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[sungie]

yuuta is a certified FREAK in love

[sungie]

STOP I LAUGHED SO BAD THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING EVER PLEASE

BLLK boys react to you breaking up with them and getting with a different boy:

Isagi Yoichi: genuinely wishes the best for you and hopes you find happiness :) fantasizes about your boyfriend dying to keep himself sane

Itoshi Rin: gets arrested for trying to murder your new boyfriend in the streets

Michael Kaiser: pastes your new boyfriend's face to the goal so he can kick footballs at it and spends thirty minutes every morning with bloodshot eyes gripping the edge of his sink and repeating that he's better than whatever ugly dweeb you're dating right now

Alexis Ness: also gets arrested for trying to murder your new boyfriend in the streets

Nagi Seishiro: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (cozy in bed)

Mikage Reo: sends you 100 voice texts every night begging you to take him back and stays up all night to make 100 different actionable plans about how to make you love him again

Chigiri Hyoma: engages in slow psychological warfare to destroy your boyfriend's self-esteem, like making sure to put on the 20 step skincare and haircare rountine when he knows he's going to run into your boyfriend so he can flip his floral scented hair into your boyfriend's face and remind your boyfriend that he is NOTHING compared to chigiri

[sungie]

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OMYGOD ITS SO TENDER AND SWEET AND JUST THE BEST EVER YOU REALLY DO ALWAYS COME UP WITH THE BEST LITTLE SCENARIOS AND IM GEN KIKCKING MY FEET GIGGLIGN RN

after-shower hair-care | boyfriend!wriothesley x fem!reader

wriothesley blowdries your hair after you take a shower. (he's hopelessly in love with you).

(´• ω •`) ♡ the only fem pronoun in here is 'ma'am' <3

you sit between wriothesley’s knees, head slumping into his lap as he cards his fingers through your hair. the blow dryer is warm and so are his hands as he dries the damp strands, fingers gentle as he massages oil onto your scalp. you’re drifting in and out of sleep, stirring slightly when you feel his hands move to caress the curve of your cheek. 

“my turn, babe.”

you shuffle, turning to face him, vaguely noticing that he’s tied your hair up in a claw clip. 

“wrio…” you mumble, pressing your cheek against his thigh. “m’ tired. later.”

“nuh-uh,” he says, eyebrow raised. “i want my hair done too.” 

you wrap your arms around his waist, eyes shut. he smells like your peach body wash. 

“but you’re so comfy.” 

you can’t see the smile on wriothesley’s lips as he puts his arms on each of your shoulders and shakes. 

“wriothesley!” you exclaim, his laugh contagious as you brace your hands on his knees. slightly dizzy, you look up at him as his body shakes from laughter, eyes gleaming. his hair is still damp from the shower, a towel around his neck as he holds a blow dryer in his hands. it doesn’t help that he’s not wearing a shirt, either. “you-” 

a blast of hot air in your face. your mouth drops as wriothesley turns the blow dryer on max, turning the heat down after he remembers your complaints about how hot the blow dryer gets. 

“don’t go falling asleep on me, pretty.” he says, tilting your chin up. “or i’ll blow dry your cute face.”

“wrio-” 

he cuts your words off with his lips, ever so gentle as he kisses your complaints away. he pulls away and your dizziness is back. 

“i’m gonna get you back.” you pout, getting up to trade places with him on the bed. “i’ll show you what these fists taste like.” 

“yes, ma'am.” wriothesley salutes. you groan. 

“oh god.” you look down at him as he sits on the carpet between your legs, his legs crossed lazily as he bats his eyelashes up at you. he hands you the blow dryer. “you were into that, weren’t you!” 

“i’m into you.” wriothesley corrects. he’s incredibly smug. you hide behind your palm as you blush, biting the inside of your cheek as his hands gently remove any obstructions from your face. “let me see your pret-”

you turn the blow dryer on max. 

“oh, i like you.” wriothesley says in between his laughter, turning so that you can focus your attention on his hair. “love you, actually.” he corrects. 

“love you too.” you say, ruffling the black and gray strands of his hair. he places a kiss on your knee. you pause before kissing the crown of his head. 

you continue blow drying his hair, towling the strands occasionally. wriothesley’s thankful you’re so focused on his hair that you don’t notice how warm his face has gotten, nor his crimson red cheeks as he blushes into his palm.

#OHMAGAWD #u and wrio 4ever ! #the domesticity is so cute and tender and it's SO GENTLE HELLO ??? #literally read this with the biggest smile on my face like oh this is what love can be like ! #fingers carding through your hair #GAHDAMN #the drifting in and out of sleep line matched with that whole first paragraph just feels so nice and cozy and it really feels like that #safety u get when ur taken care of and with the person u love and u captured that so beautifully WOUW ! #massaging oil into your scalp SCREAEAMING #i just love love the way he smells not just like peach bodywash but YOUR peach bodywash #the details in here are just so stunning and hilarious and i was constantly shifting between AWWW and OMG and LMFOOAFOAOF #THE BLOWDRYING FACES RECIPROCITY #I LAUGHED SO BAD THATS SO FUNNY #the oh i like you! #THATS SO WRIO #i genuinely think he adores someone with a little kick to them which is why once again u are the perfect match for him #CHEEK AGAINST THIGH HELLO ??/ WHOOOOOOOWHEEEE #sitting crisscrossed between ur legs like omg he is such a cat ! like a cat after taking a bath ! #HIS DAMP HAIR #the towel around his neck. o i dont even like him BUT THAT DID SOMETHING TO ME ! #the dialogue is so sweet and full of this banter i can't get enough of i just love it #anyway write more #please #THE IM INTO YOU LINE #TELL ME EVERY TERRIBLE THING YOU'VE EVER DONE AND LET ME LOVE U ANYWAY IS SO WRIO O IM QUOTING THAT WRONG BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN ??? #HEEHEE #ANYWAY #i giggled so bad everytime u brought this post up like u were waiting for me reblog #ME FINALLY READ IT ! #AND ITS SO AMAZING IM SO HAPPY

[sungie]

I LOVE LOVE THIS SO MUCH !! SO CUTE AND TENDER AND I FEEL SO WARM AND FLUFFY INSIDE HELLO ??? I MISSED UR WRITING OMGGGGGGG I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!!

3AM ; ex!wriothesley x fem!reader

(´• ω •`) | modern au where wriothesley is drunk. and your ex. so why is he at your dorm at 3AM?

skincare, cuddles, fluff, angst if you squint

clorinde 2:56 AM: back together with wriothesley already?

clorinde 2:56 AM: that was fast

you 2:57 AM: WDYM???!??!?!?!? im so over him

you 2:57 AM: why? 

clorinde is typing… 

you 2:58 AM: don’t tell me… he’s at the door again?

clorinde 3:00 AM: yep. said he’s here for his girlfriend

you 3:01 AM: DONT LET HIM IN

clorinde reacted with Whoops!

you 3:02 AM: tell him im almost home…

wriothesley is drunk. he’s slumped on your pink fuzzy toilet cover, eyes fluttering closed as you lean in the bathroom doorway. 

“didn’t we break up?” you ask, laughing at the way he perks up at your voice, his hands encircling your waist as you step in between his legs. 

“somethin’ like that,” he slurs, fingers curling around your waist, “but you always do my skincare before bed.”

you brush his hair out of his eyes, pinning his bangs back with a sparkly kuromi clip, ignoring the way he melts into your touch. you bite your lip and sigh as you wipe his face with a damp washcloth. his pretty blue eyes bore into yours as he scans your features. 

“haven’t seen you in a week. why didn’t you respond to my texts?” he asks, cocking his head.

“hold still, wriothesl-”

“wrio.” he interrupts, grip tightening around your waist. “it’s wrio to you.”

you laugh, tilting his chin up, nails grazing against his neck as he complains about ‘those damn acrylics’. 

“okay, wrio,” you smile, rubbing essence into his t-zone. “isn’t that a nickname reserved for girlfriends only?” 

a beat of silence. he looks confused. “you are my girlfriend?”

you tap his bottom lip and he puckers them obediently, eyebrows furrowed as you apply a thin coat of cherry chapstick. “nope,” you say, patting his cheeks. “you broke up with me last week.”

“why would i ever break up with you?” he asks incredulously, wincing as you apply cool lotion on his eye bags. they look darker than usual, you note, gentle with your touch as your fingers linger. 

“something about me distracting you from school,” you say. “you said you were too in love with me.” 

“i would never-” 

“listen, wrio,” you sigh, a finger on his lips as you silence him. “i don’t know. maybe you need some time away from me.”

wriothesley bites at your finger in retaliation and you yelp in surprise. 

“ow! motherfucker,” you mutter, flicking his chin. “some ex you are.” 

wriothesley ignores you, standing up from his position on your pink toilet. he’s sobered up now. “boyfriend,” he corrects, towering over you as you squint up at him. 

“you broke up with me.”

he bends down to press his forehead to the crevice of your neck, mumbling into your chest. “then will you be my girlfriend?” 

“you’re drunk.” you reply, hands reaching up to play with his hair. “we’ll talk about this tomorrow, wriothesley.”

“it’s wrio,” he whines again. “be my girlfriend.” 

“tomorrow,” you sigh, shuffling the two of you over to your twin bed. “we’ll talk tomorrow.” 

“will you say yes tomorrow?” he asks, curling into your side as you crawl under the blankets. 

“maybe.” you mutter. 

“not sleeping until you say yes.” 

you laugh, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “okay. sure. yes.” 

he’s out like a light, snores light as you sigh into his hair. it’s not long until your eyes flutter shut as well. 

clorinde 10:08 AM : One Attachment

clorinde 10:09 AM : cute

clorinde 10:09 AM: back together?

you 10:10 AM: yep…

#LMFAOAOAOA CLORINDE AND READER TEXTS ARE SOOO FUNNY #clorinde reacted with Whoops! #GAWD. DO NOT LET HIM IN ???? #THE INTIMACY OF HAVING A NICKNAME RESERVED JUST FOR YOU? THATS SO TENDER THROWING UP !! #no because i just know. if anyone else called him that he would be like. it's wriothesley to u. GRRRRRAWWRRRARWAWR #i love the details so much!! the pink fuzzy toilet cover to the sparkly kuromi clip and the cherry chapstick #there's so much good sensory detail here and i'm in love with it?? #fingers curling against ur waist + cool lotion on eyebags #pressing his forehead to ur neck HELLO ?? + SIGHING INTO HIS HAIR !! YES PLS #it's so hard to set scene but i always have SUCH A CLEAR IDEA OF WHERE THE CHARACTERS ARE AND IJUST LOVE IT LIKE YES UR LEANING AGAINST THE #DOOR AND YES UR INBETWEEN HIS LEGS AND YES HES SHUFFLING U TO BED #their dynamic is so silly and cute i love modern aus so much #i love reader btw #she is so cute #AND U GET CLORINDE'S VOICE OVER TEXT SO WELL LIKE IT SOUNDS LIKE HER IM GIGGLING #he is so obsessed like omg #dare i say whipped #FAV!

[sungie]

"do you believe in soulmates, suguru?"

geto is wrist-deep in a corpse. In the intestines of a corpse, actually, somewhere beneath the liver that you can barely see from your spot on the stool next to him, and it looks—disgusting. you pop another salt and vinegar chip in your mouth.

this was supposed to be your job, you'll admit it. a body rolled in just before eight and an autopsy had to be done, but you called dinnerbreak and dug your neatly-packed chips and sandwich combo out of your locker before you let anyone get the chance to protest.

so, geto is shrugging at you, digging around in some dead guy's guts, and you're eating dinner.

"i don't really believe in souls," he says, and you pause, chip between your lips.

"really?" you motion to your friend on the table. "not even this guy?"

and suguru shakes his head, "especially not this guy."

you roll the ethicality of this whole debate in your head for a minute before your original question pops back up.

"alright," you say. "but what about fate? y'know, some kinda bridge for people to know people."

"nope."

"destiny? predestination?"

"same thing," he murmurs, shifting his hand around with a little squelching sound. "it's circumstance, really."

you—if you're going to be honest—are a little bewildered. and not because you're not into the whole 'live and let live' thing, but because you can't imagine someone doing a job like this without having some kind of hope that things will be how they're meant to be. otherwise, it all just seems kind of depressing.

"so, you think you just wound up here because you wound up here?" you ask.

"yep."

"you think this guy just happened to end up like this?"

"that's what i said." he's barely listening.

suguru pulls something out of the hole ripping through your john doe's ribs and you consider finishing your lunch in the breakroom for a minute. if you weren't so intrigued by the hypothetical half-conversation at hand, you probably would've slid your way out of the room and enjoyed the rest of your gutless dinner elsewhere.

but alas, you might be a little too invested in the longest exchange you and your coworker have ever had.

(impressive, truly.)

"so, say i quit my job tomorrow-"

"uh huh."

"and i disappear. it's all mysterious and whatever and no one ever sees me again, blah, blah, blah. but then one day i just wind up somewhere. found—appeared out of nowhere."

he glances back at you, raising a brow. "i'm not following."

"i'm gone in an instant, right? but then i'm back. my life changes completely, but—for some reason—for the better. it's happened before, hasn't it?"

"i suppose," he says.

"cool. great. what would you call that? coincidence?"

he sighs, a little heavily, pulling his arm out from whatever crevice he was exploring before peeling off a dark, red glove. it's almost black at this point, and you can't help but consider how crazy it all is—what death does to a person

"i think," he starts, "it's more a conglomeration of things."

you tilt your head a little.

"like—here—you wear those shoes to work every day. why?"

"they're my work shoes?" you stick your foot in the air, dangling it there a little. your sneakers are still white, but they've got a little give to them these days. grayish in the middle, a couple stained spots on the soles. "plus, i'm not sure heels would be the most practical shoe for this."

geto snorts, shaking his head. "but why those? why not black, or gray, or another kind entirely? why those ones."

you think for a moment, poking your tongue into your cheek.

"there's a scrub nurse who lives a couple doors down from me." a nice, older woman with a couple of kids about your age. she offered to help you move some of the boxes into your apartment when you were moving in. "when i told her i got this job, she told me about these."

"see," he grins. "that's what i mean."

you pull the last of your chips from the bag, crushing the little crumbs beneath your fingers. you think you're getting it.

"those—the chips. why those?"

"my brother's favorite. brand and all."

"so—they're your favorite too?"

"no," you say. "but they remind me of home sometimes."

a little smile tugs at suguru's lips and you're not quite sure whether it's out of joy at his own correctness or endearment. you decide it's the ladder for your own sake.

"you get what i'm saying now?"

"i think so. but maybe you should wrap it all up for me. just for fun, y'know."

he chuckles, and you think you're really nailing this whole 'getting to know your coworker' thing. you must be.

"if you disappeared tomorrow, there'd be a reason for it. someone told you to quit your job, or you saw some really crazy shit about faking your own death. you'd wind up where you do for the same reason. no fate, or destiny, or anything like that involved."

you want to reply with something witty or sly, but nothing really comes to mind. truly, you're more focused on the look on suguru's face: a deeply determined little thing that's just starting to crawl its way up to his eyes.

"that—makes sense. weirdly so."

he smiles, teeth poking out from behind his lips. "told you so."

"that doesn't mean i agree with you. i just—see your logic, that's all. "

"have dinner with me." he says, pausing a little afterward. "we can talk all about it."

he slides out of his stool then, sauntering his way towards the sink. he still has an eye on you; in a strange way, you can feel it.

"fine," you say, a little huff escaping your lips. "but only because i really love a good debate."

#I WANNA GOBBLE UP UR WRITING AND JUST SAVOR IT FOREVER GOD LIKE UR MIND IS SO OHMYGODDDD #the 'do u believe in soulmates suguru' to HIM WRISTDEEP IN A CORPSE IS SO . I DONT KNOW THE WORD. BUT YOU KNOW. ITS SO CHILLS. AND UR EATIN #A SALT AND VINEGAR CHIP #IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CONVO AND THE CORPSE DISSECTION ???? LIKE OHMYGOD. UR SO CLEVER IVE NEVER READ A FIC LIKE THIS #THIS PIECE IS SO CHILLING TO ME AND I JUST LOVE IT #the way u describe him with the corpse is so amazing. i was reading like :O #sighs dreamily ur writing style is so insanely good i love it SO MUCH PLEASE #like the conversation is so SAD. but its also SO GETO AND i just love the way u get dialogue and how natural it feels and EVERYTIME I #READ UR PIECES I JUST LOVE ALL THE DETAILS U SLIP IN LIKE THAT PART ABT THE SHOES AND THE NEATLY PACKED CHIPS + SANDWICH COMBO #i dont know what it is but u add so much life to ur writing #and I LOVE IT #but most of all i just adore how it ends in him asking u to dinner in such a casual way and it feels so natural and real AND GAHHH I JUST ! #geto makes me sad. WAHHHHHHHHHH #UR GETO MAKES ME SAD. SOBS #ALSO HANNAH THIS IS SO FUNNY #BC I SAW THIS ON MY FYP AND I WAS LIKE OMG I LOVE THIS PIECE SO MUCH THIS WRITER IS SO GOOD #AND THEN I WAS LOOKING THROUGH THE REBLOGS AND I WAS LIKE HUH KENTOPHOBIC SOUNDS SO FAMILIAR #AND IT WAS U!!! OMG HANNAH I MISS U SO MUCH #I HOPE UR DOING WELL <3333 AND I REALLY LOVED THIS PIECE

[sungie]

hihi drew i just wanted to pop by and wish u a good rest of your day <3 if your day is coming to an end, i hope you had a happy and fulfilling routine!

JANANI HI HI !! omg this is so late. IM SO SORRY but i'm sending u all my love this means the world to me! rn it's super late so i'm about to drink some peppermint tea and unwind + skincare before i go to bed heehee <333 i hope you've been taking care of yourself and are able to relax today mwah mwah

#ALSO I WANNA THANK U SO MUCH FOR LEAVING SUCH SWEET TAGS ON MY TOKREV POST #i sobbed and i just. i need you to know that you're actually the sweetest kindest ever #I LAUGHED WHEN I SAW UR SHUJI TAGS HE'S SO <33333 #we're so normal abt him. HAHAHHAHAHA #it actually means so much to me that you took the time to read that despite not watching I JUST WANNA GIVE U A HUG PLS #moots <3 #jnnul

[sungie]

sav - when you first posted this i didn't read it but i still remember seeing your first line and just. knowing. even then that this piece would be gorgeous and rip me up. and now almost a year later i can say ITS EVEN BETTER THAN I COULDVE EVER IMAGINED?? god i just. the way you write your stories (all of them) but this one especially i just. the backstory is gorgeous. stunning. i've always had my finger on it but after taking a uni course and learning abt craft yadayada i just. like. you know i've always loved loved loved your writing (i hope you know that) but now i feel like i've never really put into words how truly amazing you write? if that makes sense? and i really need u to know how incredible this is. like the amount of LOVE and time and thoughtfulness and originality that goes into all ur pieces is insane. like actually crazy im going insane over how much i love this. and it's so easy to consume writing on here and move on but i feel like this piece really makes me pause and it's like. okay this is iwaizumi and he's your character and i never say that about anything but i need u to know that everytime i see iwaizumi i think sav. like u just go together. every piece you've written about him is so full of love and i just wow. the way you intertwine these characters like his mother and the way dialogue just flows so naturally i'm. in tears? the play on words with lightning bugs to fireflies to lightningflies is so clever and beautiful and. i'm in love with the way your style merges everything so naturally but poetically stunning at the same time. you distill feeling so WELL. and it's all perfectly placed and your dialogue is just GOD. SO. INCREDIBLE.

iwaizumi’s mother will tell you he was born at night.

she’ll tell you he was born with the lingering scent of summer rain, and that’s why he’s always enjoyed the way it smells and begged to play in it as a child. she’ll tell you he was born in the midst of lightning bugs that he started to insist calling ‘fireflies’ at age seven, because he said that fire was cooler than lightning. she’ll tell you that he was born in the dimming lull of midnight, and that’s why he’s always been stubborn but warm—mellow but comforting.

iwaizumi’s mother will tell you a lot of things regarding her son and his birthday, and he’ll deny them all and roll his eyes and tell her mom, you’re being a little dramatic, until she swats the back of his head.

but the most important thing she’s told you, is that he didn’t breathe when he was born, and maybe that’s why she notices him holding his breath around you.

and you’d never noticed it much before, but it was on the eve of his twenty-second birthday that she told you, and now, on the day of it—amidst the air of dusk and the sweet memories of his childhood home—you’ve begun to see it a little more.

you’re both outside now, and the fireflies have begun to light up his yard, and there’s still a bit of smoke coming from the campfire iwaizumi set up earlier.

“so,” you say, at ten at night on iwaizumi’s birthday—twenty hours after his time of birth twenty-two years ago, “how does it feel?”

he laughs, in the gruff way that he always has, and pokes a stick at the fire.

“feels like i’m still nineteen.”

his mother would tell you that he’s still holding onto those teenage years. she’d say that he’s hardly ever going to let them go—that he still reminisces about parties at oikawa’s and driving with the windows down and the music too loud in makki’s beat up civic. she’d say that he’ll hold onto being a teenager until time passes him by, she’s sure.

you don’t know if you agree with that one.

“you look older than you did then.” he eyes you. “i meant the tattoo, and maybe the eyebrow slit.”

“it’s a scar,” he says, as he always does, and you laugh.

“sure, from a volleyball net.”

he leans over to swat at your arm, you lean into it and catch his hand in your own. his breath hitches. you remember his mother’s stories.

“maybe i was talking about the gray hair i found last year,” you begin, and you feel the way he tries to twist his hand from your grip at that one. you don’t give in—never have. “maybe you’ve gotten more since then, should we go check?”

“god, babe, shut up.”

maybe it started as pulling his arm away from you, but now he’s pulling you into him—taking your shitty lawn chair and all—to let your nose rest against his chest (and, perhaps more pertinently, to shut you up). 

you twist yourself in your chair and in his grip to face the fire and the lightning bugs, as his mother calls them, and his little sister, but never hajime. you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, can feel the breath as it moves through his lungs. 

and though he breathes easier now, it’s just as his poor mother said yesterday. he’ll fall victim to it all and his breath will hitch when you lean in—when you kiss his cheek, when you brush your hand over his shoulder in passing.

it’ll hitch when you’re looking at old photo albums, when you find a picture of him and oikawa catching bugs and you say he’s never changed. it’ll hitch in the dining room late in the evening, when you spend too long talking with his mother and she tells you how happy you’ve made her son. it’ll hitch when no one else is watching—when you whisper confessions like prayers into his skin, when you kiss him and say you love him simply because you can and it’s true. 

“i’ve never seen so many fireflies,” you say, and iwaizumi’s chest pauses.

it starts again.

“they’re common out here,” he replies. “used to put ‘em in jars as a kid. my sister always hated it. said i was hurting them or something.”

“they’re nice.” you turn, letting your eyes fall over his face as you narrow your gaze at him. “kinda remind me of you.”

he furrows his brows.

“dick.”

“i didn’t even say anything bad!” you reply, and you try to shove yourself off him and away from your chair, but he grabs you by the waist saying something about babe, babe, fire, don’t be stupid-

he pulls you back into him, and back onto your chair, and looks down at you.

“okay, so what did you mean?”

“i don’t know, they just-” you look back out at the fireflies, the way they float by the ground and leave little trails of light to follow them, and then you look back at your boyfriend—who’s holding back a smile and creasing his brows a bit, but who loves you. you know that. “i’m always gonna look at fireflies and think of you.”

and there’s a lot of things you don’t tell iwaizumi—a lot of things you may never tell him except in the written sentences of your vows, the ones you’ll paint in smudged pen ink and won’t ever say aloud.

one. you watch him from the windows of your apartment when he comes home from class, and that’s when you call him, that’s when you tell him you missed him too much to wait until he came through the door.

two. you’re awake for what he tells you when he thinks you’re asleep. you try not to listen, but he says your name like you’ve given him something more than just love, so you always tell him you love him first thing the next morning. to make up for it all. or to try to.

three. you loved him weeks before you told him.

but you will tell him this—that fireflies will always remind you of him. you will not tell him that you used to call them lightning bugs too, that you called them both as a kid, until the words mixed into lightningfly because lightning was cooler than fire, and flying was cooler than being a bug. 

but he won you over.

“guess i’ll just have to be there for all the fireflies, right?” iwaizumi says, and you decide that, one day, maybe you’ll tell him the third of your secret confessions. before your vows, if he’s lucky.

“guess so,” you reply. “can’t let myself miss you too much.”

“no,” iwaizumi says, and you’re sure you love him more now, at twenty-two, than you did yesterday. “no, you can’t.”

your breath steadies under his voice, and you realize that perhaps you get a little breathless beneath him, too—that maybe his dear, poor, and wonderful mother is right about some things and only half about others. or, and perhaps this is more correct, that when she tells you something about iwaizumi, she’s telling you something about you, too.

#listen i was gonna say i read this bc i missed your writing and while that's 100% true i also just really missed u #i hope you're doing okay and life's treating u well and that you're able to smile and relax and stay healthy when u can #<3333 #i wanted to list all the lines i loved but then i realized i would just be listing ur entire story bc i loved all ur lines HAAHAHAA #as u know if u ever publish ur writing i will be buying

[sungie]

hi! we're (new) moots and i actually was stalking ur blog bc of a super sweet tag u left on one of my posts and i just wanted to let u know that u seem like such a sweet, kind soul <3 u have such good, genuine, and lighthearted energy that's so comforting omg u seem like u would be the ULTIMATE friend irl/online/in general <3 (i also may or may not have read all of ur jjk posts so when i become addicted i'm blaming it on u 😭💖)

AHH HI JANANI!! omg im so happy we're moots i just. completely fell in love with ur writing the way u get the dreamies is so real and domestic AND SO CUTE ?? I WAS SO SOFT READING PLS also i want u to know i just reread it and im sitting here like SOBBING AGAIN + ALSO UR THE SWEETEST i melted reading this !! also psst u radiate the exact same energy everything u just said is exactly how i feel abt u AHH <333

#i also . just love these lines i forgot to mention them earlier but the part about complimenting chenle not completing him I SOBBED THATS SO #SO REAL. AND SO. MY HEART #jeno blowing on home-cooked meals WAAHHHH #i live for jisung rizzler that's HILARIOUS. i can imagine this. and his silly little expression. where he looks so proud of himself. goodb #the way u get jeno is perfect #actually perfect i want to savor those little lines and keep them very close to my heart bc they are so tender and i just-- #HEEHEE THE JJK POSTS UR SO CUTE ILYSM #and the mark stubble line . YES. I AGREE.

[sungie]

things he reminds me of (nct dream)

a/n: i know i was supposed to post this on friday oops 😭 i just…have so many thoughts when it comes to love and these boys are some of my greatest muses

genre: fluff/slice-of-life maybe, just love, different types of love, young dumb broke kids in love, LOVE, idk did i say they’re in love yet, tw: mentions of kissing & hickeys lol

word count: 1.4k (idk either man)

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gif credits: @jsuh​

that moment when you realize how much someone truly loves you

guitars that have so many stickers, you can barely see the wood

buying a new fuzzy blanket

the little scratch of stubble when you kiss

laughing when his glasses poke you in the forehead

falling asleep with your legs on top of his on the couch

massaging his head when he’s had a long day

oversized sweatshirts to avoid the paparazzi when he’s coming over

long facetime calls even though it’s three in the morning in his time

voice messages instead of texts bc he wants to hear your voice

hearing your voice in a song

turning your little doodles into the cover of his next solo

whispers about the future that dissolve into the hot summer sky as he looks at you with eyes filled with hope

musky cologne that reminds you of the forest after it rains

the color gray

love.

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#JENO’S STOP IM SOBBING #YOUR WRITING IS SO PRETTY IM IN LOVE I JUST #I READ ALL OF THEM AND STARTED SOBBING GOD #THEYRE SO PERFECT UR SO PERFECT #jisung’s little what-if questions and then leaving u on read GOODBYE #thank u for making this i love love love them

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geto suguru in jujutsu kaisen 0

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KIMI CONVINCED ME TO CAMP OUT FOR BARRICADE NCT DREAM AND UMMM. JENO IS SO. TWIRLING HAIR KICKING MY FEET GIGGLING THROWIJG UP

#me when back muscles #TEEHEE #RAHHHHH #maybe i will. write for kpop again #🤭🤭🤭🤭 #WHAT IF

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i thought i was being #reusable by drinking my old strabucks vanilla cream cold brew and GAVE MYSELF FOOD POISONING IM SQUEAKING

#OHMYHOD #my fingers be tingling #ME WHEN I GET TAKEN OUT BY SOME SPOIKED MILK 🫡🫡🫡

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“Stop wasting your time.” 

Scaramouche has never been a liar. Yet there’s something so jarring about the way it leaves his mouth. When what he really needs to say is something so disgustingly vulnerable he can’t bear it. He’s just said, stop wasting your time, when what he really needs to say is ‘on me’. Stop wasting your time on me.

So why won’t his lips move? Why won’t he say those words he knows will wipe that hurt expression right off your face? 

He feels your back tense against his. And it's so preventable. If only he just ... spit it out. Said sorry. Explained himself.

“What?” You say.

It’s such a quiet sound. Even though you’re there, right beside him. So close, it feels like he holds the tremors of your voice inside that small, empty space gouged within his chest. 

“You heard me,” is what he says instead. His gaze drifts to the senbei you tried tossing in your mouth and missed. A half-hour earlier and there'd been laughter screwing up your face in a way he hadn’t known softened him. Not until he’d raised a hand to his aching cheek to realize he’d been smiling. And now, because he's an ass, he keeps going. “I know you did.” 

“No,” you say. “No, I heard. I just don’t understand why you ... why you always.” There’s a pause. It’s too long. Seconds too long. 

Before he knows it, he's glancing at you. Just to check, he convinces himself. And god dammit.

He swallows. His chest feels so hollow. Like, he’s carved it out himself. 

“I just wanted to," you say, then stop.

Just shut up already, he thinks. He's not stupid. Like, do you really think he can't tell how hard you're trying to keep your voice steady? That he can’t see the way your nails dig crescent moons into your skin? That he can’t see the way you’re sucking in your left cheek so you won’t cry?

“I just … want you to let me in.” You say at last.

And it’s why you invited him over, he thinks. To try and get him to smile. Which, you succeeded with, he guesses. To try and get him to learn relationships aren’t give and take, but build and build.

Like that stupid analogy and that stupid board game. You beat him at it earlier that night, and he swept the rest of the wooden blocks aside to slump and gaze at your ceiling in defeat. Later, you’d laughed and slumped on top of him, pressing your nose to his.

Now did you succeed in that second part? Scaramouche scoffs.

So pathetic. Pathetically naive.

Because he doesn’t think you’re right. People never stay. Never.

But when he glances back at you, your gaze burns a determined hole into him. Despite him having been a total dick all evening. And there it is again, that unfamiliar feeling in his chest. Expanding. Making it hard to breathe.

Well, if he’s honest. He hopes you’re right. Even though you're not.

Scaramouche sighs. He leans forward, his thumb lightly grazing the top of your cheek to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “It fell into your face. That’s all.”

He knows his touch lingers. What he really wants is to cup your cheek. He wants to hold you. But his hands move back to his sides like he can't control them. Another reminder he’s more puppet than human. 

“You want me to let you in,” he says, repeating your sentiments. “And what good will that do? I relive my god-awful memories, just for you to cry your pretty little eyes out? I don’t think so.” 

He’s thankful you don’t dwell on it. He supposes he should reward you, until he hears it.

“You think I’m pretty?”

Is that even a question? Of course he does. 

Not anymore, is what he’s about to say, but it dies away once he notices just how he’s gazing at you.

And it must be tender, or as tender as someone like him can manage, because he watches you press your lips together to hide your smile. Stubbornly withheld tears wobble beneath your waterline.

“Don’t cry,” he says, just to balance it out. “You look ugly.” 

It makes you laugh. “I hate you. So much.” 

God, Scaramouche loves that laugh.

He cracks a smile. “Good.” He reaches for your hand and brings it to his lips. A kiss against your knuckles. A kiss against the jut of your wrist. And the words fall from his lips into your ear like your judgment can repent a guilty conscience. “I meant it, when I said to stop wasting your time. You want me to let you in? So listen. Stop wasting your time. On me.” 

He pulls away, only to see your eyes flash open. That’s when you bite back a sob.

You blink, and tears fall down your cheeks in a race to gather beneath your chin, just to dribble down the sides of your nose. “I want you. How many times do I have to say it? You. I want you. I know you don’t think you deserve love, but you do. You do.”

There’s a moment where he thinks he might ruin everything. He can feel the words building behind his throat, the way everything feels tight and tense and like he can’t breathe. But there’s also something smaller, something gentler. It’s a strange feeling, one that’s been building in his chest and kindling every time you speak.

“Typical,” Scaramouche says, but he’s reaching to cup your face, thumbing away at the tears and pressing his lips to the corner of your eyes.

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche imagine #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin x reader #GAHH I HAVENT WROTE IN SO LONG AND I HAVENT PROOFREAD BUT I JUST PLAYED HIS QUEST AND IM SCREAMING

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ily and your writings

AHH THANK U SO MUCH!! YAYAYAY I LOVE U thank u for sending this i saw the notif and got so happy!<33

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hello…… i brought…… him

hello ...... he showed up in my dreams and we ......... made hot lasagna for datenight

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saw ur post, forget him i got u pretty flowers and am ready to give u all of my money i'm ringing ur doorbell right NOWWWW

no but i am so sorry, that shit sucks, i know exactly how that feels :( but on another note literally??? hi??? i haven't been on here in a while it's nice to see u on my dash again <33

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