#i wish i wasn’t sad. i rly rly do

[stardial]

ughhh i cant sleep :(

[pepprs]

last few hours in boston :(

[enhahooninurwindow]

Enhypen hyungline reaction to their s/o telling them they miss them on ft

Paring: enhypenhyungs x reader 🍓 MASTERLIST

Genre: fluff 

Wc: 393

Sunday, 17 March, 2024

Btw this is my first fic so pls be understanding abt any mistakes and feel free to correct me 💕

Heeseung:

Heeseung knew you missed him as much as he missed you. You would get on ft to call him every night to tell him abt ur day, tour etc. one night, drained and tired, you mumbled a soft “I miss u seungie I rly do” although both of u weren’t rly awake at that late of an hour, Heeseung heard it and the only thing he could wish for atm was to run to you and huge u big bear hug followed by a kiss on the forehead 

Jay: 

Being separated from each other wasn’t easy, for u and for him. You missed his dinner made with love, his touch, his gentle voice, you missed HIM. Ft was ur only choice to video call him and no matter how tired he would be, he always made sure to get on the call and listen to ur stories whether it was boring or not. “and then I just decided to rest” you say will looking into jay's half awake eyes. “I miss you babe, I just wanna be next to u rn” his heart dropped seeing you sad “I miss u too baby, u shld get some sleep”

Jake:

No matter how exhausted u were, seeing him  and hearing his soft voice managed to make u smile. During the day, u would smile going thru ur photos tgthr. It was not too late into the evening when u called him. Excited he picks up on,y to see u laying down looking tired. You go on taking abt ur day until notice him smiling, u were just too pretty in his eyes. feeling sincerity fill the air, u say a soft “I miss u Jake ilysm” to which he smiles 

Sunghoon:

he listens to u blabber and vent even tho he’s extremely tired himself. he just keeps aside whatever he was doing and watches ur eye sparkle as u continue talking abt the best parts of ur day. He feels warm inside listening to u and considering the fact that he doesn’t talk to others that much, ur his radio and he listens to u with ‘mmm’ and ‘ohhh’ as a response in his sleepy state. Finding him cute, u whisper “I miss u hoon. so much.” blood rushed up to his cheeks exposing a pink hue. all giggly, he replies a flustered ‘i miss u too y/nie’

[starglitterz]

Hey quill 👀

If there is one selfish thing that Xiao lets himself have, it is the small, hand-carved charm of a bird that hangs from a cord on his wrist.

It’s rough— the work of amateur hands. The cuts on the wood are jagged on some places, too deep in others. He had barely recognized it for what it was when you first presented it to him in the palm of your hand. But now, it’s one of the things he holds dear to his heart— a memory of some of the happiest times in his too-long life.

As he turns it around in his fingers one evening, gentle fingers stroking over every groove and every divot in the wood, he wonders if you had gotten any better. If you had perused this hobby, or if you had moved on to another.

He misses you. It’s something he’s accepted since the very second you left him. It’s a feeling that only grew with each second that you never returned.

Xiao wonders if you’re happy, wherever you may be. He wonders if you’ve made beautiful sculptures out of wood, if you’ve managed to pen words that left people in awe. He wonders if you achieved your dreams— it’s all he’s ever wanted for you, after all.

His head bows, an emptiness growing in his stomach as he realizes that, no matter how hard he wishes it, your dreams don’t include him in the picture. He wasn’t meant to partake in your happiness— perhaps you had never intended for him to.

But maybe it’s better this way, Xiao thinks, his hand falling away from the charm on his wrist. With you in someone else’s arms, living your life to the fullest and not sparing a thought to the yaksha who still lingers on the balcony you had both shared. Perhaps you are living the perfect life, doing the things you love. Waking up every day with a smile and living with a heart full of love.

He hopes you are. He hopes with all his soul that, even if he isn’t the one making you smile, or the one that you carve little wooden charms for— that you are the happiest you can be. That’s all he asks for.

Xiao sighs, feeling wearier than he has in centuries. The ache in his bones, in his heart, in his very being, feels especially painful tonight. He should roam the marsh— see if there is anything he must take care of. See if there is anything to take his mind off of his thoughts.

But before he sets away off in a flurry of wind, he hesitates— then presses a soft kiss to the charm, and hopes that wherever you are, you feel at least an inkling of the love this forgotten yaksha still has for you.

— 🐈‍⬛ ♡

WOW. this sure is So Sad. what a tragic story, i feel so bad for the main character :( yet for some reason their name isn't showing up and i can't quite figure out who or what they're supposed to be...? it might be some kind of tumblr glitch;;; hope it gets fixed soon! anyways i've got to check on baizhu, he's been rather weak lately :( MWAH thanks anon for the story even if i couldn't rly get the character 😞🫶 also my hobby is actually prepping medicine w baizhu, not anyt else 🥰

[brackenfur]

thinking of bluestars perception of herself + motherhood is a rly rly interest concept to me cus in canon she just gives mistyfoot and stonefur to riverclan for ambition, but when i think more abt her…..i like the idea of bluestar grappling w motherhood in general. like yes she wants to be deputy, she knows thistleclaw wouldn’t be a good choice, but i wonder if she really wanted to be a mother in that point of time in the first place. ig if i were to write it, i’d like to see bluefurs choice to give her kits to oakheart to raise a bit of an easier decision for her cus she wasn’t ready to be a mom so early in her life. she could barely get any sleep, she didn’t have as much time for herself - it was a hard adjustment for her, and it’s worse cus she doesn’t have her mother or sister to talk to about it. moonflower and snowfur seemed to mold so easily into motherhood - she doesn’t know why she couldn’t do the same. why she was still so sad and miserable even though she had kids - she thought it was because of the deputyship and fate of thunderclan being in danger. or maybe because she couldn’t raise her kids with oakheart and was doing it alone. but i think years later after tigerclaws betrayal, she suffers though so much guilt because she realizes that she wasn’t ready to have kids at that point in her life yet, and now that she’s much older and her kids dont know her, she wishes she had just pushed though it and kept them.

in canon it’s all about her ambition which is fine if that’s what you prefer - she doesn’t necessarily want to give them away, but the writers never go into bluestars personal feelings about motherhood and if she was even ready. at least that’s my understanding, anyway

[nixytea]

one aisle away | k.sn

synopsis » the cafe sunoo ‘s parents run isn’t just any cafe. the hundreds of classics in this old, dusty bookshop - austen, dickens, hemingway, you name it - are all the flip of a page away for anyone who wishes to enjoy literature with a cup of coffee in hand. a schoolmate visits every day, and he can’t help but hope she talks to him, even if it’s just to ask for food or a book.

pairing » café employee!kim sunoo x customer!reader

genre » book café au, fluff, light comedy, schoolmates(?) au

warnings » studying, sad top student, sunoo is very whipped, yn is kinda sad

a/n » in case you can’t tell, i really really like bookstores and coffee. not rly a typical café au so idk! i just think sunoo in an apron is very cute.

w/c » 1.3k

IN sunoo’s small world, home is never far away. home is in the bitterly rich aroma of freshly-ground beans, in the gentle whirr of a coffee machine, in the delicate cream foam that sticks to the edge of a mug (and eventually someone’s upper lip).

but sunoo’s safe place is not made of coffee beans and evaporated milk alone. if he could build a roof of paper over his head, so that whenever you looked up you would see words instead of a starry night sky, he would do it in a heartbeat. comfort is in the steady fluttering of sepia-tinted pages, the faint woody smell that tells you once upon a time, the crisply folded sheets before you were living and breathing. maybe that was what made the stories tediously crafted upon the pages come to life.

to say sunoo is absolutely thrilled to finally help out in his parents’ café would be an understatement. for as long as he can remember, the quaint coffee house-library has been his paradise. his sister works full time here, so the one in charge when he helps out is usually her. after long days at school, the café’s atmosphere is all he needs to unwind. it’s a popular place too, and sunoo’s parents are doing well. students and office workers alike come here during their breaks. mothers take their children here for a time of peace and quiet away from home. sunoo’s even seen some sweet ahjummas come down for a book club session.

the best part of it all, however, wasn’t just the café. every day after school, sunoo would slip the khaki-coloured apron around his waist, plead with his sister to let him run the register, and greet the patrons with a smile. it was the perfect opportunity for sunoo to catch a glimpse of you.

you’d shown up in his safe place very suddenly - shortly after he’d uploaded a video on the café’s tiktok (“perfect for students!” it said). he didn’t think someone would actually show up, let alone his class’ top student. but either way, your presence was welcome. every day, you would come alone, randoseru in tow, to the same spot next to the window, just one aisle away from the cashier. sometimes, he’d save it for you, although you didn’t need to know that. he even had your coffee order memorised. he likes that you chose that spot, since he can just turn his head and watch you for as long as he wants.

his sister had noticed you the day you walked into the café. “sunoo, isn’t that girl from your school? she’s wearing the uniform,” she had asked him, a sly smile creeping onto her face as sunoo’s cheeks began to warm with a deep red. “yah noona, she’s just a schoolmate, don’t think too much about it!”

little did his sister know, the one thinking too much was him. he had met you in school multiple times: cleaning duty, at the canteen, even shared the same english class once. but you’ve been so absorbed in your work that you never realised it was him who served you your coffee every day. he always volunteered, hoping you’d look up. but you always replied with nothing more than a soft “thank you”, and maybe it was his fault for not staying long enough for you to see his face.

on this particular day, sunoo’s sister has decided that if she can’t get any action, she’ll just have to live through her brother. “just talk to her. she definitely knows your name, right?”

sunoo groans, burying his head in his arms. “you just don’t get it. i can’t just go up to her, that’s terrifying.”

“you drama queen!” she chides, slapping her brother’s arm playfully. “what’s the matter? aren’t you supposed to be a social butterfly? i should tell your heeseung hyung about how shy you’re being over a girl.”

he drags a hand over his face, weariness washing over him at his weakened resolve. “i can’t, noona. she’s too pretty.”

his sister’s laughter fills the little back room, the teasing smirk only growing wider. “and you’re a pretty boy. perfect match. now go on out there and cherish your youth!” with a rough (but well-meaning) shove, sunoo finds himself standing behind the counter. and who better to show up now of all times than you? 

you scan the array of daintily decorated cakes behind the glass casing, and sunoo notices your eyes lingering on the same cake you get every time. fighting the amused chuckle that threatens to surface in his throat, sunoo puts on his brightest smile. not his usual customer service smile, but a genuine one saved for you. “you know, i can recommend a different flavour to you. i promise you’ll like it!” he quips, eager to prove himself. 

for the first time, sunoo sees your usually stoic demeanor crumble into a flustered one. “you…know my order?” your voice is music to sunoo’s ears, even more so since he’s hearing more words than “one lemon cake please” for the first time.

“of course! how would you like to try a slice of our matcha cake? there’s macarons on the top too! and the buttercream is heavenly, freshly made this morning. how’s that sound?”

the faint smile that twitches in the corner of your lips sends sunoo squealing internally. how can someone be so cute? “yeah, i’d like that. thanks…what’s your name?”

“sunoo! kim sunoo. we go to the same school,” he offers, grinning giddily as he sets your cake on a plate. “you’re in oh haewon’s class, right?”

“yeah, and you’re in the class next door?” 

he nods in reply. “mhm. i’ve heard about you. you’re our school’s top student, that’s so cool.”

a smile breaks out across your face, but sunoo notices a bitter undertone under the surface. “ha, well it comes at a cost, as you can see. i come here every day alone to study. not much of a social life, unlike you. i mean, you’re really sociable. you hang out with the seniors and the juniors. literally everyone knows you. and your grades are in the top percentile too, aren’t they?”

you aren’t wrong, sunoo has to concede. he’s seen you during lunch, eating your sandwich alone. sometimes he wants to join you, let you talk his ears off so you won’t have to not say a word. he wants to hear you, to see you, because everything about you is just so airy, as if it were straight out of a dream. a dream he’d never want to wake up from.

“we…aren’t really in such different worlds, you know. i still wanna get to know you.” sunoo clears his throat, averting his gaze as the reality of what he just said slaps him in the face the moment he sees your eyes expand to match the huge oreos in the display case. oh no, too soon?

but the panic is momentary, as he soon watches a flicker of hope appear in your eyes, an adorably shy smile adorning your face. “me too. you've been so sweet, i should find some way to return my gratitude..” 

then keep coming, he wants to say. come here every day, so we can pretend we’re leading double lives like we're two idiots in a cheesy romance novel. 

you glance around, and sunoo swears his heart’s learnt to do gymnastics as his eyes meet yours. “so, uh…any books you’d recommend? i’ve always been an aisle away from the counter, and i think i’m ready to pick up some new books.” there’s a newfound confidence in your voice, an unmistakable invitation offered towards him, and sunoo is determined not to let this chance slip by. “no problem. i’ll deal with a few customers and join you soon. oh,” he adds, winking in your direction. “don’t miss me too much.”

one aisle away? not anymore.

a/n: hELLO im back isnt sunoo cute!!! y/n u are cute too 🫶🫶 (also is it just me or does adding the readmore line triple the paragrph underneath. also day 2 after posting this a huge chunk got deleted and idk why im still trying to fix it, sorry for the long chunk!!) @svnkistz / @rikittens thx for beta reading this heheheheheh loved ur jake fic btw!!! read it here

[ravenoclock]

@labyrinthhofmymind

IM BACCKKK

Spoilers for a fic called presque vu by bizzarestars

TYSM FOR UR RESPONSE AAAA UR THE FIRST PERSOM WHO’S LISTENED TO MY RANTS AND AVGUALLY LIKES THWM SO TYSM UR THE BEST <33

CHAPTER ELEVEN MFS

Shit’s getting deep yall I grabbed the tissues just in case.

*clears throat* okay so starting off sad with Lily’s parents dying right off the bat. Holy fuck. And the fact that she didn’t cry until after the funeral?? MY GIRL DJSKSKKSKA. I CANT RN. and Sirius being like ‘I wanna fuck Remus’ and Harry being like ‘nuh-uh’ and crying LMAO. Hilarious.

He lives anyway, in the end. They both do. Rats can survive in even the most dire of conditions, and all dogs were wild once. They both make it through, just not together. Rats and dogs rarely get along.

Foreshadowing comes in many forms.

Fuck. I can’t today. PETER PETER PETER. JUST ARGHH. WHY WHY WHY.

"No," Sirius croaks. "I can't ever imagine grieving you."

I’m on my way to go dig a grave for myself who’s with me? Cuz why? Would? You? Do? That? To? Me? Why? What? What the fuck??? I’ve spent so long deluding myself into believing canon isn’t real and that the marauders grew old and grey and happy together and then I read fics like these because I think im strong enough but in reality I just created a dream I can shatter (catch my reference? No? Yes?) but id rather the delusion shatter than my sanity but at this point idk. BEAR WITH ME. I’ll get therapy dw.

Sirius is right there with him, as that saying goes. She's growing, too, one day at a time even as she digs her heels in for every inch. She's just as imprisoned as him, in her own way. A prison of her own body, her blood, her name. She's been a prisoner her whole life.

Dead. Why is this so amazing??? Like I feel it in the very depths of my soul I swear.

JAMES WANTED CHILDREN. PLURAL. WHAT THE ACTUAL- I CANT. HARRY WAS GOING TO HAVE SIBLINGS. I FEEL NAUSEATED. IM GONNA THROW UP EVERYTJING INSIDE OF ME I SWEAR.

(This, too, is a prison. You feel that, don't you, deep down inside? One day soon, you'll be free from it, only for it to be replaced by another.)

The foreshadowing is crazy. Insane. Every other word for practically amazingly heart wrenchingly horrible.

Lily was pregnant. Lily was pregnant Lily was pregnant Lily was pregnant she had a baby she had a baby there was a baby THERE WAS ANOTHER BABY COMING THERE WAS ANOTHER FUCKING BABY COMING AND THEY FUCKING DIED AND THE BABY NEVER GOT TO LIVE THEY HAD ANOTHER BABY. HARRY WAS GOING TO HAVE A SIBLING. LILY WAS FUCKING PREFNANT. OH LORD IM GOING TO CRY A WHOLE FUCKING LOT NOW.

What if Halloween just doesn’t exist. They’ll live happily ever after right? Right? RIGHT????????

For Peter, this is, as the saying goes, his final straw. The camel's back is not only broken, it's been cleaved in half, and the fear spills out over the sides like blood, leading only to the promise of more. He's been straddling the line between both sides for nearly a year now, giving only bits and pieces of information to the death eaters just to make sure they won't kill him in duels, never enough for the Order to even suspect a proper spy at all, but now he knows which side is losing for sure, after this side has suffered so much loss, so it's time he throws his lot in where he can stop being afraid. He wants to survive like a rat, and gets his wish.

Fucking coward. I hope he dies a painful dead. Oh wait, he does. (I actually don’t remember. Does he? Idk if he dies at all ngl.)

Out of everyone, Marlene's are the only dreams that come true.

God fucking damn. Can I cry now? Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god. Marlene ml. You will be missed.

I rly can’t. The first death out of the main group came and went. It doesn’t feel as heart wrenching as it does when I read Marlene’s death in The Hand That Feeds cuz it wasn’t in her perspective, and Sirius is awfully and unhealthily detached and it’s just so so fucking sad I can’t even.

She died. I cried.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Strapping in because Zar said so.

The fact that people think the spy is Sirius. Because of his last name. A name she can’t control. A name that came from a reputation they tried so hard to remove themselves from only for others to only see it. The name ‘Black’ and what it’s associated with. I hope they all fuck themselves.

Sirius shouldn't even know about it, nor should Remus, or Peter, or Augusta—but of course, they all find out because Frank and Alice trust the latter, while James and Lily trust the former three. One couple here has made a mistake. Hint: it's not the one with parents.

OHHHHH MY GOD.

"Sirius isn't a fucking toy," James snaps.

Remus arches an eyebrow. "Then why do you treat him like one?"

Oh my lord. Oh my fucking lord.

It's funny. When the doubt creeps in, Remus will think about the question Sirius asked, and Sirius will think about the answer Remus gave, but neither will think about how Peter said nothing at all.

So…I don’t know what to say anymore. I can’t say anything. It’s so awful.

Mary ran. Dorcas died. Peter should die.

The emmary makes me want to die, too. WHY DIDNT EMMELINE GO WITH HER. MARY OBLIVIATED HERSELF TRYING TO PROTECT HETSELF.

Whoever the spy is, Sirius thinks that day, they're smart, and they're brutal, and they're not doing this just out of fear. There's more to it than just that, more that Sirius can recognize in the mirror; a deep, dark pit that the worst crawls out of, unleashed on those who don't think it exists there. This is someone who may not have always been a monster, but knows how to become one, and maybe believes that's the only option they have. This is someone, despite how hard it is to fathom and how hard it is to accept, that Sirius knows.

Irony never misses a chance to take center-stage in the tragic play of their lives. Believe it or not, they're still in act one. They're on their way to act two, though, one cut from the cast of characters at a time.

Peter doesn’t deserve to cry for deaths he fucking caused. He doesn’t deserve Sirius comforting him. He doesn’t deserve any mercy at all.

Very close now, with Dorcas out. Take a wild guess at who's next.

Emmeline. Lily and James. Those are my guesses.

Sirius starting to doubt Remus kills me.

Sirius thinking Remus is Dumbledore’s spy…im pretty sure he wasn’t? Was he? Maybe he was but I only remember Peter being both. Like Peter was the double agent before turning to work for baldy voldy.

The fact that Sirius thinks it’s Remus. The fact that none of them suspect Peter not even once.

Them trying to convince their best friends that the other is the spy. Why. Peter wasn’t mentioned once. I actually want to puke.

Also Dorcas. Just. Dorcas :( And then Mary running tf away cuz she’s done. I wanna die. Wolfstar fighting and falling in love during A WAR. MY LOVES. THEY FONT DESERVE IT.

I read like chapters 13-21 in a haze. Here’s my thoughts (not in any order whatsoever):

- Azkaban is so shitty to the extent that there’s no words to describe how fucked it is and how dehumanizing it makes its prisoners feel, innocent or not

- The entire chapter where Sirius was described without any pronouns was GENIUS and so brilliant I loved it

- Sirius passing time as Padfoot but forgetting a lot because of Padfoot and Azkaban :(

- Sirius using the dementors as a way of sh :(

- Sirius not remembering who his first kiss was (JAMES) actually KILLED ME

- OLDER WOLFSTAR REUNION WHOOP WHOOP I LOVE THEM

- THE HURT/COMFORT SCENE <333333

- THEYRE SO IN LOVE THAT I MIGHT STOP BREATHING

- THE BUGS oh the FUCKING bugs thing destroys me. i cried, threw up, did the whole thing. cuz GOD I WANT SOMEONE TO UNDERSTAND ME LIKE THAT HOLY SHIT. I LOVE THEM.

- Sirius and Crookshanks are cool asf

- DUMBKEDORE YOU MAD MAN WHY DO I LIKE YOU

- KINGSLEY

- Remus being jealous of Kingsley low key had me giggling and twirling my hair cuz Sirius is so oblivious like ‘oh he’s funny, and we’re mates’ AGAHSHGAA

- also Remus being like ‘we’re just friends’ you and who buddy? Ain’t no one buying that. And Sirius glaring holes into his head is so AHAHAHAHH. And then Sirius holding it against him for the next few chapters is actually hilarious. He’s so petty. I love them.

- Sirius: ‘hello buddy, best mate, my best of all pals’

Remus: ‘I sense I’ve made a mistake somewhere’

ZAR WRUTING THAT IS SO FUNNY. I think i might’ve cried from laughter.

- REMUS TELLS SIRIUS EVERYTHING. WOLFSTAR IS COMMUNICATING. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I LOVE IT.

- Sirius being upset that she’s not allowed to be there on Remus’ full moons is so cute, and then Remus letting her take care of him after, always, is so so adorable.

- MOLLY. THE WEASLEY TWINS. HERMIONE. HARRYYY MY DARLING.

- WE MET THE GOLDEN ERA KIDDSSSSSS

- also the doubt that maybe Peter wasn’t the spy and he had a reasonable explanation for it is so heartbreaking I actually wanted to puke. I think i did puke.

- PROFESSOR LUPIN. ENDEARING. FOND. SIRIUS COMBUSTING EVERYTIME REMUS FLIRTS WITH HIM. PERFECTION.

- Sirius singing in Azkaban :((

- the cross words. WAXING MOON.

THEY WERE MADE FLR EACHOTHER YOUR HONOR.

Thx for coming to my Ted Talk <3.

Btw I’m so sorry i haven’t been on tumblr recently. Been a bit busy.

[tennisarchives]

8, 14 and 20 💕

8. favourite on-court moment this year?

this was SO hard but okay i’m torn between jannik winning the first set tiebreak vs djokovic in the turin rr, and andrey + karen when they won madrid and got just jumped on each other

14. a player you've changed your opinion on?

okay nobody kill me. but. carlos. KDHDKDHSKS i wasn’t super fond of him at first. i thought he was good but i wasn’t so into how intensely he thumped the ball even when it wasn’t necessary??? like idk watching him felt stressful bc i felt like he would just burn bright and then get injured or smth. also i just rly like underdog stories and was sad when he won madrid against struff skdhdjdh

but he rly grew on me because of his boyish charm like!!!!!! how can you not root for him when he’s just. a boy. plus i feel like he’s gotten a bit smarter with when to use his full strength now which i do like

anyway i fully love him now 11/10 sorry i doubted you carlitos

20. make one wish for next year's season <3

jannik slam finalist. @ god i am looking at you directly and begging. i would say winner ofc but i’m afraid to say it in fear of getting jinxed

[kelin-is-writing]

i'm here with more dabi thoughts 🧍 (they never stop fr xD)

this one is little angsty? or hurt/comfort i guess 😏

imo dabi is prob a little very scared of touching you esp once you get into a relationship

for one there's his quirk. he's rly good at keeping it under control when he doesn't want to use it but you always manage to fluster him causing a little steam to come out of his ears lmao

so baby boy is worried he might hurt you by accident 😢

and then there's the other issue - his scars. he's terrified you might find them ugly and/or disgusting. he tries to avoid touching you as much as possible and always dodges any advances you try to make so you wouldn't feel the (what he would call it) "weird" texture of his burnt skin 😭

he's so insecure about it and once you notice what the issue is he better be ready to be drowned in love and affection

- 🥛

NO PLEASE. DO NOT MAKE ME START ON HOW HE FEELS ABOUT ACCIDENTALLY HURTING YOU, I BEG.

the last thing he wants in the world is to become like that scumbag of his old man, so even just a little unintentional swat at your hand make him panic internally and while you can’t see it on his face, his eyes says it all. dabi really didn’t want to do that, but he had moved his arm exactly when you were about to touch him, so automatically his elbow clashed with your palm but he didn’t hurt you.

he turns to you with an anxious knot inside his belly, from the fear of you possibly hating him now, apologizing right away as he felt his throat become dry from panic.

you smile to dabi while reassuring him but still notice how his bitter gaze stays on you even after you tell him he didn’t hurt you, so cupping his cheeks (which, at the start of your relationship, makes him flinch slightly as he isn’t used to it) you lean into him pressing your lips lovingly against his before moving only an inch away from him, noses brushing against each others as your eyes are fixed into his warmly and once again you reassure him with tender voice while rubbing your thumbs on his cheekbones.

right away dabi’s eyes soften, shoulder and forehead relaxes as a long sigh come from his nose while nodding briefly his arms go slowly to surround your shoulders, pulling you closer to him; he seriously has been holding back his breath until now from the worry without even realizing it poor boy 😭💔

and my god... those scars (that i don’t find ugly at all, if anything they attracted me to his character more 🤧), whenever he looks at himself in the mirror he ponders why the hell were you dating him when he looks like this.

usually dabi thinks that question inside his brain, but one night the two of you were laying on bed with you resting onto his chest caressing his skin, even the scarred one, happily which confused him and naturally that question came out of his lips before he could even think it through “what do you even like about my ugly self?”

now, what was he going to do if you decided to leave him after this? in the silence of the room, dabi bit the inside of his cheek taking in anxiously your surprised and upset expression. this was it, you were going to break up with him because his words made you realize that it wasn’t worth your time to stay with someone like him.

but no, instead you crawled up to be face to face with him and caressing his cheek you told dabi that you wished he could see himself with your loving eyes, how you see him through them “you love even these ugly scars?” and with that you told him he played himself because his scars were one of the many things you loved about him which takes him by surprised, making you giggle at his bewildered expression.

you told him that they did make you sad and cry from time to time whenever you remember how he got them and what he went through, but they were a proof that despite all the challenges god threw at him he was still alive because there were greater things in store for him “and one of those great things is me~!”, you joke with a little exclamation that has his heart flutter because of the beautiful smile on your face and your sparkling loving eyes, after not hearing him say anything you mutterd that you were just kidding of course, but instead with that calm of his dabi defies you “no, you’re right princess.” he comments with one of his most genuine, loving and beautiful smile ever seen on him.

automatically your cheeks become flame red before you melt on his chest under his confused gaze, then lifting up your face you look at him pouting and furrowing your eyes “i love you so damn much.”

[wigglesforsquiggles]

15Qs for 15 Friends

tagged by both @sherlock-is-ace and @vroombeams (many thanks !! :D)

Are you named after anyone?

Not to my knowledge, my parents just picked a name they liked (i was the one to tell them the meaning of it actually lmao)

When was the last time you cried?

Last week i Sobbed my eyes out at the series 2 finale of Astrid et Raphaëlle. Literally crying like a baby the entire second half of the episode (it wasn’t even a Sad episode. just very meaningful and well written.)

Do you have any kids?

Nope lmao. I would like them in the future tho!

What sports do/have you played?

So many! The mains ones were Netball and Lacrosse - i love playing sports so much, team ones esp. Dodgeball was also a fav of mine.

Do you use sarcasm?

I’m much less sarcastic than i think i am. I have issues picking up on sarcasm, so when i do you it i try to be really obvious about it. I mostly succeed.

What’s the first thing you notice about a person?

Like if i’m walking past a stranger? Probably whatever jacket/coat they’re wearing. Meeting someone face to face? Probably their facial composition (like distance between features). No idea why but it’s a theme. Noses are fun idk

What’s your eye colour?

Solid Brown. Looks cool in the light tho!

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

The only horror film i’ve rly watched in Tusk and i really don’t know if i enjoyed it or not. I am also not a fan of Zombies or Werewolves (freak me out) so more often happy endings!

Any Talents?

If you don’t count my ability to spreadsheet (how dare thee) i’ll say im quite naturally athletic, as well as gaining muscle and fitness quite quickly. other than that uhh no idea

Where were you born?

Somewhere in the land of Angles.

What are your hobbies?

Spreadsheeting! Genuinely I must spend at least 15h a week on excel having fun. That and reading fanfiction on AO3 are my main go tos if i have free time.

Do you have any pets?

Nope but i Really want an Italian grey hound or Borzoi in the future. look them up i have a Need to own one. plz.

How tall are you?

179cm! I have been tall my entire life and v happy about it.

Favourite Subject in School?

Purely academically, definitely Maths. esp at GCSE it was plain fun to do (helped that i sat next to my best friend too) and past that i think i just have a brain suited for it. Second Order Non-Homogenous Equations my Beloved

Dream Job?

I do not dream of labour or however that quote goes, but Ideally i’d like to use excel a lot. i wish i were kidding. I did want to be an accountant when i was like 7 so I’ll go w that.

tagging: @toilethamster @simplydm @siryyeet @ininininininstayoutstayout @russilton @hecksee @starsandfluff and whoever else. no pressure ofc!

[crowhyun]

my sister gets in my mfk nerves

actually this whole family does

once again my mom mocks asian languages and my sister goes “uh oh” and looks at me and she always does that sarcastically bcs they all know that i will make it a problem everytime they do that same racist shit

like my sister just loves to try and provoke ppl 24/7 it’s pissing me off

just earlier she continued to provoke our lil sister and made her cry bcs she kept making her mad like omfg will you chill out

but once someone rly gets mad, then she wants to act like she’s done nothing wrong

don’t read below if you don’t want to see crow be mean bcs i don’t like being mean but i need an outlet

dumb ass bitch she’s so fucking annoying literally i want to beat her ass so bad but i need to get angry to do that bcs otherwise i’ll start to feel sad bcs i don’t like hurting ppl but let me make use of my unresolved child anger issues and beat tf out of her real good JUST ONCE

and just now this BITCH just burped in my face i’m gna get her one good time this dumb bitch but i had a dream i was beating her up and it got rlly violent and now everytime i think of it i want to throw up bcs in reality i rlly don’t like hurting ppl and even just the thought of it while i’m not angry enough makes me sick

but FUCK her fr

and she keeps talking trash abt me to my mom acting like i don’t hear whenever someone talks about me I HEAR BOTH OF YALL LOUD ASSES

i wish i wasn’t so nice but even if i try i can’t NOT be nice bcs that’s just not me like i can even fkn try

anyways we’re going to longhorn steak house

[enchantricksbot]

I saw your tweet and I’m sorry you’re getting hate. I don’t ship enchantricks, just Sylki but I do follow you and I agree that people should stop posting about her being or becoming enchantress. I think it’s rude to hijack and honestly I don’t want her to be enchantress, I love her as her own unique character. She isn’t similar to Amora at all either. Sophia and the writers even said Sylvie is her own woman and won’t be any characters we’ve seen before. I’m not sure why people want her to be. All Sophia said is that she’s AN enchantress in terms of she can enchant, the same way Loki can or Wanda or Strange. But she’s isn’t THE enchantress as the character. Similar to a Loki but not Loki. Part of me wishes she wasn’t even a Loki at all.

I like sylvie, she isn’t my all time fave, that’s a small tier tbh, but I do like her. It made me kinda sad the whole “superior Loki” thing but that’s the writers being messy tbh, her character shouldn’t suffer for that. I rly liked her scene in the field and at the Ren fairs. (I still want to know what happened when she used all the grenades things in the roxxmart) Most of her Stan’s are cool cats.

Only thing that makes me a little iffy are when amora and sylvie are pitted against each other by both sides of the fandom. I don’t like the “I’m better than you” trope in anything. Esp amongst women who that’s a reoccurring and demeaning theme. Which I understand a bit more why amora stans might feel that way. I think it’s a nervous possessive thing bc the comic fandom is so small and having amora be a partial inspo for sylvie feels like we might lose her, if the writers have her take Amoras name. That doesn’t excuse it and I personally don’t think they will take her mantle next season either. I think Sophia seems to have input and knows her character and her motives. I also don’t think we will ever see amora in the MCU, but I don’t think that’s necessarily sylvies fault. They are v different so it’d be possible still, and amora doesn’t need to be Lokis love interest if she was introduced. I think if she was going to appear it wouldve be in LOVE and thunder. Or ragnarok bc she was scourges partner for long.

Idk I’m neutral on sylvie being a Loki, I don’t see the point of her being the only woman Loki tho, since Loki is gender-fluid and all. And also ur telling me of so many universes there only one woman, and that’s “scary” I felt a little like that’s misogyny disguised as being progressive girl boss. Again that’s on the writers not on sylvie, she’s done nothing wrong lol. I feel like the romance would’ve made me less uncomfortable without her being a Loki but I also don’t see the chemistry. Ok ok Ik so many ppl r gonna disagree but I don’t see it in lokius or dashingfrost either personally. Which is just my opinion doesn’t mean it’s right or wrong. Lastly Idk why ppl want her as the mcu’s enchantress, maybe they’re expecting her to be? I tend to fixate on what’s canon explicitly in canon so idk but I don’t see anything suggesting her to be so. I also like her as her own character, there isn’t rly a set of rules sylvie has to follow i think Sophia has it under control

Also thank you for following, I have no issues with sylki shippers, everyone is welcome here and I enjoy discussions a lot. It’s nice to get positive anons sometimes.

[empathetic]

To find out now that I’m autistic and have adhd is funny because I spent my entire life knowing that something was going on with me and constantly being gaslit because I’m supposedly able to handle it. Because I’m “smart” and “hard working”. Even though I’d always been an odd child, very analytical and organized and picky and overwhelmed and lost in my own world. Even though I didn’t know how to make or keep friends and honestly wonder how I even have friends now. How in middle and high school I was so overwhelmed I would get physically sick with anxiety and depression.. I would cry every day wishing I was dead because everything was difficult and overstimulating and confusing (on top of being abused by my parents lol). Until I burnt out really badly and STILL haven’t fully recovered, 4 years later. People don’t know how much of a struggle it is every single day to deal with these issues and how much effort I’ve had to put into being “normal”. How much effort goes into social interactions, to the point where I feel like I’ve almost mastered them and see it all as a weird performance because that makes it so much easier. How much I’ve had to restrict the things I need to do to make myself feel better just because it looks “weird” or isn’t socially appropriate or whatever. How I have to force myself to do things that make me very uncomfortable and burn me out so badly because I’ve done so much to sacrifice my own needs no matter how small they are just so that I’m more palatable to others. I’m also just sad that I’m finding this out literally during my last week of undergrad ! Had I known sooner I could have struggled a lot less with the help of accommodations. And thankfully my diagnoses are confidential so I don’t have to share them, but I wish I could share them with people who could help me without getting punished (for example, when applying for new jobs). Then adding ptsd, bipolar 2, and bpd on top of it and it’s like .. no I’m not just being a “hypochondriac” .. these are all my official diagnoses and I’m rly happy to know I wasn’t just being a drama queen this whole time.

[1nzs]

i can’t talk to u like how i always did n tell u everything so i’m using tumblr to let everything out.

why can’t i tell u like i used to bc it js doesn’t feel the same. i’m not comfortable like i used to, to do that. i was always comfortable ard you bc it felt like i wasn’t too much or too less, we were balanced, we both loved the same way. it felt special, n it’ll alw hold a place in my heart. i can’t do that anymore. bc it feels like u don’t love me anymore or care anymore like u used to. i rly dk what happened to us. love is so scary. just like that n we aren’t like how we used to. when i was w u, i could face anything, i had u by my side, my lover, my best friend. someone i can always tell things to, even the most random n smallest things. i can’t do that anymore. i just can’t. you don’t fight for me like u used to. it’s so sad. but i’m tired of being sad n crying to things i can’t change. you cld change if u wanted to. but u can’t. u cld change everything now. but u can’t. it’s fine. u alr said that a billion times.

i just want to go back to where it was before. it feels like your mom don’t even like me anymore. i never wanted them to hate me. i looked thru my msgs w her n i see the difference. she would always msg me. once every few days. just something. she hasn’t msg me in a month. n the way she replied me just now too it’s like she hates me. i hate this. i just wanted to marry me, why does the universe hate that idea so much to even rip my heart out. i didn’t deserve this. i miss everything. i miss being okay to go to ur house, see ur nenek, see ur siblings. i miss gg out with your family. i miss them liking me. i miss you. i miss how we were. nothing to care in the world. it felt like we were the only one on earth. our love was so strong. what happened to us, baby? i just want to know what happened. i’m sorry if it’s because i wanted to marry, ik that ruined everyth, ruined our rls, ruined my rls w ur parents. i’m so sorry. maybe i’m never meant to marry anybody. just be alone, forever.

god please hear me, take all this pain away. let his heart open for me. let him be himself again. where did my baby go.

when a guy is rly in love, he wld do anything for her. i’m not that girl anymore n that hurts the most. because u wld always do anything for me, now u don’t. i’m so sorry it’s my fault. i just wish that it’s in ur mind right now to fight for us to your parents, say uw to marry me, say u love me, just say something. just do something to prove to me you would do anything for me again, that u care about losing me, that u care enough to not let anything happen to our rls n to not ever lose me like u used to. you said u wld do anyth to not lose me again. what’s this then. i can’t even do anything that’s the most painful of it all. i just have to respect ur decision n let it js be like this. it’s not about disrespecting ur parents. i just wish u did smtg. to even js sit down n talk. to fight for us.

n i can’t do anything to make it go back to the way it was. i can but it won’t work if the other person doesn’t want it as bad as me. i don’t want to fight for a rls again js to fight alone. idw to go back to that anymore. it was so painful. if i cld make a wish in the world was for u to fight for us again. to js show me a sign that u rly love me n wld do anyth for me again. that u care about losing me. just something. pls i pray.

if there’s rly ntg like that that’s gna happen. i’ll have to move on from something that can’t ever work. no matter how badly i want it too. if my parents did that. i wldve fought back. i wld cry infront of them. i wld even run frm home. anything js to be with you. but i get it. you’re not like that. atleast not anymore.

staying w u now knowing u won’t do anything pains me, but i can’t let u go either. because my love for u is still there. hanging on, still as strong. i don’t know what to do. god i know i’m not strong, so why bring me this much pain? js take my life away n end it all. please.

[iceinmyheart]

I didn’t rly care, the reason why I endured all the pain, the reason why I stayed altho I knew I should leave is bc I wanted it to be him, I wanted him and no one else, him and noth else

it hurt so much, when my brain kept telling me over and over that he didn’t love me, yet my heart couldn’t take the truth…I’d cry myself to sleep waiting for him to come wipe my sad tears

I’d wait for that one notif from him and it’d both frighten me to death yet brighten my day

I knew this was no good sign, I knew it wasn’t right but I wanted it still

I wasn’t ready to let go of him, I was never ready

even when I’d convince myself that it was no good for me, when I swallow the reality pill and spit it out again

It just hurt to not be loved back, it hurt so much

I cared for him more than I ever did for anyone

I was never prepared for this type of deadly pain

I rly thought I meant sth for him, I rly thought he wouldn’t be able to let go of me the same

but he did it so easily, I envy him for that bc I truly wish I’d do the same

even if he comes back crawling, I wouldn’t take him altho part of me still wants him

but it’s a part I want to bury so deep within my heart and never let it escape to see the light

It’s a part that denies the love and respect I hold for myself, it’s a part that denies the harm that was directed at me

I shouldn’t let it escape

the fact that what we had is long gone, dead and to never be reborn but that doesn’t mean I don’t have the right to mourn it still

mourn the loss of myself but never of him bc he was no good for me,

we were no good for each other

[pepprs]

running on 5hrs of sleep cr*mps so bad im out of my fucking mind and every bone and muscle in my body is screaming for mercy but i live here now and today i got to give hugs to 2 ppl i love and missed so much and i’ll get to give more hugs to more ppl i love and miss so much soon. so nothing else matters actually.