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lacharcutiere · 1 month

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i’m now an eren bitch if u can’t tell

nightmare (dream) blunt rotation (“former” emos edition)

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lacharcutiere · 1 month

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i should elaborate on this

nightmare (dream) blunt rotation (“former” emos edition)

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lacharcutiere · 1 month

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nightmare (dream) blunt rotation (“former” emos edition)

#mara thinks thoughts #i’m baaaaaack bitches #can u tell i am actually stoned rn #came up w this idea when i was sober tho #i just didn’t post it then for some reason lol #anyway #i wanna get back into writing now that uni is somewhat manageable #so #send me asks!!!!!

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lacharcutiere · 7 months

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bro just asked me to ruin him i AM the fuckboy

#mara thinks thoughts #mara is alive

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lacharcutiere · 7 months

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manspreading in the park so the plug knows i’m not to be fucked w

#fic idea mayb ???

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lacharcutiere · 11 months

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Diana I love your Gojo fic 🥺 like he’s still cocky and a total tease but I love the softness thrown in!! He really does care ❤️

If you’re up for it, I’d super love to hear your take on Terushima with the same premise hehe 😝✨

OMG of course and ty <3 that's so kind -

ask game: send me a character and ill write them being your former FWB finding out you broke up w ur bf/partner.

cws - non i mean maybe terushima being a little rough, but he's just happy to see you <3

He’s leaning against the wall outside his favorite coffee place, scrolling through instagram when he sees it. Your boyfriend. With his hand around the waist of someone who’s not you. Okay, he paces himself, doesn’t mean they broke up, he scrolls through your insta and finds all pictures of the two of you deleted, before a slow warm grin spreads across his face.

Terushima: hey babe

You: oh my god

You: that was less than 24 hours what gave me away

Terushima: do you want me to come over or not

You: typing

Obviously, you did. Obviously, but you chew your lower lip, deciding how vulnerable you’ll let him see you. You’re in your comfiest, read, stained sweatpants, with your hair barely brushed and no makeup. You decide to test the waters, to give him a disclaimer.

You: I’m kind of a mess

Terushima: I’m great at puzzles!!

You: you are not!!!

Terushima: I’ll putcha back together all the same dummy

Terushima: see ya in 20, kay?

You: fine.

He does a little dance on the street corner, to anyone else it might have seemed performative, but there’s something about the genuine expression of emotion that you always found endearing. Or, that’s what you’re thinking when you open the door and he throws warm, muscled, freckled arms around you, tucking your head into his chest. You inhale deeply, he smells incredible, like sunscreen and some kind of citrus based aftershave. You feel him press his lips to the top of your head.

“Hey,” he says softly, “Hey there.”

“Hi,” you wipe your eyes. “Sorry about the uh,” you gesture to yourself, unmadup, undone.

“Don’t apologize to me for you!” He cries, “I love you like this,” your breath catches in your throat but he doesn’t notice what he’s said, or he doesn’t care, taking you by the hand and pulling you down the hallway to your bedroom. “I missed you,” he sighs, “Next time you should just date me instead.” You blink at him.

“I-is,” you hold up a hand, “Sorry, I, was that an option?” He cocks his head at you and then looks away, for the first time in a long time you seem nervous, vulnerable.

“I know I’m not your first choice.” He says, and the simplicity of the heartbreaking statement makes your mouth drop open, your eyes widen with concern. “I mean,” he backtracks, “I wouldn’t pick me either, I-” You cut him off, cupping his face in two hands, kissing him hard. It takes him a second to realize what’s happening, but the moment he does he lets you feel his shocked elation. His hands anchor around your wrists, he pulls you down on the bed and rolls on top of you, face buried in your neck as he slots a thigh in between yours, feeling the way you arch your body up against it.

“You are,” you breathe, “You were always, I mean, unconventional,” he laughs, fumbling with your bra clasp, “But my first choice, always, was you.”

#brainrot

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lacharcutiere · 1 year

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i’m alive n i’m 20 n i beat teen pregnancy <33 (my bday was last friday and i had an existential crisis the night before at 11:30 pm about being in my 20s and accidentally got way too high to feel less weird about it) (and then i almost blacked out the night of)

enjoy this pic of my bday cake, made by urs truly

also i wanna get back to writing on here bc i haven’t rly written anything that’s not a philosophy paper in a hot minute !! lowk i have less time/attention span now but if u have any requests (esp for hcs!!) send em my way:)

#it says “we” bc i share a bday w one of my uni friends !!#it was on friday n we partied and i think i went a lil too hard bc i was dead all weekend #or maybe being in my 20s just means i actually get hangovers now #feeling: old #anyway holy shit i can’t believe i’ve had this blog since i was like 17 and now i’m officially a 20something #also i got offered bday sex and didn’t take the offer bc my apartment is a disaster 💀#im literally the damn bitch u live like this meme

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lacharcutiere · 1 year

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returning from the dead to re-announce that i am accidentally y/n. why am i living out the plot of a 2014 wattpad fic

#mara thinks thoughts #only difference is i’m too emotionally unavailable to truly be y/n

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lacharcutiere · 1 year

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HQ BOYS MEETING A BEAUTIFUL FAN

⟶ ft. kuroo, suna, ushijima

♡ kuroo

"kuroo? kuroo testurou?"

kuroo whips around, ready to apologise to whoever that the nekoma volleyball team is currently rushing to catch their bus back to school, when he's suddenly hit with...

kuroo's jaw drops.

he doesn't even know how to describe what he's seeing. all he knows is that he's currently staring at the girl of his dreams.

"um, could i take a video with you?" you give him a tentative grin, before rocking back on your heels, adding, "and if it's okay, could you wish my friend to get well soon?"

kuroo immediately closes his mouth, aware that he looks completely stupid in front of the cutest girl he's ever laid eyes on. he gazes at you with his iconic half-lidded eyes, hoping he sounds more confident than the way his heart is clenching in his chest, "oh? a video? and what's your friend's name?"

"misaki! she's your biggest fan but she couldn't be here because she's sick today." kuroo nods empathetically at your explanation, internally swooning because what? you're going to such lengths for your sick friend? that is so cute.

"sure! a video's nothing! hang on - kenma, help us take a video!"

kenma turns around, about to protest how they have no more time to entertain fangirls when he sees kuroo slinging an arm around you. kuroo shoots kenma a pleading look and kenma finds himself sighing because, of course, kuroo is absolute putty for pretty girls.

when coach nekomata calls for kuroo and kenma, kuroo frowns as he removes his arm around your waist, before he gets an idea.

he leans in closer to you, pressing something in your hands, smirking, "return this to me in school."

before you can even open your mouth and protest, kuroo's gone.

you look down in your hands and see his nekoma jacket crumpling between your fingers as you giggle to yourself.

♡ suna

suna is normally cool as a cucumber, eyes glued to his phone nonchalantly whenever a group of fangirls approach his teammates and gush animatedly.

normally.

he thinks he's being slick when he sneaks a few glances your way, heart clenching in his chest as he sees you move closer - or rather sees your friends drag you towards...him?

suna quickly assesses his situation and scans the area around him - no, the miya twins were not around him. this could only mean one thing - you're headed straight in his direction.

before he has the time to really freak out about an angel of a girl approaching him, you're already getting pushed towards him, with your friends' soft snickers in the background. and you're beaming up at him softly.

he feels his heart in his throat when he hears you repeat, gesturing to your friend who's holding up a polaroid camera, "are you okay to take a photo with me?"

okay? fuck. he is more than okay.

suna blinks, regaining a little composure. straightening his jersey, suna nods at you silently and wraps an arm around your shoulder, hoping you don't hear the way his heart is hammering thunderously against his chest.

holy shit. how do you smell amazing too? what was that - vanilla or something floral?

as suna tries to figure out what exactly is the intoxicating scent wafting around him, the photo is over, a little too fast might he add. he feels you pulling away from him and his arm drops back to his sides.

he knows he sounds uncharacteristically simp-y and even cringes a little at himself, but he knows he will forever regret it if he didn't ask you.

"do you wanna have another photo? with the polaroid camera, i mean."

suna may or may not have left his number behind the second polaroid.

♡ ushijima

"hi!"

ushijima feels a gentle tap on his shoulder right after he hears you. he turns around slowly and -

there is no way you are real.

"hello." he greets, looking stoic in contrast to the way he's internally dying.

ushijima feels his grip tighten on the volleyball he's holding, taking in the way your eyes shine under the harsh gym lights. he listens to you ramble something about being a fan of his and a reporter as his eyes continue to glaze over your angelic figure, only snapping out of it when he feels kageyama nudging his side.

"so ermmm, what do you do in your free time?" you repeat helpfully, prodding a pen against your notepad.

"uhm." ushijima feels his face heating up. "i take care of my plants."

you're immediately gasping, "no way! i'm a plant mom too!"

"oh, uhhh," ushijima swallows, growing impossibly redder at the revelation of your shared hobby, "what do you grow?"

"roses!"

of course. that suits you, he thinks, pretty flowers for a pretty girl.

before ushijima knows it, he's spluttering nervously, "there's...actually a nursery around here..."

you look up from your notepad, eyes crinkling excitedly as you listen to ushijima explain how to get there. but after a couple of failed descriptions, ushijima scratches his head, "i-if you're not too busy afterwards, i could take you there?"

your eyes widen at the insinuation, before you nod shyly and give ushijima a small smile, which he finds himself melting at.

did ushijima just score himself a date? maybe.

is he complaining? oh hell no.

🤍 reblogs are very appreciated!!

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lacharcutiere · 1 year

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“Kiyoomi?”

“Go to sleep.”

“Tell me a story?”

If anyone would’ve told 23 year old Sakusa Kiyoomi that he’d be playing professional volleyball in the day, and professional adult-sitting at night, he would’ve scoffed right in their face. He can barely manage himself, why would he waste his time “babysitting” another human and keeping them from staying up too late, making sure they eat all their foods, even wash after playing outside?

That was, until you crashed into Sakusa Kiyoomi’s life.

You, who’d managed to change every thought Kiyoomi once had about love. You, who’d managed to convince him that he was worthy and able to love with all his heart. You, who’d found his sarcasm funny and his teases charming.

You, who he’d never tell all of this to. It’s not like he had to, your feelings for each other were seldom spoken aloud but shown in the endless ways you’d show affection- be it holding hands, him opening the door for you, shielding your head when you bend down to pick something up…

Telling you a damned bedtime story.

He wasn’t proud of how in love with you he was, but he supposes it’s too late to go back now, especially with the way your eyes peer up lovingly at him.

Ugh.

“Okay-“ he groans, looking down at you with a deadpanned face. You take the chance to snuggle closer to his side. “Once upon a time, there was a brat who kept me up at night. She was annoying, and a brat, so the prince banished her to the couch forever, so he could get some much deserved sleep, and live happily ever after.”

“I don’t like this story,” you grumble.

“Get used to it, because it’s about to be based on real events.” Despite his words, he turns on his side to bury his face into the warmth of your neck, arms tightening around you to keep you pinned to his side. He needs to sleep next to you almost as much as you do, him, but he’s rather be lit on fire and pissed on that ever confess it.

He hums happily as your fingers lace into his hair, twirling the ringlets around affectionately. “Well,” you begin, and Kiyoomi hums in a confirmation he’s listening. “The prince sounds like a real masochist if he keeps letting the brat come into bed every night.”

“The prince will not be answering any questions regarding his feelings for the brat,” he says cooly, though he smiles as you laugh at his quickness.

“Maybe the brat should kick the prince out of the bed-“ you angle your head down to lock eyes with him. “You know. For the prince’s sake. Since he needs his sleep so very bad.”

His head pops up to give you a faux annoyed glare, which falters when you grin at him. “And the brat can’t sleep on the couch because…”

You look at him incredulously, “uhm, because the brat is too pretty. Duh.”

This, kiyoomi laughs aloud at, his chest vibrating against your own, and you relish in the sound. He pulls you closer, something you weren’t even possible could happen, and he takes a long, selfish inhale of your warm scent.

“Well,” he sighs contently. “I can’t argue with that one.” He plants a loving kiss to your jawline, “when you’re right, you’re right.”

“I’m glad the prince is so weak to the brat’s attention.”

He snorts as you smirk. “Yeah. Don’t remind me. Brat.”

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lacharcutiere · 2 years

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breaking ur regularly scheduled programming to share this

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lacharcutiere · 2 years

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it’s the way @gojosatorhoe n i must be soulmates bc we both found boys who are literally just tsukki irl n i CANNOT wait to introduce them bruh glitch in the matrix fr

#mara is alive #mara thinks thoughts #literally how do u find not one but TWO tsukki clones #same personality n everything tf

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lacharcutiere · 2 years

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nosy and boredom hours. can u guys rb in the tags the name of your first crush

#his name was sebastian #like the crab from the little mermaid #which was also my fav movie at the time #and i got shy to say the name in any context for like 3 years so i’d just call him the crab guy #i was 3 when i met him and he was in my preschool class #said he was my best friend even tho i hardly spoke to him

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lacharcutiere · 2 years

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being y/n is mf stressful

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this boy. what do i do w him god damn