#i need to close the door its getting so cold inside rn
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god this sucks. like im glad i can finally get rid of all this stuff but tidying is mostly just hard because i have a lot of stuff to put away and not enough space or boxes for it and i just sort of dont know where to put the stuff im done with at.
decisions arent too hard its more difficult when i dont know if i wanna keep stuff or not and i keep going back and forth on it. like yeah sure i Like the thing but do i want to keep it just for that reason? does it have any function beyond looking nice? does it make hobbies or housekeeping easier? i do i really wanna carry it around when i move? where do i put it when i dont use it? can i live without it? do i think ill find stuff i like better than this? is it sentimental and does it evoke any good memories at all or do i get sad looking at it and feel guilty getting rid of it? would i notice i dont own it anymore? did i even remember i had it?
its worse w furniture cus i cant just move or pile stuff up as easily. theres also not much i want to bring. red couch, two identical funky dressers, a desk, a planter, and other than that i have nothing in particular i want. maybe the tv stand, a shelf on wheels and an office chair too but honestly idfk. i havent really used those in a while so do i really wanna bribg them when i dont even know what ill use them for?? i def DO wanna bring my coffee table its v nice and grandpa made it but its rly big
ill need some new stuff, like a bed so i dont have to sleep in the one ive had since i was 12, and a dresser for clothes, a closet for other junk, and ideally a different tv stand with space for my art supples and some dvds and books, and a nightstand. thats about it. so theres just a lot to consider
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JJK Men when you forget your umbrella
INCLUDING: Yuji and Megumi
TW: Idk for this one. Rain?
NOT EDITED OKAY, IM SORRY.
▪︎Yuji▪︎
It was raining heavily and you and Yuji were standing outside the entrance of Jujutsu high undercover. It was before class ended that rain began to pour down. You looked down into your bag and noticed that the compartment with your umbrella in it was empty. Crap. The rain only got harder and time went on leading you to now. You looked over at Yuji who was already looking at you.
"Forgot your umbrella too?" Yuji asked
"Yeah" you sighed in annoyance. you just waited to get back to your dorm and sleep before tomorrows base ball battle against Kyoto Jujutsu high.
"So you gonna run it?" Yuji asked looking out. The rain was so hard you almost missed what he said.
"No way, I'll just have to wait it out" you said trying to make out the path infront of you that being flooded by water.
"20 MINUTES?" Yuji suddenly yelled making you turn your head to him.
"ITS GOING TO KEEP RAINING FOR 20 MINUTES" He said looking away from his phone.
Honestly this was the last thing you needed. Your hair was slightly damp from the wind blowing the rain your way and you looked down only to see water pouring at your feet, getting your shoes wet. Yuji followed you gaze looking down at your shoes.
"Lets go inside" He said grabbing you bag out of your hand and holding the door open for you.
You walked in and Yuji followed behind into your class room. you sat at your desk and laid hunched over. You hear the rain hit the roof so hard you thought the roof would break. Then the sound of a desk being moved filled the room. Yuji sat down right next to you and put the back of his had on your forehead.
"Are you okay?" he asked
You paused before responding.
"Y...yeah I'm just tiered and a little cold you said."
Yuji leaned down to your face and gave you a quick peak on the lips. You immediately didn't feel cold anymore.
"Your right your lips are freezing" he said as he took off jacket and put it over your shoulders guiding your head onto his shoulder.
"You should probably get some rest" He said watching your eyes flutter closed.
Little did you know that in the front pocket of Yuji's bag was his umbrella he seemingly 'forgot'
~Megumi~
You guys got off at the train stop and headed to the exit only to realise that it was pouring down rain and it was not slowing down now. Megumi reached in his bag and got out his umbrella. Of course he was prepared for everything. But when you reached into your bag you realised your umbrella was missing. You kept rummaging through your bag thinking you might have misplaced it and it got lost in there, but really you knew it want in there. Megumi opened his umbrella and looked down at you going through your bag.
"Did you forget your umbrella?" He asked
"I could have sworn that it was in here!" you said still looking.
"Is it in there?"
"No" you sighed taking your arm out of your bag in annoyance.
"You go ahead I'll wait the rain out."
He paused, the rain was so loud you almost missed what he said next.
"We can...share the umbrella" He said looking the other way, avoiding your gaze.
"Really? I mean if you don't mind. But I can always wait it can't rain for to long"
The rain fell harder in that moment.
"No it's okay, we're going to the same place anyway"
You stood under the umbrella with him shoulder to shoulder.
Only after 15 minutes you guys made it to Jujutsu high. Your socks were totally soaked, but otherwise you were completely dry.
When you got to the entrance Megumi ran inside without even saying anything. You were confused as you slowly entered the building only to hear Yuji yell from the class room.
"MEGUMI?!? YOUR SOAKING, DID YOU FORGET YOUR UMBRELLA OR SOMETHING?"
"SHUT UP" He yelled back.
THANKS FOR READING ♡
AUTHORS NOTE: UGH IM SORRY MEGUMIS ONE WASNT AS ROMANTIC- WELL IT WAS BUT THERE WASN'T THAT MUCH PDA.
Anyway I'm making a part 2 rn with Gojo and Nanami, so hang around if you want that. Thanks for reading.
EDIT: Psstttt I finished part 2 and its right hereee
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Kiss me under the milky twilight
Masterlist
(From the 6th to 30th April, I am having a mini 100 follower milestone event!)
Tags: Scaramouche x GN!reader, modern au, fluff Summary: Where Scaramouche celebrates Valentine's day with you, even if he's late.
Scaramouche pushes his glasses up while blinking tiredly. Not even the 10th cup of coffee can keep him up for any longer. The file and its blinking mouse begin to look like they are taunting him to no end with the tall pile of paperwork sitting beside him. He lets his forehead hit the desk with a ‘thunk’ while his eyelids shut under their own weight. The moment he is about to drift to dreamland, his own alarm wakes him up. Scaramouche looks at the clock on his cursed computer and is shocked awake. Fuck, he hasn’t prepared anything for you! It is already 23:00 on the 14th! He was supposed to buy the chocolate for you before the last store closed but of course his dumbass boss just had to dump more work on him. ‘You’re a great asset.’ He calls bullshit but he still needs money to buy you your favorite things. He groans. No matter how mean or rude he may act, he has never forgotten to buy you gifts on Valentine’s and any other occasion you like to participate in.
Scaramouche stands up abruptly, puts on his coat, grabs his wallet and clocks out. It’s okay to be late, he thinks, as long as he can get to you before the end of the day, even if there is only an hour left. At this time, only a convenience store would be open so he runs to the nearby Family Mart and looks at the various options under the clerk’s judging stare. And he understands because who even rushes to buy chocolate in a convenience store at 23:00?? Scaramouche looks at the many flavors before picking your usual favorite dark chocolate. He also quickly grabs your favorite tea, pays for them both and makes a dash for your shared home.
You stand on your balcony, fiddling with the little plant that you got from the local fair boredly. Scaramouche knows how early you often go to sleep so he would always go back on time but this is the first time you had to wait for him for so long. Even the fancy dinner you made got cold in the meantime. You pout and push against the succulent’s leaves until you hear rapid footsteps and the gate unlocking. You run down the stairs quickly, opening the door and bumping right into his chest in the front yard. Scaramouche huffs at your excitement despite his heartbeat increasing like a teenage boy in love. He shoves the gifts he got into your hands, “Sorry for being late. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow with something better.” You grins and hugs him tightly, “Don’t worry about that, just come inside. My gift is in the fridge, waiting for you, love.” He holds you tight and kisses you deeply, mumbling against your soft lips adoringly, “What will I ever do without you…”
A/N: This is kinda rushed and the ending is weird but happy Valentine's day~ i'll be suffering for 8hrs later but it ain't important rn Taglist: @amyminhminh (comment if you want to be tagged in future scara x reader posts <3)
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Parfum d’étoile - episode fourty-one
scaramouche x reader smau
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You weren’t late this time.
You were in front of your door gripping the fabric of your clothes in one hand and holding your phone in the other, waiting for him to text.
You turned your phone off then right back on to check the time.
3:32pm
Scaramouche’s classes ended at 3 and he texted you to let you know he’d stop by his dorm room to change but he was awfully long.
You started to think he might’ve stood you up and that you looked utterly stupid standing there.
As you started thinking that, he suddenly texted.
You could only see so much of the text on the notification that was displayed on your screen but you could read the words
‘Sorry, lots of things happened so I’m not…’
Your stomach dropped and you didn’t even want to read the rest of the text message but you were way too curious to not do so.
‘Sorry lots of things happened so i’m not gonna be able to pick u up rn but i’ll be there in less than 20 i swear’
You sighed in relief and your thumbs flew over your keyboard to text back.
´Dpn’t start a rext like tjat beo u scaref me… its finr tho i was gonba be late 2 neways.´
That was a lie.
´Good i feel less bad now’
He added a crying emoji at the end of his sentence, something out of character for him. You couldn’t tell if it was supposed to express relief or if he was making fun of you.
The cold air made your fingers shaky and it made it hard to type correctly but he didn’t seem to pay any mind to that.
You’ve been standing outside for almost 40 minutes now. The weather was awful and it even looked like rain would start pouring at any moment now. You felt like moving from your spot would be like giving up on him like standing in lines for something you’ve been waiting for all week and then chickening out and leaving your spot out of weakness but you got tired of standing there and sent him a text before even thinking about it.
‘Hey uh i’m not feeling that good laybe we should cancel ?’
You regretted it as soon as you sent it but he already read it so it was too late to unsend
‘? Are you sure??
You closed your phone as soon as you saw his reply, not wanting to answer or to face what you did but you realised he would see the read sign and that there was no getting out of this one.
‘Nvm i can manage haha!! I just need to take a pill i’ll be good’
You lied again.
Scaramouche replied almost immediately.
‘If you’re not feeling well we can do that another day i wouldn’t want to force you’
You clenched your jaw. You never understood his mood swing, how he could clown you one second then be the most caring person you’ve met the next it was almost annoying.
‘It’s okay!! I’m already ready anyways i wouldn’t want to waste a good outfit lmao’
Now it was your turn to use a crying emoji, still not sure of what it was supposed to express.
‘Ok :(‘
You chuckled at the frowny face. That too was out of character.
After ten minutes, there were still no sight of him.
You felt like every person that walked passed knew what situation you were in and were just pitying you and god it made you feel like shit.
Maybe waiting at home would’ve been smarter.
Just as you thought that a car you recognised pulled up.
You got up abruptly, opened the door in one swift movement and threw yourself on the passager seat without even looking at who was inside the vehicle.
You let yourself sink into the seat, sighing happily as the warm air hit your skin. And just as you thought you couldn’t get more comfortable you heard his voice
"Hey, so sorry i’m late i hope you didn’t have to wait for too long." Scaramouche said
You finally looked at him for the first time today
He was wearing black baggy pants but you couldn’t tell which top he decided to put on because of the coat covering it.
"It’s fine don’t worry. ‘Was just a bit cold."
"I have a jacket in the back, do you want to borrow it ?"
"Yeah i’d love to!"
He reached for the back seat without looking and pulled out a white jacket.
He handed it to you without a word and put his hand back on the steering wheel when you took it from his hands.
You put it on quickly and felt a tad bit disappointed when you recognise Kazuha’s signature cologne on it.
It wasn’t Scaramouche’s.
" So ? Where are we going ?" He said, finally breaking the silence
"Uhmm I’m not sure anymore… Do you want to go to the aquarium ?"
"Uh sure if that’s what you want"
"You don’t really seem enthusiastic."
"Fishes aren’t my thing to be honest, but if they’re yours…"
"What’s your thing then ?"
"I don’t know."
You let out a long sigh
"You’re not helping me ! Just pick a place and we’ll go !"
"You were the one that was supposed to plan it ! Why do I have to choose ?!"
God you forgot how annoying he could be.
"Ok, ok. What about the zoo ?"
"It’s like an hour drive, though…"
"The arcade ??"
"I don’t have any coins."
"The museum ?"
"It’s a bit boring isn’t it ?"
"Ok just kill yourself." You let out a sound that could only be described as a growl "where do you want to go ?"
"Anywhere is fine" he stopped the car engine realising that decided where to go was going to take longer than intended
"Anywhere is not fine ! You don’t like any of my suggestions."
"I mean, yeah they suck but if you want to go then we’ll go. Everything is fine if you’re here."
"Don’t try to romance me, asshole ! My suggestions are great !"
"I already went to all those places a thousand times so it’s not really interesting frankly."
You mumbled an almost inaudible ‘sorry rich boy’ before sighing for the thousandth time
"What about that library/coffee shop at the mall ? They opened like a week ago."
He turned to look at you so fast you thought he’d snap his neck
"They’re open?! Why didn’t you tell me that before ?! Let’s go !" He said restarting the car.
★
You took a seat at one of the few tables that were in place at the back of the library.
You hoped to use that face to face moment to talk to Scaramouche more before having to tell him that you like him even thought you don’t know him as much as you wish you did.
But that hope quickly died down when you saw that he did everything but stay in place.
He seemed to love books more than anything because he was going from aisle to aisle grabbing some of them so that he could read the back and either putting them back where they belong or nesting them under his arm.
After 20 minutes of that he sat down in front of you, pushed his cup aside and put down the 7 books he had picked up.
Some were novels, some were mangas, some were comics. The genre also seemed to be very different from one book to another.
"I’m so happy they restocked, i’m going to read all of them as fast as possible." He said, taking a sip of his coffee and making a funny face when he realised it was now lukewarm.
"So… you like books, eh ?" You laughed, not finding anything else to say to start a conversation
"Yeah, books are great."
"What’s your favourite ?"
He leaned even more into the backrest of his chair
"Uhm… if i had to say one it would probably be…"
He clicked his tongue not really knowing what to answer
"Oh ! The house of leaves is a super cool one ! I love it !" He exclaimed in a ‘obviously why didn’t i think of that one before’ voice.
"Oh really ? I never heard of it i should check it out."
"What’s your favourite ?"
"Uhm… I don’t really know"
He nodded.
If the entirety of the date was going to be this way, it was going to feel painfully awkward.
★
The walk back to the car was awkward as well even after the many attempts that both of you had at making conversation.
Scaramouche looked as good as ever even though he still didn’t discard of his coat and you were dying to see what was underneath and what kind of outfit he managed to pull together this time.
While in the parking lot, you noticed a few people staring at him and it almost made you feel proud.
"You feeling ok ?" He asked as soon as the car doors closed " you shouldn’t have forced yourself to come if you were feeling bad."
"I’m fine. It’s fine." You sighed "i’m fine."
"The more you say it the less i believe you." He laid his palm against your forehead "well, you don’t feel hot so that’s great." His hand traveled from your forehead to your cheek.
´If you keeps touching you like that, I might start feeling hot.´ you thought but didn’t dare to say out loud.
He looked at your eyes then your lips then your eyes again and you hoped to God he’d just kiss you but instead he took his hand off your face and rested his head back into the car seat headrest.
"So ? Where are we going next ?"
"Uhm…" you checked the time. It was already pushing 8pm "we could go eat."
"Sure that’s fine by me. Where ?"
"I’ll let you pick" you said trying to sound gentlemanly but knowing it was only because you had no idea what to pick and judging by his face, you didn’t fool him.
"We could go to a japanese restaurant."
"Don’t you already eat japanese at home ? It’s a bit boring for you isn’t it ?"
"It’s fine i haven’t had it in a while and i miss it. I’m doing this for me mostly."
You knew he was lying.
"I saw some leftovers when i went over, though ? If you want me to try it just say so." You teased
All he did was hum before starting the car engine."
★
Unlike what you expected, you weren’t face to face with him but instead sitting next to each other at a sushi bar.
"I haven’t had sushi in forever." You clapped your hands, excited for the huge free meal you were about to get.
"I could eat those forever, i’ll never get tired."
You downed the 4 makis you grabbed on the moving tray as soon as they were in front of you.
Before you could even grab something else, a green plate of three tempura was gently placed on top of the plate you just cleaned.
"Are you trying to shut me up ?"
"How’d you guess ?" He smirked half jokingly. "Try those next"
"If you insist !"
You took a bite out of it but before you could have a second one you suddenly felt like somebody was looking at you.
"What ? Were you planning on eating those or something ?" You didn’t have to stare back at him to know that it was his eyes that were gazing at you.
"No, no."
You took a second bite but almost choked when you felt his cold palm on your cheek.
You pulled away startled and uncomfortable by the sudden cold.
"What’s your deal, dude ?" You said, feeling your face heating up.
"Just checkin’ to see if you felt less warm than earlier."
"You said I didn’t feel warm at all earlier."
He looked away staring down at the plate of sushi he helped himself to previously
"Checking to see if it feel warmer then, i guess."
"God, you’ll be the death of me one day."
★
"You should take me out more often."
"Just so you can use me and drain my finances ? No way, i’m never doing this again."
You were leaning against the car, trying your best not to cough as the smoke from the cigarette Scaramouche lit made it’s way through your nostrils.
He seemed to noticed, telling you at least five time that if the smell was bothering you, he could open up the car and you could enjoy all the clean air you wanted but you so desperately wanted to stay close to him.
"Do you smoke a lot ?"
Scaramouche brought the cigarette to his lips, nestling it between them before inhale deeply. He brought it back to his side before releasing the breath he was holding, creating a cloud of fog in front of him.
He took so long to answer you thought he didn’t hear
"Not really. Tonight’s just a great night for a smoke." He finally said.
"How so ?"
He turned and glanced at you before looking up to the sky.
"The sun is setting, the sky is a mix of purple and orange, we’re in an empty parking lot talking about trivial stuff, it’s a friday night. It’s great for a smoke."
You giggled "When did you become so poetic ?"
He sat down, back against the driver’s side door and you did the same.
He put his cigarette out on the floor and rested his head on your shoulder.
"Are you tired ?" You asked, trying to stop your voice from cracking
"Yeah. Just a bit. Do you want to go anywhere else ?"
"No, not today."
Silence installed itself, a non awkward one this time. Only the sound of the wind let itself be heard and the few screams and giggles from the skatepark not too far.
"I love you, kuni."
He straightened up instantly
"What ?"
"I think I do ? Have feelings for you, I mean. I’m pretty certain."
"Wait… Huh ??"
You got up before he could even make sense of the situation
"Today was nice. I live not too far so i’ll walk. Thank you for driving me around." If you had the guts you would’ve kissed his forehead
You fled before he even had the chance to speak.
Extras !
• car seat headrest reference
• "erm i don’t like sushi 🤓☝️" WELL TOO BAD 👎👎
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Hello. I was wondering if you could make a platonic Jing Yuan story with the reader being his child and but they ended up running away because they keep messing things up and it takes awhile but a few months later the reader suddenly returned to the Loufu and Jing Yuan saw this as an opportunity to talk the reader so he could finally apologize. (If this is too much or you don't do requests at the moment that's completely understandable)
"Your perfect just the way you are"
-Reader: They/them + no gender implied -He/him for Jing Yuan
Requested: No/Yes
Warnings: If you squint and turn 360 you can see I slightly projected myself into the reader but don't worry its all a-okay! (っ^▿^) Disclamer: Characters personality, looks, ect may be different from canon due to either hc or author has just forgotten.
A/N: I am so so sorry this took so long, (╥﹏╥) I'm very busy rn because end of school is almost here aka prime test weeks, but I had so much fun on this and I hope you like it! Also I didn't color the names this time just to see if you guys would like it better like that!
^ Made by me
Being the generals kid you had a type of "special treatment" some would call it, you weren't spoiled you just got to be with your dad whenever he was in his office or training with yanqing, you also got treated with kindness and got special items from people around the loufu.
With all this special treatment you figured you should repay their kindness by doing little chores to help out others, but no matter what you did you would always end up messing things up...you couldn't understand why you always messed up, what where you doing wrong? it wasn't even big things but you still messed them up, everyone always forgave you and said that its okay to mess up sometimes but this wasn't sometimes, it was everytime!
Jing Yuan was always understanding and there for you everytime you made a mistake, talking to you and being there when you needed him, if you where having a very bad day he would drop everything just to be there and comfort you, but even then that wasn't enough to stop you.
Jing Yuan was finishing some work so he could go train with Yanjing while you watched when the doors to his office slammed open, revealing a gaurd, already knowing something was wrong he stood up quickly "general, [Name] is missing" just a few simple words made his blood run cold, he soon collecting himself and ordered the gaurd to get the others and to start searching the loufu, when the gaurd left Jing Yuan stood there and tried to think, did you run away? where you taken? where were you...
It has been a few months ever sense you went missing and Jing Yuan wasn't taken it well, restless nights was shown in his eyebags and messy hair, drowning himself in paperwork to help with the pain of his missing child, everyone was concerned for the general but understood his situation.
Jing Yuan was finishing his work when the doors to his office squeaked open, he looked up slightly expecting a gaurd or someone to give him more work, what he wasn't expecting was to see you...his missing child standing infront of the doors, he quickly rubbed his eyes thinkign you where a hallucination when infact you where not, you where real and you where back in one piece. He quickly stood up and ran to you before engulfing you in the biggest hug ever, making sure you where never leaving him ever again.
After your renunine you told him you ran away because you always messed up in the most simplest things and that you thought you where useless due to messing up so many times, after telling him all that Jing Yuan lookewd heart broken that you felt all this and kept it bottled up inside, he gently held you close to him and whispered to you in the most lovinly tone,
"Your perfect just the way you are"
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Pretty in the Moonlight
Thomas Jefferson x reader
Summary; just missing your boyfriend and him missing you
Warnings; broken glass, cheesy Thomas
Words; idkk
I wrote this forever ago
Requests are welcome and encouraged!
Baby😘
y’know ur rly pretty, we should go out sometime
r u high again
highly in love with u
u do the cutest things
like what
exist
I smiled at my phone as I sat on my couch. I stared at what my boyfriend of almost a year said to me, happiness blooming in my heart. My phone dinged as another message came through.
Sick Boi 🤒🤧
are you texting him rn
like currently
?
wha
thomas, r u texting thomas rn
yes
dude he’s smiling at his phone mad hard rn
stop, my heart
i’m not kidding he’s smiling so much
I shut my phone off and squealed, kicking my legs into the air. Fast footsteps came down the hall to reveal the youngest Schuyler sister.
“What is it? What happened?” She asked quickly.
“Come here,” I motioned her over as her sister came behind her. Peggy sat next to me whereas Angelica and Eliza stood behind the couch, peering over our shoulders.
I opened my phone to show them the texts. Big smiles grew on their faces as they read Thomas’ texts, and then Peggy started squealing when she read James’.
“Oh my god, y/n, Jeffersons in love with you,” Angelica commented with a big smile.
“By the looks of it the feeling is reciprocated as well,” Eliza teased and I smiled, hiding my red face in my sweater paws.
Thomas’ sweater. I remember when he purposely ordered it a size too big for him (for my bigger girls who think they won’t fit into his sweatshirt, don’t sweat it, he needs bigger sizes for his big muscles and he likes his sweatshirts big on him as well, don’t worry about that my loves, body positivity) so it’d be baggy on me.
“Omg, you should go see him!” Peggy said excitedly, “When was the last time you left the dorm? You’ve been so busy studying, you haven’t had time to see him. He’s probably so emo about it,” She said quickly and I laughed.
“Okay, I’ll go see him,” I stood from the couch as the sisters dispersed and walked to my room. I put on a pair of sweatpants over my shorts because it was cold outside, and just slipped my slides over my socks. The combo might look horrible but it’s so comfortable.
I stepped out of the door, immediately shivering at the cold night air as I closed it. I could see my breath in the air as I looked at the moon and the stars, slightly smiling at the sight before my eyes. I truly am grateful it’s a sight I get the privilege to see anytime when the clouds aren’t out and concealing its beauty. The leaves on the trees sang as the wind passed through them, every once in a while a leaf would fall, signaling that winter was coming soon.
As I neared Thomas’ dorm room I heard voices inside, the dumbest thing the school’s done was put Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton in the same dorm room. I went up to the door and decided to silently walk in instead of knocking. The boys were arguing in the living room area of the dorm as James was trying not to have a coughing fit on the couch and Aaron was sitting at the island holding his head in his hands. John was nowhere to be found so I assumed he was next door with Laf and Hercules.
I silently walked over to the fridge, waving to Aaron who immediately noticed I was there. I grabbed a glass from the drying mat and quietly pulled the milk from the fridge, I barely paid attention to the fight that was happening as I poured my milk. I turned around and walked towards the island but tripped over something, in an attempt to not step on whatever I tripped on, I dropped the glass of milk. The glass shattered against the ground, successfully catching the attention of everyone in the room.
I gave them a sheepish smile, “Hi?”
“Darlin’, when did you get here?” Thomas asked, frozen in place.
“Like, two minutes ago. Now, where is the broom?”
Aaron pointed to the corner where the trash can was and I nodded as a silent thank you. Before I got the broom, I bent down and picked up the culprit for the tripping. John’s turtle.
“Here, I’ll put him in his enclosure,” Aaron offered and I smiled at him, handing the turtle over to him.
I went to get the broom, but Thomas ran and beat me there.
“Let me get that for you.” He said and I rolled my eyes, grabbing onto the broom, but he didn’t let go.
“Thomas, I made the mess.”
“It’s my dorm, and I’m stronger than you. I win."
I rolled my eyes again and defiantly let go. I began searching for a rag to clean the milk up with as he swept up the glass. Alexander threw something at me and I smiled at the rag in my hands.
“Thanks, dickhead.”
“Anytime, asshole."
After Thomas swept the glass I quickly wiped up the milk. Once I put the rag in the sink arms immediately wrapped around my waist.
“Hello, baby." I said quietly with a smile.
“I missed you.” He whispered in my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“I’ve missed you too, my love.”
“I wanna go on a walk with you,” He mumbled.
“Okay, let’s go.” I gently unwrapped his arms from my waist and he reluctantly left my side to slip his shoes on.
Once he put them on he opened the door and gestured for me to exit. I did and he followed after me, quietly closing the door so as to not wake anyone. He held my cold hand, warming it up as we walked.
We walked in silence until we sat on a bench, looking up at the moon.
It was quiet until his voice cut through the air.
“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?”
I looked at him beside me and smiled, “No, no one has ever told me that. And that's really cheesy.”
He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear (if you have long enough hair for that), “Shame on them. You’re so beautiful in the moonlight. And I love cheese so that's okay.”
“As are you, Thomas, and yes, cheese is delicious.” I responded as his face neared mine.
Our lips met in a soft kiss, his hand touched my cheek. My heart’s rhythm synced with his and our lips moved together perfectly, his thumb gently caressed my cheek, and my arm wrapped around the back of his neck. We pulled back for air, our foreheads resting against each other.
“I love you so much, mon amour.” He whispered.
“I love you too.” I whispered back with a smile.
#thomas jefferson#thomas jeffershit#thomas jefferson x reader#hamilton#hamilton x reader#alexander hamilton#aaron burr#james madison#schuyler sisters#aanoia
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pairing: idol!seungcheol x gn!reader rating: M wc: 2.9k summary: you're asexual and proud, and have been for a while. so why does seeing ace pride posts sometimes churn something within you? or, the one where reader talks about where/if their asexuality and trauma intersect. warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced sexual childhood abuse, (these things are only talked about in the vaguest sense but please be careful), anxiety, mentions of acephobic family members tags: asexuality, asexual reader, established relationship, dialogue-heavy, emotional hurt/comfort a/n: this is a rewrite of a fic i wrote for a bts queer introspections fic fest, and i want to preface this by saying everyone's journey with asexuality is different and the one reflected here is based purely on my own personal journey. if any of you struggle with any of the same thoughts/questions reader does, that I do, i hope this can remind you that you're not alone 💜
jimbo the himbo @spaceace9393
just a friendly reminder: asexuality is a valid identity. it's not any kind of disorder, and it has nothing to do with disability, or trauma, or mental illness. we are not sick, or broken, or in need of "fixing.” we're just people who don't experience sexual attraction, that's it.
You stare at the tweet for a long, long time. Long enough that your phone screen dims before shutting off entirely, leaving you with only your reflection for company.
Your chest feels... you're not sure how to describe it, exactly. It might be a little bit like when you accidentally clogged the bathroom sink the other day — like there's something cold and murky sloshing around inside your lungs, bits of feelings you can't quite name sinking down to rest on something that's been building unseen for a while now.
Closing your eyes, you breathe in, slow and deep, and then release a shaky exhale. Your fingers start tap-tap-tapping away on your thigh as you realize that you kind of, maybe, really want to talk to someone right now.
You have your kakaotalk app open between one blink and the next.
you
cheollie? are u still at one of the hybe studios?
cheollie 🧡
yeah i'm still here not working on anything too important rn tho so you can swing by if you want i have extra ramyeon packs that soonyoung dropped off they're the spicy kind you like
You can't help but smile softly to yourself. Even though the anxiety of what you want to talk about makes your heart race, you don't think you'll ever stop being endeared by Choi Seungcheol.
you
cheollie ur the best ily ❤️ see u soon ~
cheollie 🧡
love you too ❤️
You quickly throw on your comfiest hoodie, threadbare and fraying at the seams, and you make your way over to the Hybe building. You also stop at a convenience store on the way, grabbing a canned coffee for each of you because you're a good partner like that.
By the time you get to the door of the studio, though, what little confidence you'd built up for yourself starts to fizzle out, replaced by the anxiety simmering on low just beneath your skin. The confusing feelings are still sloshing around inside your chest, so much so that you think about knocking even though you haven't knocked in months — not since Seungcheol started texting you the code of whatever studio he was working in at the time.
Groaning to yourself, you smack the edge of your phone against your forehead a few times before quickly punching in the code and opening the door before you can talk yourself out of it.
Seungcheol is slouched comically in the chair, head so low it's practically leaning against the armrest as his socked feet rest propped up on any empty corner of the desk. The computer's wireless keyboard is cradled against his chest and stomach, keys down, and he's using its smooth back as a makeshift mousepad. ...To play Solitaire of all things, you realize.
You stand there, just blinking for a moment as you process the image in front of you. He looks so stupid and cute and you can't help the grin that pushes against your cheeks.
"Cheol," you giggle. "What the fuck."
"Shhhhhhhh..." Seungcheol's eyes don't leave the monitor. "Don't question the process."
You snort as you finally close the door and walk over to set his canned coffee on the desk, on the opposite side his feet are propped up.
"What process?" You stand over him, folding your arms across your chest as you try to keep a straight face. Raising an eyebrow at his posture, you ask, "The one where you turn into a slouchy slug?"
"Hey!" Seungcheol swings the keyboard into your hip like he's trying to chop down a tree, making you double over even as you start giggling. "I am not a slug, how dare you!"
You just laugh louder and playfully shove his chair away from the desk. He yelps in surprise as his feet suddenly fall to the floor and he nearly topples over, and then he turns the full force of his pout upon you.
"I can't believe my very own partner is trying to kill me," he laments. "What did I do to deserve such betrayal? Did Jeonghan put you up to this?"
"Aww, poor aegi," you coo. You walk over to him and squish his cheeks between your palms so that his lips pucker out comically. "My poor little guppy wuppy."
His dark brows furrow harder and you let out an oof when he jabs you in the stomach with the wireless keyboard he'd managed to hang onto in the chaos, letting go of his face. It wasn't hard enough to hurt (never is) and you just stick your tongue out at him in retaliation.
He rolls his eyes and points to the couch. "Go have a seat, traitor."
You acquiesce with a soft snort, burying yourself in the corner while Seungcheol tidies up the studio. You pull one of the throw pillows into your lap and very quickly end up hugging it tightly to your chest.
For a few blissful moments, you'd forgotten about all of the confused, anxious things swimming around inside of you — forgotten the main reason you'd come here in the first place.
You must zone out, because the next thing you know, Seungcheol is squatting in front of you and trying to catch your eye, one hand gently squeezing your knee. "Hey, Y/n-ah. You doing okay over here? Want me to take you home?"
His eyes are wide and earnest, worry lightly furrowing his brow, and you will never cease to be grateful for how much he embodies unconditional care and comfort.
Shaking your head, you reach out to clasp the hand on your knee. "No, 'm fine." You tug on his hand, a silent request to come sit next to you. "Just wanna talk to you, if that's okay."
"Of course it's okay," he promises. "Always."
When he sits, he leaves a sliver of space between the two of you, leaving it up to you to decide how much (if any) physical comfort you want right now. That simple, little act of thoughtfulness is like the glimpse of a lighthouse amidst the storm that's brewing within your ribcage, and it gives you the courage you need to hoist your metaphorical sails and let the wind take you where you need to go.
You waste no time in anchoring yourself to Seungcheol's side, throwing your legs over his lap and burying your face into his collarbone.
"Hey, jagiya, hey, you're okay," he soothes automatically. His hands come up to wrap around you, pulling you close and rubbing soothing arcs up and down your back. "You're okay. I'm here to listen, yeah? I'm here."
He doesn't say anything else after that, just settles a bit more into the couch and waits for you to speak, always so full of patience when it counts.
It does take a while for you to say anything, mostly because you don't really know where to start. There's still so much swirling around inside you, murky and confusing, that you're not really sure if there is a start.
And a part of you wonders if it's even worth opening up your mouth at this point — the same part of you that's always walked hand-in-hand with your shame and doubt.
But Seungcheol's breathing is a steady rise and fall against your chaotic thoughts, his heartbeat a siren song reminding you that he has always held your hopes and dreams and fears and questions oh so carefully in the palms of his hands.
Eventually, you realize that it doesn't really matter where you start as long as you jump in. So jump you do. "Cheol?"
"Hmm?"
"Do— do you remember when I came out to you and the rest of the group as ace?"
" 'Course I do," he assures warmly, giving you a small squeeze. "Still so proud of you."
You hum happily. But your anxiety is making you feel fidgety again, so you pull one of Seungcheol's arms down into your lap so you can play with his long, sturdy fingers. He lets you do it without complaint, and something within you settles.
You let yourself breathe in, breathe out.
"After you guys," you start, bending and unbending his fingers one by one, "the first person I ever came out to was my mom, you know? And it's— it wasn't that she wasn't supportive. Or like, I think she was trying to be supportive, at least, but." You take a breath. "Do you wanna know what the first words out of her mouth were, after I told her that I was ace?"
Seungcheol hums an encouragement, pulling you impossibly closer with the one arm he still has wrapped around your back. You take another breath, uncurling all of his fingers and holding the spread-out digits in both hands, almost like you're going to try and read his palm.
You breathe in, breathe out. "She said— without any hesitation, she said, 'Oh, is it because of your trauma?'"
You feel the way Seungcheol tenses beneath you, watch the way his fingers twitch between yours like he's trying not to curl them into a fist.
"And I didn't know how to respond to that," you continue, keeping your eyes down, "so I just said 'I don't know, probably.'" You give the same little helpless shrug you'd given then, small and defeated, and you use the motion to hunch your shoulders a little more.
"Y/n-ah. That's..." Seungcheol starts, voice a little rough around the edges like he's trying to keep some big emotion from breaking through. "I can't imagine what that must've felt like."
And you know, you know, that he's filling in the blanks. That he's taking the words 'trauma' and 'asexuality' and drawing conclusions that probably aren't too far from the truth.
You grip his hand tightly between yours and tuck it against your chest like a child clings to a favorite stuffed animal; he presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. You both breathe — in, out.
"Yeah. It didn't— it didn't feel great," you admit, an understatement. "And she's not the only one, either. Every single family member I've come out to, every single one of them— that question has always been the first thing to come out of their mouth."
The faces of those family members flash before you, all carrying the same expression — pity, one etched so deep it felt (feels) almost condescending. "Is it because of your trauma?" "Is it because of what happened to you? Did he make you like this?"
"And I just..." You flail the hand not clutching Seungcheol's, searching for a way to put into words what you've been feeling for so, so long. "I have this knowledge living inside me at all times that, to the family members that I'm out to— they'll never see my asexuality as something to celebrate. All they will ever see is my trauma and how this part of myself is something that comes from a broken place."
You think about the tweet from earlier, the hundreds of others you've seen like it, and feel tears begin to gather.
Sniffling, you continue. "And then I'll go on the internet and see all kinds of ace pride and posts about how we're valid and don't need to be fixed and... and I know that. Logically, I know that my ace-ness isn't something that needs to be changed, isn't something that could change, even if I wanted it to, but..."
But.
For so, so long, you have had no idea how to finish that sentence. And it feels like some kind of defeat when you realize you still don't have an answer. "...I don't know," you shrug, helplessly.
Seungcheol presses another kiss to the top of your head, staying silent like he knows you still have more to say. He keeps a steady rhythm of slowly rubbing his free hand up and down your back, a tactile metronome for you to follow.
After a few minutes, you continue with a sigh. "About once a year, I'll talk with my aunt, and she never fails to ask if I'm "still ace" and... I just..." You cut yourself off with a frustrated groan.
"S'okay, aegi," Seungcheol whispers, squeezing the hand you're still holding close to your chest.
"Sometimes it feels like my ace-ness is tainted, you know?"
Even as the sentence feels punched out of you, it's such a bitter relief to finally admit it out loud. Because even though you've never really let yourself put it into words, you are finally able to recognize that this is one of the murky feelings that has been weighing you down — collecting in your subconscious like debris in the gutter. "And it's why bringing up my past can be so difficult for me. Because I'm so scared that people will go from just accepting my asexuality to thinking 'Ah, that explains it.' Like I just gave them the missing piece to a puzzle or something, when before it was just a part of who I am.
"And there's also a part of me that feels like... I don't know, that I'd just be adding fuel to the fire for all the people who like to shit on asexuality. That I'm just an example of why people who think they're ace are just traumatized and need therapy. But... I think I would have always been ace, no matter what happened or didn't happen to me as a kid. And I just...
"I don't know, Cheol," you croak, the tears you've been trying so hard to keep in finally starting to cascade down your cheeks. "I don't know how to feel anymore. I don't know where to fit. If I fit. If it even matters whether I fit or not."
And really, now that you've talked it out a bit, it essentially boils down to one thing.
"I guess— I guess what I'm saying is that I just want to be able to feel like I can be ace and a little bit broken at the same time. That I can be a work in progress and still something... worth celebrating."
You tuck your free hand into the sleeve of your hoodie and use it to wipe away the tears that are still falling. Seungcheol's next exhale shudders a little bit out of his chest, and then he's letting go of your hand so he can cradle your jaw and tenderly wipe at the tears himself.
"Hey, jagiya, will you look at me, please? Will you let me look at you?"
You nod, the lump in your throat having doubled in size between one moment and the next, and he gently lifts your chin until you're eye-to-eye.
"There you are," he murmurs, with a sad lopsided smile. You notice he has tear tracks of his own, and looking into his big, glassy eyes aches and soothes in equal measure. "I'm going to tell you something very important, so I need you to listen carefully, okay? Can you do that for me?"
Again, you nod, swallowing thickly.
Seungcheol's expression quickly melts into something serious. Not something scary, but something solid — a firm foundation for you to rely on.
"Y/n L/n. You will always, always be something worth celebrating. Being a work in progress is a part of life, and you and I and everyone else on this planet will be one until the day we die. I may not know all the answers, and we might never find the ones we're looking for, but if I know anything, it's this: not a day has gone by since getting to know you that I am not so, so incredibly proud of you — of the person that you are and that you are continuously becoming. More than I can really put into words."
You think you could drown in all of the love and support and affection pouring out of Seuncheol, overwhelming you in the best way. It's like your heart has capsized and all of the ooey-gooey feelings are flooding in, pulling you down deeper, deeper, deeper still.
But you've hit your emotional threshold for the day and decide to cut the moment the best way you know how. "Even when I'm an annoying little shit?" you choke out past your now-stuffed nose.
Seungcheol laughs wetly and wraps his arms around you again, tilting you both over so you're both mostly lying down on the couch. "I think maybe especially then," he murmurs, mostly to himself. Louder, he says, "I think we've earned ourselves a nice nap, what do you think?"
You think that sounds heavenly, and you both adjust your positions until you're comfortable and you can feel sleep pulling at your consciousness. Before you let it claim you, though, you take a few moments to breathe.
It feels a bit easier than before, the breathing. The stuff sloshing around inside your lungs doesn't feel as murky as it did before, doesn't feel as suffocating now that you've been able to bale some of it out. You don't have any more answers than you did before, but you have a bit more peace.
And as you finally drift off to Seungcheol's quiet, snuffling snores, you think that having a bit more peace might be enough for now.
#svtsource#seungcheol fanfic#seungcheol oneshot#seungcheol x you#seungcheol x reader#seungcheol x y/n#scoups fanfic#scoups oneshot#scoups x y/n#scoups x reader#scoups x you#asexual reader#savv writes#savv fics#giving you all a big piece of my soul with this one
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I did itttt! finallyyyy!
this took a looong time, mostly for searching the posts rather than the words, so so sorry @leisoree @digital-chance it's been probably a week😭
but im here now! so lets get on with the words
I had always, more, down and long from @digital-chance; cafe, search, car and salt by @holdmyteaplease (thank youuu) and going, read, move and wind from @leisoree
ill be using my wip questionable decisions (i think ill change the name, i dont like it) since its the one im working on rn
Always As always, he was right. More It always got on her nerves, how people could tell how easily what she was thinking, even more when she wanted to say something different. Down A little screech came out from the girl’s mouth, who rushed down the stairs and launched herself into the kitchen, flicking on every light. Long The movie had ended a long time before and a strange calm had settled over them. Cafe sadly, I didn't find any cafes 🥲 Search The gambling dens threw out the few people still hanging around in search of a bit of luck, clinging to that sliver of hope just for the haze of alcohol that ran through their minds. Car “Kaz Brekker doesn’t need a reason” that’s what they all said, whispering in the hallways as he passed by, gossiping in cars and shops, staring at him in class. And they were right. Salt we have the flour but not the salt 🥲 Going Inej started scrolling quickly through her phone contacts, silently praying to have his number because it didn’t even cross her mind to ask him for it, first of all because it would have been really awkward, just imagine, going up to your fencing-mate with whom you’ve never entertained a friendly and pacific conversation and asking for their number. Read His eyes skimmed quickly over the page, the sentences self-completing in his mind from the infinite times he had read it, along with the others. Move He moved again, but this time she was quicker and the ice-cold drink made contact with his skin. Wind As Idina Menzel shouted in the imaginary wind “the cold never bothered me anyway” (yes it did, it did bother you very much) Inej stepped inside the pantry and closed the doors with a slam.
daaamn that was long.
im kindly tagging @maewrites13 @the-stray-storyteller @briannaswords @flock-from-the-void and whoever wants to join in!
your words are love, airplane, real and game
#i am traumatized by the lack of cafes in my wip#ill go fix this terrible mistake asap#maybe#if i dont get lost somewhere before that#random thought of the day#frozen is underrated#it is not a childrens movie#its a masterpiece#the songs are amazing#i want to scream them from a cliff#while dancing#long story short#haha the reference#i love frozen
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Ron Speirs x reader - Snowy Days.
It’s snowing outside and I LOVE the snow (for the majority of the time) so I had a rough idea of the reader being happy the first time she saw it vs towards the end of Bastogne and HATING it.
I’ve in cooperated Speirs into it, however I’m fighting with the idea of realism rn as I feel like Ron and the reader wouldn’t get close until the end of the war, as he’s so professional. But ah well.
this is set just before the men get sent to Bastogne, so picture a similar time to when the men are in the cinema and they get told all their weekend passes are revoked :/
My head lolled on the back of the couch, gaze following the white flurries in the air. What was that, soot? Dust? It was only when I lifted my head that I recognised it to be snowflakes fluttering gently from the sky above.
A gentle gasp escaped my throat as my eyes widened, smile immediately beaming at the sight outside of the glass window. “What?!” Ron Speirs, startled from my gasp dropped the newspaper into his lap, staring at me intensely.
For a second, my head snapped back between him and the weather outside, pure joy filling my face whilst concern covered his. “I- it’s snowing!” I stammered out, moving up onto my knees so I could take in the view better. To anybody else, I was positive it would look like another war riddled town in the middle of Holland. To me, it was beautiful.
“It is?” I wasn’t sure if Ron was questioning the weather, or my excitement. “First a weekend pass, now this?” I giggled over my shoulder, seeing his tongue roll over his lips as he discarded the newspaper to one side.
“I never realised you liked snow so much.” He hummed, the Dog Company Captain coming up behind me on the couch. His knees bent against the plush of the sofa, body resting behind mine as his firm arm wrapped around my front. I immediately sunk into his hold, it was rare Ron and I got a moment together.
“I love it. I always have.” My head cocked to the side, purposefully making room for him to make his way up and kiss my cheek and jawline attentively. Breathing deeply, I let out a soft hum in appreciation. “I don’t like the cold.” Ron admitted, an amused smile making its way up to my face.
“So I’ll take that as you don’t wanna go out sleddin?” I sarcastically giggled, watching his own lips tug up over my shoulders. “I’d rather do something else.” He muttered, moving up closer behind me with a gentle exhale, pressing his crotch against my bum. “Ron! No- please, can we just go out for a little while?!” But I was too giddy for whatever adult fun Ron wanted, it wasn’t often I’d get to let my hair down and have a weekend off from my nursing duties.
Unable to say no to me, I pouted even more causing the handsome soldier to sigh out in defeat. “Fine. Okay. But I’m not building a snowman with you…”
“Who said I wanted to do that?” I teased again before racing off to grab my boots before ripping open the door of the house Ron was billeted in. “You’re not gonna wear a coat?!” It was almost dark out, freezing, but I just wanted to feel something other than the doom and gloom of war. The excitement rattled through me as I pounding out onto the streets that had been layered in a thin layer of white snow.
“No!” I laughed, the cold air nipping at me as I kicked the snow around, back to the shivering soldier. “Jesus.” He muttered, chin pushing further into his jacket as I took his bare hands, pulling him further onto the quiet street.
“Now all we need is the war to end and a white Christmas, and I’ll be happy.” I admitted, pushing my chin up so I could face him with a smirk. “All I need is to go back inside, and I’ll be happy.” He spoke quietly, tucking a hand under my cheek.
I smiled genuinely up towards the beautiful man, the orange glow of the street lamp radiated over his face, his sharp features softened by the soft light. “I love you, Ron.” I admitted, the emotion coming from somewhere deep in my heart. Any other moment couldn’t have been better than this one as his own smile lifted.
“I love you.” He admitted in his low voice, ducking his head to kiss me with as much love and passion than he could muster. It was perfect, the kiss, the weather, Ron. If only the war could end, if only this was the end.
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December 25th 1944.
So I’d gotten the ‘white Christmas’ I’d wished for after all. 12 inches of snow fell on Easy Company four days prior, and now we were all facing the repercussions. I’d hated the stuff, it sucked the life from me, I was constantly wet, constantly freezing. Even my lashes were becoming icicles on my face, it was officially the worst Christmas ever.
Movement close by where I was rested in the sole foxhole startled me. “Hey. It’s me.” Ron eased, a sigh leaving my lips as I felt him crawl besides me. “Why are you here alone? Why aren’t you with the other nurses?”
“All the girls are miserable, you know? Cryin’ for their husbands- their children.” I sharply cut myself off, the lump in my throat rising. Ron let out an inward sigh, tucking a blanket over the both of us, an arm wrapping over me. If we weren’t so far back on the line, away from people, there’s no way he’d be showing this level of physical touch and affection.
Instinctively my head fell on his shoulder, exhaling in defeat at the way my heart softened under his touch. “I hate this weather, I despise it.” I snapped as I felt him turn down to face me. “What the cold?” “The snow, the cold, the frickin’ ice. Everythin’.” There was a time when I loved it, the sight of it was magical to me, it brought me back to my childhood. But the trauma and utter despair we’d faced out in the Ardennes was overwhelming. I’d never craved home more badly, nor had I ever disliked something so much I used to so desperately yearn for all year around.
“It’ll melt.” Ron seemed borderline awkward at my confession. “Besides, I thought you liked it?” He shuddered slightly.
“Not anymore.” Bastogne would forever ruin many things for me. The snow was just one of them, and I knew Ron was worried to see the hatred appear. I did myself. “Well, it won’t be like this forever…”
But it was. I despised the cold for the rest of my life, snow was no longer a childhood memory for me, it was destroyed. War destroyed everything. As much as Ron would try, and my future children would want to play, I knew it would never be the same for me. The innocence I once had was snatched away from me, at 21 years of age I never realised I’d had lived through something so traumatic that it would alter me for the rest of my life.
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This feels so shit? Like especially the ending? It felt like a better idea in my head than what it did written down- oh well! Anyway sorry for such a dark ending, I think I’ll go back to writing smut after this ✌🏼
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im sorry i wrote angst i. i dont know. my mind is dealing with something rn clearly even tho its not on the surface but like. yeah. this has been plaguing me the past few days and so i just barfed the words out and here we are. this is kinda alternative events post immortal fears there is no happy ending. im sorry
@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate (im tagging yall since you wanted to be tagged in everything, not cause i think you'd enjoy suffering tonight)
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The house was so quiet it almost made him nauseous.
Cassidy had been dragging himself through every room possible, being met with the same silence and loneliness every single time. Every single light of hope had dimmed after another, every single door opened to an empty room without a single soul inside it.
Without him ever encountering that smile he had grown so fond of. The laugh that still rang in his ears whenever he heard certain words. The arms that always wrapped around him in a comforting manner when he needed it the most. The soft lips he was so used to be able to kiss whenever he wanted.
He couldn’t find any of those inside these rooms anymore. There’s nothing left behind but darkness.
Heartache.
Every curtain was closed. There were no open windows. The deafening silence lingered around stronger with each room he peeked into, eating alive the final pieces of hope Cassidy had.
He would just need to accept it.
The heartache.
Standing in front of the last door, his hands were shaking. Cassidy didn’t want to face this, but he was told he needed closure. That he needed to embrace the acceptance, that he needed to do this for himself. For their sake.
For Kip's sake.
The door handle was so cold. The tingling feeling shot through his entire body, making him shiver. It wasn’t always like this. This used to be one of the places he spent most of his time when he was home, the one room Cassidy could guarantee he would find company whenever he entered it. The room where most of the tears were shed, but also the one where things had been pushed into motion. Where they had healed, alone, separately, together.
Where they had finally said those faithful words.
There were no sunglasses to hide the tears tonight. He wasn’t even trying to hold them back as he pushed the door open finally, getting slammed in the face with every single memory at the same time, looking over the dark, messy room that hadn’t been occupied in what seemed like weeks now.
The bed covers that either of them so rarely made. The extra darkened curtains to make this a safe space. The dresser half pulled open, single clothing items draped over the edges of the drawers.
Everything just as he remembered leaving it when he walked away the first time.
Cassidy wandered slowly into the room, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. The air was still, heavy with dust, not at all how he remembered it. This had been a place of love before, holding so many strange, heavy days and nights for them both. He could vividly remember every late night conversation they had sitting on the floor at the same time. The way that hand ran through his hair, the way those eyeliner heavy eyes looked at him after they cried together for what felt like the millionth time.
There had been times before, both good and bad, making up, apologies, words that shouldn't have been said but were still shared out of both love and desperation.
And he wasn’t going to get any of that back again.
He rustled through his jacket pocket for a brief moment, pulling out the note he had found from the kitchen counter earlier. The handwriting was familiar, but it seemed shakier than usually, even after getting better it rarely returned to this bad anymore. Or at least as far as he could remember, it didn't. This was something else, this wasn’t the usual relapse.
Cassidy read the note over and over again, until the tears made it impossible to see the letters anymore, forcing him to crumble the piece of paper, dropping it to the floor.
He carefully laid down on the bed, eyes filled with dust and tears, staring blankly at the ceiling. He had seen this view so many times before, but those dark, lonely nights were nothing compared to the pain shooting through him right now. At least before he would know someone would come for him, help him up on his feet again, be there for him at a moment of weakness like this.
This time, and from now on, he would just be alone.
The phone buzzed in his pocket. On an autopilot he pulled it out, some sense of sick hope in him making Cassidy think this was a sign. No. No, it was just Chuck. He was outside, asking if Cassidy was ready to go.
He slowly sat up, replying to the text barely registering the letters he was punching on the screen. There was no reason to wallow in it, he had to accept the fact that this was how it was going to be right now, and this was how this was going to be from now on. And that he couldn't do anything about it.
Cassidy took one more glance around the room before he stood up. He didn’t want to leave, but at the same time the happy memories inside here were too much for his heart to handle. Everything was already broken, there was nothing he could do to fix it. Turning on his heels, he dragged himself out of the room, closing the door slowly behind him.
Closing the final door to the love he could possibly receive back from Kip anymore.
We have decided to try again with Penelope. I’m sorry. I love you.
#drabble#setting: belt corruption arc#character: orange cassidy#i dont think any other characters are worth mentioning since technically nobody else is there. i dont think orange is really there either#anyways#aew fanfiction#wrestling fanfiction
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@fcused said: ❝ we’re gonna be brave, and we’re gonna get out of this. ❞ / actually we're both very hurt and bleeding out and probably gonna die rn but she is trying so hard to be calm :)
there's a leak somewhere above his head, he thinks, distantly. somewhere above his head, he liked to imagine that their friends had made it out the front door of this hell. he didn't have the heart to imagine the alternative.
❝ i-it's cold. ❞ his teeth chatter around the words, brittle. his eye — the one he can still open — flicks down to where connie was all but curled up against the wall. in the shadow of this red room, that seems to want to digest them — he can only tell that she's hurt, bad. and how close were they, to becoming another fixture in the rot, decay — the rusty bathtubs full of soupy, ambiguous entrails, and shelves lined in beige-brown bones? how stupid were they, for thinking they would find maria, that everything would be okay?
the meathook is sunk messy, curved through his back, and lodged up somewhere in muscle and broken ribs, his own weight an unbearable pressure. it got a little worse, with every stilted breath. hell, he'd made it worse, a couple times, trying to pull himself up using the ceiling beams, until exhaustion dropped him back down and stunned him anew. by now, the pain had subsided into some incoherent, pulsing amalgamation — he wouldn't even know where to start, if someone asked him where it hurt. just knew it was his own blood, that soaked the front of his shirt black, that peeled down his temple and into his vision. that he dragged it in, out, with every struggling breath through his crunched nose. how much had you cried, already? how much saltwater, dirt, blood had you swallowed trying to keep the sobs down?
❝ i-i don’t mean to let you down, connie, ❞ he says, softly, in a voice almost too ragged to make out, ❝ but i … i think i'm all messed up. ❞ blood keeps coming up his throat in dry sputters — he guessed that dust that woman had got him with must be burning up his insides something bad. maybe if he hadn't been so trusting. if he had been smarter, or maybe braver, maybe he could have gotten them out of here.
then, he can't breathe at all — it's the sound of a loud, metal door shaking on its hinges that makes him flinch. monstrous figure looms in the pale light of the stairwell, and maybe he and connie both try to pretend themselves into the shadows, into being still, lifeless furniture. but heavy, relentless steps trudge across the room, through puddles of viscera and filthy water, accompanied by the low rumble of a power tool. the shadow that falls over him eclipses even the cruel red light.
— and leland's breathing picks up again, like any other snared animal that knew the end was close. one rough hand grabs him by the jaw, turns him this way and that, inspecting nothing more than meat. staring back, shattered, into what he now understood to be eye holes, in the horrifying skin-mask — all he can think, is that he doesn't know that he's going to be able to die quietly. and that he can't bring himself to look at connie, although he wants so desperately to be brave for her. his voice shakes, betrays his cold realization, ❝... please, connie. you're not gonna wanna see it. ❞
— the saw growls to life, chain spinning closer, closer to his rapidly heaving chest. his gaze snaps sideways to meet connie's, finally, urgently, wide and frightened; ❝ i-it's alright. con, just close your eyes, alright? ❞ his eyes burn, he can't breathe — he can't breathe and he needs to tell her and he needs to look at her one more time — and the saw roars loud as his heartbeat in his ears; ❝ — just don't look. d-don't listen. i-it's gonna be okay. ❞ it’s gonna be over, soon. he repeats it, and repeats it, until he can’t, until it dissolves into gutteral, throat-scraping screams.
#surprise i ... still have this draft haha!#cw gore#cw death#it's fine it's fine it's fine and im normal and it's f#fcused#( ☆ ) ⸻ CH. 1 / verse.#( ☆ ) ⸻ THE FILM WHICH YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE... / ic.
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playing video games with them| anemo boys <3
characters: kazuha, xiao and venti
very fluffy, a little suggestive in kazuha’s part, slight slight angst for xiao, crack
synopsis: what games you play with them, how they act with you!
not proofread please don’t sue me this is also very random :)
kazuha
playing stardew valley and animal crossing with kazuha is my life goal that will never be fulfilled please cry with me. anyway, just imagine cuddling on the sofa under a thick blanket on a cold rainy day with cups of hot chocolate or tea whilst playing stardew valley. the both of you work through the first year slowly as little farmers doing cute little farm things. also if you ever chose to get into a relationship with any of the npcs in the game kazuha will not be happy, he’d definitely not talk to that particular npc because he is now kazuha’s “sworn enemy”. he will also be a pouty baby, so please apologise and give him kisses. and if you REALLY want to make it up to him, ask him to marry you in animal crossing and this man will be on his knees in a split second. he’d prepare EVERYTHING, from the venue, the guests, he’d even attempt to design his own tux for his little character to wear. and you guys would have such an adorable animal crossing wedding. also because kissing in game is not enough, he’d probably kiss you irl when the wedding officiant says you may now kiss the xx. honestly i see kazuha even going out spontaneously to buy you a promise ring with a little maple leaf engraved in it for you. yes it was an animal crossing wedding, but it was a wedding non the less. playing minecraft with kazuha please, its so fucking wholesome- he’s so good at the game and he doesn’t even try. he knows all the tricks and he’s so sexy with redstone you cant convince me otherwise. he’s also an amazing builder pls wtf. AND OH MY GOD, imagine playing the sims4 with kazuha, he’d literally cry inside. you both would sit next to each other in front of the computer screen for hours just designing your characters. and you would have a little cat too. everytime kazuha’s character flirted with yours, he will definitely shoot you one of his romantic haikus. also the first time your characters woohoo’ed, he most likely would have teased you and said “its unfair that only they get to woohoo you know.” anyway i think playing wholesome games with kazuha is 10 bells out of 10 bells.
xiao
now this one is kinda scary. i think its pretty obvious that xiao plays shooter games honestly. or anything that has to do with fighting. it wasn’t unusual to hear him literally SCREAM randomly throughout the day because of a game. if you ever play shooter games with this aggressive boy, please proceed with caution. i honestly feel like he would be so caught up in the heat of the moment he’d actually forget he was playing with you. so if he ends up getting angry, please bare with him- he honestly doesn’t mean to call you bad, or useless, or trash… I SWEAR. xiao will immediately regret his words and he’d feel so bad. especially after he notices how your mood just instantly dies. he’d feel so bad, even after he apologised and you forgave him, he can’t accept the fact that he just called you- the love of his life something so vulgar. and since he’s so awkward and bad with people he’d literally feel like crying on the spot. he wouldn’t know what to do to make it up to you. the next few days, xiao was so cautious around you- even if you didn’t think much about the incident anymore. in the end even xiao was unable to stay away from you for too long, and he’d ask you to watch him play games instead- which you happily agreed to. he loves it when you straddle him while he sits in his chair while gaming though he’d never admit it. but whenever you felt him get tense, all you had to do was give him a kiss and you just knew he’d calm down. you literally work magic on him. also occasionally you’d hear some idiots in his party talking shit about him, you wouldn’t think twice before speaking into the microphone and start standing up for him, and your grip around his waist would definitely tighten a lot more. “if i ever hear you talking shit about MY boyfriend one more time, i will literally come in game and beat the absolute fuck out of you.” yassss girlboss! xiao’s heart would explode and his face would be beat red, he thinks he doesn’t deserve you. also he thinks your so sexy standing up for him like that, please don’t tease him about it. i rate him a “please dont scold me im trying my best” out of “FUCK YOU SUCKKKKKK”
venti
oh my god, horror games. he hates them but he can’t stop. playing phasmophobia with him would be incredibly fun, but he would make you do all the work literally. he’d be too scared to do anything- and if you ever got caught with the ghost you’d be stupid to think he’d try to save you. he would be the first one out the door and running away. he’s also so loud, your honestly more likely to get jump scared by his screaming than the actual game. other than that i think venti likes to play the sims4 too, except he’s so chaotic about it. he wants to do challenges and he also wants to make like 10 babies with you even if your sims can’t afford them- cries when they are taken away. has all the packs and just enjoys fucking around with everything- also makes bets with you, like whether your baby is going to be a boy or girl, and if you lose you owe him a kiss or he asks you to do something for him. when he plays with you, he needs to be touching your body at all times. he says it makes him feel safe, and warm. so you just let him. venti also wants to play karaoke games with you, he loves your voice so much- whether you can sing or not he loves it. but he will tease you if you cant. he loves duetting with you, to him it’s something very intimate and close to home. he wants to hold your hand and give them a squeeze as an encouragement when you sing with him. and yes you guys probably have played just dance a few times, but venti gets incredibly tired after one round- so please bare with his annoying ass. i think venti is a solid 8 red bulls out of “ive already drank 15”
guys i was supposed to include aether but his part disappeared and i- </3 i’ll have to rewrite and upload it in a second part!! heh sorry for being gone for so long, anyway i have my presentations tomorrow, a test on thursday and another presentation on friday ;-; wish me luck! ill be back writing in a few days while i suffer rn sghshshsh
also @truegaypotat my love here is some xiao content <3
#genshin#genshin impact#anime#mihoyo#kazuha x reader#xiao x reader#venti x reader#kazuha imagines#xiao imagines#venti imagines#kazuha#xiao#venti#kazuha fluff#xiao fluff#venti fluff#kazuha smut#kazuha headcanons#xiao headcanons#venti headcanons#genshin x reader#genshin headcanons#genshin imagines#kaedehara kazuha#anemo#anemo boys x reader#gamer#gaming#lolible writes
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summary: maybe thinking about you affects them more than they thought? or have they really realized just how much you occupy their minds? who knows, but it is pretty cute to know their reactions to you whenever you may be mentioned in conversation
pairings: childe, diluc, & xiao x gn!reader
style & genre: written; fluff, modern!au
notes: the albedo museum date will have to be rescheduled because i found this in my drafts and never remembered to post it haha. to be honest idk what this was supposed to be exactly so i’ll just say a little slice-of-life genre in school with the boys
and also i am living for the friendship pairings i put here
i am so drained from school and i need one of them irl rn please 🤧
Childe
“I’m telling you I’m fine!” Childe scoffs as his friend insists on shoving him in the direction of the nurse’s office. He hisses when a particularly sharp jab is directed into his side and his friend huffs, clearly satisfied at the reaction and annoyed at Childe’s reluctance to get himself checked.
“Fine, you say. You have to stop picking fights when you know you can avoid them.” Kaeya chuckles, knowing this’ll just go in one ear and out the other with him, but it never hurt to try. Especially with the recent information that allowed the blue-haired student to have the upperhand.
A smirk appears on his face and Childe raises an eyebrow in confusion and wariness. “What?”
Kaeya shrugs, a mischievous grin now overtaking his features as he walks ahead of the other. “I suppose that y/n will be sitting alone in the office, waiting for the bell to ring for their next class.” He doesn’t have to turn around to see Childe stop his tracks as he takes in the information.
“Th... They’re in the nurse’s office?” Childe looks up slowly to see Kaeya tilt his head, “Are you messing with me right now?” Kaeya only laughs and walks away, waving his hand in the air.
“I mean, I did say you should get yourself checked but if you don’t want to then--” Childe doesn’t hear the rest of his friend’s statement as he limps over to the room where you were waiting.
It wasn’t like you knew he would walk in with “minor” injuries, as he says, and a bright smile on his face that he only seemed to have whenever he was around you.
Diluc
This is hopeless.
Diluc leans back in his seat during the break they’re given and stares out the window to see you walking with your friends. They must have said something funny to have you laughing, a light look on your face that has his cheeks dusted pink in seconds.
His ears pick up the scraping of a chair on the floor and he flips his notebook closed to hide the small notes of practice confessions he wrote while he should have been listening in on the lesson. It was none other than Lisa who seemed quite cheerful in contrast to himself.
“Whatcha thinking about?” She nods her head over to his hastily closed notebook as she smiles knowingly at the warmth on his face. Her voice is considerably louder with her next statement that has him nearly shutting her up with his own hands, “Could it be about your dear, sweet y/n?”
Her voice tapers off at the end so the rest of their classmates couldn’t hear the name, but their stares indicated their intrigue. It was very surprising for the ever cold and stoic Diluc Ragnvindr to have a crush on someone. Many have confessed, and all were rejected, and they assumed there would be nothing to be done to win his heart.
That is, unless you were y/n l/n.
His classmates shudder at the glare he gives them and return to their own conversations. He wasn’t mad, just slightly embarassed.
Lisa deems his current state finished for her daily teasing and leans in to give him a word of advice. But really, it was yet another word of truth that he could choose to believe or not.
“I have a feeling that they feel the same about you.” She leaves with a little hint of a smile and Diluc is left to his thoughts once more. He ponders over her words, generally the same ones he hears from her whenever she sees he’s thinking of you. And it’s important to note that Lisa has good intuition.
Maybe his plan to confess wouldn’t be so hopeless after all.
Xiao
To be able to hang out and keep up someone like his closest friend took all Xiao had in himself for social interaction. It wasn’t like he absolutely hated it, but he preferred to not speak to anyone lest they get the wrong idea from his “normal” tone of voice.
Venti shoves another book in his face to look at and he scowls at the title, “How to Date The Person You’ve Been Pining Over For Years Now.” Why was there a book like this in the school library and who the hell decided that this was a good title to go through publication? Now, Xiao would never admit it to being true because he hated how he felt very called out at the moment.
“The books don’t lie, my good friend.” Venti muses, placing the book in his arms before skipping off to avoid it being shoved back at him. Xiao sighs and tries to find its place on the shelf only to realize that he is now left alone in the self-help section. He can’t call out Venti’s name now, assuming that the other had gone far now to seek his own genres he had been looking for.
Xiao had been teased for this little crush on you for years now, which probably has grown to be a full blown one by now, and he never found the courage to do anything about it. For now though, he was perfectly fine with being able to wave hello to you in the hallways or have a small chat when you would be partnered together for class activities.
Just thinking about you makes him the slightest bit giddy inside.
His wandering thoughts along with finding the book’s place is cut short when the library doors open and you step in. His face lights up for a moment before it is replaced with narrowed eyes when Venti skips up to you. The boy whispers in your ear and you smile, sending Xiao into yet another state of being flustered at the little things you do.
He looks down at the book in his hands and closes his eyes.
At least Lisa never judged anyone at the book checkout.
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact scenarios#genshin impact headcannons#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact fluff#genshin impact angst#genshin impact childe#genshin impact childe x reader#genshin impact diluc#genshin impact diluc x reader#genshin impact xiao#genshin impact xiao x reader#childe#childe x reader#tartaglia#tartaglia x reader#genshin impact tartaglia x reader#diluc#diluc x reader#diluc ragnvindr x reader#diluc ragnvindr#xiao x reader#xiao
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Haikyu boys when they take a joke/prank too far (Iwaizumi,Daichi)
Word count: 1.9K
Genre:angst,fluff
AN: In the spirit of April Fools I tried to make my first work based on that I hope you enjoy!! (LOL I can’t actually believe this was the first thing I’ve ever written)
Iwaizumi:
“Okay so it’s April Fools Day who are we going to prank?” asked Makki “One of the first years?”
“Do we have to prank someone this year..” replied Iwaizumi “so childish”
“Iwa-Chan!” Oikawa said “Don’t be such a spoil sport.”
“Anyways, it can’t be a first year they’re boring to prank a first year coach will be mad at us, we need someone else.”
Just then, you enter the gym, catching their eye as you approach the group sitting on Iwaizumi’s lap “Hey babe, I can still come over to yours to study right?” you ask.
“Yeah of course, practice finishes early so I'll be there before you.” He said
“Alright, see you then bye babe, bye guys” you said, giving Iwaizumi a kiss on the cheek sauntering off and waving at Makki, Mattsun and Oikawa.
“bye Y/N!” They teasingly responded in unison making you laugh.
As they watched you leave, it seemed as if a lightbulb pinged off in all of their heads (besides Iwaizumi) realizing who would be a great person to prank.
After a lot of convincing, they finally got Iwaizumi in on the ‘harmless’ plan, all they needed to do now is wait on your arrival.
You’re finally done with school after a long and tiring day of exams upon exams and wanting nothing more than to cuddle with your boyfriend (after he teaches you Pythagoras theorem of course.) You did think he was acting weird when you met him this morning in the gym and throughout break and lunch but you just concluded that it was because he was having an ‘off’ day.
You reached his house and used a copy of his key that he gave you to enter we just enter houses up in this bitch calling out his name “Zumi-babe, I'm here...”
“Lets get this shit over with” you said tiredly
Upon entering, you notice none of the lights being on or curtains drawn ‘odd’ you think. You go upstairs going straight to his room hopefully to find your boyfriend in his bed or on his Xbox or something. To your surprise his bedroom door was somehow locked shut (even though not having a lock on his door anyways.) Suddenly, you hear creaks slowly trailing up the stairs and an eerie feeling surrounds you... now you start to feel pretty panicked jiggling the door handle to Iwaizumi’s door as it’s practically the only place you can go.
AN: I hate what I’m writing rn but onwards we right
The footsteps on the stairs start to quicken, and you almost certain that you felt something brush pass your shoulder only adding onto the panic and anxiety that you already feel. Ok, the footsteps on the stairs are basically right near you, so doing the only logical thing you can do you body slam the ‘person’ on the stairs as you motherfuckin should as tears fill your eyes and you pick up bag bolting through the front door, slamming it shut now in full tears and shakingly scared.
You look behind you and see Iwaizumi’s front door re-open and out comes the ‘iNFaMouS sEiJOh fOuR’ in tears... of laughter. It seems that the boys were in laughing fits that their prank ‘payed off’ getting a reaction out of you. You couldn’t see Iwaizumi’s reaction, but you didn’t care you were hurt, annoyed and wanting to get into your bed.
Once you get home, you decide to block your so called ‘friends’ who decided to make you scared shitless and ignored Iwaizumi’s messages asking “where were you today”.... the AUDACITY.
The next day, the boy’s seemed to realize the consequences of their actions after spending the whole day trying to get your attention only to be straight up ignored. Iwaizumi is immensely regretful after all his efforts to try talking to you were denied, he decided after his practice he was going to get you to talk to him or at least get you to listen to his apologies on what happened yesterday evening.
You left your clubroom and made your way to the school gate to go home.
“Y/N!” shouted Iwaizumi touching your shoulder making you flinch ‘wow did we really scare her that bad?”
“What do you want iwa?” You asked very agitated
“Y/N I just want to apologize for yesterday, since it was April fools day and all the boys really wanted to prank someone and I-it just happened to be-”
“It just happened to be me. Right?” you interrupted “Gosh Iwaizumi, I was really scared.. I already had a tiring day and all I wanted was my boyfriend to teach me the stupid Pythagoras Theorem and cuddle me afterwards, but no you and your friends just had to be dicks for a day” you turn around planning to walk away before he grabs you again
“Wait! Just wait y/n, im sorry and I wont ever prank you like that again” he pleaded
“.. and i’ll help you study?” he added pulling the sweetest face of all time to try and convince you
“ugh, fine stop pulling that face... and you better teach me Pythagoras Theorem” you said rolling your eyes
“yeah yeah whatever you say y/n” he said pulling you under his arm and walking in the direction of his house.
A/N: WOW I DID NOT like the way this turned out but its my first official thing that I wrote hopefully HOPEFULLY MY WORK IMPROVES (I THINK IT WILL) SO please join me on this ‘ride’ in improving my work
Daichi:
You decided this morning that you were NOT going to participate in your annual April Day Fool’s prank with Tanaka and Noya... only because of your not-so new boyfriend Daichi saying he didn’t need his teammates corrupting you any longer so you decided to not get involved. With that being said you wouldn’t even think of your boyfriend pulling a prank on you so you didn’t think you’re getting pranked today.
In the gym, the boys were doing the usual: Hinata and Kageyama running after eachother, Tanaka and Noya oogling Kiyoko, Tsukishima listening to music, Yama and Yachi going over club schedules whilst Daichi sat with Sugawara and Asahi.
“So are you pranking anyone today?” sugawara asked
“Pranking someone, isn’t that a bit too juvenile suga?” Asahi replied
“Not you silly, Daichi” said sugawara “With Y/N on his arm they always have to stay on eachothers toes right..she’s a ‘jokester’ right?”
“...right?” Daichi hadn’t thought of it that way, he did know of all your joking escapades before you even got together and how you still liked to joke around now as you date.. He didn’t want you to think that you thought he was too boring for you ?
“Ok. What type of prank should I pull on her..”
Daichi, Sugawara and Asahi (who didn’t really contribute to Suga’s scheming) made a plan for you to meet him at the gym locker with the claims that he had a ‘surprise’ for you .. oh how he was wrong.
Daichi: meet me at the gym locker I have something to show you
Y/N: Ok!! I’ll be there in 5 minutes
Daichi was nervous, and that was an understatement he didn’t want things to go left and have you thinking he couldn’t even do a simple prank. Once you got there, he saw heard you talking to Sugawara and Asahi outside the door about him wondering where he was in which Suga told you inside the locker room.
“Hey babe” you greeted “what's the occasion in why we’re in here?”
“I...uh..um I need to get something one second” Daichi spoke quickly and rushed out the room closing the door leaving you confused. Minutes passed, and you were now impatient and kinda scared since the room was dusty, dark and cold definitely not your place to be in. You tried texting Daichi but just your luck you have no service ://
As time went on you tried opening the door but it was jammed shut no hope opening at all you forgot you left your bag outside which of course had your inhaler which did not help the sudden shortness of breath you started to get because of your asthma and claustrophobia. All you wanted was to get out of this room and talk to … Daichi.
Daichi. How convenient that he manage to slip away before the door got closed hmm but he wouldn’t intentionally prank you after ALL the lectures he gave you about not doing pranks this year right?
You didn’t notice how you started to cry and whimper wanting to leave.
On the outside, Daichi heard your cries and ordered Sugawara and Asahi to find the key to immediately get you out which it seems to take a while because Daichi has now stopped hearing your tears making him gulp in fear thinking something bad has happened to you in there.
Sugawara comes to you handing Daichi the keys, his handing shaking as he tries to unlock the door when he eventually does he finds you passed out on the ground of the dusty storage room. Very cliché I know ://
You wake up in the Nurses Office a bit confused on how you got there until your eyes land upon Daichi, remembering how you locked you in the Storage room where you had an asthma attack and passed out. You turned your body away from Daichi not wanting to talk to him right now after the hypocrisy he did.
“Y/N.. Are you alright?” He asked
“Do I look alright?” You responded in a bored tone
“I am really sorry Y/N... I know what I said to you about not doing pranks this year but Sugawara roped me into this and I didn’t want you to think I was too boring for you so I thought doing this prank would make you see me in a different light” he said
“yeah i saw you in a different light alright” you sassed, you then realised what he said ‘too boring’ kind of feeling less mad and more sad that he feels this way “Dai, you’d never be to boring for me … you’re one of the most funness is that a word? guys I've ever met.”
“really?” he asked
“Of course! I’m kind of still mad at you for letting this happen but I do sort of understand why” you said giving him a hug.
You were eventually cleared to go home and as you left the clinic you saw Asahi and Sugawara standing at the door.
“Y/N WE��RE SORRY” they bowed to you waiting on your responses
You chuckled slightly at their cuteness and ruffled both of their hair “all is forgiven, just make sure there’s ‘pranks’ this year “
Which they agreed upon.
A/N: WOW I DID NOT like the way these turned out but its my first official thing that I wrote hopefully HOPEFULLY MY WORK IMPROVES (I THINK IT WILL) SO please join me on this ‘ride’ in improving my work. Feedback is VERY MUCH APPRECIATED and request too since I will literally write whatever...
I may do a part 2 … any particular characters people want?
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well :) I m here again so
I ll need to dye my hair soon so I was thinking about Dabi seeing his white roots and having some of the bad memories in his childhood come back bc of the sight and after y/n calms him down maybe reader goes to buy hair dye for both of them so they can have a cute little moment??? I m such into Dabi x reader fluff rn ;-;
please and thank you <3
His White Hair (Dabi x Reader)
A/N: hello and thank you so much about the request. I loved the idea so here is my take on it.
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+ not proof read, 1400ish words.
Summary: Dabis roots start to show again and he isn't so happy about it. But you are there to calm him down.
! Talk about past abuse, panic attack, hurting oneself, PTSD !
Dabi started to dye his hair when he ran away. First, he stole the dye just to make sure that he wasn’t spotted in the streets after he ran away. Endevour hadn’t put Dabi on the public eye, when he was young but still people could recognize his face if truly trying to see it. So, he hid his perfect white hair with pitch black dye.
The scars only came after that.
But after that he got you. You just walked into his life and showed him how he wasn’t doomed no matter what. You treated his like he wasn’t broken, just what he needed.
Dabi walked to the bathroom the idea being that he could wash his face. Killing people for the league was never easy but he felt worse than normal. You had been busier with work than normal and Dabi missed you so much. (Not that he would admit it to you.) But fuck he needed you so much. He wanted to pull you against him and hold you until you two would fall asleep.
Dabi washed his face with ice cold water and looked himself from the mirror above him. There they were... Dabis beautiful white hair peaking at the roots. His eyes widened running his wet hands through his hair. His stomach turned upside down, and he was close to throwing up. It wasn’t his hair, it was Toyas hair.
The front door was always hard to open, in the time that you had lived with Dabi, twice you had been able to open it with the first try, and today was not different. But through the door you could hear something breaking, like glass. Panic rose in you. What if the heroes found out where you and Toya lived?! You turned the key one more time door opening.
You took a quick look inside but nothing different was on your view, you stepped in closing the door silently behind you. “Toya?” You whispered leaving your bag and coat at the hall and kicking your shoes off.
When you two got closer he talked about his past for the first time. You still remember the tear-filled night. You had cried like baby, and he would have done the same if he could have. He told you his real name and said how it would be okay if you wanted to call him that in private. So, it became a habit of yours, calling him Toya in private but still, and you could feel how he liked it more than he let on. But still, in your mind you always called him Dabi, it was his safe heaven, a person that wasn’t built for Endevour, a person that was built for himself and him only.
“No...,” You could barely the whimper in the bathroom.
“Dabi? Are you okay?” You asked concern in your voice while stepping just closer and closer to the half open bathroom door. You took ahold of the edge of the door ready to open it.
“No! Don’t come in, please!” Toya begged on the other side of the door. He never acted this way. He would show his feeling only in private in private moments between you.
“Toya, what’s wrong? You know that you can talk to me,” You half yelled panic truly getting the better of you.
“Don’t call me that!” It wasn’t a beg it was a command, but it was filled with hope that I would obey it. You had enough and you opened the door seeing Dabi on the floor. His hands were bloody and his unburned skin pink from scratching. Some hair on the floor, and his shirt half torn off. Broken mirror on the wall and its bloody pieces on the floor.
You had to cover your mouth making sure that you didn’t upset him just more. You could feel the need to cry but pushed it to the side not wanting to remind his inability to do the same.
“Y/N...,” Dabi whimpered trying to push himself off of the floor and you ran to his aid. You lifted him up and let him sit on the toilet seat. His head was hanging low while you looked for the first aid kit under the sink.
You sat on your knees and started to patch up his broken bloody knuckle, but still Dabi didn’t turn to look at you. You knew how Dabi was when the bad memories hit him, in those cases he needs gentle voices and touches without scolding too much. He needs to calm down with someone with him, without someone he might fall back into his own thoughts. So, like always you stayed with him, without a question.
“I’m sorry that I yelled at you...,” Dabi murmured still staring at his hands after you moved on to his skin. You had to shake your head, Dabi never had a sense of his anxiety being okay, to him it was always a burden for someone else, you in this case.
“You have nothing to be sorry about...,” You whispered, and you could feel Dabi relaxing under your touch. But still, he shook his head.
“You want to tell me what happened?” You didn’t expect him to answer, but you had to let out a sad sigh when he took a moment before speaking. Dabi had a habit of taking few deep breaths before saying something hard to him, it happened a lot when you were talking in the bed.
“My hair, the roots,” He didn’t need to say anything else. You just stood up and took a quick look at his roots. The beautiful sad white color was peaking under all of the black fluffy hair. A part of you loved the white roots but a bigger part of you knew that the original color brought so much pain to him.
“I can run to the store right now if you want,” He gave you a slight nod but still did not faze you.
“Dabi..., can you look at me?” You didn’t want him to do it because he felt like he needed. You wanted him to look at you because he wanted to. And it seemed like he wanted to look at you, because he raised his head just enough that your eyes locked.
His eyes were full of tears that would never be shed. And his cheek bleeding from the staples. You raised your hand ready to wipe the blood away when he caught your hand pressing it to his thig.
“I need to know that you will be fine if I leave for a moment,”
He nodded again but firmer this time so you got up giving him a quick smile before leaving for the store.
“Dabi! I’m back!” You said while stepping back to the same so familiar apartment. And there he was now on the couch watching TV without a shirt and a band-aid on his cheek, that he had place by himself.
“Hi...,” His voice was quiet but still you could see a slight smile on his face while getting up and walking to you. You showed the dye box to him grin on your face.
Dyeing Dabis hair had become an almost meditative state. You had done it so many times that you didn’t need to look the instructions or even think what the next step was going to be. And Dabi didn’t pay much attention what was happening with his hir, he would just listen while you would ramble about the day that was now behind you two. Him sitting on the floor legs crossed and torso bare. And you on the toilet seat plastic gloves on your hands that were way too big for you.
“He didn’t even say thank you to me, he just went past me without a word,” You vented to Dabi while applying the dye close to his scalp. Once in a while he would let out a small laughter, but still, you could feel him being on the edge.
“I can take care of him if you want?” Dabi said between your vent and you couldn’t place it if he was joking or not. You really didn’t even want to know but you had to ask. “I can’t tell if you are joking or not,” You admitted.
“If you ask nicely, it can become true,” Toya said grin appearing on his lips.
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Windblume Confession
Diluc x gn!Reader
A/N: i feel so bad posting this with inazuma and all the new content... no one cares abt the windblume festival rn its 2.0 lolol. i wrote this during the windblume festival and thought i’d also share it on here. windblume plot doesn’t really have that much to do with the story itself so its whatever
warnings: cringe... but none
SFW
word count: 1.3k
summary: You fall victim to venti's schemes and are now on your way to confess to Diluc.
"Oh, Barbatos, I can't do this. This was stupid to begin with."
Your heart felt tight in your chest as you walked. Clammy hands fiddled around a bouquet of freshly picked small lamp grass. The blue petals were illuminated in the moonlight that shined down on Mondstadt. Small lamp grass always had a gentle, refreshing floral scent when it was picked, but you did not feel refreshed in the slightest. In fact, you were more than ready to throw up.
The Windblume Festival in Mondstadt was the designated time of year for romantic endeavors and confessions to occur. It was a time of independence, freedom, and love for the city. You planned to spend this year enjoying the culture and activities offered, but the Archons seemed to have other divine plans for you instead. The Archon, Barbatos, to be specific.
In order to make some quick cash for alcohol, Venti had been offering romantic poetry lessons to the citizens wishing to convey their feelings to their sweetheart or lover-to-be. You had no intentions of partaking in the romantic side of the festival, but a certain Cavalry Captain had managed to get you involved. Venti wanted wine from Kaeya, who would procure it from Diluc. Kaeya was unsure if he would actually be able to get the "payment" from Diluc, so he snitched on your feelings for the bartender to Venti.
Venti saw your struggle as potential—for more wine, that is. He decided to kill two birds with one stone, and now you were on your way to confess your love to the Dawn Winery's tycoon himself. Of course, part of you was doing this willingly.
It's become almost painful to be around Diluc lately. Your thoughts always became distracted when you were around him, and you're unable to focus during work and commissions at times due to thinking about him. He sent butterflies swarming into your stomach just from meeting his eyes, and his fire wasn't needed to make your cheeks flare red from heat. It was embarrassing how much of a wreck he made you.
You figured that finally confessing your feelings to Diluc was for the best, and maybe this push from Venti was exactly what you needed to get over him. There really was no harm in confessing. Having a crush on someone was akin to complimenting them. It meant you respected and admired them as a person. The only down side to confessing was the chance of rejection, which could put a strain on your relationship with Diluc and make things tense. Diluc was known to have antisocial tendencies, so maybe he would feel too awkward every time he saw you and end up avoiding you entirely.
But, it was too late to let that wonderful pep talk steer you away from your destination himself. Diluc had walked out of the Angel's Share bar and locked the door. He turned around and found your eyes staring at his. It had obviously been a busy night at the bar, as Diluc only ever put his beautiful hair in a high ponytail on busy nights. The moon's soft luminescence served to highlight the light flush on his cheeks. Diluc's smile was gentle and warm as he raised a gloved hand to greet you.
That kind smile felt like an arrow being shot into your stomach, causing you to inhale sharply. There was no turning back now. You softly cradled the bouquet to your chest with one arm, and raised the other arm to return his greeting. Reluctantly, your legs slowly began to make their way towards him.
"What are you doing out this late, (Y/N)?" Diluc questioned. His eyes glanced over the bouquet you carried, but refrained from asking anything about it. You bit the inside of your cheek for a second, thinking about the words you would use to end your favorite friendship. You took in a deep breath.
"I came to talk to you about something, actually. Do you have a few minutes to spare? I know it's pretty late."
"I do. What do you need?" He stood looking down at you. Your body was hot and fidgety under his gaze. It wasn't even an option to continue looking at his expecting eyes, so you settled on giving your speech to his boots.
"Diluc... I know you're a busy man with a large burden put on your shoulders. I see how hard you work for the winery, and you're always so diligent." You nervously played with the parchment wrapping around the bouquet you held. "You take care of everything almost effortlessly, but I know you probably put a lot of stress on yourself to make it seem that way, and I really respect you for it. I respect how you treat your workers with kindness and put their needs above yours... You have such a kind heart to everyone, including me. For as long as I've known you, I've always seen you put others before yourself, like staying out late and putting yourself at risk for the sake of Mondstadt." You paused for a second to breathe deeply, the heavy silence quickly scaring you back into talking.
"I really do...think very highly of you." Your cheeks hurt from how hot they were. "But, the more I got to know you, I recognized other things about you. You have every reason to be cold and spiteful, yet you continue to have the most loving heart out of anyone I've met. You're selfless and brave, and you never expect anyone to thank you. Lately, I'm unable to focus around you anymore. Whenever I'm with you, I feel so giddy that I don't know what to do with myself. You make me feel so safe and happy, no matter where we are or what we're doing. With every moment I spend with you, Diluc, I just...
"I realize how in love with you I am!"
It was terribly quiet now, and your heart was beating so fast that you expected to start seeing dots any second. You had said your feelings to Diluc, and there was no going back. You expected an awkward cutoff at some point to save you from the embarrassment of an unreciprocating rejection, or at least a quick, curt response, but neither seemed to come. Some time had passed after your confession, so you decided to look up at Diluc's face.
When you met Diluc's scarlet eyes, you immediately saw the dark red blush that covered the poor man's surprised face. If you didn't feel that exact same heat on your own face, you probably would have thought it was the cutest thing in the entire world. Your own eyes stared into his bright red ones for what felt like an eternity, until he finally opened his mouth to respond. "You sure know how to catch me off-guard, (Y/N)." He chuckled softly, his words doing nothing to dismiss the rocks settling in your stomach. It felt like you would die if he didn't give you a proper response soon.
Diluc stepped towards you, quickly closing the distance between your bodies. He leaned down and brought his hand up to your hair, brushing it back. Soft lips pressed gently against your forehead and another hand moved to cup the side of your jaw. Your eyes went wide and your mouth opened slightly in surprise. Diluc removed his lips and stood up straight, taking your hand in his and tracing your knuckles with his thumb.
"I'm sorry I made you confess first, (Y/N)… I've shared your feelings for a long time. Hearing you say those words—I genuinely thought I was in a dream." His sweet laugh fell out of from his lips once again. This time, instead of making you feel heavy, you decided it was your new favorite sound—one that made you feel light and free. His laugh was the perfect sound for the Windblume Festival.
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