him to play, he's definitely not going to say no. he's relaxing back in his chair, beer in hand, yelling out suggestions and laughing loudly.

for you, he's just happy to bring you around and show you a good time. you don't have to worry about a damn thing during the holidays, carlos is doing everything so you can just lay back and enjoy the festivities. your drink is empty? carlos is already up and heading to the fridge. you want more dessert? there's another plate already in your hands.

ada wong:

no one really knows the reason she's here. people suspect she found out the location through her own means and just started showing up. or that wesker invited her for insurance reasons. she'll offer to help in the kitchen, and they always turn her down because she's definitely overdressed and they don't want to risk her getting dirty. during the dinner, she just like to witness the inevitable trash fire, or chatting quietly with luis about whatever work drama happening with him.

she's not playing any games. don't ask her. ada will give you a mean glare until you leave her alone. she wants to sit there and watch the wreckage and drink her little drink, she is not playing charades even if there's a gun to her head. get her to gossip though? she will happily engage in telling you dirty secrets about everyone else ( no one can figure out how the hell she knows these things).

ada's rigging the whole thing so you win. she wants to see you happy, and you'll be even happier when you see what she's got you. again, there's no way to tell exactly how she knows what you wanted, but you can be sure you're getting it. and it's in a pretty box, carefully put together and wrapped with a red bow. there's also a mistletoe in her pocket, for when she can finally get you alone.

albert wesker:

no one knows who invited him. no one knows where he is the whole time (he's in the bedroom, pointedly avoiding everyone else). he'll come down to dinner, eat his food, say nothing, and go back upstairs. he's also not going to engage in any sort of ugly sweater tradition, he's wearing all black, and god help anyone who tries to get him to wear anything else. wesker will speak up about his open disdain for chris, but it's quickly shut down by rebecca before he can start a fight.

he doesn't really come around all that often. he prefers to do his work, have his own celebration, and pretend all these people don't exist. after certain events, he becomes a bit of an unspoken topic amongst everyone else-- just a person that used to come around thats' been replaced by their new family.

the only way he'll do anything for the holidays is if you're there. yes, he's going to complain and say he has better things to do, and he would much rather have your own private celebration, but he'll reluctantly do it if you bother him enough. he's giving you his present in private and away from prying eyes, because that relationship is just between you two, not these other people unworthy of even looking at you. whatever you tell him you want, he'll buy. money's no object for him, and anything that will make you happy while he works on other things.

[ada-ist-writing]

Big-brother love

When I started self-harming last year, my brother saw the marks on my arm. Each one symbolized a mistake I felt ashamed of (there were 19). He asked me what they were; I told him they were cat scratches for lack of a better lie. He told me he would punch me if I lied to him again. I didn't know what to do, so I told him the same lie, praying it would work. He punched my chest and pulled me close to a hug.

"I know how sadness feels, Ada." "..." "What did you do it with?" "Scissors." "I used those too. I'm telling mother." "No-" "No, I'm going to tell her."

I still have those marks on my left arm. I saw them recently while washing my hands. My brother is a good man. He's going into the air force, then coming back to serve as a firefighter. He drives me to school most days and has served an important figure in my life time and time again.

Appreciate your siblings. Though they may call you "faggot", their actions speak louder than words, and the fact that they check up on you when you're not well proves that they love you.

[sourdoughhound]

weird "i was religious when i was a kid but i'm not anymore" web weave

unknown // sylvia plath // teydegennaro on tiktok // clarkclancyy on reddit // unknown // ada limón, "the echo sounder" // akwaeke emezi // unknown

[mournfulroses]

Ada Limón, , from a poem titled "Banished Wonders," featured in The Hurting Kind: Poems

[theartofcollapse]

World’s Worst Detectives - Casey Novak

a/n: i'm taking requests, so feel free to dm me :) summary: you reveal your relationship with Casey to the SVU squad after 5 years. pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warning: none word count: 880

masterlist

The morning started like any other, Elliot sipping his too hot coffee, Fin scrolling through his phone, Olivia looking over case files, and Munch complaining about the copy machine. Business as usual, until Y/N walked into the precinct wearing a diamond ring the size of a small planet.

"Nice rock,” Fin said casually, before doing a double take. “Wait... damn, Y/N! What’s that about?”

“Yeah,” Olivia chimed in, narrowing her eyes. “What aren’t you telling us?”

Y/N smirked, leaning against the nearest desk. “What? This old thing?” she said, holding up her hand for dramatic effect.

“Holy crap, are you engaged?” Munch asked, adjusting his glasses like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Yep,” Y/N said breezily.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Elliot cut in, setting his coffee down. “Since when are you even dating anyone?”

“Since, like, five years ago,” Y/N said nonchalantly.

The room collectively froze. It was like Y/N had dropped a bomb in the middle of the squad.

“Five years?” Olivia echoed, her voice a mix of shock and betrayal. “You’ve been dating someone for five years and didn’t say a word?”

“We’re just private and don’t bring our personal lives to work,” Y/N replied with a shrug, clearly enjoying their stunned reactions.

“Private?!” Elliot gawked. “You’ve been in a five-year relationship and didn’t think to mention it?”

“Who’s the lucky mystery person?” Fin asked, leaning forward.

Y/N’s grin widened. “Casey.”

“Novak?!”

The room practically erupted at the revelation. And, as if summoned by their collective disbelief, Casey Novak herself walked into the precinct carrying a stack of files. She paused when she saw everyone staring at her like she’d just confessed to a major crime.

“What?” Casey asked, her brow furrowing.

“Oh, nothing,” Munch said, smirking. “We’re just learning that you and Y/N have been secretly dating for five years and are now engaged.”

Casey sighed, glancing at Y/N. “You told them?”

“They noticed the ring,” Y/N said with a shrug. “Kind of hard to miss.”

“Wait,” Olivia cut in, pointing between them. “How did you guys even get together? Like… how did this start?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Y/N said, shooting Casey a playful grin. “She flirted with me during my deposition prep. Very professional.”

“I did not flirt,” Casey said, rolling her eyes. “I advised you. Thoroughly.”

“Uh-huh,” Y/N teased. “And that ‘thorough advice’ turned into drinks after work, then dinner, then…”

“Please don’t finish that sentence,” Elliot groaned.

“You live together?” Olivia asked, her mouth still slightly open in shock.

“For years,” Y/N replied, looking far too pleased with herself.

“For years?” Fin exclaimed. “How the hell did we miss this?”

“You’re the detectives,” Y/N said, dripping with sarcasm. “How did you not find out?”

Elliot threw up his hands. “I don’t know! You two never acted like… you know… a couple.”

Casey let out a dry laugh. “Are you serious? We’ve been dropping hints for years. You just didn’t notice.”

“What hints?” Olivia challenged, crossing her arms.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Casey said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “The time Y/N brought me lunch to court every single day during that Riker’s assault trial?”

“Or,” Y/N added, “the time we came to the precinct’s Christmas party in matching sweaters and you thought it was a ‘cute coincidence.’”

“Oh my God,” Fin muttered. “The ugly snowman sweaters. How did I miss that?”

“And don’t forget, that time Casey stayed over at my apartment during that snowstorm. Elliot, you called me to ask if she made it home safe, and I said, ‘Yeah, she’s in the kitchen making pancakes.’”

Elliot slapped his forehead. “I thought you were just being a good host!”

Munch adjusted his glasses, a suspicious look crossing his face. “What about that time we caught you two sharing a cab after that fundraiser?”

“We went home together,” Casey said bluntly.

Munch’s jaw dropped. “And I just thought… God, I don’t know what I thought.”

“Clearly, not much,” Y/N teased.

Fin leaned back in his chair, laughing. “Man, we really are slippin’. I can’t believe we didn’t piece this together.”

“Hold up,” Olivia said, narrowing her eyes at Casey. “So, when you storm out of here after Y/N gets assigned to some dangerous op, that’s not just you being a concerned ADA, is it?”

“Nope,” Casey said with a sly smile.

“And the way you glare at anyone who so much as flirts with her?” Fin added.

“Yeah, that’s me marking my territory,” Casey said dryly.

“I feel so betrayed,” Elliot muttered, shaking his head.

“Oh, come on,” Y/N said, laughing. “You didn’t really need to know all this. It’s not like it affects your jobs.”

“We’re detectives,” Olivia said, throwing her hands up. “We’re supposed to notice things like this!”

“Maybe you should take a refresher course,” Casey quipped, earning a round of laughter from everyone except Elliot, who still looked like his world had been turned upside down.

“Well,” Munch said, standing up and grabbing his coat. “Congratulations, I guess. But if you two start making out in the precinct, I’m filing a complaint.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Y/N said, shooting Casey a wink. “We save that for home.”

“Stop,” Elliot groaned, covering his ears.

Casey smirked, pulling Y/N toward the door. “Come on, babe. Let’s leave them to process.”

As the two of them left, hand in hand, Olivia let out a deep sigh. “I can’t believe we missed this.”

“Maybe next time,” Fin said, still laughing, “we should start paying attention to what’s right under our noses.”

Munch shook his head. “Or maybe we should all just retire while we still have some dignity.”

[priscilladawn]

𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 ♡ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐭 𝐉𝐅𝐊 𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧, 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲, 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧��𝐬𝐬. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.

Humming a sweet tune, lips pressed together to spread your lipstick across your lips, suitcase held in your hands whilst you counted the amount of people that passed by like sheep. You couldn’t help but step ne foot out of the line, leaning to the side and stretching your head out to catch just a tiny glimpse of the plane. It wasn’t your first time anymore, you couldn’t help but feel the rush of adrenaline and blood rushing underneath your skin, nerves making your legs slightly wobble at the thought of being so high in the air on a flying piece of metal 30,000 feet above the air. Taking a deep breath in, your cheeks puffed up as you exhaled, the flushed pink hue all over the fat.

It felt like forever until it was your turn, watching a few old geezers be total assholes just because they’re sitting hallways across the plane from each other. Like It was the attendants fault that they chose the cheaper route and didnt pick their seats. Spending so much time sucked up in the drama abused you to not even realize that you were next, just looking at the attendant with a big childish smile all over your face.

“Ma’am? Do you have your ticket?” The woman asked with a raised eyebrow, a weirded out look on her face, eyebrows risen high before your pretty litttle world of drama was crushed. Smile immediately washing away like a flower down the river. Embarrassment and shame flushed those rosy cheeks that were once puffy and full of life.

“O-Oh yes! I-Im so sorry you know—Just like caught up in all the chatter and—“ Dugging through your junk filled bag, papers overflowing from the top as you yelped from the mess of papers that had landed onto the floor from your purse. Crumbling and creasing the paper in between your hands, luckily finding your passport with your plane ticket right in the middle, handing it to the woman with a witty expression plastered all over your face.

“Ah! You’ve been selected for a surprise upgrade to first class! Enjoy your flight ma’am.” What was once a mumbling bunch of words was now quiet and still. Eyes wide, twinkling like the biggest and brightest star at night. Pausing for just five seconds, not really knowing what to say. A random free upgrade? This was going to be the bests flight ever!

“R-Really..?”

“Mhm! Oooof all the amenities too! I’d take advantage of that if I was you.” With a laugh, the attendant handed you the ticket, gently patting your shoulder and sending you off with a smile.e Different from the first weirder out look she gave you. It was as if your knees were about to buckle whilst walking through that long passenger boarding bridge to the entrance of the plane. Being the last one to walk through, greeted by beautiful flight attendants in those tight little professional uniforms. You handed one of the nicer younger looking ladies your ticket, hands shaky and almost reluctant to give your ticket up. The sweet woman even led you too your seat and stuffed your carry-on in the overhead bin! Oh wow, premium service indeed!

“I’m starting to think you’re obsessed with me. Following me to my seat?”

That familiar voice from the gated lounge rung out, leaning back in those fancy first class seats, smirk on that stupid wanna-be-model face of his. Window that separated the two luxurious seats down, a clear sign of how little relaxation you’d get on this flight.

“I-I hope turbulence takes us both out,” you mumbled, cheeks burning as you stood there like a total idiot just staring at him. Taking hesitant steps forwards, shoulders slightly tense as you sat down. The words came out more like a squeak than an insult.

He chuckled, low and smooth. “You don’t mean that.”

You didn’t. But you weren’t about to tell him that. Not when your heart was doing jumping jacks just from sitting this close to him.

You tucked your legs slightly to the side, smoothing your skirt and trying to ignore the way those daring blue eyes bore into your soul. Your hands nervously clutched the seatbelt, and you glanced around the cabin like a little lost duck, eyes wide and sparkly. “I-I didn’t even know people got upgraded for free like this,” you said, more to yourself than him. “I thought it was just like…a rumor, just in the movies, or something.”

He watched you, amused, resting his chin in his palm. “Maybe you’re just lucky. What’s your name anyway, if you don’t mind me asking darling?

You looked at him then, lips pressed into a thoughtful pout. “Y/N. And no, I-I’m very much not lucky at all.” Continuing whilst leaning back against the plush cushioning of the seat. “I’m more of a trip-on-flat-surfaces kind of girl. Once I dropped an entire tray of iced coffee at work because someone smiled at me.”

His laugh escaped before he could stop it. “Cute name. I’m Leon.” He finally answered, holding out his hand expecting a handshake like it was some sort of business deal. Of course, you couldn’t leave him hanging, so your tiny little soft hand gently shook his—engulfed by his palm, rough padding of his fingers against yours. “Dangerous weapon, smiles.”

You giggled too, brushing your hair behind your ear shyly. “Exactly. Smiles should be illegal. Especially yours. It’s kind of… threatening. Scary.”

His brows lifted, clearly enjoying himself now. “You think my smile is threatening?” Leon pointed to himself.

You nodded quickly, avoiding his eyes, twiddling with your thumbs. “Mmhm. Feels like I’m about to sign my soul away or something.”

A silence stretched for a second — a warm one. He leaned back slightly, watching you with a new softness in his gaze.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said.

You buried your face in your hands. “It wasn’t supposed to be!”

“But it was,” he teased. “You just didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

You let out a helpless little whimper, trying not to melt into your seat. “You’re not supposed to be nice and annoying. It’s unfair. I-It’s not how this game works!”

Just then, the captain’s voice crackled over the speakers, announcing takeoff. You tensed slightly, gripping the armrest with both hands. Not because you were terrified of flying, exactly — but something about that moment right before takeoff always made you feel like you were about to be launched into a new life.

He noticed your white-knuckled grip.

“Nervous flyer?”

You offered him a sheepish look. “Not nervous. Just…respectfully terrified.”

Without a word, he gently nudged his hand through the privacy window, letting his fingers rest just beside yours. Close enough to notice. Not close enough to scare you.

“I got you,” he said, voice lower now. “It’s just a plane. But if it helps, you can think of me as your emotional support seatmate.”

You blinked, lips parting slightly in surprise.

Then — despite yourself — you smiled.

It was small. Soft. But real.

And suddenly, flying 30,000 feet above the ground didn’t seem quite so scary anymore. Feet kicking at lift off, and unfamiliar yet warm fingers were caressing your knuckles.

Yay I stayed true to my words! <3 hope you all enjoy this part 2! Not sure if this is like…Series or something now, help! I really wanna finish “old dogs and new dolls” first before starting anything big again! Unless you all prefer this over “old dogs and new dolls”! Anyways, I love all of you and stay safe everyone! Drink your water, eat a nice yummy meal, and take care of yourself. And once again, if anything is wrong, bad, or if I made a mistake please let me know! Thank you all! 💝

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Tiny skk adventures!

not like they're also cranky and tired and touch-starved

[oracleofevil]

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 || 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍.

author's note: you can find the men's version right over here.

warnings: slight angst, major fluff, slight toxic behaviour.

characters included: 𝗔𝗱𝗮, 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲, 𝗷𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘆, 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗰𝗮.

,'✿— 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 —⁠✿,'

𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆

she memorises your habits but doesn't let you learn hers, she knows everything about your schedule from your doctor's appointments to the way you behave when you're nervous. you don't know anything about her.

she doesn't verbally says 'i love you' but buys you things that you didn't ask for, your missing jacket? replaced with a brand new expensive one. favorite chocolates from another country? a whole bag is kept on the countertop. you really wanted that special edition merch hoodie? you now have two.

has a habit of staring at your lips when you talk.

she disappears for weeks on end, but when she comes back all bruised and bloody, you kiss her like none of it ever bothered you.

Doesn't let you go on her phone. Ever.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

has a habit of mothering you, it's her way of showing you love. extra blankets whenever you feel cold, your favourite home cooked meal whenever you feel like it. packed lunches. It's an old habit.

she gives you her jacket when she's the one who's freezing. has a habit of overcommitting and doesn't know when to draw a line.

leaves emergency med kits all over the house as if it's a battle zone.

accidentally over-parents you. it's out of fear of the fact she wasn't able to protect her brother's peace or sherry's childhood. maybe she can protect you.

cuddles like a koala.

𝐉𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄

she doesn't hold your hand when she's nervous, she holds your wrist. she needs to feel your pulse to know that you're actually here.

she NEVER lets you see her breakdown, but more often than not you find her sitting on the shower floor, with the water running ice cold.

she smells like antiseptic all the time, even at home, even in bed. she has a habit of scrubbing herself raw in the shower.

she organises your drawers and shelves because it's oddly peaceful for her.

says "text me when you get there" even if it's the grocery store.

𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐌

reads in bed and always falls asleep on your chest.

she decorates the place with little trinkets, silly cat mugs, colourful dreamcatchers and those goofy ahh rugs.

you guys need to have everything matching together, toothbrushes, t-shirts, mugs, even handguns. she throws a fit if you deny.

has a habit of over-apologizing.

buys you veryyy expensive things and is very nonchalant about it, you once mentioned your dream of having your own private jet. guess what happened the next morning.

𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒

has a habit of keeping a mental record of your bruises or scrapes, makes sure every little scratch has been properly treated.

diagnoses your moods as symptoms. "you're acting irritable, did you just have coffee for breakfast again?".

has built you a medicine cabinet enough to treat an army.

sleeps with her phone on full volume with the loudest ringtone known to man.

has a toxic habit of using her kindness as a leverage against you. "after all that I've done for you?".

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆~!