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lustbile · 2 years

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haechan and his sister’s best friend vs haechan and his best friend’s sister... ur choice :-)

I was about to do best friend's sister with this. Like I was this 🤏 close, but I feel like that’s more common than sister’s best friend, and even though I think it goes against bro code in a way that I feel like best friend’s sister doesn’t, I want to do it anyway. Also don’t @ me for this logic, because I know it makes no sense but I don’t care

Warning: hostile reader, fingering, messing around in a house full of people, Haechan does what he wants when he feels like it. 3k ish words.

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“And that’s when I told him I didn’t want to meet up with him this weekend anymore,” your best friend rambles at your side, her hands waving in front of her face as she complains about whatever guys she had been texting recently.

You try to listen, you honestly do because of course you care about your friend’s life, but it’s hard to focus on the words that spill from her mouth at rapid speed because you’re sitting on her living room couch having a boy crisis of your own.

You feel bad staring at her brother so shamelessly as she sits directly next to you, but you can’t stop yourself. He rough houses with his own friends, laughing loudly as he tries to hook up his game console to the tv as one of them roughly throws an elbow directly in the center of his back.

You flinch at the sight of the impact directly on his spine, but after he yells out in irritation with his back curving deeply, he throws his own elbow into the bend of the boy’s knee and turns back to the mess of wires.

It‘s a fascinating sight really, seeing how stupid and careless the boys are, but there’s also something very endearing about it. Especially Haechan. A boy you’ve known of just as long as you’ve known your friend, but somehow as of recently, he had morphed into something of desire. Was he always so cute and funny? Well no, you think. You witnessed him before puberty, when you still thought boys were just nothing but balls of germs. But now as you stare at his shoulders as they shift under his hole ridden shirt, you know that he’s a ball of germs, but this time he’s also very handsome.

“So what do you think I should say?” She asks you as you sit there blankly, shoving her phone in your face and making you blink in shock. She has a lengthy but dry looking text conversation pulled up on her screen, and you’re grateful that you can skim it quickly enough to get some sense of context.

“I don’t know…” you answer honestly, leaning back into the couch as you cringe at how douchey the guy seems just from the few texts from him that you see, “honestly I say you should just ghost him.”

“Ghosting is mean,” Haechan’s friend Renjun suddenly interrupts from the other side of the room, making you and your friend jump before you shoot him a glare that’s probably a lot ruder than you intended.

“Some guys deserve meanness,” you respond blankly without thought, the fact that you’ve never really interacted with any of Haechan’s friends slipping your mind as you rush to defend yourself and your friend.

“The voice of reason has spoken,” Haechan announces dramatically, standing up and making your breath catch when he makes eye contact with you and lifts his eyebrows. He grins, seeming very entertained by the sneer you wear, before he hesitantly turns to his friends as they sink to sit on the floor, “anyways, leave them to shit talk men, I want to play video games.”

“Yeah play your stupid games, I’ll ghost whoever I want,” your friend mutters as she turns back to her phone, puffed up in annoyance from having her brother’s friend butt into her conversation like that, even though she’s the one who decided to sit in the living room they already resided in. But she seems to follow your suggestion, as when you glance at her phone, she’s blocking a number that she never even bothered to save.

You mindlessly watch the game come to life on the tv, your legs starting to twitch as Haechan stretches his body out to relax. His eyebrows furrow as his fingers move around on the controller, selecting different items on the screen, and you can’t help but sink into the couch from how the stern face he makes has filthy thoughts flooding your mind.

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You flinch at the sudden scream Haechan’s friend Mark lets out when his character dies, the noise sounding inhuman as it cracks from his chest. It was this exclamation of despair, that had you shifting out of your seat, simply muttering the word ‘bathroom’ as you pat your friend’s thigh and start to stand up.

You watch for another moment, witnessing Jeno murder Mark’s character again in cold blood the second he respawns, before you turn to leave the room quickly. And whether it’s from your haste, or your nerves forcing you to ignore it, you don’t even notice the way Haechan watches your retreating body as he sits waiting for his turn to play.

He keeps his eyes on you, until you retreat into the bathroom at the end of the hall, smiling when he throws his sister a glance long enough to see her fully focused on her phone. He squirms, starts to stretch in an attempt to seem natural in the plan that brews in his mind, and when he mumbles something about going to look for something in his room, his friends barely pay him any mind as they all grunt in response.

He offers a sympathetic shoulder pat to his sister when he walks by, almost apologizing for what he’s about to do to her beloved friend, but when she slaps his hand and glares at him in return, he subconsciously gets a new cocky skip in his step as he follows in your footsteps.

He leans gently against the bathroom door, listening and waiting until he hears you turn on the sink to start to wash your hands, and when the telling sound of rushing water and the gentle tune that you mindlessly hum hits his ears, he throws the door open as a look of faux shock crosses his face.

“Fuck!” you yelp as you jump at his sudden presence, your heart beating rapidly as his eyes widen and his mouth drops playfully when you look at him in surprise. It takes you a moment to register that the boy you were just drooling over now stands directly in front of you, but once it does, you feel your face start to burn as you scramble to come up with what to say.

“Oops,” he says, laughing quietly to himself as he steps into the room, forcing you to turn and face him as he backs you into the sink, “didn’t see you leave and come in here.”

He lies through his teeth, and he does so very well as you seem to shrink against him. You look nervous and shift to avoid his eyes, and he ducks himself down slightly as he wants nothing more than to see the anxious glitter that takes over your eyes. He’d be an idiot to not notice the way you’ve been watching him recently, but he’d be even more of an idiot if he didn’t take the bait and test just how far your little crush on him seemed to go.

“Th-that’s fine,” you respond as you twist your hands together and bring them to your chest, chancing a single glance to his intense stare, before you try and stand straight without brushing his body, “I was just about to leave.”

“I was just coming to grab my phone,” he explains as you turn to turn off the sink, seeming to ignore your words as he leans over to grab the device he so conveniently left behind before you got here, “good thing I remembered where I left it right?”

“Ha, yeah,” you grasp at the attempt of small talk, any last remaining confidence draining from your chest when you turn back and see he’s blocked you against the sink with his stretched out arm. His palm presses against his phone, but he shows no interest in picking it up as he shamelessly stares at your quivering lips.

“Anyways, probably should get back before your sister thinks I died in here,” you try, laughing weakly as your fingers grip the front of your shirt, but when he shows no intent on moving, you just stand dumbly as you stare at his tensing shoulders.

“Hey, don’t worry about her,” he says with a soft smile, his foot lifting to close the bathroom door before he brings his other hand to the sink, successfully trapping you in front of him, “I was wanting to talk to you anyway, so might as well take advantage right?”

“Uh yeah, sure,” you sigh, shifting back enough that you’re almost perched on the sink, nodding your head gently in confusion, “why… would you want to talk to me?”

“You’re very pretty you know that,” he speaks bluntly, grinning when you curl in slightly from embarrassment, “very pretty, but also a little oblivious too.”

“Oblivious to what?” Your demeanor shifting slightly at his words, your eyes hardening in a way that makes his length stir in his pants. That’s something that always got him going around you, the bite you hold in your voice and the way you look when you’re annoyed. It was all he could think of when you talked back to Renjun earlier, and if he had to push your buttons to see it again, he definitely wasn’t above that.

“I mean,” he shrugs, as his eyes trail along your face, “how long have we known each other and you never even knew what was happening around you?” he taunts, loving the frustration that pulls on your face from how vague he chooses to be, “I noticed the second you started acting all weird around me, but with the way I look at you all the time and you never notice? Isn’t that odd to you?”

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” you speak in half truths as you push at his arm, huffing when you feel his muscles tense as he refuses to budge.

“Except you do,” he accuses, moving the arm you don’t push against to grab your waist and push you against the sink again, “are you gonna try and tell me that you weren’t drooling over me just a minute ago when we were sitting in the living room?”

“You’re delusional, Haechan,” you try to deny, your voice cracking slightly as you squirm under his hold. He leans in closer when you say this, almost as if he can see your real thoughts and feelings bouncing around in your head, and when he moves his head down enough for you to feel his puff of breath on your ear, you let out a gasp that breaks your entire facade.

“So you’re saying if I kiss you right now, you won’t feel anything?” He asks, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear and smiling when it forces a shiver up your spine. His eyebrows jump when you stare at him sternly, your jaw tensing almost painfully as his hand moves slowly to the center of your back. He waits for some form of response, but when you just continue staring, his hand swats at your spine before he growls, “answer me.”

“Shut up, Haechan,” you blurt out, as if his hand hitting your back knocked the words out of you, and when you follow the words with a pout, the boy in front of you smiles widely. He also responds to your trembling palms pushing into his chest with his hips tilting into yours, and with his body crowding yours, you feel your thighs start to shake.

“Gladly,” he says almost too genuinely. His head bounces as if you had said something a lot more complimentary, and you wonder what has him so giddy, until you feel his slightly chapped lips pressing into yours.

Your hands immediately fist the fabric of his shirt as he presses into you, pulling him closer as he forces your back to curve from his force. Your eyes slam shut as soon as he starts to work his lips against yours, and you feel a pang in your chest at how quickly you crumbled and how you can’t help but feel like you’re betraying your friend.

Haechan’s tongue is an amazing tool for forgetting your guilt, his wiggling muscle pushing between your lips as he tries to use it to pry your clenching teeth open. And he rewards you as soon as you let your jaw drop, moaning in a way that has your entire body heating up at the first taste of the inside of your mouth.

Both of his hands move to shove up your shirt when he realizes he no longer needs to keep you locked In place, and the cold temperature of his fingers has your body squirming as you whimper into the quiet room. He takes the fabric up as he works his hands up towards your chest, and as he moves to suck roughly at your already swollen bottom lip, he shoves your shirt under your armpits before he tugs your bra to rest under the swell of your chest.

His fingers are rough as they twist around your nipples, the shooting pain that spreads across your chest making you gasp out as he moves his lips to press against your jaw. Everything that’s happening feels too sudden for your mind to catch up with, but when he starts to lick down the side of your neck, all you can do is lean back and let him do whatever he wishes.

Your hand shoots up to grip his hair when he starts to suck on the center of your throat, your fingers tugging and pushing him as you try to stop him from leaving a noticeable mark on your skin. He detaches from you with hesitation, but not before he leaves small nipping bites behind while letting out a pleased, and mischievous laugh.

He moves quickly towards your chest, moving one arm to wrap around your waist as his other hand slides slowly down your stomach. When his fingers brush against the band of your shorts, he nuzzles his nose into the center of your chest, and as his blunt nails press into the skin of your back, he lays his tongue flat against your skin and drags it until he can circle it around your nipple.

You tilt your head back as he curls his tongue around the stiffening skin of your nipple, your blurry eyes locking onto the ceiling as you melt into his hands. You try to keep your voice quiet as you mumble his name, but when he pushes his hand into your underwear, you let out a shaky gasp.

He groans happily against your skin when his fingers slide against your skin, the dampness that’s been forming since you were watching him in the living room clinging to his fingertips as he slides them to spread you apart.

“So wet,” he grumbles with his mouth full of your flesh, his hips tilting forward to press and grind against your thigh. You chest rises and falls faster at the feeling of his puffing breathing hits your damp skin, and when he dips two fingers inside of you while he purposefully blows cool air onto the sensitive skin, your knees buckle slightly and forces you to fuck down on his spreading digits.

His saliva spreads across your skin as he places his messy mouth on you again, his humming and groaning forcing drool to slip past his chin as he laps happily at your nipple. The feeling of your flesh heavy on his tongue makes his shoulder tense in his own pleasure, and makes it easier to ignore the way his wrist aches as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out of your body.

Your arms wrap tightly around his shoulder as he moves against you, pulling him tighter against your chest as you roll your hips into his palm. The heel of his hand presses tightly against your clit with every movement you two make together, and you can feel your continuously forming arousal start to drip into his cupped hand as you try to convince yourself that all of this is happening.

His hand quickens as more noises spill from your pouting lips, your thighs tensing as he curls his fingers inside you. The sounds of his friends are still audible from down the hall, and something about the idea of one of them coming to look for him soon has you tensing even more in a way that makes you feel dirty, but it also makes it feel like your orgasm is approaching you even faster.

“Come around my fingers, baby,” he demands as he pulls away, his chin pressing into your chest until you look down at him with bleary eyes, “want to feel you come nice and hard.”

You whine his name as he angles his fingers to slam against a spot inside you that makes you lower half shake, your lip trembling as he pulls your nipple between his teeth gently as the hand he has on your back slips down to force you to rock your hips. Your entire body rolls against him, following the way he guides you as his fingers push in rough and deep, and as you clench harshly around him, you feel your orgasm start to wash over you in waves.

You bite down hard on your bottom lip as a rush of air leaves your nose, the pain from your dimpling skin somehow adding to the overwhelming pleasure that spreads out from between your thighs. Your entire body curls against him as his fingers push you through the last lingering licks of pleasure that shake your form, and as your legs start to weaken below you, his arm tightens around you once again.

You cling to him as he pulls his hand away, twitching and cringing when he shoves his wet fingers into his grinning mouth, but not pulling away. You’re still thrown by everything that led you to this point, but the confusion that plagues you still isn't enough to make you shy away from him just yet.

“Are you staying the night?” He asks casually, like he isn’t still licking your essence from between his fingers, his eyes wide as he looks at your tired and scrunched up features.

“Yeah,” you answer slowly nodding as he carefully pulls away to reach for the handle of the door with the hand he doesn’t have still held up to his mouth, “yeah I think I am. Why?”

“Sneak to my room when my sister falls asleep,” he commands, opening the door slightly as he looks at you with your still recuperating body and mind. He looks proud of what he’s done to you, a grin filling his face as he starts to duck out the small opening he’s created, “I think it will be in your best interest.”

#Haechan smut #nct smut #haechan x reader #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #nct blurb #ask #haechan blurb

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ember20sblog · 8 months

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Some of y’all are so irritating and creepy on here💀don’t message me asking to help me and then ask me for proper body checks. Then when I ask for proof to make sure I’m not sending photos to minors or creeps, get mad and defensive bc I wanna be cautious

I ask for tips and help with losing weight successfully but if all u want are pictures of my body, u gonna get told off then blocked

And if I tell u not to send me nude body checks and u send them anyways ur a creep and disgusting and have no respect

#ed not ed sheeran #tw ed sheeran #ed disorder #edblrr #ed rant #i hate my body #anorex14

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cahmilo · 2 years

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minecraft camilo x yn?? Like ur playing w cami and the rest of the madrigal grandkids until he accidentally confesses to u “NO IM NOT GOING TO MARRY A FLOWER BC I LIKE YN” (idk what that means but i think its funny anyways-)

Pixelated Flower — camilo m.

pairing: camilo madrigal x gn reader genre: fluff drabble tags: 1.1kwc, requested, scheduled, modern au

summary: camilo unknowingly and indirectly confesses to you during an online game

Numerous pings can be heard from your computer making you turn to your desk in irritation. You were cozy and cuddled up in your comforters which all the more brings you laziness and tiredness. You simply ignored the notifications as you continued scrolling through your phone while lying in bed. However midway through a TikTok video, your screen fades and blaringly plays a familiar ringtone. Someone was calling you and you smiled when you saw who it was. Your best friend (and also the one you slightly have a big crush on), the one and only Camilo Madrigal.��

"What do you want, Camilo?" You said as you brought your phone to your ear.

"I've been giving you pings on Discord! I thought you said you wanted to play Minecraft with us on the server!" Camilo's whiny voice made you burst out in laughter.

"Okay fine, give me a few minutes" You giggled and hung up the phone. It took you minutes to shuffle under your bedsheets before you stood up to finally go to your desk. The moment you took a seat, you turned on your phone and checked on your Discord notifications. Boy, Camilo really did mention you too much. It made you laugh until the light from your computer took your attention, ready for you to set up your game. While you're at it, you opened the server and saw that there was a voice chat that included Camilo, Carlos, Isabela and Mirabel. You got the urge of excitement as you wore your headphones and opened Minecraft.

You regretted it.

The moment you joined the call, a bunch of screams welcomed you and took you aback. You jolted in your seat at the ear-piercing yells that might have broken your eardrums. In a hurry you adjusted the volume before you joined the server after Minecraft got opened.

"NOT MY DOG! DON'T KILL MY DOG!" Carlos screamed into his mic. You can hear the rapid clicking of his keyboard. Camilo laughed soon after but later screamed, "NO! HOW DID YOU EVEN GET POTIONS?!"

As soon as you joined the server, your name pops out in chat and Camilo instantly stops screaming to coo at you sweetly, "STOP I'M GONNA MURDER YO- Y/N! I farmed diamonds for you!" You could hear Carlos on the other end scoff in annoyance as he approached Camilo's character.

You stood there, just watching the two twins do a 1v1 by themselves for no apparent reason. Camilo probably taunted his twin brother first and it escalated from there. You observed them bicker back and forth until they decided to settle on an empty fist-fight through Minecraft. With them armor-less and weapon-less, you decided to step in and bother them with your full diamond armor and Netherite weapons.

'Carlos was slain by [username]'

"Yeah! Y/N's here to fight for me!" Camilo cheered. You laughed through the mic and smirked to yourself. "Hold that thought, milo."

'Camilo was slain by [username]'

"Serves you right." Carlos laughed this time. He most likely respawned back at the house so you collected their stuff and placed it in a chest for them to come back to. Camilo was whining and yelling the entire time, feeling betrayed.

"I'm gonna go get flowers for the bee farm" You nonchalantly informed the two and left them. You were in the middle of a flower biome anyway, might as well collect flowers at least. While you were doing your task in peace you could still hear the bickering of the two twins while Isabela and Mirabel oftentimes talk on chat, you assumed they were decorating the community house a few blocks away. Once your inventory was full, you slowly made your way back to the house.

"You still haven't gotten your stuff?" You asked an armor-less character of Camilo, making yours stare at his dead in the eye. His head moved around a few times before he puts out a flower on his hand.

"I did, but I was attacked by a phantom. Went back to run and this is the only thing I managed to salvage" You could hear him pout just from the tone of his voice. It made you giggle in laughter. Sooner while you were giving him a few of your stuff, Isabela and Mirabel's characters popped out on your screen as they entered the house as well.

"I took your stuff, milo" You heard Mirabel. She walked towards him and started dropping the items for Camilo to collect. While they were at it, you proceeded to your room and started fiddling with your storage, looking for more items to craft. You muted yourself and proceeded to play the game while listening to the rest of the Madrigal grandkids.

"I can't believe you left all your stuff in the open but didn't hesitate to drop that flower of yours" Isabela trail off. Camilo mocked her, still sulking from the sudden death caused by you. "I already named it, I can't lose it"

"Why would you even name a flower?" Mirabel asked with a judging tone. Camilo immediately bickered feeling offended. "Hey! An iron golem dropped it after Carlos murdered it. The least I could do is treat it with love in it's memory!"

"If you love your beloved flower so much than your full enchanted armor then might as well give your loot to me." She bites back, "Or even just marry it at this point because you're still not letting it go from your grasp"

"Look as much as these pixelated flowers are pretty, I don't want to 'marry them'" Camilo muttered, insulted. "Also there is a prettier flower that I can actually see in real life." With that you suddenly forgot what you were doing because you were too invested in their bantering now.

"Its me, I'm the flower" Isabela boasted which led Mirabel to let out sarcastic vomiting noises.

"Ew no," Camilo grimaced, "Y/N is my beloved flower."

You unmuted yourself, and yelled, "WHAT?"

"WHAT" Camilo panicked as well, "I thought you left vc!"

You laughed nervously and heard Mirabel and Isabela tease their cousin with squeals. "I've been here the entire time, Camilo. I was only muted!"

"Oh, so it was Carlos who left" You can hear Camilo rapidly type on his keyboard, possibly to message his twin about what happened. He took a glance at the server and saw that Carlos really was offline. He internally cursed himself for being an idiot.

"So, what was it you said about me being your beloved flower?" You teased a nervous Camilo. You can hear him frantically tapping in his keyboard and a few muttered curses when you hear random objects just fall and scatter around his desk. You and the other girls in the vc kept laughing lightly until you saw that Camilo disconnected from the call and went offline.

"He's definitely hiding from you" You heard Isabela say to you. You laughed in response yet again.

"I don't have to worry, he can't hide from me much longer." You reassured her, now with a determined and confident voice after knowing that your all-time crush likes you back. Oh, he's definitely not gonna hear the end of it.

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skinner17 · 18 days

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bro that was a lot of words to justify a straight ship, which is usually the norm anyway? idk let gay people dislike straight ships and not "acknowledge" it or whatever, most people enjoy their friendship anyway, fandom is actually really peaceful rn, and i'll be honest, posts like yours do kinda irritate me bc it assumes straight ships are equal to gay ships whem i've spent years dealing with censorship, hate and having to be thankful for "subtext" crumbs. meanwhile straight ships get called boring by gay fans and sometimes gay people dislike them. like, i'm not trying to start anything, i know you have good intentions with making everyone get along and such, which is why i decided to message you, you seem open to conversation, so i would ask you to understand why saying gay people HAVE to acknowledge that a man and a women who are canonly only friends have a relationship with romantic undertones when the big majority ship marcille with falin and already have to deal with pushback even though it's currently the most popular ship? i honestly believe that to be in poor taste. like ship and let ship, i guess, but also let gay people dislike straight stuff after a lifetime of being forced to deal with it

Hi Anon, thank you for writing, Its natural that ure upset by my writing since u ship the other sip. I write because I just want to take off anything in my brain at the moment. And at the moment I feel like there's not enough Laimar essay when there's plenty of moment on the manga to hype.

I write for fellow Laimar shipper. And accept that it will upset farcille shipper. I am not asking any gay or het ppl to like ship they don't like. Its impossible.

I feel Tumblr is a good space to talk and writing whatever abt ship that often ignored/hated on popular fandom social media like Twitter.

I easily hype any other popular ship, gay or het on my Twitter acc.

It's not politically correct? Maybe. but heck I am in the fandom for fun.

There's big possibility that my blog will continue to upset you, because whatever I like and I write will not consider to what others ship. And that kind of dynamic is normal when involved with ship.

I am kinda flattered that you scroll through my account because my writing. I also understand if you block me. The point of fandom is having fun and it will be such a waste to spend it being upset about what other's ship.

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voidcat · 2 years

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no attachment (scaramouche/reader modern au fic)

(right after the events of ch4)

a/n: posting this rn bc ive not been going thru a writers block? tbh its so hot and humid here even sleeping feels like a chore so i spend the day just idly existing. ik this series had some ppl on the taglist so i'll post this little "chapter synopsises" thing of sorts, hope u enjoy

after this spending more time outside classes, sharing lunch etc. one day after class he sees u leaving instead of staying for library, u say u will join a gig. he invites himself to it basically. it's a gig of kazu and his band. kazu is... shocked to say the least when he sees scara next to u right at the front row. u introduce scara to kazu and the rest of the band (xiao, venti, aether)...

(implied time skip) scara joins u more often to ur friends outings. one day u straight walk behind the scene n he's confused. u explain normally u help them w makeup etc before gigs. cue a not so obviously jealous scara when you do xiao's eyeshadow.

xiao and scara bonding over their irritation at childe (scara just dislikes the guy, xiao hates that he keeps flrting w his dad/older brother. i ddint decide if zhongli will be a father figure or older brother, leaning towards the latter)

venti organizes a party, scara joining as well. he insists on drinking games, to which everyone ignores until alte hours. u explain to scara thats how it always goes. he makes a comment abt the tense air as u both r in the kitchen preparing drinks, u say "probably because we are the only single people here." it may b at the end of this chapter that u two share a kiss at the end of the night, then fr the followng week, u avoid him

implied more parties/going out. u "crying over" the news of yanfei "the elle woods wannabe???" (venti laughing in th bg: ehehe yeah they were crshing on her hard). going out to a pub w venti hu tao and yanfei, scara goes for a breath of fresh air. as hu tao and yanfei buy drinks, u mumble about wishing a love like theirs, venti says smt along the lines of u already having that and "havent you seen how that puppet looks at you" before u can ask what he meant, scara comes back, swinging an arm over the back of the cushions/ur shoulders, youre tense bc of ventis comment, "hey you alright?" "were you smoking?" "last i checked, i didnt need your permission for what to do." (he excuses himself, and comes back a minute later smelling of perfume, supressing the scent of smoke lmao)

u receive an untitled email w no attachment whatsoever to ur personal email address saying "he's not who he says he is" (or "who he acts he is") u drop the topic tho it unnerves u.

during one of the friend getaways u were leaving in a hurry, refusing to give a clear answer to what it was, scara offered to drive u, u only allowed him til a certain point. kazuha is worried bc u two always shared ur lives w the other. anyways theres nt much of a mystery u are seeing a therapsit but dont wanna explain why u started in the first place, only ningguang knows.

i think another party or beach house type of getaway but w ur friendgroup. esp u and venti get drunk on the night of arrival, waking up w a hangover, meanwhile kazu urges everyone to join him for a morning scretching/sport to freshen. scara rolls his eyes yet is the only one to keep up to kazu, until ur voice draws his attention. "you traitor! i cannot believe you didnt even tell me" snatching a thermos from ventis hands, u start drinking it, kazuha just groans: "mother was right, you are a bad influence" he says abt venti "um excuse me! give credit where its due, he only thought of that bc i yelled it to his face and suggested a good thermos." you say. (unless its clear, the thermos contains of a cold alcoholic drink) scara snatches the thermos from ur hands basically and u have to join the rest w morning jogging. the beachhouse thingy ends w u and scara walking side by side by the shore, u psuhing him tot he water and he grabs ur wrist, pulling u with him. cue simp mode scara pov when u both reemerge and he thinks under the full moonlight youre the mst beaut,ful thing he ever sees.

scara shows up to kazu one day asking advice regarding u, while holding a cat. kazu sighs, seeing scara wont leave, he opens the door n lets him in. some muttering abt how he's awful if he is trying to learn abt u to change how he acts bc a relationship based on a faked identity is no-no then he mumbles "well lucky for you you dont need to o much as their type seems to include [idr what exact phrase i had for this srry but he was basically insulting scara]", then beaten to curiosity, kazu asks whats up w the cat and scara holds the cat out to kazu "dont you think it looks like him (tomo)" (the cat is sand colored) "it followed me all the way to ur place"

some event for children of big names, for the first time (in years?) you and kazu will attend. scara is basically ur partner for it. at the beginning u push away the wine served (catered by dawn winery) (again a line i dont rmr but u insult the wine, claiming dandelion wine isnt even real wine or smt??) at one point interviwerers snatch u and scara away separetely, u get away a lot sooner, as u wait by the window, u can see the reflection of red hair, turning your back, u walk to his direction (away) and whisper "i hope you have found the closure you were desperately looking for" before diluc can say a thing, scara shows up w a hand on your waist "darling, there you are. what a bore it is here, why dont we go to that place you've been wanting to check out?" idk probs gonna spend the night w scara and sleep tgt, he gets... lowkeyish possesive during it lol... (just basking in the knowledge that he has u more than the other 'sore losers' ever did? or smt like that. idk could make more sense if in ur past 'relationship' w diluc u both always used a condom type of protection while w scara its penetrative sex basically.)

the beginning of conflict/reveal of it (from this bit on it is less planned as ive had this idea more recently. og plan was to have the event w diluc as final followed w more or less makin things official w scara. the beach house ch was supposed to have u refuse him, saying u "dont do love" and him going onthis rant abt how ur fear is illogical bc u wont be the only one vulnerable in a relationship...)

probably that night or the next, still at scaras, as it gets darker one drink afteranother u bth r more or less drunk, him more than u. then bfore realizing, he starts going on this weird rampant, his words making no sense: "u know i hate(d) you right? never got why ppl love u or ur brother so much. perfect children of perfect beidou and ningguang, beloved by everyone, beloved by their mothers, their friends" basically slurring speech and kinda revealing he first 'befriended' u w the intentions of having fun/messing w u since despite being 'perfect' u looked so lonely (and that 'im nt doing that' commen got him pissed. "who goes around calling people 'that' huh) scara rant goes on abt how he had to go fall for both perfect siblings "wow what a joke huh" and a little "i dont even get why im like this nowadays. idek why i rushed that way to get those notes and drove at 200kph to get back to the library for u" (basically drunk scara more or less jealous of u and kazu, emotional management problems, problems of realizing he has emotions, also it clicks to u that the guy kazu hated in his hs is scara)

scara wakes up to an empty bed, unable to contact u. it was at the end of the term so any excuse he uses to see u, they fail. rumors of u joiing ning for an internship, he tries to see u, only to be met w security. (he may or may not throw rpcks at the door like that cat tiktok. security dialing u/ning, scara in the bg "open the door or ill throw rocks at ur window" "u already are!" "i mean ur bedroom window" "wh-HOW DO U KNOW WHERE I LIVE". scara tries to reach out to kazu bc he is clueless why he is being ignored (he was VERY drunk, while his words sobered u up like a slap) kazu: politely tells him to fuck off.

scara finds a way in bc ei and ning wll have a meeting n scara pulls the elder child/shareholder card to insert himslf to the meeting, lil sister raiden is Not happy "i can become ceo long before you can so suck it up already". scara and u staring down at one anıther during the meeting, "talking" at the end, basically having to pull the curtains down bc the offices may be soundproof but theyre still made of glass n everyone can se eu two fight. then scara says to at least allow him to help u, sayng he knows abt the weird email u got and someone might b trying to frighten or corner u to give up ur shares.

idk basically working tgt w scara to find out who did it. he suspects one of the "harbingers". "arent you a harbinger as well?" "i keep my shares as a powermove, i dont want anything to do w their stupid company." so idk either dottore or childe gonna b the one who was mpre or less creeping u w the emails (u did receive more after ur breakapart w scara).

as i said the bits from drunk past confessions forward r fairly new so i dont have everything planned but basically u... more or elss tolerate scara (dont forgive him entirely) and he gotta work thru his issues basically (aka accepts that he has issues aaand hes kind of a simp, hes desperate to be loved lmao)

#📎 no attachment #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #genshin impact #this is logner than i rmred lol but #also hope no one thinks of this as spoiling the upcoming chapters bc despite my detailed way of sumamrizing things i end up going overboard #while wriitng the ful stuff.... so yea... also i may add new stuff or change things up a bit as i write more idk im just unmotivated to #write this series as of late which is dumb bc I STARTED THIS ONE TO BE A FUN SERIES W A SIMPLE LANGUAGE ugh #scaramouche x reader #long live the queue

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saetoru · 1 year

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hi! im so incredibly sorry to bother you but i think you may have blocked one of my other blogs and i was wondering if i could ask why?

please don’t feel pressured to answer whatsoever and definitely feel free to ignore this, i really don’t want to trouble you in any way. i just wanted to know if i did anything wrong or something to offend you?

i really try my hardest to stay neutral and friendly as well as respecting and following everyone else’s blog rules so i’d really appreciate any feedback or insight if you’re happy to give it. whatever i did, once again, im so incredibly sorry to bother you, i don’t mean any harm at all, ever. if i did something to offend you, it was never intentional, all i really try to do on tumblr is rb pictures of cats most of the time anyways.

please don’t take this the wrong way, it just makes me super anxious that i might’ve done something to someone that may have hurt them or made them uncomfortable. i really loved your writing and your blog and i can’t apologise enough if i messed up or anything. of course, i totally understand that sometimes people just choose to block people for their own reasons and i respect that no matter what. i’m incredibly sorry if i encroached on your boundaries in any way, i just really held your writing close to my heart and it saddens me that i can’t view it anymore. but that isn’t your fault whatsoever. i respect you so much as a writer and a person and i just wanted to say that i’m really sorry if i did anything. i’m sorry tee.

okay bestie i can’t rly tell unless u share ur url tho 😭 but honestly sometimes ppl leave comments or tags that make me feel weird / annoy me — i’m human and sometimes i block over petty reasons (i’m working on it fjsjfj) but overall i like to think i block with decent cause so unless ur ageless, you’ve probably said something to slightly (or perhaps highly) irritate me or you may have spam liked ?? idrk unless i see ur url tbh. i mean if u send me ur url i won’t post it and if i can’t recall why ur blocked i might as well unblock (as long as ur age is present)

anyway if i block u i’m not saying everyone should come swarm me with “can i ask why” bc that would be annoying but sometimes writers are human and sometimes we block for dumb reasons and if you think perhaps you haven’t rly done anything worth blocking besides maybe me taking out a bad mood on a slightly accidentally annoying thing u did, i might just unblock if ur url doesn’t ring a bell in my mind for something memorably obnoxious. especially if u think it’s bc u didn’t have an age in ur bio before—some of u don’t know to do that till after and i get that !!—im happy to unblock if you’ve since then added an age. but again this isn’t an open invitation for all blocked blogs (id assume ur lurking if ur blocked and reading this LMAO) to come ask me why or for an unblock but sometimes if u rly believe you’ve been blocked by mistake or for a petty reason i’m willing to check is all i’ll say

anyway yeah if u see this send ur url—be mindful of any comments or tags u leave, sometimes u might be unintentionally a bit rude and that could be a big reason why !! also don’t spam like i rly rly hate that

edit: i appreciate the kind comments about my writing NFJSJF i thought i’d add that in bc ofc sharing writing is the main reason im here and hearing u enjoy it and such is nice to know. thank u for reading and thinking highly of it that’s rly sweet <3

#asks!#i haven’t rly blocked anyone lately unless they’re ageless or minors recently #other than that #i think there’s been like 2 ?? ppl in the last few days and it was over slightly rude comments under the posts / tags #if you’ve left any comments / tags that u recall #it may have been over those #in that case i am willing to lyk why i didn’t appreciate them and unblock #just bc idk i think i’ve been a bit pissy the last few days LMAO

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yeojagroup · 2 years

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i had a hellish day yesterday from near beginning to end with v brief respites in between to laugh at stupid things,, but it started with someone i don't rly keep in contact with anymore messaging me a voiceclip of me as a minor saying something Completely innocuous like "[redacted], i love you!" and it. flipped me the fuck out because the day before that happened, i was talking to my friends abt sexual predators / groomers lurking around in the online communities we grew up in as unsupervised children with access to the internet... i told this person why even though im sure they meant no harm that it frightened the fuck out me and asked them to delete it + blocked them after. no correlation to what im about to vent about except the fact that i feel like i'm ........ outrunning scooby doo villains and people who dont understand boundaries

and after that i had to drag my ass to another urgent care / doc in the box place to get a steroid shot + more antibiotics because this sinus infection has been taking it's SWEET ass time to clear out and i've been getting so frustrated with myself + my body for not healing as fast as i need or want it to that i've been. very snappy and irritable as a result of the frustration, apologizing for the snappiness, as well as apologizing for not being able to keep up with housework and thanking my parents profusely for helping me certain things. anyway uh ,, i got my dad to take me to the urgent care and bc my mom didn't go with us, i told her what happened during the office visit and. the doctor listened to me breathe, asked if i was a smoker and i was like.. "no..." and then automatically filled in the blanks for me with, "but you live with ppl that do?" so i was like.

yeah ........ and was then told that can make a person more prone to sinus infections. which, like yeah, definitely but the fact that i have an autoimmune disease doesn't help. fast forward to me repeating this, because it's what i was told and im . communicating how i could get better and my mom is immediately like, "oh, so because ur brother and i smoke, that's why ur not better?" so i was immediately like. uhm. no! not what i said. but it sure is an irritant and if you want to take my words wildly out of context that's fine. it could be guilt manifesting itself v inappropriately but as soon as that happened my blood ran cold and i was like .. haha ...... oh Fuck.

like i felt like i had dug myself a hole bigger than the one i'm trying to pull myself out of because. yea ...... i don't , even have the energy to repeat myself when u cut me off much less fucking reason with you. i was told, "you aren't the only person whose sick" and was like. yes . i get that. that's why the fact that i'm not better is feeding into my stress!!! and the fact that i can't get u to do anything for me or put effort into understanding that my body functions differently than yours even tho u gave me one half of my immune system makes me feel even Sicker and even more unable to rest. it's like ... truly the most exasperating feeling when *you're* feeling this frustrated with yourself and body, u can feel ur own patience running out so the possibility of someone outside of yourself having more understanding with you or inconvenience themselves to help you just feels like. a fucking impossible feat to accomplish.

it's rly been that way since the pandemic started, just this feeling of people not willing to make what seems like a minuscule sacrifice to help increase ur quality of life. i know this will all pass but it's been 2 weeks + just me reaching my boiling point after feeling so Physically terrible, and after that convo with my mom i just cried... and i told my friend, it's not like she never acknowledges what she does or says to me isn't fucked up or never shows remorse. she does, it's just such a disproportionate response that i have No fucking idea what to do with it........ i.e "i did x so you don't have to" and i'm just like. huh... and you know instinctively know, oh, this is all i'm gonna get, so i've gotta move on.

#txt #this is probably the most vulnerable ive been in a while but #already had my psych app this month and i cannot . process this level of fuckery ..#vent /

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stargirlrchive · 1 year

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came to stalk ur account for any updates on ocean eyes and saw u were getting hate??? that anon is a loser who needs to go outside and touch some grass 😭 (also them just assuming ur white or all the readers are white just irritates me like what???) anyways!!! i’m gonna go read the newest chapter of ur AMAZING story, pls don’t let losers like that get to u, ur great 💕

thank you bby! i hope you enjoyed the new chapter <3 but yeah i’m just gonna have to start ignoring and blocking anons bc they really do snot me!

LIKE IF YOU WANT TO BE RUDE DO IT OFF ANON?? so! annoying!

#mailbox ♡‧₊˚#anon ୨୧

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veratiserum · 2 years

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(slight trigger warning? nothing explicit uh mentions of me being a bit. um. insane? and not very nice to myself) ok so i'm watching this video on why u could potentially be irritated all the time bcs for the past two months or so i've been like "oh it's just rlly, rllyy bad pms" but i just finished my period like a week ago so it makes no sense?? anyways, the guy in this video is like: u consume too much caffeine, ur burnt out, there's too much load on u, ur a perfectionist, u haven't exercised in months, ur bottling up too many negative emotions, u don't sleep enough, ur always staring at a screen and also u r not normal if u constantly feel this shit and i'm just blinking at my screen, called out, embarrassed and also,,, irritated. i mean honestly, i don't rlly know how to sort myself out. bcs of stupid fucking covid all of my exams were squashed in the time frame of october/november to may/june. i've had four sets of exams; think about it. i started prepping in september, finished my exams end october; had to complete my syllabus AND study in november, give mids in december; study, reconcile, try not to off myself; mocks in february/march and finally, my actual fucking high-school exams from the end of april to mid june. like?? when. when do i have time to be like, "hey, i should work out", any free time i have is invested in curling up into a ball in bed and blocking out the world with fucking rex orange county or watching some stupid netflix show to fill the void. i haven't met up with any of my friends in months; i went to dinner with my cousin yesterday and all i could think about is how fucked i am for my exam in 5 days. my parents and teachers and peers have this fucked up little idea of me in their heads where its like, "oh vera? she gets A*s" and i have to remind everyone that, that was me in middle school and i actually got 2 C's in my mocks bcs i'm a fucking donkey. apparently, i'm just not trying hard enough and i have no drive/desire to make something of myself. i wake up between 4-5 am to talk to my girlfriend and sleep by 11pm - 12am bcs sleeping means i have to wake up tmrrw and repeat the whole fucking process because every day is exactly the same and i'm running out of things to feel happy about. hurrah, it might rain; oh wow my desk looks so nice in the sun today; i love eating the same type of pasta for 2 weeks!! like its been over 6 months and i'm fucking sick of my life. i consume caffeine to feel okay ish for 2 hours before i crash bcs i can't stay awake anymore; i get out of bed and i want to get right back in. the other day i slammed my head across my desk bcs i couldn't memorise my flashcards and it felt like something i probably would never have ever done but hey, i couldn't open my mouth for two days without wincing and it hurt like a bitch. so. there. and all i want is for it to be june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. and i can finally. finally. finally what. what will i do when i'm finally free. i'll lie down in the pool and let the underwater charlie brown voices of my parents lull me to sleep because, hey vera, you did a good job. we're fucking proud of you. rest up because you still have college and uni and life. and life. and life. and i might sink a little and let the water fill my nose and my mouth and let it choke me and feel my hair swirl around and wrap itself around my neck and my limbs and feel myself get dragged lower and lower and i'll open my eyes and be trapped in blue, enclosing, suffocating blue forever. right, anywayss, now i'm off to finish a physics practice paper and then stare at myself in the mirror until my eyes stop blurring over. <3

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years

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I LOVE ur blog SO MUCH!!!

Thanku fr Writing amazing hcs!! Keep it up!!!

If you don't mind...

(Kuroko no baske)

Thanku so much!! Lots of love xoxo

(reader insert may not be necessary!😉)

Awwww!! Thank you!! I’m glad you enjoy and appreciate them ( ´ω` ). Went a little off the rails with this as I was feeling inspired and did full scenarios. I hope that’s ok!

GOM Boys + Sending their kids to school (prompt)

Akashi

“Why don’t you want to go to school?” Akashi asked, holding his son’s hand, as they arrived at the building.

His son, looking positively adorable in his little blazer & tie, looked up at him with big, bright, golden eyes before looking back down. “I don’t want to go.” He repeated quietly. “It’s scary.”

“Scary? How is it scary?” Akashi asked. “You were fine when we did the tour the other day. It’s just like that.”

“But you won’t be with me Papa.” He replied in a soft voice. Worrying his bottom lip and eyes starting to get very wet. “I’ll be all alone.”

Akashi sighed as his son began to sniffle and knelt down in front of him. “Stop crying. Akashi men don’t cry over things like this.” He pulled out his handkerchief to clean the few tears that had fallen. His son giving a small hiccup as he stopped crying. Then Akashi smiled at him. “You won’t be alone. You’ll have a whole room of classmates to keep you company. I was like you when I was little. I was scared I wouldn’t make any friends, or that the other students would hate me. But that didn’t happen. I made friends. I got to spend time with people outside of the house. Uncle Kuroko and Mama were all people I met at school. Don’t you want to make friends like that?”

His son beamed and nodded once before looping his arms around Akashi’s neck to hug him. They then finish walking into school and dropping him off at class. He then walked back to his car alone. Sliding into the back seat when the driver opened the door for him.

“Shall we head to the office now sir?”

“In a minute,” Akashi replied. Leaning back in his seat to rest his head back against the rich leather. A hand over his eyes. “Circle the block a few times. I don’t want to leave them alone just yet.”

Aomine

“Hn? You don’t want to go to school now?” Aomine asked as son stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Digging his heels in about not wanting to take one step further. “But you have to go to school.”

“No I don’t! And you can’t make me!” The mini-Aomine yelled back. His father sighed.

“Yes, you do. It’s the law and, I would know, I’m a cop.” He pointed his thumb to himself, wearing his uniform, as this was supposed to be a quick drop off before he went in for his shift. “Do you want me to arrest you on your first day of school?”

“You wouldn’t do that!” The little boy replied. All bravado like his father, before his shoulders sank and his bottom lip stuck out. “I don’t want to go. School is boring. And what if the kids are mean to me. I’d rather stay home with Daddy….”

Aomine sighed and rubbed the back of his head. He couldn’t really argue with the school being boring part. He hated school when he was a kid, but he had to go. “Listen, Daddy can’t stay home with you today because he has to go to work. And you can’t come to work with me because, if you do, we’ll catch all the bad guys and then what will I do for work the next day.” The mini-Aomine snickered.

Aomine then leaned down to get eye level with his son. “I’m sure the kids will be nice. There’s bound to be one good egg in the bunch. Maybe you can even find someone to play basketball with.” His son’s eyes sparkled at that. “But, if any kids are mean to you, you tell me and I’ll come back and arrest them.” He held out his handcuffs to make a point. “Sound good?”

His son giggled again and told him, “deal!” before they both walk into the school for drop off. Thankfully, no one at the school was arrested that day. School was his son’s new favorite place. At least for now anyway.

Kise

“Are you sure they have to go now? Maybe we could keep them home for another year??”

“Ryo….” His significant other warned as they got their daughter up to the school, each holding one of her hands, for drop off.

“Don’t worry Daddy! I’ll be fine!” The little girl chirped. Practically skipping the whole way there she was so excited.

“Really? Are you sure princess? Because, if you want to start school tomorrow, Daddy would be totally fine with that.”

“Ryouta!”

“No, that’s ok Daddy.” She replied with a big grin. “I want to go and make new friends! I’m excited to show everyone my new dress you got me.” His princess did a little modeling twirl they had practiced, and Kise’s heart broke into a thousand pieces only to be reformed instantly again with love. “I’m gonna go inside now. See you after school!”

“Do you want Daddy to walk you to your classroom?!”

“No!” His daughter called back. Unaware she had just stomped on her father’s newly reformed heart.

“They grow up so fast….”

“Honestly Ryouta.” His s/o said, shaking their head, as they offered him a tissue. “It’s the kids that are usually crying on the first day. Not the parents.”

Kuroko

“Sweetheart….you have to go to school.” Kuroko tried to reason with his daughter, who was holding her backpack and her breath until Kuroko ‘gave up’.

Of course, she couldn’t hold it that long in the end. Her lungs were very small.

She let out a gasp of air, quickly inhaling new breath into her lungs as fast as she could fill them, but still pouted. “Why can’t you be my teacher Papa?!”

“Because,” Kuroko reasoned, as if they haven’t been over this a hundred times, “you need to have someone else be your teacher. It’s not fair to have Papa be your teacher.”

“But it’s not fair that other kids have Papa for their teacher!” She argued back. “I don’t want to go if I can’t see Papa and have to share him….”

Kuroko sighed before offering them a smile. “We’ll still be at the same school. So I’ll see you at lunch time or on the playground. Ms. Himora is really nice too. You’ll like being in her class. I’ve told her all about you and she’s excited to see your drawings.”

His daughter perked up at that. Art and drawing being one of her passions.

She agreed to go, but only on the condition that she wanted to see this other teacher’s art supplies. Ms. Himora of course showed them to her, and let her color the whole afternoon. Kuroko tried not to seem irritated that by the end of the day his little girl was calling her her favorite teacher.

Midorima

“Do you have your notebook?” Midorima asked as he walked his son to school. “Pens? Paper? Pencil?”

“Yes Dad…” His son replied sullenly, walking beside the taller green haired man as they come up to the school. When he saw the brick building, however, he tightened the hold on his hand.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

“Dad I….I don’t want to go to school.” Midorima gave a surprised ‘hn?’ in response, but his son just looked down. Fidgeting with his glasses. “What if….what if the teacher is scary? What if the other kids don’t like me? What if no one wants to play with me?” The young boy began to spiral and sniffling, thinking about all the things that could go wrong.

His father sighed and knelt down in front of him. “What do we always say?”

“Man proposes, God disposes.”

“Right.” Midorima replied. Not seeming phased by how his life’s motto sound so much less intimidating coming from such a cute, small voice. “We have to do our best to make sure things work out. We can’t worry about what could go wrong. That’s God’s job. We focus on the now.” He pulled a key chain out of his pocket and handed it to his son. “Take today’s lucky item with you. It’ll keep you safe.”

“But Dad! What about you?!”

“I’ll be alright. You just make sure you get to class on time and have a good day.”

His son came home later that afternoon to tell him all about the amazing day he had at his new school. His teacher was nice. His classmates really liked him. They even served his favorite in the cafeteria!

Midorima was happy for his son, and choose not to tell him that he had had the day from hell without his lucky item. From that day forward they each got their own.

Murasakibara

“Eh…? You don’t want to go to school?” Murasakibara looked at his daughter as she shook her head. Scuffing her new shoes on the sidewalk. “How come? You have to give me a good reason to skip your first day.”

“I…I don’t want to go…” She replied softly. His little girl incredibly shy. “What if the other kids make fun of me?” Murasakibara hummed a little. He supposed that was a good reason.

For better or worse, his children had inherited his height. It wasn’t so bad for her older brothers. Being tall was an admirable attribute for boys. For girls though…..well….it just made his angel that much bigger of a target.

“If the kids make fun of you, tell them your dad is even taller and he’ll stick them in a tree and leave them there if they make fun of you.” The little girl giggled, clearly picturing the image, but still didn’t seem convinced to go. Murasakibara knelt down so he wasn’t towering so much over her and patted her head. “School is important. You need to go so you can be smart like you Mom. Not a dumb dumb like your Dad.” He smoothed out her hair from ruffling it. It had taken them a while to get it right, and he didn’t want to ruin it. “But, I’ll be here when you get out today and we’ll go get ice cream as a reward. Our secret.”

His daughter beamed at the promise of ice cream and nodded eagerly. She then went off to school without any complaints. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree. You could get him to do anything for ice cream too.

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savagetrickster · 4 years

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Stay with Me | BNHA

request: Hi! Can I request a scenario where Bakugou thought that reader was starting to lose interest, but in reality reader is just really busy and doesn’t realize she’s treating baku differently and Bakugou confronting her about it then it ends with some fluff fluff. 💖 p.s luv ur work

anime | character: bnha | bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 1949

themes/warnings: soft!bakugou, insecure bakugou, college AU

a/n: sorry for not posting a fic in such a long time, I’ve been SO busy. so anyway, okay I kinda went little off-track and ended up writing the way it is shown below but i hope you’ll still enjoy reading this, though i have to say I’m not really fond of how it turned out. this fic has not been beta-ed so pardon me if you find any cringey error.

The city of Musutafu moved as sluggishly as possible for a city of its size and caliber. It was one of those days when the moon was mostly hidden behind the clouds.

Kirishima let his eyes roam the street outside. The inhabitants of the boulevard were constantly on the move despite being a Saturday; it was a startling contrast to the cafe they sat in where a comfortable nonchalance clung to every aspect of the little business.

The slow, sleepy music playing from the speakers.

The casual yet practiced movements of the baristas as they prepared the orders.

The lazy, idling manners in the way the customers brought their cups to their lips. Carrying every bit of thoughtlessness and indifference in their actions.

Well, almost everyone but them.

A perplexed frown pinched between Kirishima’s brows as he turned his gaze away from the window beside them.

Bakugou Katsuki had been sulking at the window ever since he plopped into the seat across him.

He had been sitting in brooding silence for what felt like fifteen minutes and the expression on his face hadn’t changed. If there were any at all, it was only that his scowl grew bigger.

“As much as I like hanging out with you, I have to say this is getting a little…weird.”

Kirishima briefly flitted to the counter to see curious eyes on them, “My colleagues are starting to think we’re dating.”

Tonight was the fourth time Bakugou had come to find him right as he was knocking off from his part-time job this week.

“Who gives a fuck about what they think?” Bakugou muttered gruffly, finally looking away from the outside.

Kirishima had known him ever since they met in middle school to know the scowl on Bakugou’s face was…well, his default expression.

Long enough for him to tell at one glance that the scowl he’d been seeing on Bakugou’s face was different. This one seemed to come right out from the depth of his fierce vermilion eyes — Bakugou was upset.

And it was about you.

No matter how hard Bakugou tried to hide how much he was a sucker for you, Kirishima could always tell.

Even though they had matured into college students, Bakugou was still the same stubborn guy who wasn’t the most comfortable displaying his affections openly.

Mere mentions of you would soften the scowl on his face, and the rough edge in his voice. It was easy for anyone else to miss the difference but it was obvious to Kirishima.

His grumpy complaints about how clingy and touchy you are were one of their common topics in their conversations. The annoyance scowling in his eyes when he did was always subtly soft and warm.

But something changed, as Bakugou had mentioned, in the recent two weeks.

Nights in his dormitory room were spent alone. He was so used to falling asleep and waking up, to the sight of you curling up right next to him.

The last time he saw you were from afar, watching you rushing off to somewhere.

Dates with you, even as simple as a meal in the cafeteria was scarce.

Your replies to his texts were late and sometimes curt. The usual ‘good morning’ and ‘goodnight’ from you, if you didn’t spend the night with him, were no longer…usual.

Sometimes his messages to you would be left hanging for days before you replied.

The tone when Bakugou was telling him about all these strange distances between them was nonchalant, but the scowl on his face told Kirishima a different story.

Kirishima tried to think of something to say, but all he could think of in the end was the same thing he’d been saying ever since Bakugou shared this with him.

“Stop worrying man, she’s probably just busy?”

Bakugou’s face carried a carefully blanked expression as he raised his eyes to meet Kirishima’s.

“…Or maybe she’s losing interest in me.”

His arm was tucked between his pillow and his head as his other held his phone to his face. Vermilion eyes stared blankly at the quiet chatroom he shared with you, particularly fixated on your last reply to him.

Two days ago.

The gloom hung over his gaze these days were like the dreary seasons of dull, gray monsoons.

The hopeful morning sun filtering into his room through the wooden window blinds above him was a startling contrast, and so was the lively laughter ringing out from the basketball court somewhere near the dormitory blocks.

Probably some idiots shoving snow at each others’ faces, Bakugou thought seethingly as he clicked his tongue in annoyance at a particular spike of volume in the ruckus downstairs.

It was Saturday and the morning was already—

His eyes flitted to the time written in the corner of his screen.

— halfway to noon.

A quiet sigh left him.

Like on Saturdays, he should be on the way to meet you for your usual brunch. Except things weren’t quite ‘usual’ anymore.

Bakugou released another sigh as he let his phone fall away from his face along with his raised arm, landing on the bed under him with a muffled ‘plop’.

His forehead ridged with a scowl. Just how did he fuck things up?

His memories sifted through the times he called you names and how you would still smile back at him like he was your whole world as if he didn’t just call you an idiot, a nerd, or a moron.

A bitter taste of guilt entered his mouth.

Maybe he shouldn’t have assumed that you knew he was feeling affectionate when he did?

Perhaps you’ve grown sick of him? And realized that you didn’t need a shitty boyfriend who called you insulting names or would shrug off your affections as if they were annoyances.

His jaw clenched to his gritted teeth as a frustrated hiss slipped from him.

Shit, maybe he did fuck up afterall. Fucked up big time.

And he was probably going to lose you. Everything that made you…you.

The way you smiled at him with a loving, bright glint in your eyes as if he was the one who put the stars in the sky.

The sweet kisses you love to plant on his lips and forehead.

How your hand would hold onto his — small but warm with your love.

Bakugou felt his throat swell with the presence of forming tears as his heart twinged in his chest.

The idea of losing all that spurred a rush of panic in him.

Bakugou shot off his bed, put on the nearest shirt and jeans he could grab, and hurried out of his room.

The first place Bakugou thought to look for you was your dormitory but his worst fear made him hesitate at your door, with a hand hovering over its handle.

In fact, he’d thought about doing this for the past two weeks but the wisps of doubts whispering nasty things wouldn’t let him.

His jaw clenched to his gritted teeth.

What if there was someone else—

Bakugou shoved the unfinished thought aside; it was unbearable to even think about that possibility.

His scowling gaze snapped to his hesitating hand and his lips instantly curled into a sneer to a spark of irritation within.

What was with him? He was starting to remind himself of Deku, hesitating outside doors with twiddling thumbs like a wimp.

He was Bakugou Katsuki and he should be announcing his arrival by bursting through one.

Man, you thought you could finally enjoy a good night’s sleep after countless of sleepless nights.

But no…nope.

The heater just had to break down at an ungodly hour when you were still trudging through the last thesis for your project and you could find no other alternative places to work on them.

Bakugou came across your mind but again, it was crazy late or more accurately, early to budge into your boyfriend’s room.

Like every other night, you’d been tirelessly working on it so you could finally submit the project you’d been assigned since two weeks ago.

It was the infamous final year project you’ve dreaded ever since you heard about it from your senior — dubbed as ‘the project from hell’.

And indeed, it was a project from hell. It seemed to suck out your very soul. The exhaustion weighing you down like lead ran bone deep, that even lifting your head off your pillow was such a struggle.

With a broken heater sitting uselessly in your room, you’d spent the whole night wrapped in your blanket, with the lingering winter chill prickling at your skin.

So you couldn’t help sighing at the sudden warmth enveloping your body after spending the night shivering away under your blanket at the mercy of the dropping temperature.

Your arms found their way around the heat source.

You didn’t see the tender curl of his lips when you sighed blissfully and nuzzled into his chest or the softening glint in the usual fierce edge held in his vermilion eyes.

It was like nestling inside a warm cocoon that…

— awareness seeping into your groggy senses pried your eyes open.

…breathed.

What or rather who greeted you lifted you right out of your morning grogginess and struck you with an overwhelming barrage of emotions.

“…Ka-Katsuki!” You missed him so much.

Along with how the shadows and sunlight filtering in from behind you fell across and highlighted his chiseled profile, there was something about the way his intense eyes looked down at you with his head leaning against an arm.

This sight gave your heart a fluttery squeeze.

You weren’t sure why Bakugou looked so strikingly handsome like this — maybe it was because you haven’t seen him for awhile?

“When did you come in here?” Words started pouring out of your mouth.

You’ve always wanted to vent and rant about the dumb project to Bakugou so there was too much you wanted to say,

“Oh my god, you’ve no idea how much busy I was these few weeks-” but the brooding look that hadn’t left Bakugou stopped you.”…Katsuki?”

You’d never seen Bakugou look this down before, and it didn’t sit right with you.

You hesitated but asked anyway.“…What’s wrong?”

The cloud that fell over his eyes told you that something was definitely wrong.

“…I’m sorry, (Name).”

You grew concerned as you tried to understand his unreadable demeanor. “What’s this about— ”

“Are you losing interest in me?”

Your next breath was caught in your throat at his strange question and the only thing you could do was blurt out a —“What?”

You watch him exhale carefully with a bewildered look.

Bakugou didn’t even care how he looked to you now.

“Look, I know I’m a huge fuck-up as a boyfriend and you probably think I don’t care about our relationship cause I act like I don’t.”

There was so much to say, so much guilt brimming inside him.

“But shit, I do care.”

He was desperate.

He didn’t want to lose you. He couldn’t. He loved you but he was an idiot for not showing that to you.

So he needed to let you know now.

His hand on your waist pulled you up to him and his eyes were pinned on yours.

Your mouth opened, then snapped close at the silent, blazing gleam in his gaze.

Your voice had fled at the way he stared at you.

Longing and heavy with remorse.

“Stay with me,” His lips brushed lightly across yours as his voice cracked with an aching need.” …please.”

He kissed you and the world fell away.

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My wife is a really big fan of ur work, but now that ur being open on twitter about being a fucking weirdo that likes "dark fiction" and thinks that shit like that is okay to consume without having something weighing on ur morality, it's a big N. O. from me baby!! I personally think people like u should kill urselves :( but that's just an opinion of course! 💖 I think therapy is a good option too so if you don't have one go see one 💖💖💖 but if you already do please Google "how to tie a noose" and follow the instructions carefully! Then loop it around the nearest tree and jump off with the loop around ur neck! 💖 all the while think about how big of a peice of shit you are!! And also how no one loves you💖 take care💖💖😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Ps. If you wanna post this omg that would be so cute!! I would love to see more freaks like u block me💖💖💖

I am absolutely fascinated by this message. Like. What on EARTH did I post on Twitter, of all places, that inspired this? I don’t even really use Twitter. I think I’ve made like, 20 tweets.

So on a related note: genuinely the reason why I find it so easy to defend more controversial works on ao3 is that I am actually quite tame in my shipping, my writing, and my tastes in fic. I neither read nor write darkfic, rape in fiction makes me deeply uncomfortable to read, and I don’t like underage works. I stand by the notion that trying to ban works for morality reasons will generally do more harm than good, and my stance on any issue is whichever will do the least harm. I find it easy to discourse because none of it is even about me, so none of the ad hominem attacks actually land. When people are upset with me it’s usually because of my discoursing, here, on tungle.hell, not… Twitter?

(I cannot stress enough that I barely use Twitter.)

But this? This fascinates me. What, exactly, is supposed to be weighing on my morality? My Twitter is SO TAME. My Tumblr is so much more controversial than my Twitter that I actually had to go to my Twitter and look at it with fresh eyes, and I literally have no idea. Was it the pictures of my bunnies? Random fanart retweets? Tumblr user @flockofgeeps please interact. What do your elf eyes see. Why should I be killing myself?

Don’t get me wrong, I totally support and condone people reading and writing dark fiction. I just, personally, typically, don’t.

I will admit, you made my night. I saw this message and I cackled for like five minutes straight. For all the years of my discoursing I’ve never actually had someone suicide bait me. I was starting to wonder if it was me… if somehow I hadn’t earned it. Have I not irritated antis enough? But here you are, swooping in to save the day.

Suicide baiting is bad, obviously, and I find it absolutely fascinating that people like you try to convince people to kill themselves over literally nothing and justify it to yourselves, but you do know that you’ve been sucked into a hate group, right? That shit rots your brain. Best case scenario you grow and change and look back on these years with shame; worst case scenario you get addicted to the high of hating strangers and wishing violence on others and end up joining a genuine hate group. I hope you belong to the former, but I fear that too many of your peers will end up in the latter.

Anyway, I just don’t care to give this any more of my time, but please do follow up with what, exactly, inspired this message. I’m morbidly curious.

#the discourse #tw suicide baiting

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hi!! i love ur writing! could i please request a cedric x reader with prompt 1 from list 3. maybe the reader and cedric get in a really angsty fight and the reader goes to a party that night and gets drunk for the first time and cedric takes care of her and they make up 🥺

in my head |c.d.|

pairing: cedric diggory x reader

summary: you get into a fight with cedric after he prevents you from getting over your crush on him

prompt: “how much did you drink?”

warnings: heavy drinking, swearing

guide: (Y/N) = your name

word count: 2027

a/n: I really really love these types of prompts!! thank you for requesting hope you like it :)

“He’s not so bad,” you said, nodding your head towards a shy Ravenclaw chatting with his friends at the back of the party. Cedric shrugged with irritation.

“There’s a lot of other guys here to get your mind off that bloke you fancy,” Cedric shot back. “If you told me who he is then I could talk to him. Maybe he fancies you, who knows.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. There’s no way he’d fancy me back.”

And you were right, because that guy you fancied? It was Cedric. That oblivious Hufflepuff to your right who suggested finding a guy to get your mind off of your crush had no clue that you were talking about him.

“What’s not to like about you?”

Merlin, did that boy know how to make you melt on purpose or was he just so incredibly kind? The way he studied you with blatant confusion like he didn’t actually understand why your crush wouldn’t like you back had you weak in the knees.

“I don’t know, Ced...hey! Maybe I should talk to the twins? Fred is quite handsome,” you deflected. You met Fred’s eyes across the room, giving him a small finger wave. Suddenly, Cedric jumped in front of you.

“N-no!” he stammered out. You quirked a brow at him.

“No?” you repeated. “No, what?”

“Just...no! Not him!”

Couldn’t he let you have anything? First, you had to spend nearly every day with him and pretend like you weren’t absolutely smitten and second, he had been the one to suggest you should talk to guys anyway.

“What’s your deal?” you bickered, your voice raising in volume. “You haven’t let me talk to a single guy all night! This was your stupid plan!”

“You’re looking at the wrong guys, (Y/N)!” Cedric retorted. He was quieter than you but you could still hear the anger in his voice.

“The wrong guys? The wrong guys?! You know what? Fuck this and fuck you, mate! I should’ve never fallen for you of all people!”

Your body went rigid. The words hadn’t meant to come out but they did. Nearly everyone at the party had their eyes glued to you two but your eyes were solely on Cedric. He let out a few heavy breaths before looking away from you.

“What?” he asked softly.

You couldn’t be there. Not with everybody looking at you. Not with everybody knowing everything. You shook your head as you backed out towards the entrance, not bothering to look at anyone on your way out. You tuned out Cedric’s cries as you ran to your common room, hot tears stinging your eyes.

As you ran into the common room however, there was a small gathering of your housemates throwing back drinks. It reminded you of the party that you had publicly stormed out of and then the memory that you so desperately tried to block out came rushing back. You thought you were going to be sick, it was all too much. But no, you couldn’t think about it. And the best way to forget something is to drink, in your opinion. So, bottoms up.

The small gathering soon turned into a rager. Most people followed after you not so stealthily to see exactly what was going on, others were simply uncomfortable with the atmosphere that was created at the other party. Plastic cups were strewn across the room, music pounding, and drunk Hogwarts students talking much too loudly for your liking.

After Merlin knows how many drinks later, you heard a distant call of your name. You shook your head, confirming you just imagined it. But then it happened again. A pit grew in your stomach as you saw who it was. Wait, no, you were going to throw up.

“(Y/N)!” Cedric called out. He weaved through the throng of wasted students and found you nearly doubled over on the couch. “Shit, (Y/N), come with me.” Cedric tried to help you off the couch but you planted your feet firmly to the ground, shaking your head adamantly.

“No,” you burped out. You slapped your hand over your mouth in a flash, feeling vomit rising up your throat.

Cedric gave you a stern look which caused you to feel even sicker. He groaned at your insolence before tugging you off the couch and dragging you out of the party. You flailed against him as much as you could without upsetting your stomach further. You could feel the cold sweat coming on and you were sure you weren’t going to make it to the bathroom. Fortunately, Cedric was a prefect and there were perks that came with that. Cedric opened the secret entrance to the prefect’s bathroom and rushed you in. You stationed yourself in front of the closest toilet you could find, emptying the contents of your stomach instantly.

“How much did you drink?” he sighed as he snaked his hand into your hair, wrapping it loosely around his fist. You respond with more heaving sounds. “Right,” he muttered.

It was almost impressive how much you threw up. You were there for a good few minutes before your head lulled back and you had to look at Cedric’s sad, blue eyes. The sight of his devastation was almost enough to make you sick again. You weren’t totally sober yet, but it was an improvement― a slight improvement.

“Don’t do that,” you groaned. Cedric furrowed his brow.

“Do what?”

“Don’t give me that look like you’re disappointed in me.”

Something about your words hurt Cedric. He shifted uncomfortably in his position before standing up. He hesitantly held a hand out for you which you shook your head at. Cedric fought back an eye roll as he snatched you off the ground, ignoring your protests.

“You’re so bloody stubborn, you know that?” he grumbled while he escorted you out of the bathroom.

“Maybe you’re just…” you slurred, giggling at the joke you thought you just made. “That was a good one, wasn’t it.”

“Mm,” hummed Cedric in response, “hilarious.”

Cedric walked into the Hufflepuff common room with you, blatantly ignoring the disgusted stares that you two got. He helped you up the stairs to his dorm which you believed were the stairs to your dorm. So, when you arrived in his room, you were quite surprised.

“We’re not even in the same house!” you cried. “When did we get here?”

Okay, that got to him. He let out a small chuckle as he guided you onto his bed. You laid down, snuggling up in his sheets; they smelled just like him, it was intoxicating. Cedric disappeared from his dorm and returned a minute later with a wet cloth, water, and some crackers.

“Here,” he offered, placing the food and drink on the bedside table. He then placed the wet cloth on your forehead, studying you with some sort of hidden something that you couldn’t quite place.

“I’m not a toddler,” you whined.

“Prove that to me, then.” Cedric nodded towards the items beside you. You sat up, glaring at him one more time, then ate a few crackers.

“I hate that I find you attractive.” At your words, Cedric caved in on himself. He looked anxious, almost like he wanted to tell you something but couldn’t get it out so you continued. “What? You already know. Might as well air it all out.”

“(Y/N), you don’t have to do this-”

“No, but I will. You irritate me but I can’t get you out of my head. You suggested that I shag some bloke at the party and then-”

“That’s not what I said-” he gasped.

“Is too! That’s exactly what you said!”

“It absolutely is not!”

“Fine!” you shouted, ignoring the thundering in your head. “Please, do tell. What did you say?”

“I said find another guy to help you get over that ‘one-sided crush’ you wouldn’t stop talking about! I never said a bloody thing about the party!”

The combination of his yelling and your recently refilled stomach had you ready to vomit again. Your eyes went wide as you pointed aggressively at a waste bin at the back of the room. Cedric raised his eyebrows at you before dashing over towards it, handing it to you just in time.

After you had gotten all the contents out of your stomach, you began to get tired. You wanted to argue with Cedric, you truly did, but there was no use. You couldn’t keep your eyes open.

“Look, take my bed tonight. I’m sure the other guys have found...afterparty activities that they’d like to attend and won’t be coming back until morning,” Cedric suggested as he helped you drink some water. You tried to protest, but your eyes began to fall shut. The last thing you remembered before falling asleep was Cedric gently tucking you in.

You woke up with a terrible, pounding headache. Your sleep obscured your vision and you rubbed your eyes, examining the emptied bedroom. Well, nearly empty. Cedric was sprawled on a bed across the room from you.

Merlin, last night could not have happened.

It all came rushing back to you. Storming out of the party, getting wasted, finally admitting how much you liked that sweet, kind, blond Hufflepuff who only considered you as a friend.

Lovely.

Cedric stirred at your groaning. He propped himself up on his elbows to get a good look at you. He was even handsome when he just woke up! What kind of glamour charm had he had installed in his genetics? You were sure you looked something close to a mountain troll, making you want to hide your face from him.

“Hey,” he began. His voice was raspy, making you shiver. “How are you feeling?”

“Sober,” you admitted. You rubbed your aching temples, not noticing how Cedric got up from his bed and positioned himself behind you, taking over in your massage. His fingers were like little jolts of electricity through you, instantly soothing your pain. You relaxed into his chest before going rigid; last night was real, wasn’t it?

“Remind me never to drink again,” you said to break the tension.

“Duly noted,” he replied with a chuckle. “Can I tell you something, love?”

Your heart hammered in your chest. “Y-yes.”

“No need to be nervous, it’s not-”

“Just spit it out, please!” you begged. You winced at your loud tone, clenching your eyes shut. “I know it’s about what I said last night. I remember...sort of. All I know is that I told you I fancied you and you couldn’t say it back-”

“That’s not true.” His voice was calm and even, making you reassess if your memory was accurate at all. “It’s not that I couldn’t say it back, I just didn’t.”

You felt fireworks go off in your chest. You quickly caught yourself, reprimanding yourself for assuming that he liked you at all.

“W-what are you saying, Cedric?”

“I didn’t want to tell you that I fancied you while you were drunk.”

It happened. He said it. He felt it too. You wanted to hug him, hold him, kiss him, but you couldn’t. You had to ask him something first.

“Why did you suggest I see someone else then?”

Cedric’s hands made their way down from your temples to your waist, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder. “I didn’t know I was the one you fancied so, more or less, I was suggesting you shag me to get over whatever git didn’t like you back.”

Your stomach erupted into butterflies. What was he implying? “Why didn’t you say that last night?”

“I didn’t want to make a move when you weren’t right in the head.”

Cedric slowly spun you around. You were millimeters from his face. His eyes were solely locked on your lips and you didn’t mind. He leaned in and gently moved his lips against yours. It was hypnotic, it felt so good. When he pulled away, you were breathing heavy. It wasn’t an intense kiss but the passion took your breath away.

“Don’t worry,” you said. “I won’t be forgetting that any time soon.”

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