convenience store shopping late at night -
feat: scaramouche
a/n: it's literally 2am rn and i got inspired to write this because i myself can't sleep but idk what I'm gonna give you guys since it's late so this might not make sense π also kinda short but also lengthy drabbles because my thoughts abt this are in shambles, i also feel like the drabble kinda ends really suddenly π but the inspo just dried out at the end, this was also supposed to have separate characters not just scara but I got impatient so π
note: as always possibly this might be oocπ€₯, not proofread there will be mistakes in here, gn! reader, lower case intended as well, also soft scara because i need it π
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you lay on your bed, tossing and turning as the time passed. no matter what position you were in, if the blanket was on or off, you couldn't fall asleep despite all of your attempts. you even tried to go on your phone in hopes of it tiring you out but of course, it didn't work and your tossing and turning seemed to wake up the person you were sharing your bed with.
"stop moving so much" scaramouche's tired voice called out groggily, sleep lacing his words. you turned to look at him and frowned, "i can't sleep" you replied. scaramouche sighed, grabbing your wrist he pulled you closer to him and rest his head on your shoulder. "just close your eyes" he whispered as he slowly went back to sleep.
you tried to rest as well but it felt worse with your boyfriend's hand draped over you, almost trapping you. "kuni.." you whispered, poking his cheek. there was no response and you thought that perhaps he had fallen into a deep sleep so he couldn't hear you but he responded with a tired sound before releasing you. he sat up with another sigh and got out of bed to grab his shoes. you continued to lay in bed confused with his actions.
"well? are you coming or do i have to ask you nicely?" scaramouche's words were all bite and no bark and despite there being a slight edge in his words his face held a soft look albeit a bit tired. you scrambled out of bed and grabbed your coat and shoes. "but it's night and we're going out in pajamas?" you asked, tieing your shoe laces together. "[name], it's 2 in the morning who's going to ask why we're in our pajamas at this time of the night" scaramouche asked as you both left the apartment. "fair enough.." you mumbled back as the two of you walked out of the apartment block and down the street to a convenience store. you passed very few people, some were drunk adults who were stumbling home after a night out and others were students enjoying a night walk to take a break from studying.
you entered the store and scaramouche turned to you"take anything you want" he said, grabbing his drink and food of choice. you circled the small store and grabbed your snacks, immediately, scaramouche took them out of your hands and walked up to the cashier to pay for everything. you stood by the entrance of the store, waiting for him to come back.
"catch" his voice called out as he mimicked throwing your drink at you. seeing your shocked face he stopped with a grin and handed you your food and drink, "just kidding~ you should've seen your face" you scoffed and opened your drink to take a small sip from it.
"by the way you're paying me back" scaramouche stated as he grabbed your hand and started walking back home. "what? wait kuni you're just joking right, because you're such an amazing boyfriend who pays for their partner, right?" you asked. he scoffed, "yeah normally, but you decided to wake me up at 2am so you're paying this time" you frowned slightly before sighing, "fine that is true, i'll pay you back. how much was it? i'll give it when we get back to the apartment room. but i'm not sure how much ca-" you were interrupted by scaramouche's lips on yours. it was a small peck and not much but you were stunned nonetheless. he looked at you and rolled his eyes but you still noticed his ears turning red. "idiot, i meant with a kiss" he whispered.
you slowly began to grin once you fully processed what happened. "if you wanted a kiss you could've just asked kuni~" you teased before leaving a small kiss on his cheek. you then took your hand out of his soft hold and ran to your apartment. "cmon hurry up, i want to eat" you said as you took off your coat and shoes. you were already in bed and under the covers with your snacks in hand when scaramouche walked into your apartment and locked the door. he quickly took off his shoes and joined you in bed.
"want me to put something on to watch on the laptop or?" he asked. you shook your head, "nah, i just want to talk or something" you replied as you began to eat your store food. before you knew it, you started to feel your eyes struggling to stay open and you fell asleep. scaramouche noticed this and quietly put away the food, he made sure you were comfortable before laying beside you with his hand draped over you.
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also happy new year!! i slept through the countdown (again) but i hope this year will be decent
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Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"
Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.
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i do think there is a degree to which certain kinds of Instagram activists have convinced themselves that traumatising themselves in solidarity is a useful form of activism. "I'm having nightmares and crying so much I want to be sick because of all these videos of dying children but I can't look away while people are getting hurt" I mean don't you think you'd be able to help more if you weren't having nightmares and crying all the time?? don't you think this is a one-way trip to burnout? don't you think maybe increasing the amount of trauma going around is counterproductive? I dunno bro there's something to be said for bearing witness but there comes a point where you gotta look hard at yourself and go "am I helping, or am I just making myself suffer so I don't feel guilty for not suffering while somebody else is experiencing bad shit"
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"Don't just throw ripped jeans away, you can repair them using these 10 cute Visible Mending techniques!!" unfortunately my friend the first point of failure for every single pair of jeans i have owned in my life has been the Crotch and Ass. Knees: fine, cuffs: fine; but 3 years in, and all that stands between the world and my astronaut-patterned taint is 0.5Β΅m of denim worn so thin that every squat threatens to tear it to shreds like wet toilet paper. If the Tiktok craft community could figure out a way to resurrect jeans afflicted in such a way that doesn't involve adding a whole ass buttpatch like some sort of inverse assless chaps situation then that'd be great
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i don't really like when people say dungeon meshi is accidentally good autistic representation, because while i understand not wanting to make conclusions without explicit confirmation from the author, there's always the weird assumption that non-western authors somehow don't know about things like neurodivergency/queerness/etc. (on top of the assumptions that east asian authors are somehow more naive or oblivious to "western" social issues).
given that dungeon meshi started being published in 2014, it's not really a "work belonging to its times"βit's as contemporary as any other media we discuss on this site, which means it should be fair to assume it engages with contemporary topics (and at the very least, you shouldn't say that the representation is accidental with so much confidence)
but anyways, the chapter "perfect communication" in ryoko kui's "terrarium in a drawer" is some of the most straightforward autistic representation I've seen, and from now on I'm going to assume that laios's character writing is absolutely intentional in that regard:
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