Hi! My birthday is this Monday,so I want to a celebration!
Because my birthday is the day before Valentines Day and my most favorite and famous writing is 100 Ways to Say I Love You, I am going to do requests from this prompt list! It’s a different list to make it a little bit more different and fun. Each request will be a 100-word limit dabble so feel free to send more than one request! 😊
Idk i think some people miss the point of someone who's around my age lamenting that they've never dated or done anything or been in love, but really want to be. I saw someone who was 24 ask whether there was still hope for them (which I know is kinda dramatic), and the person who responded was like "do you have friends and family who love you and whom you love? Have you ever read a good book or eaten fruit or sat in the sunlight. Love is everyhwere 🥺❤️🥺❤️" and like yeah yeah I get that little love and platonic love is just as important as romantic and sexual love but really none of that changes the fact that that person and many others like them are desiring a specific kind of love under very specific circumstances and conditions. Loving your parents isn't the same as loving a significant other lol. And idk it feels patronizing or infantilizing I think, to see someone who's never been in a relationship and would like to experience that kind of bond with someone only to tell them "no actually you should love your friends and family and eat some good food ❤️" idk idk I understand the intentions but. People desire to be desired in specific ways. People want to feel desired sexually and Romantically and to know that they're wanted in those capacities. Yes it's not the only metric by which to measure one's value, but we're not being unrealistic or naive by desiring this. Yes all the other stuff is important but you would not tell someone who doesn't have friends not to worry about platonic love bc maybe they have an SO already and also the sun is shining and their parents love them and people are being kind for no reason. it's starting to get annoying
This. You know how some people know they want to be parents their whole lives and then when they struggle it hurts really bad? I had that conversation with my mom hoping she’d understand how I felt. My only dream ever has been to be a partner to someone, to share life with them, to support them in ways only an SO can and I’m 21 years into singleness. My 19 year old sister is already engaged and the rest of my family has been with their SOs for years. I’m happy for them but….When I get frustrated or sad I’m always met with this answer, or “but you’re so strong smart and independent” (maybe I don’t want to be anymore) so I stopped saying anything.
Hey friends! I’m in search of kid friendly (I’m talking primary school age) kpop songs to play during my music and movement class this summer, if you could suggest some of your faves I’d appreciate it! My immediate thoughts were Get Cool by Stray Kids and Just Right by GOT7 but that’s as far as I got 😅 I’m a newbie to all this so any help is much appreciated!
always a bigger bed to crawl into (megumi fushiguro x reader) (wc: 950+)
“going to sleep in separate beds, sneaking into each other’s for some snuggles” - inspired from this list of prompts
“Megumi.”
He thinks he’s dreaming when he vaguely makes out the soft whimper of his name. Granted, it’s not uncommon to hear your saccharine voice echoing through his head in the middle of the night.
As he’s about to drift off into a deeper slumber, a second and more harsh “Megumi” pulls him from his hazy state. He slightly sits up, now fully convinced that the noise was no dream and is in fact coming from inside of his room.
He firmly rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness encompassing his bedroom. In the shadows of his doorway, he’s just barely able to make out your silhouette, cowering a bit apprehensively as you fiddle with your fingers. If it were anyone else, he would’ve been a bit alarmed—but he knows your shape like the back of his hand, even through blurry eyes and darkened shades.
“What are you doing?” he tries to ask gently, but it comes out a bit agitated through the gruff of his sleep-induced voice. You know him though, so you know it’s gentle in his mind and coming from his heart.
“Are you asleep?” your small voice—now whispering as if you didn’t already wake him up—finds his ears and he can’t help but feel his cheeks heat up at your sweet inquiry. It’s in this moment that he’s extremely grateful for the lack of light in the room, as it successfully hides his fair yet blushing skin.
“Wouldn’t be answering you if I was,” he slightly grumbles, resting his head back down on his pillow but keeping his eyes on you.
He doesn’t think you can actually see that his eyes are open, but they are. And he wants you to know that they are. That he’s listening to you, regardless of the nonsense that you’re spewing.
“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry,” you begin, but Megumi is quick to cut you off.
“No,” he reassures, shifting his weight and sitting up again.
“I was awake,” he wasn’t.
“It’s fine,” because it’s you.
There’s a moment of silence that neither of you break. Megumi can hear the ratting of his ceiling fan as it lazily spins a light breeze throughout the room. The few feet separating you from his bed feels like light years as he tries to focus in on your shadowed figure.
He thinks you’re nodding your head, but he can’t really tell since his eyes have yet to get accustomed to the darkness. He waits for you to say something, but you don’t—so the ball is in his court and he panics.
“Are you okay?” he abruptly asks.
But your voice overlaps and interrupts his nervous mannered question.
“Why were you awake?” you attempt to flip the attention on him.
He sees right through your act (much to your dismay) and doesn’t entertain it. Instead, he decides to answer your question with one of his own.
“Why are you in my room and asking me a million questions at-” he glances over to his bedside table’s digital alarm clock, the letters red and bright in his face read, “-1:36 in the morning?”
He can see your face a bit clearer now, because he sees your mouth open and close as if you’re debating saying something. He waits for your inevitable excuse or your quick yet teasing remark, but your nervous stalling fails as he’s met with another apology.
“I’m sorry,” quietly and quickly falls from you lips, “I couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d see if you were having the same problem.”
Truthfully, he wasn’t. Megumi was sleeping as if angels had cradle-rocked him to bed. He was blissfully dreaming of you—quick and abstract glimpses of your smile and eyes forever haunting his thoughts, awake or asleep.
But in this moment, as he observes your doe-eyes flicker with anticipation and he hears your voice slightly tremble as you bare yourself to him, he lies. Megumi is willing to pretend he was awake if it means easing your worries and having you curl up beside him underneath his navy covers.
“Fine,” his heart races as he shuffles over from the middle of the bed to the left side, “C’mere.”
He flips over his blanket, opening it up to you as an offering. You can practically feel the warmth he’s radiating and you want nothing more than to sprint over to where he lays and join him—but something in you causes you to hesitate.
Maybe he doesn’t want you here. Maybe he’s offering his bed to you out of pity, because you came crying like a baby to him in the middle of the night. Maybe he thinks it’s pathetic, maybe he feels obligated to-
“D’you wanna lay with me or d’you wanna stand over there ‘til morning?”
His question interferes your stream of worries as he watches you with narrowed eyes and messy hair. He looks so cozy—so sweet and domestic and in reach of your grasp.
“Lay with you,” you meekly respond.
That’s all it takes for Megumi to be opening his arms for you to enter his embrace, nodding his head for you to come his way.
He lets you crawl in and get comfortable, fluffing the unused pillow next to his head and shimmying your way beneath his thin sheets. You choose to settle down in his arms with your head on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat speed up when you lean on him, but you ignore it for his sake. Maybe you’ll tease him for it tomorrow morning.
His cold yet surprisingly soft hands snake their way around your waist, one arm underneath you and the other gently resting on top of your hip. He thinks about teasing you for the dead arm he knows he’ll wake up with. Maybe tomorrow morning, he decides.
“Good?” He whispers into your hairline once you’ve stop squirming, a signal that you’re finally comfortable where you lay. You feel his lips leave a few pecks into your hair.
“Yeah, thank you,” your response is soft, muffled by the cotton of his t-shirt pressed against your lips, “M’tired now.”
The breath from his laughter tickles your temple—for someone who couldn’t sleep, you sure are quick to tire once you’re within his hold. But he doesn’t mind in the slightest, he actually prefers you here with him, rather than alone in your own room. His bed feels far too big without you in it.
“Goodnight, Megumi,” he barely hears you utter.
He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t need to. Because his lips softly resting on the crown of your head paired with the gentle squeeze of your hip is enough to feel his love.
While he prefers going to sleep with you already in his bed, you sneaking in might be a close second.
You’d spent the last 21 hours trying to perfect a move you’d learned only days before in order to fight off a villain. It wasn’t going well. Your body ached and you had bruises everywhere. You were ready to throw the towel in and give up. The only thing keeping you practicing was your boyfriend, Shoto Todoroki.
“It’s pointless.”
“It’s also pointless to count the scars of which you’ve endured but I know you have twenty. One of which is a slit in your eyebrow. Another on your knee from falling down the stairs when you were 12. 6 from your surgery when you were sick. 4 that I gave you when we were training. The others from……”
“Alright that’s enough, Todoroki.” You blushed. “I get it… sometimes pointless things are good. You know, for someone who’s so negative all the time you sure seem to be the most encouraging and the sweetest hero I’ve met.”
“Please avoid telling the others that.” Todoroki replied.
“Of course, Todo.” You said ruffling his hair. “Let’s go get some food.”
You started to walk away, when you felt Todoroki speed up to you so his pace matched yours. He walked beside you silently. It was like that for a few minutes until you felt something cold reach for your hand. Startled you paused for a second but realized it was just him. You interlaced fingers and continued your walk to the restaurant.
“You’re gonna get it you know? I believe in you.” Todoroki said barely audible.
“Thanks.” You blushed and placed a kiss on his cheek.
You and Todoroki had a simple relationship. Something you found to be comforting in the chaos you both endured every day. You found solace in each other and that was enough.
A/N: this is my first time writing for Todoroki so I know it’s not the greatest but I have a lot of prompts in my drafts that I originally had for my OC but I’m not sure I’m ready to share home with you all yet :). What characters should I do next? (They can be any fandom :) )
blurb request here!! something where reader is napping somewhere in the chateau while the rest of the pogues are just in the main area talking and whatnot. reader wakes up kind of grumpy and grouchy, bc she was woken up, and just goes to jj and just hugs him just because, and everyone's just gushing ab how cute they are, etc? i love ur writing <33
when I was editing my blog and I decided to put requests in my ask box, I literally thought no one would ever request. So I really appreciate you. It means the world to me that you think of me.
Goodmorning Sunshine
sleepy!reader x jj name a better duo<33
pouges x platonic reader :)
word count: 1,935
a/n: I haven’t posted any of my writings in months, I had every intention of fulfilling requests in a timely matter. I started them as soon as I got them. Lots of things did come up in my personal life where I just couldn’t write. I have a ton of WIPS. I hope to get back to them soon. Thanks for being patient, and I’m sorry this took so long.
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Your cheek was pressed against the back of your hand as you slept. The afternoon air surrounding the château was warm as you napped. You were peacefully sleeping as the rest of the pogues talked quietly on the porch.
JJ stood leaning against the wall talking. When a particularly loud laugh or shout would occur JJ would shoot his friends a glare. Because obviously his girl was just inside, and she needed her beauty sleep.
Your glasses were still on during your slumber. They were disheveled and pressed on the bridge of your nose and near your eyebrows.
Sarah came in through the screen door to use the bathroom when it slammed shut. She cringed with her eyes crinkled shut. She carefully opened one eye and glanced at you as you whined and started mumbling.
"shit shit shit." Sarah muttered.
"I'm sorry y/n." she whispered and speeded down the hall.
You took all the sleepy strength you had in you to sit up. You palmed over your face causing your glasses to fall off over your head and land somewhere on the mattress. You frowned staring off into space when John B came in looking for another pack of beers.
"Oh no! who woke the princess?" John B smiled.
"Shut shut UP!" you grunted as you threw your pillow at him.
"Where's-" you began. To no surprise, as your first thought after your slumber tends to only be of him.
"Don't worry your boy is right outside, ok?"
You only nodded slowly in reply and squinted around the dimly lit room in search of your person.
When Sarah and John B returned to the porch they all start giving JJ worried looks and shifty eyes.
"What?" he asks.
"What did you do?" Kie asks frowning at Sarah.
JJ's body tenses and whips his head around at your entrance. His body came off from against the brick wall to face your direction.
You struggle at first with the screen door, then with a grunt, it swings open. And there you are making your way towards him and mumbling how your gonna take care of Sarah later.
It was almost zombie-like, the efforts you made to get to him. You hung your head low, pushing past the rest of the pogues and sauntering over, arms swinging at the ready.
JJ watched with adoration at your sleepy figure. It was an almost dive into his chest. You came stumbling over to him. Your face found home on his shoulder as you smoothed your arms around him.
Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you. Like he always does. He watched as you sank into him and found shelter in his embrace.
"You gonna say hello, or just make a pit stop here?" JJ asked as he ran a few fingers over your head of hair.
In response, you simply pushed your face into his collarbone and mumbled something along the lines of, "I found you."
"Always been just right here." JJ comforted.
You gave a weak hum in response, signaling you heard him. You started swaying a little in your hug. And he hugged you back a little tighter, holding you to him.
Kiara commented to the other pogues, "I thought she was going to be grumpy."
"I don't know, she looks pretty content in JJ's arms," Pope said making note of your peaceful demeanor.
Sarah who was expecting revenge smiled, "I mean look at them, It's like they're made for each other."
You felt your body relax, and your breathing started to get slower. The sun was shining on you and you felt safe. Safe leaning against him.
JJ felt your change in movement. The way you melted into him.
"Are you sleeping on me?" he asked.
You lifted your face away from his neck, "I don't know, I just-" you let out a sigh then continued, "need you. Needed to be close to you."
He took your face from resting against him and gently held it in his hands. He looked into your eyes, gazing at them like you were his only priority.
You felt the measure of his stare, and squinted right back at him.
"Or your just really comfortable and I haven't fully woken up from my nap." you poked fun.
He stroked both your cheeks delicately with his thumbs. Then with one hand holding your cheek, he carefully moved his thumb up under your eye and up against your nose. The pad of his thumb brushed the bridge of your nose.
He put his tongue between his teeth as he concentrated.
He than took his other hand and using his index and middle finger smoothed over the red patch over your eyebrow.
It was JJs turn to bust out a laugh, "These from your glasses?" He questioned smoothing over the red indents on your skin.
You whined and pushed your forehead into his shoulder, "Stop it, I was sleeping" you grumbled.
He bent down and placed a kiss to your nose, causing you to scrunch your face.
You stood up straight in his hold, moving your arms to be tossed around his neck. You bumped your nose with his. You rubbed them together and whispered over his lips, "how about another?"
JJ lips turned upwards in a ghost of a smirk, before he slowly placed them on yours. You both smiled into the kiss. It was slow and sleepy and you felt sparks.
One of JJs hands moved up and slid into your hair, cradling your head. As yours stayed loosely around his neck. JJs other hand gripped your waist.
Before the kiss could go any deeper, John B threw a empty beer can that nearly hit the two of you. It hit the wall you and your boyfriend were nearly making out on with a loud smack. It then spun around and landed by your feet.
"Hey lovebirds! Quit it will you, we don't wanna watch you suck your faces off!" John B shouted.
You turned around and shot daggers at John B. You were about to respond when JJ beat you to it.
"Oh John B your one to talk, don't act like you don't mack on Sarah any chance you get. We always have to watch." JJ then proceeded to raise his middle finger at John B.
John B was about to resort when Kiara stepped in, "It's true, you and Sarah do it more than them."
Sarah gasped while you smirked at her, "ha."
"I'd like to remind you that you and y/n just committed the crime of public displays of affection." Pope voiced and directed the attention back to JJ.
JJ put his hands up in defense, "Alright my bad, I admit it. The PDA police got me, take me away officer." He then put his wrist together and held them out towards Pope.
You laughed at JJ and his antics. Truth be told he'd do anything to make you laugh and to see your pretty smile. He was in heaven with you grinning at him like that.
"You'd go to jail for me?" you questioned softly.
He turned to you and nodded his head before he turned back to Pope and called out, "Pope! Am I under arrest?"
Pope looked around, "Yes you are, and I have three witnesses to prove it."
Sarah leaned her head on John Bs shoulder as she laughed and Kiara smiled at Pope.
"And my girl? She ain't going to jail. She didn't do anything. She's innocent, innocent I say!" JJ continued spewing testaments. That he would go to jail for you, even if a kiss was a two-person crime.
Pope got up from his seat to go mimic taking away JJ.
"Alright, If I'm going to jail anyway gotta make it worthwhile," JJ spoke in a much more calm matter.
He went to where you stood watching him with hearts in your eyes and planted a kiss on your lips. He then trailed up to your cheeks. He kissed your nose twice and peppered more kisses on your forehead and chin.
He held your face as you giggled and gasped out of breath "JJ! Stop please. JJ! I mean it."
JJ did let up on peppering your face with kisses when he kissed your lips one last time, and went down to your neck and left one single kiss there.
"JJ" you warned as his breath fanned over your neck where he just kissed.
"Don't" you pleaded, "Later."
He reclined and became face to face with you, and he whispered so only you could hear, "You'd let me go to jail for a kiss on your lips, but you won't let me give you a hickey in front of our best pals."
You looked at his twinkling eyes, and reciprocated the same tension he was giving you. You bit your lip still staring at him and nodded.
"Later." You whispered.
JJ cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips, "right" he answered.
Meanwhile, The others sipped their drinks and averted their eyes. They gave one another an eyebrow raise and a double glance from you and JJ and than back to each other.
Kiara jokingly rolled her eyes at the pair of you and went back to her conversation.
Sarah decided to get back to talking about your relationship, "I love them honestly."
"Even when they get a lovey dovey?" Kiara questioned.
"Yeah, I thought she was going to come out here and tell me off for waking her up." Sarah took a swig of her drink as she kept talking.
John B laughed.
"But she just made a beeline to him, and look at her. She so calm and relaxed." Sarah finished declaring happiness for her besties.
"Although I am a little grossed out by their lovey dovey stuff as Kie calls it, I've never seen them so happy except when their together." Pope said providing his input.
"Couple of fools in love, if i ever saw it." John B commented.
"A pogue in love with a kook, If i ever saw you and Sarah," Kie spoke directed at John B.
"Ouch. I guess I deserve that." John B got knocked down a peg.
"Excuse me," Sarah exclaimed. She started throwing her chips at Kiara.
Kie just laughed. "I'm only joking. Cut it out." throwing her hands and legs up to dodge the attack.
John B stood up for her, "She can be a pogue at heart."
Sarah gave him a tight-lipped smile and showed him, love, through her eyes.
"It's really hard to hate them when I hear the way y/n talks about him," Kie mentioned
"What really what does she say?" Pope questioned.
"Yeah, sometimes I forget she's talking about JJ when she opens up to us" Sarah added.
You had confided in your best girlfriends Kie and Sarah as they usually want the juicy details.
Kie nonchalantly replied to Pope, "Just that she's in love with him, and she's never met someone that loves her like he does."
Pope glanced at you and JJ standing up and having your own conversation. Your arms were tangled around his torso and you gazed up at him like he hung the stars in the sky.
JJ was smiling as he talked to you. He knew his friends were having their own conversation, probably about him. However, he didn't think to join in, maybe later. Right now he was with you. The only person he could ever need, ever love. His person. You.
Pope looked back towards the group, "I believe it."
I under estimated the amount of emotional turmoil I would be put in within the first two episodes but dang. Like I love the show and can’t wait to finish it but dang. Having been in that doctors office chair alone and being told I have an abnormality on my brain and having to decide weather or not I wanted to have a risky surgery, I immediately felt that pain. The tinnitus, the physical pain too. Also every character I came up with in my head as a kid had the same personality and charm as Doom. And working in the media industry as a female… don’t even get me started. I wasn’t expecting to relate to the first kdrama I’ve ever watched so harshly in the first 15 minutes. I cannot wait to see where this goes. I will further update you as I watch more.
nothing will ever be as beautiful to me as an entire theater full of teenagers and grown ass adults shrieking their asses off when andrew garfield appeared on the screen during no way home and then the same theater full of teenagers and grown ass adults shrieking their asses off AGAIN once tobey maguire appeared as if that wasn’t the logical conclusion to andrew’s appearance
I wanted to have the courage in me to say that 2021 was a good year but I’d be lying if I said tonight wasn’t hard for me. The thing about New Years in your 20s is sometimes it can feel a bit..lonely. I really don’t feel like I accomplished much (even though I faced many a fear and I’m much stronger now for it), I never met any of the goals I set this time last year, I spent what I ended up calculating to about 3 months in and out of doctors offices and ER visits, diagnosed with two autoimmune diseases, bilateral hydronephrosis, upped my anxiety meds, Mom got cancer and quite frankly these last few weeks I’ve been hanging by a thread trying not to have a “I’m 21 and have no idea what I’m doing while all my friends are graduated, couples, married, engaged or have kids” melt down. So, with that said, as much as I don’t enjoy New Years, I’m more than willing to say goodbye to ‘21 and welcome ‘22. I’m scared for what the future will bring, I won’t lie, but I want to leave the last 12 months in the past. It was a whole lot of me feeling like two separate people. Calm and collected on the outside but on the inside I am screaming for someone to listen. Cheers to ‘22 and a reminder that it’s okay to not be okay tonight, or any night for that matter. The important thing is that you’re here, we made it and the only way out after rock bottom is up. Xx -K 🖤
“I am amazed by how much people can survive, endure—and how they can go on living, laughing. After thorough devastation, indescribable loss, people’s hearts still beat. People can, still, live. This is perplexing, bewildering news to me. Defies all sense and gravity to me. And yet. When I see people living—and we do! we do everyday!—in and through and around all kinds of circumstances, I am in love and want to know, how, how?”
— “How do you go about finding the heart?”: Aracelis Girmay on Poetry, Discovery, and Grief
