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dopaminergicaddictions · 9 months ago

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I wish you hadnt blocked me. I wish you'd readd me and talk to me. I'd do anything just to talk to you.

I know I'm crazy. I have good intentions though. I can't make you talk to me. I can't make you want to know me. I only hope you still do. All I know is I'm sorry.

I should have moved on. Your Instagram was a ray of sunshine shine in my life. It gave me hope and kept me alive.

It also confused me and lead me on but nonetheless every post you made made me smile. I used to have them saved on my phone and they actually kept me alive. I have them saved on Dropbox now cause they make me sad cause I feel delusional thinking you were posting about me. All I know is everytime you posted it made my day to see through your eyes.

I don't want to know you in that capacity therapist and client but I don't think you'll ever give me the option to know me personally.

I only hope one day I'll hear from you. I'm going to keep writing. This is my dairy.

You've made it into my dairy thats for sure. I'll never harm you. I'll always love you and care about you.

You probably read some of this and cut me off cause in crazy. Just know I'd never hurt you. I only want you to be happy. I just want to talk to you but I want you to want to talk to me.

I tried to readd you awhile back but you never accepted. I don't think you will but you have to know my intentions are good

One thing I hope you remember about me is I'm a good person. I'd never force someone to talk to me. I wish I could make you want to talk to me but I can't do it.

I hope you don't think psychosis made me into a lunatic. I hope you still see me as the same guy.

I hope you remember my eyes. I know i remember yours. I don't want to lose you but I already did. I urge you not to come to my tumblr if you don't want to read my writing about you.

This is where I get my feelings out. This is where I make myself feel better.

I can't say I'd add much to your life. I love myself. I'm a good person and I'd be there for you for anything and everything but- I'm useless otherwise. Broke. A loser. A nothing. And I'm crazy.

I'm not dangerous crazy. I'm just so sick life isn't worth living.

If you ever messaged me it would light up my life. That's the sad thing. Your email won't but I'll take it. I might not even ask your boss. Cause then I feel like I'll be forcing you to talk to me. I can only meet at 430 anyways.

I don't think you want to know me in any capacity. The sad thing is, how can I blame you. I don't have anything to offer but love and a genuine friendship.

It's not much. Not matter what Elise, I want you to be happy. I truly mean that. I would have felt honor to have dinner with you and your whole family brendan included. I feel I have to add that bc I can't hide my feelings.

Something that kills me is I waited a year bc I thought I'd hear from you. I didn't talk to other women. I really thought you were my soulmate.

I guess you're not but I'm glad you find your soulmate and you're happy. I can only hope I can be your soul friend.

My time is limited with this auditory hallucination.

I'd really like to reconnect. I can't make you.

More than anything as selfish as I am- your happiness means more to me than closure. .

If you're still reading I ask of you to do what's best for you. Be happy. You don't have to read. You don't have to care. You don't have to check in on me.

I'm not worth it. But you and your beautiful family is. You're lucky. I wish I could have enjoyed dinner with you guys. I wish I could play minecraft with your daughter. I wish I could be apart of things but I can't make you want that.

All I can say is I'd never throw you under thr bus. That's the thing.

Sometimes I think what if she's trying to getting her own practice and then talk to me after when she doesn't have someone to report to..

The problem is my brain wants to believe you love and care about me so badly it'll say anything.

This is what I believe:

1) you were never here until maybe after you blocked me on Instagram

2) you may hate me or maybe you care and can't talk to me

3) maybe you are waiting to get enough clients for your own practice but idk.... that's stupid of me to assume if you did it it would be to expedite us talking.

4) I don't believe you'll read anymore. I'm writing thinking MAYBE :) as a stupid hopeful person. But I don't expect you will.

5) maybe just maybe you did have feelings for me and you lost them. I don't think you do anymore.

Just live your life and be happy. That'll make me happy. I really wish i could have been the cool guy who came over and hung out with your girls. Gamed with you and your husband.

It's okay that I can't be that guy.

I know I'm a lunatic now. I'm a good guy though elise. My intentions are good.

I only hope you remember my eyes.

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sexiestpodcastcharacter · 1 year ago

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how would you like character descriptions submitted? I tried doing one while excited, and you didn't like it. I think you took my tone as criticism, but it was very much in good cheer. tbh I'm nervous to do it now bc I don't understand how you want it

Oh nooo, I'm so sorry Anon. I don't know which post you're referring to, but I've been having a lot of fun! I don't mean to come off rude or defensive, but I know I sometimes do.

If you're submitting descriptions for a character currently in the brackets, you can send an ask and I'll publish it like this and then add it in with all the other propaganda the next round (assuming said character makes it there). (If you want the propaganda to be held back until the next round for some reason, just mention it in the ask!)

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Usually I leave people's replies and tags alone but if I screencapped them and posted them here or on my personal blog it's that I think they're really funny and deserved to be seen by more people.

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soft-boi-eli · 3 years ago

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okay I literally just made this acc bc there's no anon requests and I have an idea that I asked someone else but they turned it down and I'm lowkey embarrassed that they denied my request. I PINKY PROMISE ITS NOT BAD, HERE ME OUT

do you think you can write a lil bit about schlatt ending up having to "babysit" the reader (even though she's dead ass 18 lmaoo) because her parents are strict and don't trust her and they think Schlatt is a good influence because his parents are "🇺🇲🍟🐟🐷" but he's genuinely nice and respectful of other peoples views and opinions (unlike his other family). Basically Schlatt was like "aww hell yeah we're gonna play video games until 4am and watch action movies and be homies there's no parents stopping us" but the reader gets her period and she's just like laying around in misery and schlatt literally doesn't know what to do (bc yk periods are supposed to be a secret shhh) so he looks up what to do when girls get their period so while she's sleeping he just goes out and buys a bunch of stuff for her and its just fluffy (DONT FORGET PLATONIC) and the reader wakes up to all this stuff and its just 🥰 anyways she ends up falling asleep while watching Schlatt play COD.

(the reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns)

This is amazing. I have one other request but I am going to hop right on this one. Also sorry about the anon thing. I'm still newish to tumblr and I have no clue on how to turn it on. I've been trying to but i seriously cant find it. 😭

If this takes a bit I do apologize sincerely.

Pronouns:she/her

Warnings:periods cursing, strict parents.

Schaltt with an AFAB bff reader that he 'babysits'

Your parents. Thay dont know when to let you go.

Teaching you everything about females are supposed to be like this or that. Periods arent supposed to be talked about. They were the strict, bible Americans.

The best way to put it. Periods meant sin. And you were supposed to hide it. You were 18 in their eyes you're still a child. A child that worked 2 jobs just to hopefully live away from them.

But there was that rare day where you had it off from both jobs and could just relax.

That was until you heard there was someone coming to babysit you. You're a perfectly capable 18 year old. Not a toddler.

Yet your parents didn't trust you. You have a bed time of 10pm. And they got a baby sitter just for that.

He was there on time. And he looked you up and down in confusion. "This is who I'm babysitting right?" He looked the same age as you. "Alright. There will be no problem. They'll be in bed by 10pm. They'll have dinner at 6PM. And shower at 8pm." Your parents nodded in agreement and he watched them walk off. Shutting the door he looked at you. "Yeah. No. You are a grown woman and I'm not going to force you to do that. Also you're not paying me. You like call of duty? Action movies?" Perking up you nodded. "Yeah!"

He smirked. "Yeah. You up for a long night of movies and games?"

That day bloomed a friendship. The fourth time he came over you two were like best friends.

But the fifth time you seemed like you were dying. Laying around. Not wanting to play games. Not wanting to watch movies.

He was so concerned about you. Like deadass he thought you were dead his parents never saw the importantace of him learning what a period.

When you said the word period he was confused he searched it up and felt dread. You went through what every momth?! You can have so many symptoms yet nothing to help it?! What the fuck!

"Bro you want anything? Need anything?" You looked at him. He looked so concerned for you. "Heating pack. Dark chocolate. Please." He was quick to nod and start the heating pack.

Looking around the kitchen he couldnt find any dark chocolate and there was a store across the street. "You want strawberry ice cream and dark chocolate?"

The quite yeah was heard and he was off and back the heating pack fully heated and the ice cream that perfect texture. And a huge ass bar of dark chocolate. Along with a huge gallon of three flavored ice cream.

You know the neapolitan shit. You were so confused.

"Movie marathon or watching me play COD?" you thought for a sec. "COD." he nodded and sat next to you.

As you ate the sweet strawberry cream with frozen strawberries. Turns out he was preparing for when you finished you ice cream with the gallon.

When he saw you pint empty and you getting slightly sad he paused the game. In the middle of the campaign. And got you a huge ass bowl of the three ice creams.

You had never seemed so happy. Half way through the bowl you rested your head on his lap. You just wanted to sleep now and that's what you did.

You didnt know that schaltt left once more. Buying popcorn, your favorite candy, he felt embarrassed about this but he took a picture of the pads you use, like brand, size and everything. Got you quiet a few packs of them to be safe. Chips, chicken nuggets, even stuff to make your favorite meal by scratch. Stumbling into the stuffed animal aisle he scarned the shelves.

Finding a huge one with a zipper in it you had mentioned your parents have been trying to take your money and you could technically hide it in there.

Checking out the cashier gave him a weird look. But he didnt give two shits, he literally carried it back to your place. No car to help. He took that mile long walk with the bags and got back right before you woke up. Pads in the bathroom everything set up so it was easy access. And the stuffed snorlax was huge.

Like a fuckin bed huge.

He didnt wake you. Just started up his game again.

When you did wake up you were covered in a blanket, snacks set out in a nice array of candy to chips.

Four drinks. Two waters and one coke with the other being your favorite kind of soda.

Then the heavenly scent that came from the kitchen. And before you could even get up to see what it was schaltt came out two (bowls/plates) of your favourite food.

"You didnt have to do this." He shook his head. "I wanted to. You're in pain and all that shit. You need to relax, keep hydrated, stay warm. All of it. And I might as well take care of my best friend."

I have finished. I do apologize if this isnt fully what you wanted!! And the other person was quite mean. I dont reject unless I fully explain it and tell them gently.

But I hope this is good. I have been quite busy as of late due to it being the first and all.

But yeah. Nearly died today and all. Roller coasters, indeed fun, but sometimes unsafe.

It's all good though had lots of fun at a fair, keeping safe with covid and all, I even got a shiny rock I am very happy.

Anyways have a good day!!

#jschlatt x reader #mcyt fluff #schlatt x reader #mcyt schlatt #mcyt #mcyt headcanons #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt platonic #mcyt x y/n

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pretty-amorphous-blob · 3 years ago

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Hallucinations

Ranboo x reader platonic

Reader has horrible insomnia, ranboo has terrible anxiety, sorta hurt/comfort?

Tw: hallucinations, food avoidance, mental break, severe facial dysmorphia, generally terrible anxiety

Insomnia was slowly killing you, the burning behind your eyes breaking down the sanity you held so close. Scrolling through TikTok, Tumblr and YouTube until 4 am couldn't be healthy. Then again, neither is staring at your ceiling for 6 hours straight, chasing the dull throb of sleep.

You always felt tired, that was never the issue, the issue was the absolute refusal to sleep by your restless mind. Thought after thought, worry after worry would just tear through your head like a hurricane.

Sometimes it resulted in hallucinations, voices and shadows creeping around you like parasitic nightmares. Sometimes paranoia followed them, and you obsessively locked doors, and shut your curtains in daytime, while waiting for monsters to get you

Lovely times, honestly.

Your roommate had similar issues with anxiety. His came in the form of dysmorphia. Anxiety about his job and what it required of him ate him alive like maggots. You both knew it too. You'd find him not eating for hours, hiding behind a mask, and experiencing similar paranoia to yours. He sometimes would avoid mirrors for days.

You both came up with a system, to tell the severity of each other's anxiety or sleep deprivation. It ranged the rainbow, purple being good and red being close to "freaking the hell out man" as you once put it while standing in a chair swinging a boom whacker around at nothing

At the current moment, you were at a solid yellow, headed orange. You weren't panicking yet, but those shadows looked awful familiar.

You dragged yourself out of the accursed bed, and you stumbled to the kitchen, maybe for some Niquil or Advil pm. Anything for some sweet, sweet sleep.

As you tear apart the kitchen like a ravenous animal searching for food, you hear a small huff from the hallway. Ranboo.

"I'm so sorry dude, I'm like yellow headed to orange and I need sleep as soon as possible or I'm gonna start seeing shit again" you rambled out quickly looking at the figure apologetically

"It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway, also Advil pm is below the baking stuff," you looked at him questioningly, "don't ask me why, I dunno." He mumbled out rubbing his head.

"Great." You yanked out almost all the baking stuff and found the Advil, pumping your first in triumph "FINALLY, some sleep"

Ranboo walked over to you and put his head on your shoulder, bending some to accommodate.

"Can we watch something and maybe eat some food?"

"Boo, it is 4 am"

He shoots a glare at you from your shoulder "you know full well neither of us are sleeping tonight, so watch a show with me, okay idiot?"

You surrender, making pizza rolls and watching Avatar. Eventually your head winds up on his shoulder, and somehow you doze off, sleep overtaking you.

Ranboo would never tell you but he took the utmost care to be quiet when he streamed the next day so you could sleep.

#insomnia #ranboo x reader platonic #this definitely isn't a projection fic hahahaaaa #guys im okay i swear #but yall this is kinda fun #just writing #ranboo isnt okay #ranboo x reader #genderman needs a hug

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ha-hatdog · 4 years ago

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little one / daisuke kambe

i definitely did not swoon while writing this. again, i did not know if you wanted hcs or one shot but i'll go with one shot. this is a good time to post this since the latest episode showed pics of smol daisuke omg. also, the name of your son is kakeru - yes, as in kakeru from run with the wind lmao

and to those who are saying i should add read more to my long fics, i really want to but i don't have a laptop or computer. i write everything on my phone, on the tumblr app. so if you know how to add read more in posts using the app, then please do dm me. thank chu💛

requested by anon: one where daisuke and reader have a two year old son together? lots of fluff

UNEDITED

Your palm concealed your amused lips, a snort emanating from your wrinkled nose as you took in the sight before you.

Kambe Daisuke was a man of little words and little expressions, and even now, after being married to you for four years and having a son who was now at the age of two, that has not changed. He was still the stoic and cool detective millionaire you have met many years ago - which is exactly what makes the unfolding scene before you much more hilarious.

Monotonous Daisuke, the same man you had seen take down criminals twice his size, was haphazardly sprawled on your carpeted ground, arms and legs outstretched, cheek pressed flat against the material of the carpet as a smaller and cuter carbon copy of him perched comfortably on his back, oblivious to the position he had set his father on, doing nothing but lie down on his father's back and sleep soundly, eyes closed, snoring and wearing such an adorable sleeping face that it was difficult not to coo.

The sight alone was already adorably hilarious, but seeing the genuine distress on Daisuke's face had you doubling over, your palm muffling your laughter.

"Look at you," You whispered at him by the doorframe, your knees bent and your other hand sliding along the frame of the door. "You look so dumb, Daisuke."

"I'm happy at least you find this amusing, but I do not." Your husband responded back in an ired puff, azure eyes glaring at you from the floor. It took all of you not to swoon.

"Don't look at me like that, my love. I can't take you seriously when our son is using you as a mattress." Daisuke's glare intensified, but as your previous statement suggested, all purpose of threat was dulled by the position he was in. "How did you even get yourself in this situation?"

"I find it unnecessary to tell you." Answered Daisuke, and from how his cheeks tinged red, you could only assume it was something embarassing. "Will you help me, love? Take Kakeru off of my back."

You shifted your gaze back to your slumbering son, and a fond smile sprouted on your brims.

Sometimes you wonder how you were even able to make this precious, big eyed, nuzzling baby. He was an exact copy of Daisuke, not a single hint of your genes. Blank face, quiet, raven hair, blue eyes, the little shine in his eyes whenever he saw you - it was like seeing Daisuke when he was a child, and it was because of this fact that you were at least feeling a little bit alright with your son having no semblance with you.

"Kakeru," You whispered to your son as you stepped closer to your best boys with quiet footfalls, and he scrunched his face ay the brief interruption of your cooing voice. You stopped yourself from squishing his cute little face, and knelt down beside them. "Kake -"

Your sentence was cut off when you felt a hand under your knee. Immediately, Daisuke retracted his hand away, hurling your way a soft glare. "Watch where your knee is going."

You chuckled at his dilemma and reached down to stroke his head. "Mattresses don't talk, Daisuke."

"Normal people don't talk to mattresses." Countered Daisuke, huffing and averting his gaze away from you. You stifled your laughter as his pout grew more prominent. It might be very obvious already with how Daisuke has everything handed over to him with a single breath, but your husband absolutely hated losing in any forms ; even in your daily banter, he must always have the last word. People often mistakenly thought that you, being his darling wife that he had persistently courted for a whole year, would be exempted to this childish pettiness you consistently deny her allegations, firmly believing you were receiving the worse end of it. This man cannot forget the times you have successfully reigned victory over his own game, months or weeks, it never failed to be permanently ingrained in his mind ; and this resulted to puzzling moments which goes by a chronological sequence - a relatively normal day, an opportunity to divulge the opening you have unknowingly presented before his feet, and then comes his last word, to which he will remind you as your confused face stared back at him when his out of the blue statement has originally birthed from.

However, there was only one person who could defeat him at that, would never let him get the last word and that is your son Kakeru. As you stared at his sleeping face, you cannot help but smile as you reminiscent that particular day.

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Haru Kato has been invited to your house to meet Kambe Kakeru. Daisuke has been mildly cross with Haru meeting his son because he was petty and said that Kakeru needed no other man than him but seeing that Daisuke has become good friends with Haru in the two years they were partners, you insisted that he meets him. It was already unfair that Haru had to wait until Kakeru was two to meet him, the first and last time he saw him being after you had given birth (Daisuke only let him have a glimpse then pushed him out of the hospital room because he doesn't want Kakeru thinking he was his father).

"Kakeru," You chided as you crouched beside your son who was hiding behind Daisuke's legs and peering at the gray haired male, eyes curious yet cautious. "Don't you want to meet Uncle Haru?"

Haru stepped closer to the three of you, bent down near Kakeru's height, and outstretched his hand for him to shake. "Hey there, Kakeru." Haru greeted with a smile.

Kakeru recoiled and hid himself further behind Daisuke, hands around his pants tightening. "Daddy," He whimpered. "Bad man."

Haru's face fell at the enunciation, and you covered your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. Daisuke stared blankly at Haru as his hand travelled behind his back to stroke Kakeru's head. "You heard my son. Get out of here, bad man." Daisuke uttered his command.

A tick mark appeared on Haru's forehead at Daisuke's vocalization and before things could escalate out of the power of your responsibility, you interjected, regaiming your proper posture and clasping your hands together. "Kakeru is just wary of Haru because this is the first time he's seeing him, no need to fight." You told them off.

"No, Haru is just naturally scary." Daisuke stated with bantering finality.

"This is coming from a man who barely smiles." Argued Haru, scowling.

"And this is coming from someone who seems to be making a living screaming at me." Countered Daisuke.

Kakeru's eyes widened at what his father had said and shot Haru a small glare, yet his stance never wavered from its hiding place. "He screams at daddy . . . " Murmured Kakeru in a thoughtful trance, and pointed at Haru, shocking all three of you. "D-Don't scream at daddy again!"

Alarm made its way to Haru's facr at the accusation. "No, I have not once yelled at your dad - "

Daisuke turned around and knelt in front of Kakeru. Daisuke stared into his son's eyes and Kakeru stared back. "Don't listen to him, Kakeru. You should never listen to him, never ever. He makes daddy get all angry when we're doing police missions together."

"O-Oi," Haru inserted, fuming. "You're the one who always makes me mad! Don't turn the child on me!"

But Kakeru was not listening to Haru, as his beloved father has told him. Kakeru nodded firmly, lips curling. "Yes, daddy." He vouched in determination.

"Daisuke, stop it." You chastised, sighing and turned to the other detective that was not using your son to his advantage. "Sorry about this, Haru. Kakeru really looks up to Daisuke so he does anything he tells him to."

Kakeru, all of a sudden, began trotting away from the three of you, leaving all of you confused. After a few minutes, Kakeru returned, a determined look on his face.

"Kakeru, sweetheart, where did you go?" You asked as you approached him. "It's rude to leave our guest hanging, you know."

"Fight bad man," You and Haru gasped in horror when your son suddenly brandished a gun to Haru, not just a toy, but a real one. His tiny hands trembled as he was not used to the weight of the metal weapon burdening his grasp, and he was still glaring at Haru. "I pew pew bad guy, mommy, like daddy do with bad guys!"

"Kakeru, where did you get that gun?" You questioned, alarmed and and genuinely frightened. You looked to your husband to assess his reaction, but much to your mortification, Daisuke looked calm as he always is, as if your son wasn't capable of hurting a person as of the moment. "Daisuke, what the hell?"

You let out a yelp when Kakeru turned to you, and in the process, turned the gun to you. "Bad word, Mommy." He scolded. "I don't like."

Daisuke drawled. "It's not a big deal."

Haru growled. "Your son has a weapon! How are you not freaking out?" He then turned to Kakeru and extended his hand. "Give me the gun, Kakeru. Give it."

But Kakeru shook his head defiantly. "No!"

Daisuke frowned at his wife and his partner. "Why are you making a big fuss about this?" He questioned. "It's unloaded and the safety is on."

At the mention of those, you and Haru felt a brief sense of relief until Haru spoke out, "Just because it's unloaded doesn't mean it's okay!"

"It's basically a toy." Retorted Daisuke.

You walked towards your husband and pulled at his ear. His face did not at all change, seemingly expecting this reaction from you. "Daisuke, where did he even get the gun? Has one of yours been just lying around his reach?" This concerned you. If your son was able to get a weapon easily, what more is your husband letting him get?

"I gave him one." Answered Daisuke.

"And why would you give our two year old a gun?" You snapped at him.

"Kakeru said he wanted to hold a gun. Just like you, I said no." Daisuke glanced over at Kakery who was watching the three of you curiously. "However - " He turned back to you, and looked away. " - he's too adorable, as you might say."

You and Haru, in unison, slapped your hands to your forehead, exasperated with Daisuke's response.

"Kakeru probably looked sad when Daisuke said no." Haru remarked. "I can't blame him to be honest."

"He's spoiling him in ways too many." You added, and removed your hand from your forehead. "Daisuke, I know you love our son and pampering him but he can't just have a gun."

"Why, mommy?" You all looked at Kakeru, and immediately understood why Daisuke was forced to give him an unloaded gun. "Not love me?"

"A-Ah," You shrieked, horrified. "The secret move!"

Haru gulps. "This boy knows a little too much about his abilities."

"Even if it doesn't have any bullets?" Daisuked asked you.

You hurtled him a glower. "Even if it doesn't have any bullets and yes, even if it has the safety lock on." You immediately added when you saw Daisuke open his mouth.

Said man huffed. "Fine. If I knew you were going to react like this, I wouldn't have done it."

You and Haru watched as Daisuke knelt down in front of your son. Kakeru stared at his father, eyes wide and admiring. Daisuke lets out a sigh and extended his palm, "Give."

Kakeru shook his head vigorously, and his face scrunched as if he was going to cry but was trying to suppress it. "Daddy no love me too?"

You waited for what Daisuke would do, but he did not move. More seconds has passed, and he was yet to move. You and Haru exchanged glances before you moved over to him, checking him out. "Daisuke, love, what - Daisuke?"

A torn man was what Daisuke coukd be called at that moment. His face was deadpanned, but being with him longer than anyone else, you were able to pick up the small difference his expression held right now.

"U-Uh, Daisuke, are you okay?" You questioned in a form of a titter, eyebrows connected. "Daisuke?"

Haru walked over to Daisuke and leaned to look at him. "A-Ah, he looks like he's suffering."

"No, no," Denied Daisuke, frown deepening as he tried not to fall for his son's adorable trap. "Daddy loves you. But mommy and I agreed that you can't have that kind of toy, Kakeru."

"But," You all drew in a breath Kakeru hugged the gun to his chest, tears prodding the corners of his eyes. "My favorite toy is this."

"But why that, baby?" You asked softly. "You have so many other toys. Why that one?" You recalled the heaping amount of toys Daisuke bought for Kakeru.

Kakeru pouted, cheeks puffing. You couldn't help but imagine little Daisuke like that. "Because Daddy gave me this." Said Kakeru. "I want to be police, like daddy."

Daisuke turned to you, the internal struggle in his eyes prominent but you shook your head at him. Your husband sighed and looked at Kakeru again. He put his hand on top his head and ruffled his hair. Kakeru closed his eyes at the affection, welcoming it and his rigid frame loosening. Kakeru opened his eyes and let out a small noise of surprise as Daisuke wiped a stray tear from his cheek.

From what you can deduce, you knew Daisuke was about to say something brilliant to your son, to teach him something valuable. But before Daisuke could even open his mouth, Haru cut him off -

"A gun doesn't make a cop, Kakeru. It's the sense of justice to do the right thing and keeping people safe does." Haru then proceeded to take out his badge and handing it to Kakeru with a large smile on his face. "You can borrow this for a while, while I'm still here. As much as I want to give it to you, I need it to do my job as a cop. But maybe in the future, you can get one of your own. You'll be just like your dad."

You were impressed by what Haru had said, but Kakeru - his eyes were wide and glittering with admiration as he stared at Haru, all fear of the bad man gone. You swear that there was light all around Haru if you're ever seeing through Kakeru's eyes. But one member of the group disliked this mild change, and it was your irritated and pouting husband.

You covered your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. Daisuke was obviously feeling jealous of Haru now that his son was ignoring him - the emotion only worsening when Kakeru took the badge from Haru and dropped the gun on the ground and stared at the shiny object, whispering, "Uwahh,"

A cloud of dread hung over Daisuke and you patted his back in comfort. "There, there, Daisuke, he's just making a friend."

"But why with Haru?" Grumbled Daisuke, sulking. "And why is he looking at him like that? I should be the only one he's looking at like that. You too, I guess."

You let out a sigh. "You're really jealous when it comes to me and Kakeru."

Haru looked proud of the achievement and improvement he had made with Kakeru, his hands over his hips. "Looks pretty cool, right?"

Kakeru nodded enthusiastically, examining the badge thoroughly. "Very cool." He murmured, and then stared at Haru intently, lips pursing. "I wanna be like Mister Haru when I grow up!"

That was the first time you have seen Daisuke speechless and the last time Haru had seen Kakeru for six months. You were certain Daisuke did not speak to Haru for about two weeks, only communicating through nods and grunts, and Haru did not know whether to feel relieved or irritated at that. Maybe a little bit of both.

But, that was the only time Daisuke did not have the last word.

Kakeru certainly has Daisuke around his little finger.

***

You reached forward and shook Kakeru awake softly. "Kakeru," You chimed, and he scrunched his face again, not wanting to be disturbed sleeping on Daisuke's back. "Wake up, baby,"

Kakeru let out a small groan, and slowly opened his eyes. A familiar pair of blue hues greeted you, the same eyes that you wake up to every morning. Kakeru let out a big yawn and rubbed his left eye with his hand, groaning out, "Mommy," He then looked down at Daisuke who was craning his head to watch his son. "And Daddy."

You smiled at him and opened your arms, hands making grabby movements towards your two year old. "Come here, baby," You cooed sweetly.

Kakeru perked up and a glimmer crossed his eyes, the same glimmer when Daisuke had seen you for the first time. You could never forget that time, and you can never find it more beautiful than seeing that in your son's eyes whenever you offer him affection. Immediately, the two year old scrambled out of Daisuke's back - Daisuke grunted as his little feet padded on his back a few times as he struggled to get to your lap and arms - and sunk in your embrace. Your eyes grew gentler as Kakeru snuggled closer to your chest, cheek rubbing on your clothing and his hands clinging to the fabric.

"Are you tired, baby?" You questioned as you stroked the back of his head, finger running over his hair.

Kakeru nodded tiredly. "Daddy played cops and robbers with me."

"Let me guess, you were the cop and he was the robber?" You commented.

"Yes, and I captured Daddy many, many times." Answered Kakeru, proud with himself.

"Oh, is that so? That's amazing, baby. You're going to be a great cop like Daddy." You then turned over to Daisuke who was now recovering from being used as a bed. He dusted himself as he sat properly on the ground in front of you. "Is that why you were under him? Because you were arrested?"

Daisuke looked away. "I think I need to teach him how to properly apprehend a criminal."

You giggled. "When he's older, Daisuke."

He faced you with a sharp twist of his face, expression determined. "He won't grow older."

You frowned. "What?"

You and Daisuke looked down to see Kakeru fighting the need to sleep, his eyes opening and closing.

"I don't . . . " Daisuke trailed off, and a trace of embarassment scrawled on his face. You rarely see your husband embarassed and so you waited for him to continue. " . . . I don't want Kakeru to grow up."

You shook your head lightly, smile broadening. "Daisuke," You whispered, and when he did not look at you, you called him again. "Love, look at me."

He did so, and with one hand, you cradled his face. "I know how you feel. I understand where you're coming from. But - " You mused. " - don't you want to see our son grow up to be a fine man? To be the person he aspires to be? To be like you?"

Daisuke stares back at you, and took a gander at Kakeru who was beginning to fall asleep. He lets out a sigh and nodded in agreement, "I guess that would be pleasant to see."

"And he'll marry a great girl." You added.

"Marry mommy," Kakeru drawled. He was forcing himself to stay awake but his eyes was not cooperating with his spirits.

Daisuke scooted closer to both of you and brushed his knuckles on Kakeru's forehead. "Marry mommy? You're going to take mommy away from me?"

Kakeru shook his head. "Marry someone like mommy," One of his hand extended and took hold of Daisuke's shirt, the other still clinging to you. Kakeru looked up at both of you, still comfortable in your lap and chest. His eyes, again, were bright. "I want family like me, and mommy, and daddy."

Warmth swathed your chest, your heart melting. You took a gander to Daisuke and saw that the expression he wore - love, care, and the promise of sacrifice when it comes to it and when he looked at you, the emotions never faltered, and they only grew stronger. Sometimes you wonder just how much Daisuke loved you and Kakeru.

"A family like the three of us." Kakeru let go of your clothing and showed three fingers of his and quickly pressed the three digits together. "A happy family."

Kakeru fell asleep after his statement. His arm dropped and his head moved to one side, his eyes closed and lips parted.

"We should tuck him in." Daisuke declared.

"Yeah," You agreed and Daisuke helped you stand up, making sure you two aren't waking your sleeping son. You moved him to his bed, setting him down the mattress gently. Daisuke took the liberty of putting the blanket over Kakeru. Your child shifted in his spot, and cuddled to his pillow.

You sat on the bed beside Kakeru, observing your son. "Already tired when the morning has just barely started." You chuckled.

"He said he needed practice to be a cop, and I couldn't say no." Daisuke inserted.

"You can never say no to Kakeru anyways." You jested.

"Same with you." Daisuke knelt down beside the bed, arms resting on the mattress and his head level with his son's. He admired Kakeru, his deadpan expression gone and a small smile on his face. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kakeru's cheek, lingering for a while before pulling away.

Daisuke faced you and you raised an eyebrow as he took your hand.

"You have given me a beautiful son. Thank you so much, my love."

#daisuke kambe x reader #daisuke x reader #kambe daisuke x reader #fuguo keiji x reader #fugou keiji x reader #the millionare detective balance unlimited #the millionare detective balance: unlimited #the millionaire detective balance unlimited #fuguo keiji balance unlimited #balance unlimited #anime #anime x reader #anime scenarios #the millionaire detective #the millionaire detective x reader #daisuke kambe #daisuke

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wincestisasincest · 2 years ago

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orchid, edelweiss, ivy!

what's a song you consider to be perfect?

oh god too many of them. but if i had to pick one right now, probably "smooth" by santana. fun fact about the song, it was actually the last number 1 hit of 1999 and the first 1 hit of 2000!

how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

okay listen. i want you to picture a little girl, about 12 years old, who just learned from her friend at summer camp about something called "fanfiction."

one year later, she is on tumblr and she is in deep. and she learns about this show, "supernatural," which everyone is watching, and apparently people who like that other show about sherlock holmes (and you have read sherlock holmes so you must like that) and doctor who (you like that) really like THIS show.

so she watches it. and is enthralled.

decades (1 more year) passes and she has moved on from this show. she's posted fanfic on other sites, but has started to realize it's popularity on tumblr.gov and says "hey, i could do that."

but she needs a new sideblog. and it needs a name. something familiar, something witty, and something not well thought out so it can happen now.

so she does some wordplay with the most cursed ship of the century (the only one that she really remembers from that show besides destiel) and boom.

see but the thing is, she forgot that people actually read fanfic. and see her blog. and the name. and now she is stuck with it. stuck with this very cursed identity that she chose in a flight of fancy.

that is where my cursed blog name came from. and to be honest, i forgot i had it for a while until one day, someone dmed me asking if i supported wincest, and i remembered that i had. that.

honestly at this point i haven't changed it just because i've had it so long. it would be a huge pain in the ass to like re-get all of the links so that the masterlist actually, uh, works. and tbh people on tumblr have more cursed usernames, mines not that special.

but yeah, whenever i think about it, i think about middle school me first getting into fandom culture on tumblr.

sorry for the novel but lots of people over the years have pointed out how wack the name is so it requires a thorough explanation.

what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

oh fuck if i know i'm one dense motherfucker. but i'll try anyway.

when i'm happy i either 1) don't shut up or 2) fidget/pace a lot. some may notice that i do this even when i am not happy, which is true, but when i am happy i do it a lot more. i may also do a little jig.

if i'm annoyed i'll look out into the distance like a disney character about to sing. sometimes i'll twitch at anything sensory. and usually i'll answer any questions someone asks in as few words as possible.

if i'm upset you will not know unless i tell you. and that's not me being like "oh yEA i'm so good at hiding my emotions" like some pleb, it's just that when something upsets me i usually go into fixing mode and focus on addressing the problem as well as i possibly can, which usually leaves me kind of detached from the whole thing, so i don't really show any signs of it.

if i'm tired i also usually don't show it, but i do tend to quote a lot of vines/internet jokes. this is because i am Funnyman but if i am too tired to think of something funny to say i will default to an internet joke.

#wow that was long #sorry #the confessional

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porcelaintoybox23 · 3 years ago

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Solitaire pt. 2

Part one

I normally like to avoid long chunks of dialogue but it felt needed. Went more for how the dialogue is paced than correct punctuation. Kaeya could be a traitor or not, so I left it vague. Tumblr also gave me formatting issues, so…sorry

Kaeya x Gn!Reader (electro) can be read as platonic or romantic

***

You reach Starsnatch Cliff at precisely 19:00. The setting sun is barely a speck in the horizon allowing the beautiful astral bodies that give the location its name their chance to shine.

You hadn’t seen Kaeya since the previous night and made no mention of his absence when Jean came calling. You had been wracked with nerves all day, but the time has finally arrived: what will you find at the top?

Your vision wasn’t at the bottom, but Kaeya was not one to follow conventions or rules.

As you climb, you think back to when Kaeya had first brought you here. Admittedly, it was as an unspoken apology, but that didn’t take away from the beauty of the sky.

You sit down to wait. When the sun has completely set, and you can see the lights of Springvale, you feel someone sit next to you.

It’s a little further than normal but…

“Why?” is all he says.

More open ended than his usual interrogation methods, but this was an unusual situation.

“I'm 98% sure that you are a sociopath.”

If Kaeya is surprised about the opening, you can’t tell.

“I'm 99% sure you're using that word incorrectly.” He replies back smoothly.

A straightforward conversation is a foreign concept to people who obfuscate as easily as they breathe. Truth hidden under witticisms and banter.

“You're still mad about the ruin guard thing?” Kaeya almost sounds shocked.

You let annoyance seep into your voice. “Kaeya, that was too far, even for you. It crosses a line to endanger your allies without their consent.”

“Well the ends do justify the means. We did catch those thieves after all.”

“You’re lucky that no one was killed-we’re getting off topic.”

He laughs. You didn’t realize how much you had missed-

“I am one of Mondstat’s most prolific ‘anti-heroes’ after all.”

Nevermind.

“Sometimes the ends justify the means and you're an ass, you dramatic shit head.”

“Yet here you are.”

You sigh. “Yet here I am.”

Silence falls between you.

“You're a hypocrite, you know?” Kaeya’s voice comes out in a whisper.

You go still, holding your breath.

I did ask for this.

“You only hate my schemes if you don't know about them. You have no qualms about going off with your own plans and endangering our fellow knights. Yelling 'landslide' isn't a great warning.”

You hum, remembering how you convinced Noelle to use her geo on a cliff. Caught the treasure hoarders off guard. You hide a laugh under a cough when the image of a dust covered Kaeya appears.

He ignores you and continues on.

“You're petty as hell. You still haven't let the Collei thing go-“

“I'll let it go when you apologize to her in person-”

“You were mad that my scheme to reveal that Snezhnayan spy embarrassed you and didn't care about the overall benefit.”

“You completely humiliated me.” You whisper.

Kaeya goes silent.

“That was the first and the only time you've ever apologized to me, with the words. Up until then, I just considered you a sadistic drunk who abused his power.”

You look up at the stars. "You were the kind of person I avoided back home. The ones that would make me look stupid, and you did. In front of the knights, the fatui, and the entire town."

Kaeya inches closer and you put your head on his shoulder.

“I did find you interesting before then.” He started after a few moments. “A mysterious stranger who never fell for my charms or let any info slip through. I still haven’t seen you drunk.”

“You never will.”

You both fall silent again, but this one is different. The time for smoke and mirrors has passed.

“Unlike the traveler, I have no interest in finding my family or returning home.” Your voice is surprisingly steady as you recount memories you had long buried.

“I hated my life. I was trapped taking care of my parents. No friends, no standing, not a fucking cent to my name. I wasn’t interesting, no one understood me or cared to try. I was meek and my attempts at reaching out were met with looks of confusion or pity.”

You poke his chest. “That’s why I was so angry. Somehow, I ended up here. I got these powers that I can change on a whim. A world with magic and adventure, a place where I can be free and be a hero. To not be myself. I didn’t want to be that person again, the loser that no one hated but no one liked either.”

You laugh. “I don't know what's worse, abandoning my family or that I don't feel that bad about it.”

“Despite your sadistic streak,” he elbows you, “you care for Klee. You protect Mond and, occasionally, think of other people. Even with Collei, you at least let Diluc take the fall. I really don't have a leg to stand on regardless.”

“Even with this second chance, I’m still a fake. I've always pushed people away. Hid before anyone could get close, but how can I expect to breach that gap if I can't extend a hand out myself?”

You look at grass beneath you, too afraid to see the look on Kaeya’s face.

“Our overall values are a little mismatched, but isn't loving someone about accepting all of them? Warts and all? I want to know why you do what you do. Why you do a job you clearly hate. Why you take joy in others' suffering. Why you're friends with me of all people.”

You start messing with a strand of his hair.

“At least, I think we're friends.”

You pause but add in a whisper,

“Maybe, I'm being a little too trusting again.”

You fall silent and you two stay like that for some time. You gag internally at your mushy honesty.

“I think we’re friends, but don’t let Diluc hear or he’ll get jealous.”

You poke him again.

“What convinced you?”

“Hmm?”

“If there's one thing I can't critique, it's your intellect- Kaeya shut it-You’ve lived in Mondstat for half of your life. You’ve met the people, gotten to know them, saved them. You uphold justice, even if your methods lack kindness, so it must be for a reason. I’ve seen the mess that is Teyvat, the archons that neglect and misuse their authority, the people are evil and cruel. I’m still not totally okay with killing hilichurls. I want the world to be a better place, I’m sure deep down, you do too.”

Now you look up. You’re surprised to see Kaeya looking down at you, with both eyes. Fear, trepidation, and hope flash through them, and it's the most open you've ever seen him.

He lowers his head onto yours and heaves a sigh.

“When I was around 10 years old, my father took me to place called Dawn Winery…”

***

…

“First off, I have no flaws.”

You startle a bit, trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes. You and Kaeya had talked all night and you had started to doze as the sky turned a light peach.

“Two, you love me? Here I thought my charms were useless against you.”

Now fully awake, you leap up and make a move to leave.

Kaeya grabs you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Kaeya if you touch me, I swear to the archons I will electrocute you.”

“You know as well as I do, that you won't.”

Your eye twitches as you (sadly) reflexively relax in his hold.

“True, I'll just make Diluc serve you grape juice from now on. Better yet, I'll ask cloud retainer to give me a potion that makes everything you drink taste like grape juice.”

“Okay, let’s not do anything rash now! We are friends after all, one might even say besties.”

“I hate you.”

You elbow him, hard.

“but, thanks…for trusting me. No matter what you decide, I’ll be here for you.”

Kaeya’s face seems to fall but his jovial facade comes back in record time.

“Such a sap, y/n,” he deflects.

You smile, seeing that he’s happy to have someone on his side.

“ I guess I am.”

***

Events that happened but were not mentioned for brevity:

Didn't tell Kaeya about the sword location to take the sword out from under him.

Tricked some knights into doing their work a few times.

Would have attacked Collei or let Kaeya slide if she proved to be actually evil.

Encourages Klee to blow things up and sneaks her out of solitary/reads to her.

Used a bomb once for a plan that failed and let Klee be blamed since she'd get in less trouble

Also lies to children

Picks fights for no reason

Becomes purposefully obtuse to annoy people

***

Thanks for reading! I do have some ideas for how the spy plan made these two became friends, if anyone is interested.

#kaeya imagines #kaeya alberich #genshin imagines #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you

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profmori · 4 years ago

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;Daiharu au 💴🌸💎

Summary : Haru Kato overworked himself as usual and Daisuke is trying to take care of him.

Note : yeh! first tumblr fic, let's get it ✨😗✌️

Haru sometimes hated his job.

Or rather he hated his strong sense of justice, which made him constantly push his boundaries to do what was right. Most of the first division members usually shied out when he asked them for help, and no way in the world he could go to Daisuke Kambe for the same.

Everyone tells him to lay off multiple times but he doesn't needs them to take care of him, damn it.

. . . . 💴🌸💎

Haru fell back in his chair, making the rusty old thing creek in protest. Everyone turned around to witness his loud and grumpy arrival, probably testing the waters before making a move. He paid them little to no attention, knowing he'll lash out otherwise.

The board gave him a hard time, the first division gave him a hard time, Daisuke blew him off like nothing and then Cho-san yelled at him --- Haru straight up wasn't having the best day. Now the last thing he needed was more people pestering him.

Luck, however, wasn't on his side.

The phone on his table starting ringing the moment Haru got comfortable in his chair, the loud sound made the headache double up a few notches. Haru tsked and picked up the receiver, putting it against his ear.

“yes?”

“Oh my god!” the lady at the other end screamed. “Pleass hurry there has been a robbery at my store, everything is wrecked.”

Haru tried to hide his sigh. “Please stay calm and tell me your address. Don't be alone in the house, as it might be dangerous and don't touch anything until help arrives.”

The lady hurried up with details as much as she could while simultaneously sobbing into the speaker, somewhere in the distance was a dog barking at her. Haru kept down the receiver and turned to Kamie, holding up the slip of paper with the address on it.

“There has been a robbery, can you go and see to it?” Haru asked, waiting patiently as the other completed typing on his computer. Kamie looked up with a guilt ridden smile, rubbing the back of his neck as he fumbled for an answer.

“You see, I've been dead tired after all the cardio you put me through---”

“Nevermind.” Haru cut in,“I'll take care of it myself.”

Haru stood up rather fast, making his head go blank for a solid second. He managed to hold himself up just before he could fall forward, the sudden movement causing the table to shake with impact and catch everyone's attention.

“Are you okay?” Mahoro asked, her hand stopped midway with a candy between her fingers. The pink haired officer gave him a worried look. “Would you liked this limited addition candy?”

“I'll pass.” Haru waved his hand and went out of the office lounge, momentarily leaned against the wall to regain his left over energy --- only god knew how worse the robbery was going to be, he needed to get every bit of patience and energy to deal with it.

Once sure that he wasn't going to collapse, Haru shrugged on his jacket and went to the crime scene.

. . . . 💴🌸💎

“Ah Kambe-san.” Kamie called out as Daisuke entered the room, the millionaire gave him a nod and went over to his desk. The inspector pulled Daisuke down to talk quietly into his ear.

“Is there a problem?” Daisuke asked, his voice even like it always have been. Kamie felt himself shiver at the calculated coldness in his eyes, he has to shake his head to get back on his tongue.

“Did something happen with Haru and you?”

Daisuke stared at him for a long moment, eyebrows lightly scrunched in concentration. Then he simply shook his head in denial, making Kamie sigh in confusion. He was well aware of Haru's habits of pushing himself too far, but there was no way you could stop him from doing so.

“Could you please go and check on him then?” Kamie asked with a requested smile, pressing his hands in a prayer position and ducked his head. “I'm afraid he might pass out or something.”

“Okay.” Daisuke said and straightened up, fixing his suit as he exited the lounge for second time this day. “HEUSC track Haru Kato's location.”

“The location has been found.”

Daisuke got in his car and glanced over to the screen, a map displayed in front of him with a green dot blinking inside a cafe. He got the car in ignition and put it on the road the moment it's engine roared.

. . . . 💴🌸💎

“Ehhh . . . what do you mean it wasn't a robbery?”

The woman in front of him laughed in embarrassment, a blush spread across her pale cheeks. Beside her, in a vile grip was a child yelling at her to let go, probably the culprit of the robbery. She bowed to Haru while winding up apologies, forcing the kid down with a hand pressed on his head.

“S-Sorry inspector, my son and his friends created a ruckus before I opened the cafe. I panicked and thought it was a robbery.”

“Are you sure everyone in safe here?” Haru asked; Except for the kid obviously, he thought but knew better than to voice it, his mouthy self already got him in trouble multiple times, he didn't want anything more.

“Yes inspector, our apologies for the inconvenience.” She said again and forced the son to say sorry as well, which Haru just accepted with a laugh. He then nodded to the lady and made his way out of the cafe, yawning as he started walking back to the office, his body however was screaming for him to rest.

Haru stopped as a sleek black car pulled up next to him, a colour and design he was all to familiar with now. The door opened with a smooth motion, inside seated was Daisuke with his usual bored expression, the one that seriously ticked him off.

“Oi Kambe, what are you doing here?”

“I was told to pick you up.” He replied monotonously,“Please get in the car before the traffic rolls up.”

Haru didn't want to be anywhere near Daisuke right now but he found himself rushing over inside the car and sighing once he was able to shut himself in the silent atmosphere. He may not admit out loud but Daisuke's car was more comfortable than his bed --- soft seats, warmth and his rich perfume. Haru instantly felt like he was going to fall asleep, and that would have been embarrassing.

“So what makes you come here?” he decided to ask instead.

“I was told to pick you up.”

“And you agreed?”

“Yes.” Haru didn't expect him to say anything more to so he just let it drop, but Daisuke cleared his throat and continued. “And I owed you an apology.”

Haru was in no mood for having that conversation so he just shrugged it off and let his eyes stay fixed outside the window, looking at nothing in particular. Daisuke waited for an answer before he decided better than to question him further.

“Are you tired?” Daisuke asked as he killed the engine and Haru shook his head, hurrying out of the car before he could seriously fall asleep. He shut the door to cut off any further complaints, making his way back to the office and hopefully avoiding Daisuke any further. Thankfully, the conversation never came up again, not until the shutting time atleast.

. . . . 💴🌸💎

“Haru are you sure you're staying back?”

“Yeah I need to write the report for today.”

“Okayy, bye!” everyone cheered as the hurried out of the office, glad that the day was finally over. Haru watched them leave, wincing when the door shut loudly after the departing crowd.

He let his head fall on the table and groaned. The cursor blink on the empty sheet of the word document, waiting to be worked on; problem was Haru's lack of motivation, he couldn't even lay it off with the board monitoring him and finding all the ways to pick more mistakes on him. It would he easier on their pockets if they could cut more of pay --- and with the deadline for his rent, a pay cut was the last thing he needed right now.

So with the last bit of energy left in him, Haru rolled his sleeved his sleeves up and got to work.

. . . . 💴🌸💎

Daisuke stared at the empty cup holder and realized that he left his wallet in the office, he killed the engine and got off the car. The last bit of left workers nodded as they moved past him, rushing out to go back home. He wasn't half surprised to find Haru bend over his computer and typing sluggishly, his eye bags reached on the floor and casted a dark edge to his golden eyes.

“Kamie? . . . no Kambe." He mumbled his words,"What are you doing here?"

“I left my wallet.”

Haru nodded and went back to typing, taking a sip out of coffee which was most likely cold by now. As Daisuke crossed him, he could see Haru shivering in his seat and having trouble to get a better grip of his coffee. He watched him struggle.

“You need to rest.” Daisuke said.

“As if the guy who threw up off the bridge would care.” Haru replied and then his words turned quiet. “Nobody cares.”

“huh?”

Haru send him a simple shrug and got to work again, mumbling as he typed, backspacing more and actually writing something. Daisuke then turned his head and spoke into the ear piece.

“HEUSC type the report for the incident today.”

“Command in processor. Estimate completion time in 10 minutes.”

“Let's go--- Haru!” Daisuke grabbed him just in time, saving him from hitting his head on the table edge. Haru groaned and fell against Daisuke's torso, eyes barely open and sweat pooled over his eyebrows; despite the obvious temperature rise, he was shivering. “Come with me.”

“I'm fine!” he said, words mingled into each other. “Just a little bit---”

“You just passed out.” Daisuke removed his glove and pressed his hand against Haru's forehead, feeling it burning under his cool skin. Haru straightened himself up, pressing a firm hand against Daisuke's torso too keep him at the arm length.

“I said I'm fine.” he said,“If I don't complete this by today, they'll probably fire me. Unlike you some people are limited on their resources Kambe.”

“I told HEUSC to do it for you.” He replied,“For now just come with me.”

“Why? Give me a reason.”

“To apologize.” He said without missing a beat .

“What for?”

“For everything.” Daisuke said.

Haru could only stare. He wanted to say no and deal with himself, since Daisuke also did the same. The last thing he wanted was to become a burden on someone who refused his help.

He was a burden.

Denial almost went past his mouth but stopped when Daisuke reached out and grabbed his hand, his fingers cold against Haru's wrist. The millionaire's face was stoic as ever but his words were soft.

“Haru . . come with me.”

Seemed like he wasn't getting anywhere with denial tonight.

. . . . 💴🌸💎

continues part two

#haru katou #haru best boy #haru katō #daiharu #daiharu au #daiharu fluff #daisuke kambe #the millionare detective balance: unlimited #the millionaire detective

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allthingshetalia · 4 years ago

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Hello! I don't mean to pressure you, but how long does responding to requests take? I've sent a Russia and child!reader request 2 weeks ago and I'm just not sure if you got the ask or it got swallowed by tumblr

It depends on the request. Some asks I have writers block for and others ask I get excited to answer it and I know fully what I want to write about it and I can get it done quickly. Tumblr eats quite a few asks. Sometimes I can get up to 10-15 asks a day. Like when I just opened my inbox up yesterday and I already have 24 asks in my ask box. Because of that a lot of asks end up getting lost in the abyss of my inbox and I don’t even see them, until a month later and I feel horrible for that. I completed a large amount of asks over the break and have them scheduled but I don’t remember seeing anything about a child and Russia. I remember seeing your little icon but I think that was for something else. So sorry for the wait!!!

But for now here’s some Russia with a child!

Your tiny feet pattered down the long hallway. The dim light casted shadows all over the walls causing the beat of your heart to increase. You finally stopped infront of an large wooden door. A small rope was attached to the handel. You could just reach the door handle on your own but you could never get a good grip on it to open it. The rope allowed you to open it with ease.

Tugging the rope, the door softly opened and you peaked your head through it. The large Russian heard his door click open, causing him to look away from his paperwork. He smiled softly when you saw your small head peak from the other side of the door but frowned once he realized what time it was.

“What are you doing up, Sunflower?” He asked softly. He pushed his large swivel chair away from his desk and opened his arms for you. You quickly pushed the rest of the door open and bolted to the safety of his arms. He picked you up and held you softly to his chest, rocking you back and forth humming a light lullaby. You lifted your head away from his chest and looked at him.

“I had a bad dream.” You whispered. Ivan nodded his head knowingly and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. His arm was tucked under your butt holding you up close to his chest and he stood up from his seat.

“What gave you such a bad dream?” He hummed. His other hand pressed against your back to make sure you didn’t fall. His fingers drummed against your back lulling you into a relaxed state.

“I don’t know.” You admitted. “It wasn’t super scary as most of them are. I was lost in a park and couldn’t find you.” You admitted. You watched as the walls of the hallway turned into the walls of his bedroom.

“That is scary. I’m just happy you aren’t crying. That just shows how brave you are.” Ivan soothed. He pulled his heavy blankets back and laid down with you still on his chest. You both sighed comfortably as he pulled the covers up so they were covering your chilled legs, that you bedtime shorts failed to cover.

“You don’t like it when I cry?” You asked. You sleepily lifted your head and rested your chin against his chest, waiting for an answer.

“I hate it when you cry, Sunflower. It hurts me very much. But everyone must cry sometimes, even though it can hurt.” The large Russian pressed your head against his chest again, his strong heartbeat thudding against you ear. His hand patted your back softly, reminding you that he is there- and he always will be.

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While Ivan May not be your first choice in who you think would be great at raising a child- he is magnificent with children

His whole demeanor is very fairytale like

He’s very tall, he had rare violet eyes, he had snowy hair

He’s built like a warrior/giant type figure, especially with his long coat that’ll flow in the wind

Kids are very naive and trusting

Which will give him the perfect opportunity to show how good he actually is!

He is especially good with little boys because a lot of them wanna be like him when they grow up

He is very protective of things that are near and dear to him

That being said his children would be quite sheltered from the world

This doesn’t mean they will be weak or dependent

They will just have a more positive outlook on life

He is great at hide and seek

He’s not great at hiding because of how large he is but that is great for kids because they don’t want to have to look through a whole house to find him

He’s really good at finding though and it’s funny because he’ll pretend like he doesn’t know where they are adding to the innocent suspense

His children will have a variety of coats and winter attire that is the most fashionable and adorable thing he can find

Snowman are always outside the house

And snowflakes and little drawings are hung up in the window causing the intimidating house to look a lot softer

I also know for a fact that Belarus would be the best aunt ever!

So would Ukraine but she wouldn’t be around as much

Belarus would be so much fun to play with even though she is quite serious she would make sure you had a great time

She would also be the disciplinary though

So if you want something (like going to bed late, or having another scoop of ice cream) you go to Ivan

You would definitely get a pet

It’ll probably be something like a hamster or a fish to start out with but you’ll have a dog or cat before you know it

Lots of fireplace cuddles and drinking hot coco

He will honestly be such a great dad and no one can convince me otherwise!!!!

#allthingshetalia #hetalia #hetalia blog #hetalia imagine blog #hetalia imagines #x reader #x child readet #hetalia x child readet #russia x child reader #russia hetalia #russia headcons #russia headcannons #russia imagines #ivan braginsky

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erin-epica · 4 years ago

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Woop-de-doo, it's Lord Scarlet stuff part 2

This was a post I planned on making WAY sooner, but I accidentally lost the original draft so I didn't even bother to try doing it gain until recently. And just now something happened that changed everything; and I mean what both DID and DIDN'T automatically give me the right to post this. I almost deleted my first post at that, and here's why:

In the first post, I mentioned that when I initially found out Vic was lying to me, I was quiet about it and just stopped talking to her out of fear, and then when I asked for help on what to do I was told to leave without a word. I don't think that was entirely the right thing to do in the long run, because it may have been the easiest way out but I'm better off with proper closure.

And the thoughts she left me scarred with never left my head. Time and time again, I'd find myself crying myself to sleep again at the thought of Brock forced to hide romantic feelings for Master Frown and not know who he was anymore while Frown was left unaware and in love with someone else, even if it wasn't Lord Scarlet.

And the pain sometimes came with a want to confront Vic one last time and open up to her about how I wasn't blind anymore, and how much she really hurt me. But I, again, wass scared she wouldn't care and would cut me off.

So when the pain got worse, I did what any coward would do: tell everyone else about my pain.

Now I DID tell friends of mine other than the Unikitty Amino staff about what happened, and they were all sympathetic and understanding about it. But then I told almost everyone, and then made my vent post on here (as well as Wattpad). As much as I wouldn't want to call them call out posts, they might as well have been. I didn't want people to harass Vic and make her mad...but at the same time I kinda did. I was too scared to face her that I was hoping that someone would do it for me. I even tagged accounts of Vic's. Not cool of me at all.

Now the Tumblr and Wattpad posts got me pretty much more of the same: sympathy, and acceptance that I had moved on. No one came after Vic but we could still agree that none of her actions were justified (I even got @careeningle's attention...sorry about the aneurysm)

Now comes the next important thing that happened, because I mentioned @friffinx kinda being responsible for me getting back to the Lord Scarlet Amino to write the message that I did. In it, I said that after I sent the message I did I would leave the Amino again & for good.

Well...I lied. I still checked in every day for the same reason I started venting: I kinda wanted Vic to see my message. Even if she'd ban me, I wanted to see if she'd ever notice my message. And that would've been the end of it if it wasn't for Brook.

I briefly mentioned Brook in the last post. She was another OC of Vic's, and was exactly to Brock what Lord Scarlet was to Master Frown; a carbon copy love interest. Except Lord Scarlet was far more developed and drawn & written about more. Brook didn't even really have a distinct personality, she was a girl Brock and that was it. But with reptilian overlord eyes. (To be fair, Vic drew Brock like that sometimes too)

(I didn't include Vic's art unless it was in chat bgs or whatever in the last post, but for the sake of referencing/proving a point, this is what Brook looks like)

No one really paid attention to her for the longest time. She was there in the fanfics because according to Vic, "Scarlet needed a friend." And like I said in the first post, Brook wasn't said to be canon so I never found a reason to really care for her. Plus I can only recall someone giving Vic fanart with her, and it was with Scarlet (@plastic-papercuts made it, go follow her she's gr8).

But then one day, for some reason, something in me clicked. I actually thought of a story idea for her. Somehow this bland cutout of a character had potential in my eyes, and I weirdly started liking her because of it. She suddenly felt...more real. I got pretty invested in my idea and newfound interpretation of Brook, and describing it would make this post way longer than it is so if anyone asks about it, I'll probably make a whole other post about it.

Anyway, I came up with a little plan: draw out this idea in the form of a comic and post it to the Lord Scarlet Amino. And see if Vic gets suspicious and checks out my profile and then maybe bans me. It felt a bit better than total silence and she'd probably see that someone gave a crap about Brook after all.

So I started a new chat called "It's Brook" to share my progress with the other members of the Amino, which there weren't too many of but we had fun in it. It was basically me, @friffinx , @soapycocacola, @plastic-papercuts, and a few others who aren't on Tumblr (or at least don't think are) chatting about how awful Vic was and calling out her lazy art tactics like tracing and using assets/clips right from the show. And of course me sharing the comic progress I was making. Again, this doesn't make anything we did right but it felt good getting everything off our chests. We were like a secret rebellion against an absentee dictator. One time Vic came online as we were chatting and even viewed my profile, but nothing happened. And it stayed that way until I opened Amino up one morning. For those of you who don't have it, the menu shows all the communities you're in when you open the app, and all of mine were there except for the Lord Scarlet Amino. I assumed I must've been banned overnight. But I wasn't banned from Vic's other Amino so I commented on her wall on that one. For Vic's sake, I won't show how the conversation went (and I'll explain why at the end) but here's how it went:

Me: Did you ban me from the LS Amino?

Her: There was drama in one of the chat rooms and I'm not having it. I didn't want to do it and it's not a big deal It's just an amino and you're still on this one AM I RIGHT?

Me: Yes, but I assume you read my updated bio. As I hoped you would.

Her: Nope.

Me: Oh. But you know what? Ban me from here too for all I care, I feel like you deserve to know why I left and came back: *insert me finally telling her how I know she lied, that she hurt me, and what I did was wrong here*

Her: Lol ok be that person but keep in mind that I'm one of those people that doesn't gibe a fuck lol

And then she banned me from that Amino too before I could type and submit a fitting farewell reply.

At least I finally got all the built-up emotional pain out of me, but it did help me realize something important: we never really were friends. I wanted more of her content despite all her red flags as a person so I tried enduring them, thinking it'd be worth it, and she only kinda cared about me when I was being a yes man. She never kept any promises and didn't respect me the same way I did her. So I could at least feel confident knowing she most likely didn't care at all when I first left.

@friffinx and the others didn't get banned, though, and Friff even started another chat on the LS Amino called "It's Brook 2" where they talked more about Vic being a terrible person. And it didn't take long for her to shut that chat down too and ban everyone from it that time. Friff sent me screenshots of what happened next (which again, I'm not gonna show), where Vic basically had a meltdown. She changed her username to "Little Miss Guillotine", and made a post about her being "finished with the bushit". In it, she announced that she didn't even like Unikitty! anymore but was still gonna keep/use Lord Scarlet because she wanted to. The part that made my blood almost boil wasn't her views on the show, she's free to have her opinion and I couldn't care less about it. What DID was that she acknowledged that she lied the whole time because "she didn't care anymore" and said that it was "our faults for believing it in the first place" and that "we needed to grow up"/"stop brining it up"

Ooooh boy, victim blaming, my favortie...

Since then she changed the Lord Scarlet Amino's theme to make it about The Penguins of Madagacar (again, fine with me). Either way she was still a narcissist and I thought she'd, sadly, likely never change. And my friends and I all thought that was the end of it.

Until a few hours ago...

I was browsing the Unikitty Amino and saw a new member named BlueCat. Didn't think anything else of it until the user PMed me. And this is what happened:

I didn't know what to think other than "I thought this day would never come", I was that shaken. This was so left field-ish that what else could I do but believe her? It didn't even seem suspicious or like she was trying to be a suck up, that wasn't Vic at all.

But the one thing I knew I had to do was ban her because even if she meant well and did it for the right(?) reasons, but I still asked if I should in the staff chat. @girly-glorious (also amazing so pls check her out :D) told me that yes, it was ban evasion so since I'm a leader too now I could to it on my own. But I knew I had to message Vic first and Girly told me to be careful, so this is what I sent:

And then I banned her, the end (not really)

Now I don't understand how or why this sudden behavior change happened but I don't know if I should question it in case it's personal. But again, I at least want to believe that she's really being genuine and had a change of heart because never in a million years could I imagine her being this mature. Again, she didn't demand that I forgive me or probably even expect me to. But the message still does leave me feeling sorry for her.

Now I thought that was the real end of it until I see the Penguins of Madagascar/old Lord Scarlet Amino on my sideboard.

She unbanned me.

Now I don't know where we'll go from here, if anywhere. I'm not too sure if I can really let my guard down around someone who hurt me so badly just in case she does it again. So I may not talk to her again, but if she really asks something from me, I might try and build up courage to ask her more about how she came to apologizing to me. Plus she followed me on Wattpad too.

But this is why I didn't show our conversation right before my ban or her "f.u." posts. Because I don't want people seeing more of Vic's past behavior and possibly embarrassing her about it if she ever sees this. But that's kinda why I felt like it was 100% necessary to finally make a sequel post in the end; I'm hoping people at least acknowledge Vic has changed and don't keep thinking about based on what I shared out of attempts to gain sympathy like a crybaby.

So before I go: PLEASE, DON'T GO AFTER OR HARASS VIC. I KNOW YOU PROBABLY WON'T, BUT THIS IS SERIOUS. ALL THE PROBLEMATIC LORD SCARLET DRAMA IS STUFF OF THE PAST AND NEITHER OF US WANT TO KEEP LOOKING BACK ON IT.

I hope this helps whoever's reading as much as it did me.

#unikitty #unikitty!#master frown #brock #lord Scarlet #brook #vic #vicslayer #scream queen savage #Victoria #update #amino

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eyes-like-a-pisces · 4 years ago

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Rules: Answer 10 questions, tag 10 people and make another 10 questions.🧜‍♀️

Questions from my astrological twin: @maiden-song 💕

1. if you could choose to glimpse the afterlife, would you?

Yes, I would. I think a lot about It.

2. under what circumstances do you think you past life was lived?

I could have had many past lifes. I think I was a native american, cause I've always felt bonded to their tradicion and same with China, cause when I hear the sound of Erhu - traditional chinese instrument, something wakes up in me. I've also always wanted to see Sweden & Finland, so maybe I was doing something there... I mean, I could do anything. I see myself in biblical times, as well as middle ages. I could be a renaissance artist, as well as dying of hunger during victorian era, or something, and that's probably why I'm still careful with money, haha. For my latest one, I think I could have been a hippie in the 60/70s and had some drug use experience, cause when I was a child I used have dreams about taking drugs, even if I didn't know anything about It. I also had some experience with psychics (and "psychics"), my mom had a past life regression and she told me she saw me few times... I don't take anything for granded, but reincarnation is one of my favourite theories.

3. what three skills would you instantly master if you had the choice?

Playing every instrument, speaking every language, singing beautifully

4. would your rather no passion or no pain?

No pain. Everything is needed in life, but you know, enough is enough.

5. if you had a chance to leave this world and go to another one, would you take it?

Depends of the world and who I would meet there. Even if this world can be cruel and disappointing at times, I still have some love for him and humanity.

6. if you could smell like anything in the world, what would it be?

Like the first day of spring, when you go outside and the air smells different. Or a storm.

7. do you feel like common interests or philosophical comparability are not important?

They are very important. I can't imagine a relationship without similar interests, views. You either get bored or fight constantly. I think that the whole point of searching a partner is trying to find things you got in common. The more similar you are, the more understood you feel and more you are attracted to them. That's my experience at least. That's a very basic example, but as you may noticed, I'm very much into music and I was dating a guy, who wasn't into music that much at all. I thought It doesn't matter at first, but then I started feeling like I'm missing my favourite way to connect with other person. Once I met a guy who loved music as much as I do, I'm sorry to admit It, but my partner became unattractive to me.

Similar interests and views are needed at the beginning, to bond with somebody, and later, to simply enjoy spending time together (thanks Captain Obvious). I mean... chemistry and good will are not enough for a relationship to last. Don't get me wrong, I don't think you have to be identical and agree on everything - some differences can be inspiring, balance your relationship and teach you something new. It's also ok and even needed, to have some separate hobbies, things that you like to do on your own. There are also other important things, like, if you equally care about each other and if you are on the same page in general, but I can't imagine not agreeing in the key points and things that are the most important to you. And the only person who can decide what is the most important is the person who is in that relationship, no matter if It's about interests, philosophy or religion. But beside a romantic relationship, I think It's good to be surrounded by different people and listen what they got to say.

8. if there was one mystery you alone could learn the answer too, what would it be?

The mystery of life in general. Why we are here, is there any destiny, how we are connected, how this universe works, what happens after death...

9. in your opinion, is there anything more important than love?

No :) (I'm not talking about putting your relationship before other things. I'm talking about love as a big force and meaning of this universe)

10. describe a new planet you would live on, if you could.

I want things to be diverse, monumental... Maybe another moon, why not. As a concept of the world, I wish there would be peace :) everybody has their safe place to live, will to live, passion, purpose, someone to love and who loves them back. Amen.

Questions from @mybloodiedvalentine 💕👯

1. What is an unpopular opinion you hold you about which you feel strongly and with which you seem to notice a lot of people disagree?

Nothing specific comes to my mind at the moment (that I haven't mentioned before). I sure have some, but what's unpopular opinion in general and what's unpopular opinion on tumblr, are two different things. Maybe, that the "tumblr positivity" is not really helpful. Like: "in case you need to hear this: you are smart, you are loved... ". How do you know that? Those are just empty words. But It's better to spread positivity than negativity, of course.

2. What is the nicest thing a stranger has ever told you that you can recall?

Oh, I had a few situations like that... This is so lovely, when a stranger wants to just be genuinely nice, not just catcalling you...For example, when I was with my 3 girlfriends at the club and 2 ladies in their 40s where like: "excuse me, we just wanted to say that we can't stop starring at you all, cause you are the priettiest girls in the club." And we were like: aww, omg, you are beautiful too, come dance with us. And we were all dancing in our witches circle ignoring all sweaty men around us, haha. Or when my mom went to the the same hair saloon as me and asked hair dresser if she remembers me and she said that she does and that I'm nice and intelectual. I'm her faithful client now ;_; (Sorry for sucking my own dick, but It was nice to remind myself about these situations).

3. Has a piece of art or music ever made you cry? If so, do you remember a specific moment?

Crying to music is my passion. The latest intense moment was few days ago. I was loading a dishwasher at night and I played some music and then "lover you should've come over" by Jeff Buckley came on and sudden wave of lonelliness hit me so hard, that I just had to put down the plate, hide my face in my hands and weep ✌

4. What’s your favourite piece of clothing?

Idk, maybe my Penny Lane coat :)

5. What’s a random childhood memory that fills you with a deep sense of comforting nostalgia?

Sledding with kids during a very cold winter in my home town, until It got dark and snow looked like sprinkled with glitter and having my freezed feet warmed up with a hair dryer, when I came back home, haha.

6. What is/was your favourite thing about your mom? If not your mom, your dad? Or best friend?

My favourite thing about my mom is that she's tolerant and open minded. I didn't have to lie to her or pretend I'm someone I'm not because of that. My favourite thing about my dad is that he actually cared about being a parent, even tho my parents divorced. I respect that he has unwavering morals and huge knowledge about a world - biology, astronomy, music, art...- subject doesn't matter- but he is very modest about It.

7. What’s something you learned on your own of which you’re proud?

Playing guitar

8. When was a moment in your life you remember laughing the hardest?

I was playing cards since I was a kid. After few years, when I was about 13 y. o. I got the first poker, a royal flush. When I saw my cards, I'm not sure why, I just coudn't believe my luck, I started laughing so hard I almost died.

9. What do you like to do when you’re having a hard time mentally that invariably calms you down?

Really depends of the kind of situation and if It's triggered by something or just a longer period of time feeling in a certain way. The is no a magic trick, but some things might be helpful. When It's concrete situation, at first, when the feelings are really intense, then I just can't calm down. Every try to do so, has a reverse effect. Like, I CAN'T THE FUCK CALM DOWN and It makes me even more angry. Brain needs about 20 min to chill, if It's not triggered, so It's better to be left alone and just go mad a little until brain will have enough haha. Have a good cry, listen to some music, have a lonely walk, write my feelings down etc.

I like to listen to Teal Swan on youtube. She's a spiritual teacher. I know, It might not sound encouragingly, but she actually seems very down to earth. She has a video about like, every emotion and every problem ever. She's very good in naming feelings, rationalizing them and It makes you feel more understood. And It calms me down as result. ASMR doesn't work for me, but I remember that at some point I liked to listen to sounds of the nature, like rain, waves etc + guided meditation to fall asleep.

Music always helps in general - listening, playing guitar, singing. I also like to take an oil and do a face massage. I'm really sorry if I sound like an instagram influencer 🤢, but when you feel bad for a longer time, you frown and there is a tention in your jaw, it can be really relieving. I follow instructional videos on yt.

When I have a longer period of going into downward spiral, then every way to distract my brain is good - TV shows, internet content that is not related to my life situation (although, sometimes It's good to distance yourself from social media), for example, I like criminal podcasts, cause they are occupying enough to distract a miserable brain, meeting somebody, going to a place I've never been before. + any kind of shedule, reason to leave the house, any goal, anything positive to look forward to and having even the simplest things done, is a blessing (even if sometimes It's the last thing I wanna do). I also tend to be much sadder in the evening, so I just go to sleep. When nothing works, then It's time for the professional help.

10. Do you have a favourite holiday memory?

Discovering Cocteau Twins.

Best regards if u actually read all that chatter, but those questions were so interesting, that I couldn't limit myself to one sentence answer (in most cases).

My questions are:

1. Who or what was the most influential for your music taste?

2. If you could time travel, where and when would you like to go first?

3. If you could be someone from an opposite gender for a day, how would you like to look like and what would you do?

4. Do you have a style icon/inspiration? Or a favourite designer? Desribe your dream clothing style

5. What's the song by a band/artist from your country that you could recommend? (From your hometown or state eventually)

6. What is the most rebellious thing you've ever done?

7. Has ever something in your life happened, that you coudn't explain with logic?

8. What 5 objects someone could use to summon you?

9. What is your favourite name from your culture's language? And outside your culture's language?

10. What's a song you normally wouldn't admit you like or different from music that you usually listen, but still enjoy?

I tag: @winterdryad @bowiepop @nightmare @confusion-in-the-sea-of-sorrow @l0w-budget @numberoneblind @mirandasinclairs @mysticbride @leperwitch @comeacrossthedesertnoshoeson @hexafu @mielmelancolie @arcane-delight

#don't reblog this or any of my personal posts please #and thank you

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relish-the-freezing-silence · 4 years ago

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I have never done a matchup before so bear with me. I'm a (minor) 5'4" aro/ace African American girl with short dark curly hair and purple glasses. My personality type is ISFP and my Hogwarts house is Hufflepuff [fuck what pottermore says I am and forever will be a hufflepuff >:(] I'm more of a "mom friend" in my group of buddies and absolutely adore giving physical affection. My hobbies include listening to music, reading fanfiction, and watching tiktoks. I like sweet and savory foods, comedy, and other people being happy. However I dislike bullies, spicy food, and scraping metal noises. I have a hard time expressing my negative emotions with other people so I usually cover it with a nonchalant attitude or funny jokes. When it comes to people being rude to me or my friends I'm blunt and sarcastic. While I don't like bragging, when I do so I usually do it out of a want for validation and a confidence boost. Uhhh lemme know if you need anything else???? Keep doing what you do and make sure you take breaks 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Haha, don’t worry! Sometimes my writing is incoherent and somehow, I figure what’s going on, so I’m sure I’ll be able to manage this XD

ALsO, I am so sorry this took so long T^T

Life and literally everything got in the way and I’ve only had time to finish it off now…I tried to make it longer to make up for it, but it’s still not that long

ashdfklashdlf, I’m just so sorry, but now that it’s here, I hope you enjoy it!

I match you with…Kaminari Denki!

(HECKIN TUMBLR WONT LET ME INSERT A GIF OR IMAGE???)

- You guys will definitely hit it off as friends. You’re both friendly and funny and will get along so well :)

- He’ll be the one to ask you out, and it’ll come pretty suddenly. He wouldn’t really hide the fact that he has a crush, but no one ever knows when he’s going to act on them, since he tries to hit on so many girls.

- He’ll just suddenly one day be like:

- “Hey, um, ya wanna go out with me?”

- No context.

- You won’t even be on the topic of dating or anything like that. Just…boom.

- If you show any signs of being taken aback, he’ll probably go into an explanation of why he likes you. It’ll probably be really sweet, and he’ll have so many reason.

- He’ll think that your curly hair is adorable, and loves seeing it bounce around whenever you walk. He’ll love playing with it as well when you’re cuddling. He’ll twirl his fingers with the grain (is that what it’s called with hair?!) of your hair absentmindedly if he can.

- He’ll probably convince you at least once to straighten it and will absolutely gush at how pretty you look.

- YAS, Hufflepuff buddies (you can’t convince me he isn’t a Hufflepuff).

- He definitely needs someone like a mum to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid and reckless. You gotta make sure you slap some sense into him when he’s being impulsive XD

- He is literally the king of physical affection and absolutely craves it. Nearly at all times, he’ll have some part of him on you. Whether it be an arm around your waist or a hand on your shoulder, he’ll always be near you.

- That sounds kinda creepy, but it’s just how he is, okay?

- He’ll definitely sit with you, cuddling, of course, while you watch some random-ass tiktoks on his for you page, because he watches the weirdest things. Don’t comment, though, the guy probably doesn’t even realise it’s weird.

- You two will definitely spend hours listening to music while you study, read, cuddle, or literally anything. Kaminari can vibe to any music, so he honestly doesn’t mind what genre/s you listen to.

- With my limited understanding of MBTI’s, I’m pretty sure that Kaminari is an ENFP, and I’m fairly certain that ISFP’s and them can get along really well. While ENFP’s look for meaningful connections with people, ISFP’s are more in the moment, and that can help the ENFP be more grounded.

- He’ll take you out on street food dates, and he’ll buy all the sweet and savory foods you point at. Though, don’t expect to get any gifts from him in the next month. Whenever he goes out with you, he can’t help but treat you and will end up blowing all his money in one outing XD

- He thinks he’s the pinnacle of comedy and will be constantly be cracking jokes. He’ll often laugh at his own, and his snort/laugh will probably be funny that the actual joke.

- But in all seriousness, he loves comedy as well, and will absolutely watch shows late into the night. If there’s any live shows nearby, he’ll probably book tickets without telling you and surprising you with them like, two days before the show XD

- You two will have so many times when your stomachs are on the verge of exploding from laughing so hard for so long. It’ll definitely get to the point at least once where you have to get icepacks/heat packs because the pain gets too much, but Kaminari will still be giggling all the way through.

- He’ll really admire how much you care about other people and want to see them happy. He really looks up to that and will always want to be like you.

- Kaminari probably covers his hurt with jokes and the such as well, so it’s good to have someone with you that knows how and when people do that. You’re both a people person, so it’ll help to have someone like you with things like emotions. You’ll definitely bond over that trait, and it’ll help bring you guys closer, probably.

- He won’t be pushy with your feelings, and he knows you won’t be either.

- Bruh, this guy hates bullies as well, and though he may not be the best with words and will struggle in a physical fight, he’ll stand up to any that even consider picking on you.

- He’ll find it hilarious how blunt and sarcastic you are, such a dramatic change from how you are normally, and he’ll have to hold back a snort whenever you say something particularly dry to the rude person. He’ll absolutely congratulate you afterwards and you guys will laugh about it later on.

- You literally don’t need to even think about asking for validation and support. This guy will already be all over you, and when he notices you doing something even slightly good, he’ll be showering you with love and praise.

- Though, he’s also a validation seeker, so you may need to do the same for him XD

- I actually headcanon Kaminari to have a minor form of anxiety, so he’d understand what it’s like to have low confidence-levels. He’ll be really good when trying to give you confidence boosts as well, since he can literally see everything amazing and beautiful about you. He’ll find it easy to pick them out and bring it to the light when you most need it.

- He’s still an attention whore, though, so you better be giving him praise and love as well.

- You guys are basically known as the couple that are literally all over each other, but everyone is secretly jealous of your intimacy and ability to get along well.

A quote I think your relationship would match:

“I will keep on loving you until eternity comes to make me love you more.” ~ Munia Khan

I hope you like this matchup~

//Requests are CLOSED! (but they should be opening back up soon since I’ve finally climbed out of the slump and mostly back on top of things! :D)

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