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[elfqueen006]

The Lifeguard Part 2

Sunny Day Jack x Reader

--- Tags/CW: summer camp au, camp counselor au, aforementioned murder, angst, rivals to lovers, horror, slasher au. (ik I said "enemies" before but rivals is more fitting for their dynamic) A/N:I make Jack cuss a lot here, Idk if it's fitting. Minors DNI

Jack liked Skylar. He really did.

He liked Ian too, despite his less than effective counseling skills.

He liked both of them. But the stress had caught up with him in the worst way. The bar. Seeing them together. The mention of your name… It just sent him over the edge.

He would like to think that in another life he would’ve been great friends with the two of them. But the remnants of that sweet dream lay six feet under the dirt behind the shed.

It was getting late, so the counselors were wrapping up activities for the day. He snuck behind the cabins, treading carefully till he reached the outhouse shower. Jack spends a long amount of time soaking fully clothed. At first, its’ to see if this is all a dream. When he doesn’t wake up he discards the costume completely and scrubs furiously at his naked body. It doesn’t matter that the washrag here was used by several different people within the week. In Jacks’ mind, his soul is dirtier than anything within these four walls.

Knock, knock.

“Jack?”

Silence.

“Jack, you in there?”

“...What do you want?” He bites out.

“Where have you been, man? Bill’s got everyone in a frenzy! We had to wrap things up early til’ we found you!” You said.

“...I was where you sent me, where else?” Jack said.

“Oh…” a pause. “Oh.”

His blood pressure rises from the snicker you make behind the door. A slight creak indicates your leaning on it.

“Sooo, how was she?”

Jack doesn’t bother switching off the faucet as he flings the door open and stalks towards you menacingly. His yellow eyes are wide and erratic. It pierces something in your chest.

“How was she?” Jack repeated darkly, “How she was, is that what you asked me?”

You stumble back against the cabin wall. “I-I didn’t mean it like-”

“I went to see how she was and I caught your boyfriend between her legs, so you should ask him.”

Your eyes go wide as saucers. You searched his face for humor, a change in expression, fidgeting or any trace of dishonesty though all it held was the cold, hard, truth. Jack bit back a twitch of a smirk on his lips as he watched your face go through different phases of denial. Your ego along with your spirit was crumbling at his words. And he took a sick satisfaction in it. There was, though, still an air of guilt – or rather, a reminder to feel guilty. You had been cheated on after all. But he hasn't acknowledged it too much. After all, the offender was dead and the offended was suffering. It’s about as fair a trade can get.

“Tell Bill I’m taking a sick day.” Jack said coldly.

When he’s done, you are gone. It isn’t as refreshing as he’d hoped. Showering. Though he does admit, unintentionally sticking it to you did give him a needed amount of dopamine to get through the night. He tries not to look at his fingernails so much, though. They are still tinged red at the tips, with remnants of gore stuck underneath.

Jack waits till everyone has gone to sleep to use the lobby’s laundry room. He learned that blood washes out with cold water at a young age. So he’s sure to scrub out the extra dark spots before letting the rest rinse out via a wash cycle. Before putting in the pants though, a phone had fallen out of the back pocket.

Skylar’s phone. Shit.

He’d meant to toss it in the dirt along with Ian’s. But must’ve unconsciously held onto it… as if she’d need it back.

When Jack picks it up it vibrates with a message. From you. The ID reads ‘Bitch <;3’. He has to admit… it is very you.

sky, it reads, sky pick up wut happened at the shed??

…

i know you see this

jack says he saw you with ian. tell me he’s fuckin wit me

Especially with how long the dots float then stop, then float again, indicating you’re trying desperately to figure out what words to say. And then backtracking on them.

sky QUIT leaving me on read i’m so serious rn

…

I KNOW YOU SEE THIS BITCH!!!

Jack stops there. Pocketing the phone. He sighs, “Gonna be a long day tomorrow.”

—

You texted all through the night. Jack had to eventually turn  it on silent and shove it in his nightstand drawer. Though when he woke up and checked it again, there were 50+ messages waiting for him. You hadn’t stopped until two in the morning. It was a virtual moodswing of desperate pleas, cusses, and threatening emojis. As he scrolled back up to the texts from a month before, it seemed as though emojis were really your whole thing. Most notably ones with hearts, laughter, and occasionally the wine emoji.

Jack was almost grateful Skylar wasn’t on the receiving end of either anymore. Whether it be by voice or text, you were a very chatty person.

It was business as usual. Kids clamored to him once more (some were crying, poor dears) and he got an earful from Bill again. The day was so… normal. It was almost as if the dear departed counselors never existed.

FFFFT!

A sharp whistle could be heard across campus. Jack looked over to your high chair and immediately picked up on the drastic change in atmosphere around you. 

Instead of your usual lounging, you sat upright with your arms crossed stiffly. Your leg bounced impatiently. In addition to your usual red lifeguard leotard you now wore a pair of black sunglasses.

“Keep the water out of your mouth, David!” You shout, “You wanna catch something?”

A counselor - whose name tag read ‘Shaun’ - came up beside him. “What’s up with the lifeguard? She’s been in a shit mood all day…” He asked.

Jack shrugged, “I couldn’t tell ya.”

Every slight mishap earned the kids a taste of that shrill whistle. He felt bad they had to deal with your sour mood. Of course he knew the cause, and that only added to the guilt…

FFFFT!

He had to put a stop to this.

There was an odd sense of deja vu as he marched up to your high chair. This time he knocked on the ladder. You look down at him through your shades.

“What?” You snap.

“Get down here, I need to talk to you.” Jack said.

“Can’t you see I’m doing something?”

“Y/N-”

“As in my job?”

“Now.”

You narrow your eyes at him before hopping down the chair. You saunter up to him and snatch off your shades. There’s a venomous look in your eyes. “What is it?” You said.

Jack folded his arms. “First off, I appreciate the initiative you’re taking in your position as of late,”

“Thanks. Can I go now?”

“However… I can’t say I agree with the way you’re going about it.”

Your eye twitches and you throw your head back with a bitter laugh. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me…” You mutter.

“Far from it, actually.”

“What do you want from me?” You said, “You say you want me to take my job seriously, but now you say you don’t like how I’m doing it? Can you make up your damn mind?!”

Jack then leans down just inches away from your face, “What I want is for you to leave your emotions at the door when mentoring these kids,” He hissed, “And if you can’t do that I will exercise my ability as a counselor to get you removed. Are we clear?”

You held each others’ gazes for a while. And with you already at your lowest, you’d been the first to give in. You sigh, “...Crystal.”

He nods and puts on a big smile, feeling a bit of smug satisfaction. “Good. Enjoy the rest of your shift, Y/N.”

He ignores your muttered demand that he “go to hell”  and walks off. Though not without hearing your whistle once more.

FFFT!

“Hey, I’m not kidding about the lake water – cut that shit out!”

—

Though you loosened the reins, the kids had avoided you like the plague. The counselors gave you heavy side eye the rest of the day. And once it was time to eat dinner, you asked Bill if you could excuse yourself. He allowed it.

You sat on the steps of the lodge, staring out at the lake. The water was still and began to reflect the deep purple in the sky. Crickets chirped and you even spotted a few fireflies. It was such a calm scene, and yet the whole time you were feeling like shit.

You pull out your phone and go to Skylar’s contact which had been changed from ‘Whore<3’ to ‘Dirty skank die die’. Not your most creative nickname.

All the texts you sent were still on read. Though with all that you’d said, you now wonder if it were better this way. It was like you were a completely different person in these. You always liked to say you weren’t for the drama, but you were certain if you showed this to any reality show host they’d fire everyone on set and make you their star. You hung your head and groaned.

Before you could wallow any further the sound of an engine came close to you. You look up and Sunny Day Jack puts the Moke in neutral and leans over in his drivers’ seat.

“Hey, why the long face, camper? Lose your group?” Jack quips.

“You’re not funny.” You said blandly.

“Well, that’s why I’m a camp counselor first.” Jack said. “Why aren’t you inside?”

“I’m not feeling the menu…” You reply.

“Don’t you always go nuts for spaghetti night?”

“What’s it to you?”

Jack rolls his eyes, “You always scream out that spaghetti night “is your bitch”, so if you’re not managing it like a decent pimp something has to be wrong…”

A twitch of a smirk plays on your lips and you gesture blandly to the lodge with an exaggerated sigh. “My bitch knows her way around the corner. It’ll be fine.”

“If that’s the case then, I’m sure you’d want something to put on your stomach nonetheless…”

“That being…?”

He grins, “I’ve been wanting a change of palette myself. And the local Popov’s just started serving burgers. You in?”

[moodymelanist]

prompt: nessian at sephora idk what they're doing or what they're buying idk it'd just be so cute though gor crazy with this prompt if you decide to do it 🫶🏼 love the fics btw

Thank you so much 🫶🏽 I wanted to try and get to this for romance week but it got away from me, so I hope you don’t mind me taking so long to get to it!

“Cassian!” Nesta yelled from upstairs. “Put on your shoes! We’re going to the mall!”

Cassian jerked himself awake from where he’d been dozing on the couch at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice. “Wha?”

“I need to get Emerie a birthday gift,” she explained once she was downstairs. “She said she wanted this new blush from Sephora, and I need you to be my guinea pig so I can get the right color.”

“Okay,” he agreed once his brain was back online. He was more than secure enough in his masculinity to let her use him as a makeup tester, and maybe he could sneak in a surprise gift of his own for her if he was sneaky enough. She always rolled her eyes at the little things he grabbed for her, but he knew how much she enjoyed them deep down. “Let me get my jacket.”

Ten minutes later, they were in the car and on the way to the mall. Nesta put on one of the new Taylor Swift songs, and Cassian found himself humming along no matter how much he denied he was a Swiftie.

He pulled into a parking spot in the garage easily enough, and they made their way into Sephora without too much fuss. It was surprisingly empty for a Saturday afternoon, but he wouldn’t complain about that. “I always forget how bright it is in here.”

“That’s why you should always test stuff in natural lighting before you decide to keep it,” Nesta replied absentmindedly, her eyes quickly searching through the store as she looked for the right brand. “Oh, there it is. Come on.”

He followed her lead to the Rare Beauty display, more than content to let her use the inside of his arm for as many swatches as she wanted. “What’s the difference between this and the stuff you use?”

“Liquid blush can be a lot more pigmented,” she answered as she dabbed the shade Lucky onto his arm. It was a shockingly bright pink that she ultimately vetoed before moving onto the next one. “See? You don’t need that much.”

“Oh I see alright,” he murmured, more than content to watch her in her element with a happy little smile. She loved makeup, whether it was the more natural look she tended to do for work or the more dramatic ones she liked to do when they were going out. “And I’m liking what I’m seeing alright.”

Nesta rolled her eyes, but her cheeks went a little pink at the compliment anyway. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love me anyway,” Cassian replied, grinning as he leaned down to press a kiss to the side of her face.

“God help me, but I do,” she murmured. She looked up and stole a kiss while he was still close to her, leaving his lips pleasantly warm and tingling before she went back to blending blushes out on his forearm.

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[chevvy-yates]

OC as Horror Trope

Got tagged by @pinkyjulien and @elvenbeard. <3

RULES: Take this uQuiz for your V/OC

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as always I did all in one:

Ryder

the monster

it was not your fault– at first, at least. you can not help being the way you are. and even if you could, would you choose to change? they met you with torches raised and screaming mouths, the only choice you had was to flee. but you will not stay away forever. they whisper your name in fear, and you will make sure you hurt them just as much as they hurt you.

Thyjs

the ancient evil

they have wronged you. perhaps, once, you were something powerful– something to be looked at with adoration and worship and fear. but time does not yield to you, and when you lay to sleep, you awake to find yourself forgotten. your rage is insatiable. no matter what, you will make sure they do not forget this time.

Vijay

the haunted house

decrepit and falling apart at the seams; time has not been kind to you, has it? termites have nestled in your bones, and stray cats find comfort in your sinews. you may be victim to time and erosion, but your abandoned corpse remains a refuge for unwanted things. vermin and ghosts thank you. what greater kindness can there be than offering shelter?

Jaysen

the killer

was there ever a choice? maybe, but that fork in the road is far, far behind you. you surround yourself now with sharp things, tools to harm, and they have become your only family. you are the thing that goes bump in the night, and you hunt for scurrying mice like a hungry cat. maybe, just maybe, though, one can finally put an end to your hunt, and allow you to finally rest.

—

Ry and Vijay do fit exactly.

For Ryder it is basically his whole life summarized so far he went through. He will get his wrath for sure and despite the text saying it: he wants to change and get rid of the monster.

Vijay … my poor Vijay. What esle could describe him better than a haunted house? Jeez. Give everyone shelter and love but horribly damaged in parts you do not see, forever haunted by nightmares of his past.

I'm struggling a bit with Thyjs's and Jay's results tho.

Thyjs does fit in terms of that Militech betrayed him and he wants justice now for what was done to his father, his squad and himself (all are dead except him). Maybe he's been some ancient evil in his former life as well. He gets looked at with adoration indeed, they respect him and some maybe also fear him. He sometimes seems alien (I also just learned his major arcana is the Devil and second is the Lovers … well idk how to deal with this discovery?).

And Jay? Bruh, what? I mean he's ruthless with enemies. He was raised in NC that we all know is a dangerous place. He has fun in hacking people in a lethal way, especially if they don't tell him what he wants to hear. His hunt? maybe the search for his brother. He will go over dead bodies to finally find him. And it may only stop once he found him. It's the only way I can explain it to myself.

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tagging:

@nervouswizardcycle, @gloryride, @dreamskug, @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @theviridianbunny, @therealnightcity, @morganlefaye79, @kittenchrissy, @jaymber, @hydrasshole, @afterdark-vp, @wraithsoutlaws, @kharonion, @dustymagpie, @fereldanwench, @rosapexa and @heywoodvirgin . No pressure tho! And sorry if you got tagged already <3

[just-a-random-raccoon]

Por favor mis seguidores en español díganme si quieren esto traducido.

Ok meanwhile I was doing chapter 4 I was thinking about this, and like I say to myself "fuck it for something I have raccoon little talks tag" so yeah.

As you can see in my one-shots and whole stories in general, you can see I LOVE TO PUT PETER AS OVERPROTECTIVE. I feel like Peter is almost a character never touched? Idk just feeling it, not complaining though I love basically all DSaF related works.

I know this is like going out of character? I think? But like, I also love experimenting with the Kennedy characters, you see, the fact in my After Death AU Peter separate against his will of his siblings because of Caroline to start a family left him to only go monthly visiting them (he isn't going to stop visiting them and sending them money it's a big no no)

And later on he also blames (and still blames) himself for what happened. iI always starts as a "If I didn't abandoned them" and ends in a hypothetically set up where Dee and Jack don't die, Peter likes this and "lives" in this world slowly believing Dee and Jack are with him, which make Caroline worried for him. (Also you can see Caroline is a big influence in here because I wanted to make her figurate I think she gets less protagonist so yeah)

She was even considering to search professional help for him, but didn't so because of the money. When Peter died the blame was still there and when he was turned into a phone guy, he waked up in the middle of the night "randomly" just for apologize for something he didn't know what it was until later when he recovers his memories with Caroline.

When he gets to the Afterlife, he sees this as the opportunity he never had to protect Dee and Jack, he had hope that with this he COULD make up for not being in there with them, either way it doesn't matter now because Dee had mature and Jack wasn't coming back, and Dave is already taking care of his soul.

Maybe in another post I will talk about Dave's obsession to protect Blackjack at all cost and why that happens.

So to summarize: Peter can't let go of his past because he blames himself and wants to make up, which makes it worse because Dee has mature and Jack well... Isn't exactly there.

[plutobutartsy]

some nate facts :3

tagging @swanconcerto and @oceanicwhitetipshark because you guys seemed excited :3 fair warning though:

1. this is really long so don't feel obligated to read everything and

2. i mention nate's dad being an angry asshole specifically in relation to how it's affected nate, but nothing graphic or too in dephth. still, please be mindful of your own triggers <3

he's a werewolf! poor briar (remember, he's scared of dogs, hehe i am so funny)

like briar, he is the youngest child, he has an older brother (isaiah, 19) and an older sister (selah, 26)

nate is short for nathan! him and his siblings all have biblical names (take this with a grain of salt, i did like one google search so if it's wrong. idk)

his dad was a horrible and angry man and nate is constantly haunted by the fear that he will turn out just like his father

it doesn't help that out of all three siblings he looks the most like his dad. he has the same white hair and nose.

he somehow convinced himself that if he let's himself feel any intense emotions, even positive ones, they will turn to anger so he tries to keep a tight lid on everything.

he took some time off school and lived with his mom's childhood friend martha and her husband. they live on a farm in the middle of bum fuck nowhere (not really, just a small village but nate is a city girl (gn))

his mother hoped being away from the city he grew up in, and thus being away from a place he associates his father with, would help him "get over" his issues. with a bit of prodding from selah, their mom also got him a therapist near where he was staying

he still has some resentment towards his mom because of that. he feels like she just gave up on him and decided to push him away and out of her sight

despite that, his time away really did help him with accepting his emotions more but if you look too closely, you can see his smile falter a bit! :)

additionally, whenever he feels even the slightest bit of anger he panics and bolts

i should mention that his pack (formed by his parents and now solely run by his mother) used to treat him like a ticking time bomb because of his similarities to his father so uhh that did NOT help

of course not the ENTIRE pack but a few of the older members treating him that way was enough

that's why being away from all that was so good for him, it was just so refreshing to be treated like a person and to not only be allowed to feel freely, but to be encouraged to do so

his treatment has improved since he got back (thanks to his siblings letting it be known they won't tolerate this shit any longer) but he still gets dirty looks from time to time

there's rumors going around at his school that he spent his time away in juvie because his anger issues got the best of him

all this is very sad and tragically ironic since he's SUCH a sweetheart, always has been

evie transferred to his school like a month before nate came back and when he did, some people told evie that he was bad news and she was like what. he's a saint.

he loved being on the farm and really bonded with the animals. named every single one of them and can tell which is which no matter how similar they all look.

still visits and helps whenever he can

the type to be late to meetings because he got caught up helping every single person in his sight

sometimes just squats down on the side walk to watch the ants go about their stuff. he's hypnotized.

when he needs time to think he goes to one of those pet shops and stares at the aquariums until he feels the manager glare at him for loitering. he gets sad thinking about the fish being trapped but he likes watching them anyways

insanely good with kids. he loves watching the younger kids in the pack and they love him even more. he let's them climb all over him they use him like a jungle gym. so even if their parents are wary of nate they have to put up with him lol

does a lot of art! mainly pottery and poetry though!! but he also crochets, the repetitive movement relaxes him

in general he really likes working with his hands, that's why he enjoys pottery and the farm work so much

a disaster in the kitchen. local teenage boy tries to make eggs, 5 injured 1 dead

vegetarian!! almost vegan. he either gets his non-meat animal products from sellers he knows are ethical or not at all.

absolutely obsessed with shitty romance novels you know like the types you get at the airport. will talk your ears off about them. no escape.

this got really long so i'm going to make a seperate post with relationship stuff for my beloveds :3

[shipcestuous]

Sorry if it's a silly question or one you've answered before, but what's that "grade on a curve" ask referring to? I tried looking for more context in your discussion and anti tags, but I couldn't find anything, idk if that's due to Tumblr's search system.

Anyway, I personally think trying to prove anything to antis is a wasted effort in most cases. Most of them seem to be looking for reasons to get angry, possibly because they don't feel important or in control irl so they want to play the part of the hero battling the bad guys For The Greater Good online and get clout and admiration for it, so they're not generally the best people to try and have reasonable arguments with. Plus, with how many of them can be hilariously hypocritical about their interests ("you writing a physically abusive relationship in your fic proves you're unstable and dangerous, but me drawing a lot of violence and gore is perfectly okay," "we're essentially shipping the same problematic ship but I see myself as someone with good critical analysis skills and you as someone who's either stupid or evil, so it's fine for me to put it in my fanworks but not for you," etc.) I have my doubts about them reading "incest shipping isn't really a free-for-all, people have different tastes and opinions" and NOT somehow getting "people who like incest ship in THIS way are okay, but people who like incest ships in THAT way deserve all the hate they get" out of it...

On the other hand, I absolutely DO think it's important for incest shippers, proship/anti anti types, and people who just care about other people's comfort in fandom space in a healthy, non-self-centered way to be aware that we all have different preferences, boundaries, and even triggers, and that's okay! Just to make an example, if I like sharing fluffy headcanons about a wholesome brosis ships with you (general you), that doesn't necessarily mean I'll be okay with you reccing me hardcore BDSM darkfics about a codependent twincest ship out of the blue just because I'm into incest. Or, if I like twisted, manipulative parent/child and I've gushed about it you, even on multiple occasions, that doesn't necessarily mean I'll be okay with you suggesting me an extreme underage noncon scenario for the same ship, just because I like my incest dark and fucked-up.

We all have a place in fandom, no matter if our tastes run wholesome or twisted, vanilla or hardcore... and I think it's safe to say that many of us actually like both, even if at different times, for different ships, in different context or different combinations! But to coexist together peacefully, we have to be clear about what we want or don't want from our fandom experience, and respect other people's boundaries. Even when we don't get them, or we think they're too specific, or they're the squshy "X is yes or a soft no for me depending on the day, unless Y happens, then it's a HARD no" or "X is a hard no for me unless Y happens when Z, then it's just a soft no or, in a W context, even a yes" kind. (And, as someone who does have some squishy boundaries, let me tell you: they're actually WAY more frustrating when you try to formulate them in an understandbable manner so you don't accidentally cause any misunderstanding than when you have to hear them out, lol.)

Fortunately, I don't think I've actually seen cases like these happen a lot among incest shippers. But I think it always good to keep all this in mind!

Hi Anon,

I apologize for making things difficult for you. The grading-on-a-curve analogy first came up in this post. It was primarily a discussion of Cathy and Chris, so I didn't link back to it.

I agree with you. Many antis cannot be reasoned with, will always assume the worst, and need to pass judgment to validate themselves, or some other psychological reason. If we start regulating our behavior to appease them, they win. As always, the best way to deal with the issue is to ignore them, create content, and enjoy ourselves. But even though they are prone to assumptions, we also don't want to give them any fuel for assuming the wrong thing about us as shippers.

And then within our community its important not to make assumptions, but I think we have a pretty good understanding among ourselves that tastes vary. But it's good to remember to always give details when recommending things so that people can make informed decisions.

Thanks for sharing these thoughts, Anon!

[sleepygamerotaku]

sleepy selfship hcs

Paring:

Belhpegor, Scaramouche, Vil Schoenheit, Diluc Ragnivindr, L Lawliet, Dan Heng X me (? s/i??)

Prompt:

none

Content Warnings:

uhmm..?? insomnia, mentions of sleep issues idk i probably missed something

Reader pronouns:

not mentioned ig

Authors note:

it is almost 2 AM for me- i have not slept so uhm ignore any grammar mistakes i'm tired and too lazy to fix them- this is painful for my tired lil smooth brain to do ong- also uhm happy pride month i'll do a pride month related thing later ig-also my first time putting little uhm.. character qoute thingies on there so yea- also ik this is cringe but i'm tired and in a fruity sleepy mood also kinda too lazy to properly tag

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♡　I like to think that Belhpegor has made a nest in the attic with like a bunch of blankets and pillows and plushies he stole from me (like not the bed he has up there―somewhere behind the curtains probably)and he grew attached to it because of how long he was up there-

♡　With this in mind- in the wee hours of night Belphie will take me up there and like snuggle into the nest with me and like i play with his hair and we just sleep until it's already lunch and the brothers have to send a search party for us/j

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"C'mon...~ we can stay sleeping like this just a bit longer.. right?"

♡　Uhm i just like to think―totally not just bc i'm gay or anything― that Scaramouche really loves to cuddle. especially after a long and tiring day- like it doesn't matter if it's on a bed a couch or outside somewhere in the woods(he doesn't really like pda―honestly same― so if it's somewhere really visible it's an immediate no) he'll randomly kinda just- slink his arms around my shoulders or waist and rest his chin on my head. he'll also instantly fall asleep we're lying down and i fidget with the pads of his rough, slender fingers. just instantaneous comfort for both of us

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"..If you think I enjoy you playing with my fingers like this then- wait... don't stop... "

♡　Me, being the light sleeper i am, wake up to the slightest and movements of sounds and struggle to fall asleep. just in general. Vil, knowing this, complains about my horrendous sleeping schedule and how it'll worsen my already terrible eye bags. because of this Vil refuses to let me sleep alone because he thinks i'm doing this to myself. she's harsh to me but it's because he's genuinely concerned. she'll cuddle me until i start dozing off and will not move. a. single. hair. he'll help me with makeup if my eyebags get too bad though<33

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"Augh.. Potato, if you keep this up your beautiful face will be ruined with those pesky dark circles... though it rather suits you, love, i cannot allow your nights to be tiresome and sleepless."

♡　Due to how late Diluc trends to come home he's upset when i'm awake because it's very late but he's glad to be greeted by his boyfriend. almost immediately gets out of his work clothes and slips into bed with me. i like to think he sleeps without a shirt on so uhm... tiddie pillow soft and warm ♥

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"I've missed you my love.. I'm glad to be home after what feels to be a century... thank you for this"

♡　L is also just as guilty when it comes to having a bad sleeping schedule. but when he isn't busy―which is basically never― he'll try to sleep with me and he talks about anything and everything until i get tired bc he's gay like that-

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"Dear, I have an exuse to be awake at such unhealthy hours, but it's bringing me concern for you. Come, we'll sleep together for a while.."

♡　Hear me out tho- Dan Heng probably gives like the best cuddles ever. i just like to think that he'd hold me with a tight possessive grip but gentle and not enough hurt me. he's just too baby to ever actually hurt me on purpose. he'll try to caress my cheek but i just grab his hand and leave it against my face. this mentally kills him (in a /pos way ofc) he gets all blushy and giggly. he also gushes s lot when he's sleepy. just a lil habit of his<33

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"I really do not understand how I got so lucky.. what..? n-no... I'm not blushing.."

thank you for reading! reblogs are greatly appreciated<3 please don't copy/translate my works to different platforms.

[lilolilyr]

I posted 25.803 times in 2022

133 posts created (1%)

25.670 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@purlturtle

@queenofcrabs

@aquitainequeen

@existentialvoidofexistence

@toboldlynerd

I tagged 10.503 of my posts in 2022 (41%)

#x – 527 posts

#goncharov – 443 posts

#esc'22 – 361 posts

#queen dead – 298 posts

#*cue crabs* – 186 posts

#threshold day – 179 posts

#q – 177 posts

#mine – 149 posts

#andromaquynh – 144 posts

#tog art – 141 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#anyway apart from lotr i think any fictional death gets a ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ it's fictional and them not-dying is just as fictional so idc

I gave 1 gift in 2022

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My Top-Posts in 2022:

#5

54 notes – posted 24. Juli 2022

#4

58 notes – posted 2. August 2022

#3

New photo of Cybill Shepherd and Talia Shire as Katya and Sofia in Goncharov (1973) resurfaced! Had the two characters originally been supposed to have a kiss scene that was later cut from the movie?

68 notes – posted 25. November 2022

#2

Ot3 fake-dating fanfic idea:

Your main character has a top secret job that they have to travel a lot for - when asked by their date why they had to leave in a hurry, in a panic they said it's because they're actually poly/ in an open relationship and have to go home to their partner. They don't expect to get a second date after that, but lo and behold actually the date calls back and over time they get into a mostly long-distance relationship - in which the lies about their 'other relationship' quickly pile up...

Now the date wants to meet the other partner, maybe because the main character made them seem much too nice - and now they have to pretend to be in a relationship with their co-worker....

Please @ me if anybody writes this, no matter the fandom!

86 notes – posted 23. January 2022

My #1 of the year 2022

221 notes – posted 18. August 2022

Hol dir deinen Tumblr-Jahresrückblick 2022 →

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Because obvs it doesn't show the full posts, espesh with moodboards, I added screenshots of the actual top posts below, plus some other interesting facts!

What I'd also love to have on the year in review is: what posts did I reblog the most times? What was my longest reply conversation? How many times did I reach post limit, and how often did I change my blog heading/description?

Wbu guys, any more ideas? :D

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The one-pic previews for the moodboards re also rly pretty xD but here's the real deal

Adsfg that's what happens if the post gets squished small while font size stays the same huh? Well I hope that doesn't happen on many phones without the year in review background... Oh well!

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My top post results almost got skewed by memeing to 1 thing again! Not as badly as last year with 100% ESC content, but Goncharov definitely made it in xD even though I made most of the posts, all the non Katya/Sofia ones rly, on sideblogs... Thankfully lmao! Also # N°2!!!

Apropos top hashtags, x is my tag to separate rambling from search tags so that's obviously on a lot of posts... & It's cool that Andromaquynh is apparently still my most blogged about, or at least most tagged, ship! Though that it's the only ship in the top 10 is also rather fascinating

& then queen dead - cue crabs! My anti royalty tag combo made it onto the list, in the correct order even xD

And of Course there's threshold day up there as well lmao. Reached post limit for that

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If you're on mobile and the archive link I put on the '133 posts created' doesn't work, here's one for mobile also including reblog additions and the like, or here's the archive link to copy to your mobile browser:

https://lilolilyr.tumblr.com/archive/2022/12/tagged/my%20post

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Bc it says, with tags, who you most reblogged from, other ppl then get tagged by these years in review... & I got tagged a lot lmao

Browneyedgenius Frogswithasmallkn1fe Panicatthesocialmedia Banashee Lonely-night Petrichoraflora Purlturtle Falyakonmp3 glassbearclock

Idk whether to be proud or worried that I'm on here too much for my stuff to show up on so many ppls dashs xDxD

& while there are some beloved mutuals and long-time followers on that list, there are also several I've never seen before?? Did they change their urls recently or do they post so little that I never noticed them in my notes even though I'm one of their biggest post suppliers? I may never know xD

Ahh I checked again and @falyakonmp3 @glassbearclock I think I know your sideblogs? TOG fandom for the win :D fits in with that being in my top hashtags twice :) happy you guys enjoy my reblog collection & mayhaps occasional original content!

just one blog mystery left xD frog who are you

Also @purlturtle looks like we reblog a lot from each other! 😄🤗 Mutuals supreme

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I was gonna say ExcUse YOu tumblr, I gave 2 gifts this year??? Then realized it might have been from a different account

Anyway I gave crabs twice, I wanted to give someone checkmarks for her birthday the second time but that wasn't possible so crabs it was!

I also got a gift once this year, at least I think it was this year? Some months back anyway I got ad-free tumblring for a month!

Anyone want to gift me that again, or crabs for my birthday this weekend? :D

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That Pikachu ad man made it onto the yir gif is hilarious!

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& Yes I am back in the country & somewhat back on tumblr, too!

Not too active yet bc uni stuff I need to catch up on, so I'll keep my heading for another week or so, but I'm reachable again 😁

Not that I've been completely out of contact, the Airbnb had wifi and I've uploaded a lot of pics in my insta stories, those who follow me might've seen... But I've been completely off tumblr and discord to enjoy my vacay, even when I did have wifi

[unluckyplanet]

I posted 6,745 times in 2022

That's 4,117 more posts than 2021!

38 posts created (1%)

6,707 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@dingdongyouarewrong

@zenosanalytic

@vampslxsher

@scmeat-flavored-icecream

@abraxas-calibrator

I tagged 246 of my posts in 2022

#0 - 2 posts

#saved - 7 posts

#unreality - 3 posts

#i think - 3 posts

#nice - 2 posts

#lmao - 2 posts

#delicious - 2 posts

#pls - 2 posts

#my classpect - 2 posts

#why? - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 93 characters

#teenager who gets super powers from a magical (well radioactive) spider is magical girl stuff

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

One day I need to catalogue how many of my OC’s personality descriptions start with “this person is a fucking weirdo” or... well, some variation of that.

2 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

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any lit roleplayers want to do a homestuck fansession? trolls, humans, cherubs, idk, pokemon. I’m up for anything. I’m just bored

2 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

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I am the asexual stereotype of making the most mind-in-the-gutter comments and jokes and I love it

Love it!

2 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#2

Homestuck Rp?

Homestuck has yet again taken over my brain, so rp search time! For the basics, I am a minor. I have about 5 years of roleplay experience. I’m semi-lit (one to two paragraphs) though that doesn’t matter as much in this scenario. I’m looking for a partner around the same age as me (15-17) to do a OC-Only Sburb roleplay with either trolls, humans or a mix of both.

We’d both play a handful of characters in a fansession and I’d really appreciate a someone who likes to analyze classpects, make wacky land ideas, or generally introduce shenanigans into a session! My preferred platform is Discord, so either message me here or send me a friend request on discord (Jupiter#7701)

2 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Mcyt Valentinegram

For @pondwatrr

Summary: Wilbur and Tommy are attempting to run a one-party election for L’manberg Presidency, and there’s someone who is not going to let it slide. 

Wilbur stepped up to the podium and looked over at the crowd. It seems like all of L’manberg was here. You could feel the anticipation, the chitter chatter of people excited to see what would happen. Wilbur pulled the mic closer to him, and cleared his throat. The crowd fell silent, wayward eyes all landing on him and Tommy.

“People of L’manburg!” Wilbur greeted his citizens with a sweeping gesture of his hand. “Our nation exists as a symbol of freedom! Of triumph against tyranny!”

The crowd cheered in response. The raised their fists in celebration! How could they not? No one before had stood up against Dream and won.

“So it would do us no good to allow such Totalitarianism to exist in our nation,” Wilbur declared. “So! We will be hosting and election.”

“Unfortunately, only one party, Politicians of Gaming, nominated any candidates,” Wilbur told them. “Those being me and Tommy.”

There was a moment of confusion. The crowds looking at each other and whispering to themselves. Had no one else really signed up? Then the doubt melted away. The cheers returned, even louder than before. Who better to lead than their founders? Than the heroes of the war!

“Really Wilbur?”

The crowd quieted. Eyes followed the voice all the way up to a man perched on the dark stone walls. There Quackity was, perched on one the pillars. Dressed in his signature track suit and beanie, wings folded behind him. While the expression on his face was one of lazy amusement, his gaze was piercing. He stared down at Wilbur, the look a accusation in itself.

“Are you so scared of losing that you have to put on a one party election?” Quackity said with a laugh.

Tommy glared up at the duck hybrid. “Hey! It’s not our fault no one else wanted to fuckin’ run!”

Quackity rolled his eyes and unfurled his wings. He glided down to the podium, landing right next to Wilbur. The moment of shock had passed, and a murmur rose from the crowd. The trap was set.

“Nah, but it is your fault that no one got the chance to run.” He grabbed the mic and addressed the crowd. “Did any of you guys hear about this before today?”

The crowd began to mumble amongst themselves. Quackity smirked. It was so satisfying to see their blind enthusiasm melt into doubt with a few words.

“It’s not like anyone’s standing up and asking to run,” Tommy said.

Quackity just stood there, and smiled.

Wilbur narrowed his eyes. “No.”

“Hear that, L’manberg? Seems like the only election your leader wants is a rigged one.”

Wilbur flinched. “I would welcome a rival with open arms, but Quackity, you aren’t even a citizen.”

Quackity shrugged. “Then consider this me officially asking to join.”

Wilbur scowled, but there was nothing he could do and both of them knew it. The trap had sprung and there was no getting out of it now. The crowd was watching, deathly silent. Waiting for what Wilbur would say. Wilbur pulled the microphone towards him.

( @mcytblr-valentine-grams )

4 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

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[vio1315]

So one of the panels I went to involved a guy trying to explain why Link/Zelda/Hyruleans were immoral in BotW and Ganon was good (to further a point about ethics being bs or whatever)

But he was factually wrong on a lot of things, so I’ll go through it

Point about monarchies being a poor governmental system, fine. Everything in that sort of category, I’ll give him.

The rest though

Monsters being intelligent, and thus wrong to kill:

Monsters often are shown to be smarter than animals in multiple games, yeah. They use tools, some of them have language, some can even start fires and show indication of cultures. Regardless on where we rate them on sentience though, the fact remains that they’re an invasive force who attack humans on sight. Even if we look at them on the same level as humans, they’ve essentially entered into someone’s country in an attempt to eradicate that people group or control them. If we believe at all in self defense, it’s justifiable. You can however question some methods as needlessly cruel.

Along with this point, it was also referenced that as long as people stayed in their towns and such, monsters didn’t bug them. So they were clearly living at peace until you decided the monsters needed to die

This is incorrect.

If you notice, every town is either walled off (in varying capacities) or in a defensible position. There are also generally guards of some sort.

(I think that fishing village is the only one not this way...? Though it does have a mountain on one end and ocean on the other, idk how good they’d handle an actual attack)

We never hear of this being a defense against people

Rather, we do see two women directly outside their town being attacked by monsters.

People on the roads being attacked by monsters

There’s not boundaries with these being newly established territories. People are staying in their towns for the added protection from monsters who attack on sight.

They would surely attack the towns as well if they weren’t defended.

So again, this is more akin to the country being taken over by a foreign power/people. The monsters, without proper guidance, can’t make coordinated attacks however, and thus are mainly built around. This doesn’t make self defense morally reprehensible however. Attacking their camps isn’t much different if say some foreign country sent groups to set up camps in our country with the intent of killing as many of us as possible to take over. 

(Stables are another beast entirely, though)

Ganon possibly being a good leader, which we have no proof either way on due to him never successfully gaining the position:

If we go back to OoT, we see that after Ganondorf takes over, everything is destroyed. People are dead in Castle Town, and he rules with an iron fist, hurting people in every civilization just to ensure allegiance. He about wipes out all zora and gorons.

Even if we don’t go back, in BotW, he is more beast like (though he maintains some amount of understanding due to his handling of the guardians) but I don’t think this would help his capacity as ruler.

Historically we see him commit evils, though we get less chance to see him do so in a direct capacity in BotW due to his being sealed.

The best we know is his destruction of Hyrulean cities/similar, killing them, all in their own country and capital. So in his current state, his version of ruling over Hyrule involves wiping them out. There doesn’t seem to be much distinction made between targets. Again, calamity ganon is different than Ganondorf was when he had his mind. Even back when he was human, he had a tendency for wiping out people groups, but as calamity ganon, there’s really no holding back in an attempt to have survivors to serve him

He also spreads the malice which seems to make monsters and the pollution that is harmful to humans (and all living creatures, as it even has extremely negative effects on a dragon, which is much more powerful than humans.)

If he has enough mind left, this at best is him wiping out all Hyruleans to have the land for his own... monsters? 

Not even his own people, as the Gerudo are not free from his targeting.

Likely, calamity ganon has lost his humanity, and is not capable as a ruler on any level, lacking strict control of his thoughts and actions. I mean, calamity is in the name.

The attack against Hyrule (resulting in the guardians being overtaken and Ganondorf sealed) being a justified attack:

It was mentioned that the Hyruleans were looking for weapons to destroy Ganon once and for all, and so his attack was self defense.

This required rewatching cutscenes, as I didn’t honestly remember, but basically the guardians were built before his return 10,000 years prior to BotW. They were employed after he struck again, which is where he got his knowledge of them

So they were made in preparation to fight against him. The fact that he knows about them when they’re attempted to be used again, 100 years in the past, suggests it’s the same Ganon, not a reincarnation.

Thus, they have reason to seek out weapons against him as they prepare for his next attack.

At this point they know he’s been doing this over and over again since the beginning of time

It being wrong to assume Ganondorf will be evil in all reincarnations:

Interesting, but this depends on what theory you go with.

I have usually felt it’s the same Ganon(dorf) without resurrection each time.

Such as

from OoT to TP, it’s the same Ganondorf

From OoT to WW it’s the same Ganondorf

in Zelda to Zelda II it’s the same Ganondorf (though he was killed and Zelda II is trying to /resurrect/ him)

in the seasons and ages games, I forget if they’re trying to break a seal or resurrect him, but it ultimately succeeds and he comes in as Ganon

That’s just from memory. 

So I always had the sense that while the heroes tend to reincarnate, through being sealed and breaking out of seals on top of resurrections, Ganondorf is the same, or very rarely reincarnates

This tends to make Ganon (the beast forms) make more sense in my eyes as he kinda loses more and more humanity in the process each time.

But if we are assuming each Ganondorf is separate unless explicitly stated otherwise, and we are assuming he doesn’t get any memories through the triforce of power (which I don’t think has ever been confirmed, and I forget any hints to it honestly, so it might be fanon) In that case, then yes, you’d obviously want to not just murder him as a preventative measure

That said

Every game where he appears does have him do something bad before you’re sent to face him. In BotW, as mentioned before, they’re expecting the same Ganon, who already seems to be in calamity form. And really, when you look at that, do you really think ‘Yeah that looks super mortal and killable’

No, they were expecting that same thing to return

Like they never went baby hunting or any such thing

In the old days, that would have been really easy too. Find any male Gerudo and kill him? Like before Ganondorf became a beast, it would have been simple.

However, most times the story is such a legend by the next game, that details like that tend to be lost to the people anyways

The Yiga clan being justified:

If Ganondorf can not be made out to be good, the Yiga also can’t.

They’re at a similar level to a cult in some ways, much as I enjoy them. They want Ganondorf to reign, though he destroyed half their country and has never spoken a word. We don’t see evidence that he’s even aware of them, I’d say? 

I’d argue they’re better than the monsters, since they only target Link as far as I recall (they’re human and thus capable of such coordination) but it still doesn’t really spare them for serving calamity Ganon who just killed half the country and then flew around the castle not saying anything for 100 years

(I might have missed some lore somewhere, idk)

And that’s without getting into all the ‘Link’s crazy, seeing his dead friends’ and so on stuff. We all know that stuff is part of the games high fantasy world, and we have been given no reason in the narrative to question the authenticity of seeing these things.

In terms of the point made about Link violating the Gerudos customs and cultures by forcing his way into their city? Desperate times is all I’ll say there. If we believe Ganondorf was a true threat, then we can excuse this sort of thing

Basically, the guy ended his presentation saying that ethics were bs (particularly in gaming?)

But honestly if you twist and misinterpret information, you can do that to anything. There’s very legitimate things to hook onto, but this doesn’t really drive home his point to think things through. If you don’t make legitimate cases yourself, why should I take you seriously?

You know in TP it’s implied that the royal family did pretty terrible things to the gerudo people? There’s literally a prison with torture mechanisms in the desert, classically depicted as where they lived, but no gerudo.

We know a lot of the prisoners were sealed away in another realm there too. It could be argued against, but there’s a lot more evidence for this sort of thing.

We know that in ALttP the soldiers who hunt down Link are being mind controlled/similar. They’re actual people that you kill. There’s something to be said there, and a lot of questions you can ask.

I mean, if you really want to stretch, in WW you’re working with pirates, and we never really know what they did before searching for new land. With how they handled things on Windfall, they did kind of do what they pleased to some extent.

These are off the top of my head, with a little effort, you could think of really valid points to question how we perceive good/evil in these games. I think it’s especially cheap to rely on player action to portray these matters.

If you went through a game like Skyrim, you can play it by joining the dark brotherhood and killing and stealing everything in your path. Or you can not steal, not kill outside of self defense, and so on.

The game gives you options, but it should not be assumed that the game’s protagonist has taken every single option.

You can steal in Link’s Awakening, but we can’t assume that as an inherent part of that Link’s character. That is entirely player choice.

So those are all my feelings involving the points brought up during the panel.

The inaccuracies bothered me is all, but I had little freedom to mention all my points at the time, so they go here.

[phantasticalforce]

Hello, it’s kinda been a while but I set up a twitter for this blog as well as my own personal ps/sf crying! I’ve been trying to be more mindful if possible about reposting certain things and since I see a great deal of classic Phantasy Star and Shining Force things on twitter I thought it was best if I created one where I could like/rt it for others to see without accidently causing fanartists trouble (especially when my Japanese isn’t the best to ask if its ok to repost a lot of the time). It’s bare bones rn but I hope I’ll be able to get to having stuff on it soon! Also sorry again for how slow things have been here; life’s been kicking my butt the past few months and I really haven’t had much of a chance to do much of anything with this blog but I’m trying my best, looks at my huge draft waiting to be unleashed into queue. Thanks for still sticking around this long regardless of though!

[kyufilms]

ㅤㅤ⌗ kanemoto yoshinori ―︎ over & over

synopsis ―︎ in which you’ll always be able to count on the fact that you can find comfort in your best friend, over and over again.

wc + genre + pairing + warnings ―︎ 4.5k words worth of angst and fluff for a bittersweet, one-sided love. best friend!yoshi x gn!reader. not proofread. lowercase intended. i think i was a little too mean o.o (i won’t say the exact trope, but if you want to, you could check the tags for some clarification at the end!! idk how well i actually executed the intended concept, so i thought i’d throw the explanation in just incase).

request ―︎ jules 🥺 i love your work 💙 could i please request an angst imagine for yoshi from treasure? maybe with the concept of best friend!yoshi too?

director’s notes ―︎ AHHHHH!!! i’ve had this idea in my mind for months & even talked about the concept with loki a little while back, so i was really excited to be writing this even though it makes me sad </3 it turned into more of a fic than an imagine lmao. the whole idea is heavily inspired by the song ‘let’s fall in love for the night’ by finneas, but i specifically got inspired after listening to this cover by junny :] there may or may not be a few elements of the fic inspired by ‘best friend’ by rex orange county as well, since i had that & junny’s lfilftn cover looped back to back as i wrote. also! yoshi was almost in reader’s situation, but i actually couldn’t decide whether i wanted yoshi to be person a or person b in terms of the plot, so i flipped a coin to choose how it would go for me :3 anyways, i’m not sure how happy i am with this, but i hope you like it anyways anon <3 im so sorry

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kanemoto yoshinori couldn’t remember how much time had passed since the first time he told you that he loved you.

maybe it’d been a few weeks. maybe a few months had passed. for all he knew, it could’ve been a little over a year now. maybe two. if he was being honest, he could no longer keep count of the days going by. everything always felt like a blur to him.

if you asked him how long he’d loved you, he’d say he wasn’t sure. falling in love with you was never his plan, but it happened before he even realized it, and when he finally did, he didn’t want to stop. it’s not like he could’ve, anyways. even if he wanted to.

maybe knowing how much time had passed was no longer all that important.

after all, you were his best friend. all that really mattered to him was nothing would change between you two. having you by his side was all the comfort yoshi could ever ask for.

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it was 08:31 on a sunday night when notifications illuminated up the once-dark screen of your best friend’s phone, indicating new messages from you. it was almost as if he knew it was you before he even checked the text. it hadn’t even taken thirty seconds for yoshi to come running in from another room when he heard the soft ping of his phone.

08:31 pm | y/n 🌱

they broke up with me.

we got into another fight because they kept telling me to stop hanging around you

and then they told me that they were done with my bullshit because they were tired of me putting you before them

they said that they finally found somebody else

and then they broke up with me.

the second he read the messages, it was as if he was on autopilot, bumbling around the living room in search of his wallet & keys. he found himself forcing on his shoes and grabbing one of his hoodies from the coat closet. he didn’t even bother pulling it on, opting to clutch it in his hand instead. he was rushing to you, nearly forgetting to lock the door on his way out of his apartment.

you saw the three little dots pop up within two minutes of hitting send on your last message to him, his responses hard to read as the tears in your eyes blurred your vision.

08:32 | yoshinori ☁️

don’t go anywhere

i’ll be there in 25

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though yoshi said it’d take twenty-five minutes to get to you, it actually only took fifteen. he may or may not have been going a little bit over the speed limit here and there, and he really shouldn’t have been, but in his eyes, a little bit of trouble was worth it.

you were worth it. always.

you couldn’t remember opening the door to let him in. all you knew was you were sobbing one moment, and the next, he was stepping through the threshold of your front door, pulling you into his arms so you could cry your eyes out as much as you wanted to.

“it’s gonna okay,” he mumbled, rubbing your back as your tears began to form a spot on his shirt. “they’re an idiot. a jealous idiot. fuck what they say; they don’t deserve you, y/n.”

there was a little pang in your chest that hit you as your best friend spoke; you couldn’t even respond. instead, you found yourself hugging yoshi tighter as you tried to bury your head further into his chest, too upset to pull yourself together.

“it’s alright, i’ve got you.”

you’re not quite sure how long you stood there, sobbing in his arms as though you were in hysterics. it could’ve been anywhere from a few more seconds to an entire hour later, but he didn’t mind it at all.

yoshi always knew how to comfort you. he’d never judge you for being frustrated or upset; instead, he’d rather hold your hand and listen to you get everything out of your system. if you didn’t want to talk, that was alright too. he didn’t mind the silence; he just wanted to be there.

he just wanted to make sure you knew you weren’t alone.

“you can let it out, i’m right here. i’m not going anywhere.”

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when you had calmed down enough to pull yourself away from your best friend’s grasp, he guided you over to your couch, making sure you were comfortable before he excused himself for a moment.

curiously, you watched as the red-haired boy busied himself, running back and forth down the hall once or twice, even popping into the kitchen. he was back within all of two minutes, a blanket, your favourite stuffed animal, and two spoons to go along with the emergency tub of your favourite ice cream in his arms.

you didn’t remember telling him where everything was, but you figured he must’ve known you too well & it just slipped your mind.

he didn’t say anything as he began putting things onto the coffee table to free up his hands. instead, he simply laid the blanket over you and placed the stuffed animal by your side. the hoodie that he’d brought along with him reappeared as well, resting in your lap a moment after he passed it over.

only then did yoshi reach for the spoons and the ice cream tub, making himself comfortable as he sat opposite of you in order to see your face. he found that you were still watching him curiously, so he finally spoke up.

“did you wanna talk about it? or would you rather we just binge through one of your favourite shows and eat this entire tub?” he asked, holding it up with a small, comforting smile.

only kanemoto yoshinori could make you laugh despite being in tears mere minutes before, even if it was only a soft giggle.

so with that, you tugged on the hoodie that had previously laid in your lap, beckoning the boy across from you to scoot closer so he could share the blanket.

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“don’t you have to leave soon?” you asked softly, your head resting upon your best friend’s shoulder.

“no. not if you don’t want me to,” he replied, lightly squeezing you into a side hug as he rubbed your arm comfortingly. “are you feeling any better?”

“if i said yes, would you believe me?” you joked, reaching for his hand. you still felt shitty, but something about yoshi’s presence comforted you. the idea of him simply being there already made you feel a little bit lighter than before.

sometimes, it felt like the red-haired boy next to you was the only person in the world who understood you, but that wasn’t a bad thing. whenever the thought crossed your mind, it made sense to you; he was there for you through thick & thin.

everything was just so easy when it came to him; there was no reason to argue. you had your opinions, he had his, and even despite some of your differences, at the end of the day, you not only felt respected, but you felt seen.

“let’s take a drive,” he changed the topic. “we don’t have to go anywhere in particular. we could just get something to eat and drive around until you feel okay, yeah?”

“i’d like that,” you smiled softly, picking your head up from his shoulder and taking his hand as he pulled you up from the comfort of the couch.

ㅤ ⇌︎

a few hours would pass before you made it back home from the drive, but it’s not like the two of you had much to do anyway.

“thank you for cheering me up,” you spoke up gently, your tone barely audible as you focused your eyes on the last stoplight before the two of you would reach your house.

“it’s nothing,” he shrugged, stealing an unnoticed glance at you as the two of you waited for the light to flicker from red to green.

you were ethereal in his eyes. sure, you weren’t wearing anything fancy, and maybe your eyes were a little red & puffy from crying earlier, but it wouldn’t change his opinion of you. he’d grown to love every little thing about you, even outside of your looks.

he loved that you were the type to stop while you were out & rush over to pet every dog that you could if you were given a chance.

he loved that you were the type to text him the dumbest jokes at three in the morning, just because it made you laugh like a fool and you wanted to share something you thought was funny.

he loved that you would never lie to him, even if you wanted to. you were always honest with him, and though you could sound blunt or sarcastic at times, he appreciated it. frankly, it made him feel like you were comfortable with him.

for every little quirk you had, yoshi had found a reason to love you.

“i just don’t like seeing you sad,” he added onto his previous words, pulling his gaze off you after a moment. he still worried for you, knowing how bad you were probably hurting after everything that happened.

yet, even when you were sad, he couldn’t help but adore you.

ㅤ ⇌︎

“it’s really late. are you sure you don’t wanna just stay over?”

it was 03:52 in the morning, but you couldn’t really understand why he was so insistent on leaving at first. you couldn’t explain why, but you were somewhat sad that he was leaving; it was like a part of you knew something was off, but it didn’t make sense to you.

you’d see him tomorrow, right?

“it’s alright,” he smiled reassuringly as he stood in the doorway, “i have a few things i still need to sort through at home anyways. if you need anything though, you know you can always call me.”

the door to your house was half-closing when you found yourself reaching for the handle and stopping it before it could shut completely. the next thing you knew, you were outside, standing right behind the boy who had frozen in his place.

“hey, is everything alright?” you called after him gently, “i know i probably should’ve asked you sooner, but i just wanted to check. i was a little distracted when you were busy cheering me up earlier, but now that i think about it, you seem a little down.”

if there was one thing in the world you hated, it was liars.

you mentioned it several times before. you would rather be hurt upfront by the people you care about most instead of having them spare you the pain with a teeny little lie. at least then, even if they hurt you, you could convince yourself that you’d learn to cope.

when your best friend turned around to face you, something was off, but you didn’t know what, and unluckily for you, the boy that stood across from you was one hell of an actor at times.

“i’m alright, y/n,” he relaxed a little, giving you another one of his signature reassuring smiles. “really, i was just worried about you.”

if you could curse him and that smile of his, you probably would. you’d never admit it, and you might not even know it yourself, but you had a weak spot when it came to him.

yoshi always knew how to reassure you; it was like a double-edged sword, both a gift and a flaw.

“okay,” you let your hands find their way into the pocket of his hoodie that you had yet to take off. “you’d tell me if something else was bothering you, right? this friendship thing works two ways, you know.”

the sound of his laughter at the words you said had been enough to make you smile subconsciously. maybe you were overthinking things. you had a long day, after all.

“of course i would. you’re my best friend, after all.”

“you promise?” it was as if you were under a spell. you don’t know what prompted you to ask him that question; you didn’t even realize what you’d said until he answered.

“i promise.”

the pressure that built up in your chest had completely vanished by then, and before you knew it, you were smiling like a fool and wrapping your arm around his torso. “alright, i know it’s late and you’re gonna tease me for being sappy, so i won’t keep you here any longer,” you joked, squeezing him lightly before pulling away. “text me when you get home, just so i know, okay?”

“i will.”

“goodnight, i love you,” you grinned, laughing softly as you turned around to walk back to your door.

the random ‘i love you’ that you had thrown in at the end of your sentence was meant to be harmless.

while your best friend wasn’t really one to say it, you, on the other hand, expressed it freely. over the years you’d known him, you figured he was just careful about saying it back, so you didn’t ask questions. it never seemed to do any damage before, and the fact that yoshi never really said it back hadn’t affected you much either.

something about that night was different.

if you had just stayed looking in his direction a few more seconds, maybe you would’ve seen it; the way he froze all over again as if he didn’t see it coming.

unfortunately for you, your timing seemed to be off, and as you turned around once you stepped foot in the doorway, he snapped himself out of whatever trance he was in.

there was a smile on his face, but if you’d seen it, you couldn’t be sure if it was to reassure you or himself. he could mask his mixed emotions all he wanted, but the usual softness of his gaze wouldn’t quite reach his eyes the same way it usually would.

he knew something you didn’t.

“goodnight, y/n. i love you.”

ㅤ ⇌︎

when yoshi woke up in his apartment hours later, a single thought crossed his mind.

maybe this time would be different.

a mix of hopefulness and uneasiness bubbling up inside him left him too nervous to check his phone. he didn’t dare look for the hoodie he left behind with you, nor did he turn on the news or check the calendar to be sure of the day’s date.

he was scared.

while he hoped that things would be different, he was downright terrified of what would happen if his hopes came true.

perhaps he should’ve thrown all caution to the wind.

maybe if he didn’t overthink everything, he’d stop hoping he’d see you sooner & actually do something about it. as luck would have it though, yoshi was careful. perhaps a little too careful.

he’d force himself to wait and see if he was right.

ㅤ ⇌︎

the hours seemed to go by at the slowest rate.

when the red-haired boy finally allowed himself to leave his bedroom, the sun was no longer in the sky. instead, a dark blue hue painted the endless sights above his head, the color continuing to fade away over time.

08:21 pm.

the silence that filled the air only thickened as the minutes seemed to count down, but the thoughts running through yoshi’s mind were too loud to ignore.

what would happen to the two of you afterwards?

would things stay the same?

if something changed, would it be for better or for worse?

the loudest thought of all, however, was the one that had worried him the most.

would he lose you for good if you found out?

08:29 pm.

he didn’t want to risk losing you. he couldn’t.

you were all he’d known and all he ever wanted.

how was he supposed to let you go if things didn’t go right?

08:31 pm.

the familiar chime that indicated notifications brought the boy out of his thoughts before he could think any further, and when he realized what had happened, he froze for a second.

walking out to the living room with a hint of speed in his steps, he slowed as he approached the coffee table where his phone lay. the screen lit up as the notifications rolled in, and at the top of the bubbles, he saw the familiar letters that formed your name.

the feeling or realization that had hit him in the moment was confusing. yoshi wasn’t really sure what he should have felt when everything clicked.

he’d gotten his hopes up only to scare himself into overthinking, but with the way things had turned out, it seemed he shouldn’t have done either.

he was relieved, but he was also disappointed.

regardless, his feet moved on autopilot once more as he picked up his phone to respond to you. he’d found his wallet sandwiched between the couch cushions in it’s usual place, and his keys were on the edge of the kitchen counter.

he wasn’t sure how many times this moment had actually passed, but it was enough to be etched into his memory. he already knew where everything was; he didn’t even have to look up to gather his things.

still, a small part of him wished that the universe was playing tricks, thinking that maybe, just maybe, when he opened the door to the coat closet, there’d be some kind of indication that things had worked out in the way he had hoped.

maybe the world is against me, he decided, feeling that small part of him crumble down into nothing in mere seconds. he knew that he should have expected this to happen by now, but still, he let himself get his hopes up.

pulling out the same hoodie he’d left with you the night before, he clutched onto the fabric in one hand as he opened the text conversation & typed out the same reply.

08:32 | yoshinori ☁️

don’t go anywhere

i’ll be there in 25

ㅤ ⇌︎

“i thought you didn’t even know this artist,” you piped up, “how do you know every line to this song?”

the smallest hint of a smile found itself creeping onto your face as you relaxed into the passenger’s seat of yoshi’s car. it was just past eleven in the evening when he suggested that you take a drive to get your mind off of things.

you, for one, had no clue where you were, not even sure what direction you’d been going in anymore. then again, it made sense; you’d been distracted.

the car ride felt too quiet, but you didn’t really want to talk about things anymore. most of the stuff you needed out of your system had already been covered when you talked earlier. so, instead of making conversation, you reached for your phone, scrolling through your music app as the bluetooth connected you to the speakers.

“i guess i must’ve heard it somewhere,” the boy across from you spoke softly, a small smile on his face as he hummed along to the fading outro of the song.

you shook your head in disbelief, even letting out a small laugh as you let your gaze shift back to the window. “you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“maybe you’re just a little late when it comes to noticing things,” he teased lightheartedly, ignoring the bittersweet twinge he felt in his chest.

he was glad to see you feeling better, but the fact that he was the reason behind it only amplified the fluttery feeling in his chest.

ㅤ ⇌︎

you let out a sigh as you fell back onto your couch when the two of you had returned from the late-night drive. “do you think i should just call in sick for work?”

you both knew exactly why you asked that question. it made sense, considering the fact that your now-ex worked in the same place as you. you’d much rather lock yourself in your room and never come out, not even wanting to think about what your ex might say about it.

unluckily for you, work was work, and you couldn’t just hide away forever, even if yoshi couldn’t help but tell you what you wanted to hear. he always caved when it came to you.

“if you want to,” he shrugged, “it’s late, and you have an early shift, but if you ask me, you deserve the break.”

“i like the way you think,” you teased, a smile tugging at your lips as you gave him a look. “what time is it?”

“time for you to get some rest,” he responded, laughing a little bit when you scrunched your face up at his light sarcasm. “it’s a little over half-past three in the morning. almost four.”

“we were out that long?” your eyes widened, not realizing how long the two of you had been out on your drive. “it barely felt like an hour to me.”

a nod from your best friend confirmed your surprise as you sat up a little bit, still confused as to how it felt like you had lost so much time. it felt too short.

yoshi would probably agree with you on that.

despite how many times he’d lived through the same scenarios, he couldn’t deny that he wished he could spend more time with you. whenever he was by your side, time seemed to pass even faster than it usually did.

perhaps that’s why he wasn’t sure how much time had passed since then; he could no longer keep track of how many times he’d been stuck reliving that same night over and over.

the night when he told you he loved you for the first time.

ㅤ ⇌︎

“it’s really late. are you sure you don’t wanna just stay over?”

the same words you usually said each time had etched themselves into yoshi’s head, along with a number of other things. he could essentially recite the entire day & night’s events.

it wasn’t always exact. sometimes, little bits and pieces changed. sometimes you didn’t say certain things or make certain decisions, but most of your words and actions stayed the same.

not that you would know that, of course.

yoshi, on the other hand, had relived the day enough to know it was practically pointless doing anything else. there was a time when he would go through the same events, only changing a detail or two to see if it would change anything.

he couldn’t count how many times he’d switched his approach to things anymore. the minor details turned into major details, and if he was asked, he’d probably swear that he was stuck at that point in time forever.

no matter what happened, when 08:31 pm rolled around, your text messages would appear on the screen of his phone and he’d be rushing out of his apartment to get to you.

no matter what happened, he’d still be wishing you goodnight as he stood at your doorstep at 03:52 in the morning, telling you that he loved you for what would appear to be the first time.

no matter what happened, you’d still assume he meant that he loved you platonically. he’d still drive himself home, not bothering to correct you in fear of losing you.

the end result always seemed to have the exact same outcome.

“it’s alright, i have a few things i still need to sort through at home anyways. if you need anything though, you know you can always call me.”

you’d heard the exact same words god knows how many times now, but you’d never know it.

“wait,” you called out, stepping past the threshold of your front door for the umpteenth time.

he already expected you to stop him, but he couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter as your arms wrapped around his torso in a tight grip. he was weak when it came to you.

“thank you for being here when i needed you most,” you mumbled, the familiar feeling of tears pricking your eyes causing you hide your face away in his chest out of embarrassment. “if i’m honest, i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“i’ll always be here for you,” he mumbled back, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he held you in his arms for a moment. he needed to say it, even if you’d forget his words in the next few hours. he needed you to know. “always. you know that.”

when you pulled back from the hug, you giggled a little bit. maybe you were tired, maybe you were laughing at yourself, but regardless, you felt shy. “i must look like an idiot right now, huh?”

“of course not,” he replied, moving one of his hands up so he could gently wipe the tears off of your face.

“i don’t like liars,” you teased, though you still avoided his eyes as you tried to collect yourself. “i should let you go now, hm?”

when you looked up at him, he couldn’t find it in himself to respond; all he could do was give you one of his signature smiles of reassurance.

you caught him off guard when you pulled him back into your grasp. your grip was a little tighter this time, as if you were holding on like you were scared he’d disappear. you only seemed to surprise him even more when you spoke up with slightly muffled words.

“goodnight, i love you.”

two nights in a row, you said it first. that was new.

he knew that the chances of things going back to normal were low. the universe had given him a clear message; he wouldn’t be able to move forward from then on, no matter what he did. he was stuck in the same series of events without any idea as to how he could end the cycle.

“goodnight, y/n. i love you.”

those last three words felt like a kick to the stomach every time he said them. it felt was like someone was playing a cruel joke on him.

a part of him wanted to explain; to make it completely clear that he loved you the way he did. he couldn’t even put it into words sometimes, but another part of him was glad he could never the courage to explain his true feelings to you.

he couldn’t find it in himself to risk losing you, so he didn’t dare to try, even if it meant that you would know how he really felt. he’d never forgive himself if he allowed you to slip right through his fingers and walk out of his life, so he’d bite his tongue and keep his mouth shut.

you were all he’d known and all he ever wanted.

it had taken him years to muster up the courage to tell you that, only for you to think he meant it as nothing more than a friend.

that’s what he was, after all ―︎ your best friend.

perhaps you’d forgive him for lying to you in another life.

perhaps kanemoto yoshinori was a fool for getting his hopes up.

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[atheliasnotebook]

(Idk if I’m aloud to request still, sorry in advance if I can’t) can I request a Kazuha enemies to lovers? The ending is up to you <3

The Series of Written Apologies (Part 1/4)

pairing: kaedehara kazuha x gender neutral reader

tags: major story spoilers, angst to fluff

enemies to lovers, minor slow burn

author note: im so sorry this is what processed through my brain when i thought enemies to lovers T-T forgive me

Why bother with books? Why bother with intelligence? You believed that musing about poetic verses and other artistic things is what makes the world so boring. Of course, it's hard to remember the exact reason for your antics and reasoning now that you're out of high school and well into adulthood.

You teased the Kaedehara boy so much about it. Yet, you still stayed far, and so close at the same time. Back in that time, he would simply brush off your comments and smile as you looked at him with a smug sort of scorn. However, your high school years weren't so kind to both of you, but now as you meet his fiery ruby eyes tucked behind silver glasses, he looks at you with disgust and anger; whilst you, on the contrary, seek his forgiveness.

DAY 3027, LETTER 128

To Kaedehara Kazuha, I’m sorry for missing your birthday, not that you would have wanted to celebrate it with me, out of all people. I would have taken you out to that park with the pretty maple leaf trees that you always like. if you sang me songs, played me music, read my poetry, I wouldn’t care. I just want my time with you again...

It doesn’t matter though, the way you looked me in the eyes about 20 years ago will never leave me. I know, maybe some things I teased you about were a little far, but you should have just told me to stop. “what happened?” is all I wonder. I know it’s been years since that happened. maybe you’ve forgotten about me now, or better and worse yet, you still think about me like how I think about you.

All I want to do is apologize to your face. I’ll continue to search for you.

Signed, ______

You had folded this letter once again, pulling out one of your desk drawers and taking a cookie tin from the top, tucking it on top among the stacks of other letters that you had written to him. And as you close this tin that’s stacked on top of about eight, maybe nine other ones (four side-by-side), the familiar feeling of relief sweeps your nerves. Maybe he would forgive you if he saw the other 100 or something letters you wrote. maybe he would forgive you if you and he had sat down together—talked about what happened to his best friend, who was your best rival. But never mind that. You had to get some work down for your new research report for your co-worker—she’s been dying to get it for ages and peer review it since she’s been looking for something to do ever since her boss put her on review duty for missing class for an entire week.

You packed up your things, putting on some socks and your favorite shoes to go with, along with a long coat in honor of the late fall/early winter season. Why not take a walk to write at the Komore Teahouse? Maybe you could think about your late middle school days for the thousandth time—when you and Kazuha were somewhat friends. you see, moving on is difficult. ever since kazuha expressed such anger towards a person, you’ve always sat on it. More importantly, why did that person have to be you? Sure, maybe you took jabs at him for always being a bit of a nerd, but you never actually meant any harm. with every step, your heart seems to stay numb to that feeling of longing. You missed him.

More than anything, you missed him.

But the question that still remains is—do you miss him because you also miss Tomo? Or do you miss him because you were in love with him, and just didn’t realize it? Pangs of heartache left your heart wanting friends to spend time with like you did when you were in high school. The twins, Aether and Lumine, Albedo, Yoimiya, Gorou, Kokomi—what happened to them? Of course, you had to give it to Kokomi, she’s always busy doing her management stuff. Gorou? he’s teaching the kids how to fight—while you, on the other hand, are fighting your own mental battles. Yoimiya is probably testing out some sort of explosives somewhere, while Albedo is performing another experiment. You can’t just bother them and ask for their advice—their lives are busy enough… why burden them more?

Kazuha.

Kaedehara Kazuha.

Oh, how sweet his name feels as you mouth his name silently while fallen leaves carry on the wind. You almost feel pathetic, being so sentimental about someone you felt like you were always mean to.

[...]

“Kazuha—what are you reading? ‘How to Romance for Morons?’” you teased, crossing your arms as you peered over at the words on his page.

Kazuha just flipped a page, acknowledging your remark with a smile.

“Pffttt—you don’t attract anyone in this school, how would you even expect me to fall for you?”

“Do not raise your hopes, ______, desperation does not necessarily lead to fulfillment.”

“One, I am not desperate—and two, I don’t need any sort of fulfillment, especially romantic involving the likes of you.”

“Well..." he begins, "... judging by the look on your face, it seems as though—“

You clear your throat. “A-anyways—“

“Are you going to bring up your next fencing match results?”

“Y-yes, as a matter of fact—this time, I get to face off against Tomo!”

“Tomo?” Kazuha asks as he bookmarks the page and closes his book. “And do tell me why he is choosing to help you, I am quite curious.”

“That—“ you said as you leaned in close to his face before backing away. “—is none of your business, nerd.”

Kazuha smiles. “It is my business if you want me to list out all the mistakes you made at last practice.”

God, you knew your face was flushing. It was so ungodly apparent to the point where you’d actually rather read a book at that time than have to look at that Kaedehara boy’s face, with his stupid eyes and old-looking hair…

“And what are you going to do, get a career in writing lies and going to pointless interviews?”

“Well, I believe that it is better than spending my time doing nothing… unlike a certain someone I know,” Kazuha replies with a smirk before closing his book, packing it in his satchel, and slinging it across his shoulder.

[...]

It wasn’t like bullying, more like playful jabs. And yet, the stabbing that you feel in the pit of your stomach says otherwise. After all, you never know what could affect someone and what couldn’t.

Unaware before. Overthinking now.

Don't think about this now, you thought. there are more important things to worry about as it is.

As you come to creep up around the corner of the Crux Café, you wouldn’t have expected to see the same silver, maple-touched boy from your high school days in a gray apron and glasses, cleaning a counter.

You tried to speak. even though it was only you two in the immediate vicinity—and even though you wanted to apologize, waves of shock and fear passed over you. With only a chair and a few tables being the only space between you besides the counter, eye contact—added with a touch of anxiety, was the perfect recipe for instant regret.

You mouthed words. You stuttered. How could you be so stupid at this moment? You have it, just seize the opportunity!

“K-Kazuha, I-I—“

“We’re closed.”

He simply looks at you with defiant burning eyes of hatred.

“B-but—“

“Do not show your face here ever again—next time you do, i will not hesitate to—“

And both of you turn to see a curtain flip from behind the counter, and two other familiar figures emerge—one from childhood, another from family.

author's note: tysm for reading! im not really sure how to tag this time around and how my writing is, but i hope that with this blog, that i can improve my skills at writing romance! let me know what you think of my stuff either in comments/inbox! ❤️

[wangxianficrecs]

I'm in the mood for a fic where...

I have almost 40 of these, so I broke them in half.  If your request isn’t here, just wait for the next post.  Also, I’ll need more help than usual, because I didn’t have a lot of time to find things.

***ANNOUNCEMENT***  Y’all might be interested in submitting your Mood For cravings to the @mdzs-kinkmeme​, where authors lurk with pens ready to slake your thirst.  It’s also a prompt collection on AO3: Mó Dào Zǔ Shī | The Untamed Kink Meme 2021 Q1.

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1. Do you know any fics where Wei Wuxian grows up in Quinhe with the Nie sect? I just got the thought in my head that Wei Wuxians moral compass is actually very similar to that of Nie Mingjue, who believes in fairness and justice and pursues both relentlessly, even though their personalities couldn't possibly be more opposite, with Wei Wuxian being quite arrogant and eager to prove himself, and Nie Mingjue being rather down to earth and humble. Also I kind of enjoy the idea of Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang as partners in crime and I think it would be awesome if they had grown up together.

My Non-Yunmeng Wei Wuxian post has a Nie section in it.

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2. gosh I love your blog so much.....you're really out here being the fandom mvp 💯💯💯 [Aw, thanks!]  so, my question is, can you recommend some fics where wwx is a teacher? preferably post-canon with baby lan juniors, but I'll also take modern au stuff; I've exhausted everything I could find with my limited searching capabilities and I am THIRSTY for this trope!! it's just what wwx is so perfectly suited for, I could go on for hours about teacher!wwx lmao (also I'm going to start my own teacher training in a couple of months' time, and as someone who projects on wwx far too much, it just really hits the spot yknow) [Good luck with the training!!!]

Here are works I’ve tagged with #teacher wei wuxian.

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, wangxian, first in series, my post)

Something Good by boxoftheskyking (T, 43k, wangxian)

put our dreams through the shredder by Rinnoa (T, 125k, wangxian, WIP)

And Yet Here You Are by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, wangxian)

The envy of the world by vulnerable_bead (E, 49k, wangxian, my post) -  Teacher! WWX, *and* post-canon, *and* with Lan juniors

what do you mean this goes in that by yeasting_laozu (nanthebread) (T, 10k, wangxian, WIP, my post) - sex ed teachers wangxian

Discources on Salt and Iron by dragonofeternal (T, 13k, juniors & wei wuxian)

no fear of fire by chomrafy (G, 4k, wangxian) -  WWX teaches LJY the dizi; informed by the author’s own experience as a flutist

#teacher wei wuxian tag on AO3 has 61 works!

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3. Hello! Your blog has been one of the things that kept me sane in this pandemic and I am thankful to you for that! [Thank you!] I have a question if you know any fic where wwx has jyl's tenderness? Sort of like a fic where wwx swapped personalities with jyl, and he became like the supportive and gentle older brother. Thank you!

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4. Hey do you know any fics in which people comment on or notice mo xuanyu wwx and lwj's age difference?

Help, My Dad Is Fucking Someone My Age!! by sweetlolixo (T, 3k, wangxian)

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5. hello! can you recommend fics where wwx suffer poverty/his life is just generally miserable please, modern or canon era doesn't matter thank you!!!(↑ω↑)

May I Breathe by GammaRays (E, 75k, wangxian, WIP)

Where You Fell by Sweet_William (M, 191k, wangxian, 3zun, sangcheng, WIP)

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6. Do you know any fics where Wangxian break up and the whole story is just angst until they get back together? Maybe they can't even stand being with each other because of some misunderstanding, idk, I'm in the mood for a lot of angst.

Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 108, wangxian, my post)

the necromancer's fairytale by iliacquer (E, 17k, wangxian)

Life as a House by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 55k, wangxian)

estuaries by mrsronweasley (E, 34k, wangxian)

How's It Going To Be by heartsdesire456 (E, 19k, wangxian)

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7. Hi !! I'm so thankful for all your hard work ~ it's so entertaining and I found some of my favorites through your blog !!  [I’m so glad!]  I was wondering if you know any fics where JYL is strong- cultivation speaking ? Like- she also fights from the beginning and is generally badass ?  Thancc u in advance ✨

Here is my #BAMF jiang yanli tag, which is primarily any work by KouriArashi

❤️Love made visible by Moominmammashandbag (M, 30k, wangxian, jyl x wzl - a pairing that was supremely perfect, my post)

❤️Here Again (Spirits Rise, Unbroken) by TheDefenestrator (T, 74k, wangxian, WIP, my post)

Jiang Rising by eebee (M, 99k, wangxian, WIP)

Sail Away Sweet Sister by sami (M, 74k, wangxian, nieli)

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8. yooooo do some of you know any fics where there's a younger top!lwj? kinda liking the dynamics right now. thank youuu

Conquering the Emperor by catbrainedschemes (E, 21k, wangxian)

until i make you mine by mellowflicker (E, 6k, wangxian) 

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9. Hi! I've read few interesting LZ fucks fics from your recs [hee, hee, hee]; in which either LWJ hooks up to cope with his crush on WWX, then WWX finds out, is into it and realises his feelings; or they are strangers and start to hookup as some kind of arrangement. Now I'm looking for something different and more angsty, where they've known each other but WWX is not fine when he discovers that LWJ fucks. Maybe it hurts him since he's already aware of his feelings, or it somehow makes him feel less worthy of LWJ?

(our friendship) up against the ropes by daltoneering (E, 36k, wangxian)

Dolores (the power of suffering) by lanzhanofgusu (M, 19k, wangxian, WIP) - roles reversed

show me a quiver, give me tonight by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 116k, wangxian)

So I love you because I know no other way than this by Trueredhearts (E, 21k, wangxian)

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10. Hello! Do you or your followers could recommend fics where there are 2 Lan Wangjis and 1 Wei Wuxian, or the other way around 1 Lan Wangji and 2 Wei Wuxians???? Is there a tag about that in ao3? [Oooh, there should be, but I don’t know it.]  Im trying to look for fics like that but it is difficult to find!

How to Deal with the Conundrum of Your Past Self: A Case Study by anatheme (E, 17k, wangxian)

Incense Burner (Reprise) by sevenless (E, 6k, wangxian)

Beyond Your Mildest Dreams by giantomelette (E, 6k, wangxian)

Round One? by orphan_account (E, 3k, wangxian)

Everything I Hold Dear by sealdog (E, 9k, wangxian)

In all our multitudes by exmanhater (E, 6k, wangxian, 3rd of series) -  its got postcannon incense burner fem!wwx/lan zhan/transwoman!yiling matriarch

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11. Are there fics in which lwj loses his golden core?

Molten Gold by jesso (M, 17k, wangxian, wip, my post)

walk away from the sun by KouriArashi (M, 104k, xiyao, wangxian, WIP)

stay, fury, your wrist wrapped in silk by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 10k, wangxian, WIP)

Wish Me Luck by Starlight1395 (not rated, 164k, wangxian, sangcheng)

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12. Hey I was wondering if you knew of any fics where wwx is the youngest sibling?

For Both Of Us (And Time Is But A Paper Moon) by sami (E, 65k, wangxian, jiang cheng & wei wuxian) -  WWX and JC are the same age as in the canon, but JC is mentally older and asserts his sect seniority over WWX

the thing with feathers by RoseThorne (G, 39k, wangxian, WIP) -  technically same age but bc wwx lost his memories, jc is gege by their logic.

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13. An in the mood for ask: Stories that are the opposite of Yunmeng brothers reconciliation - where wwx doesn't reconcile with jc. I just rewatched ep 34, so I am not very jc-friendly right now. Are there any fics where wwx confronts jc for not helping wq+wn, or for how he treated wwx before and after timeskip? Where wwx honors jyl's sacrifice as her choice, and jc doesn't get to blame him for it? Where wwx says, I don't owe jc anything? ~ @kitsileya​

keeping score by hauntedotamatone (T, 7k, wangxian)

of past and present by Here_For_This (This_Rocks_My_Socks) (T, 7k, jin ling & wei wuxian, wangxian)

on the importance of restraint (or lack thereof) by nixtothou (G, 4k, lan sizhui & others, background wangxian)

on restitution by Anonymous (M, 67k, wangxian, WIP)

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14. Do you know any fanfics where a) everyone thinks lan zhan and wei ying hate each other but in reality they are together b) wei ying and lan zhan announce that they are together and no one believes them. Also thanks so much to you and your followers helping me find such amazing fanfics 🙏

14a.  

Let's See How Long Nobody Notices by narikanyan

14b.

Marital Claims by yeolinski (M, 6k, wangxian, my post)

happy not knowing by plonk (not rated, 16k, wangxian)

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15. Hello there. First of all, I cannot thank u enough for ur hard work, it has been life-saving for me. Ure heaven sent really. [Aw, thank you!]  And if u'd be willing, for ur next "in the mood for" session, I'd like to request some fics with the plot where WWX is being badass in his own way(any way really) and face-slapping the people who always underestimated/insult him and makin then eat their words or smth. Or WWX being his genius self and breaking people (negative) expectations of him. Thank u for ur time, have a good day!

Echo, Murmur, Dream, Here by bluerainmist (M, 51k, wangxian)

Cultivating immortality by KizuKatana (M, 123k, wangxian, WIP)

OP First Disciple tumblr fic by @shanastoryteller [note to self:  OP = over-powered] 

WWX as BSSR’s Disciple tumblr fic by @shanastoryteller​ .... NOW ON AO3!!!   Become Tomorrow by ShanaStoryteller (not rated, 8k, wangxian, WIP) ​

The Earth Rings In Your Ears by bluerainmist (M, 60k, wangxian, WIP)

Teen Project to Change the World by animeloverhomura (not rated, 358k, wangxian, xuanli, WIP)

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16. Hi :) I was wondering if you could share any fics where wwx and lwj get together early on/at the cloud recesses lectures. Thanks!

Magical Marriage Ribbons by starandrea (M, 482k, wangxian, series in progress, my bookmark)

Looking at You Always, All Ways by Keysmashed (T, 29k, wangxian, first in series, my post)

how a smiling homeless child melted jade hearts and got a home by anxiouswreck0_0 (T, 42k, wangxian)

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17. do you have anything inspired by chapter 119? [Ah, Bichen-as-dildo and spanking and older wwx from the future w/young lwj]  swordplay, knifeplay, anything featuring bichen/siubian :) thank you!

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18. Could you recommend me some fanfics where LZ hides WY in CL and one of the juniors or all find him

Cryptids are not Permitted in the Cloud Recesses by crossdressingdeath (E, 96k, wangxian, WIP)

where do we begin (the rubble or our sins) by KouriArashi (T, 42k, wangxian, my post) wwx is hidden, but no juniors except little a-yuan

❤️whipstitch by curiositykilled (M, 131k, wangxian, jin ling & wei wuxian, my bookmark)  JC hides WWX at lotus pier instead

Better, Greater, or Otherwise Different by ChloeBYoung (G, 23k, wangxian)

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19. hi! do you know if there is an au wangxian that is based on the movie your name? or some fic where they are dancers? please, thank you!

19a.

here are some bodyswap fics, but not necessarily derived from Your Name

6 works on AO3 listed as Kimi no Na wa./Your Name fusions

19b.

does your pretty face see what he's worth by defractum (nyargles) (t, 18k, wangxian)

space, skin, muscle, bone by tombenough_and_continent (T, 24k, wangxian)

Unstrictly Ballroom by Ariaste (T, 48k, wangxian)

notes on a scene by wishingswell (M, 28k, wangxian)

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20.  Hello! For your next 'in the mood for' post, I'd love some more modern AUs/ideally slow-burns where wangxian meet/bond over A-Yuan, a la The Simplest Way Forward or say it's here where our pieces fall in place ~ @ratheralark

@scifikimmi​ (scifigeek14 on AO3) says, “Tell number 20 im working on a fic for their topic rn. But it maybe be several more months til it drops as it is half scribbled in a notebook rn lol”

paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3 (E, 54k, wangxian)

so take my hand (take my whole life too) by cicer (E, 92k, wangxian, my post)

Here we go Again by Scrippio (T, 38k, wangxian, my post)

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21. Any fics were LWJ has dissociative identity disorder?

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22. Hiii, im looking for fics where a-yuan is lan zhan's, not wei ying's, biological son like in box your errors by mellowflicker 🥺🥺🥺 it was so cute, wwx helping lwj with baby a-yuan and falling in love in the process

here, this moment by everythingispoetry (G, 4k, wangxian)

LWJ is a single father via adoption might have similar soft energy:

Where's Your Emergency? by trippednfell (M, 65k, wangxian)

say it's here where our pieces fall in place by Lirelyn (E, 69, wangxian)

I know what my heart wants by yakuso5u (not rated, 28k, wangxian)

AO3 tag #single parent lan wangji has 53 works

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23. Any fics where LWJ was banished from the Lan sect?

All Exits Look The Same by Ahlai (T, 15k, wangxian)

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[My ko-fi.]

[goddessofroyalty]

*Throws a fic promt from the void*

Vander finding another pup (Mylo) and Silco having to nurse another slightly older pup because of it while Vander wonders if his ever gonna have a turn at that Tiddy.

(Please don't feel obligated to write it if your not feeling it, I just absolutely love your Wet Nurse fic!!!!!)

Like usual there will be a second part of this from Vander’s POV at some point before it goes up on AO3. IDK I just like doing them separate here first (it's because they're ~1k each and can stand alone)

Shout out to the person in the Zaundads discord who basically gave me the entirety of Mylo’s background here.

Tags: omegaverse, breastfeeding a toddler

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“And what’s this one’s story?” Silco asks as he puts Powder down now they are home, nodding at the pup Vander has on one of the tables as he tries to wipe the dirt off him. The boy pulling faces and leaning away as he does but not getting up to leave like he very much is capable of.

Silco has no doubts there’s a sob story to go along with him.

The way Powder clings at his legs makes him realize he should have already put his foot down if he wanted to stand a chance at preventing Vander from picking up every stray he finds and bringing them back home to pack into Silco’s nest.

And maybe Silco should count himself lucky that this is how Vander has found to fill his want of pups instead of trying to get Silco to whelp them for him. There is still too much to be done to have time for a pregnancy.

Silco ignores the traitorous fear that rises in him that Vander might find he prefers this method of pup acquisition.

“You know those missing people Benzo kept talking about?” Vander asks, as the scrawny pup tries to squirm away from him.

“He turned out to be right?” That was a surprise. Benzo had a habit of not letting up on something no matter how clearly it was just the usual life in Zaun.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Vander says, giving up at trying to clean down the pup.

Silco snorts at it, gesturing for Powder to let go of him. The girl wondering off likely in search of her sister.

“They were nabbing people off the streets,” Vander explains as Silco walks over to him and the boy. “Taking our people in chains to sell in foreign lands.”

“And did you and Benzo take care of them?” Silco would be disappointed if they didn’t but the two had lost their edge of late. The deal with Piltover causing them to forget that their people still needed them to fight for them. Both becoming lazy in their new lifestyles.

“We did,” Vander says, hanging his head as if it is something to be ashamed of.

Silco doesn’t comment on it. He has made his thoughts of the newfound pacifism clear and is working to ensure Zaun’s protection if Vander proves no longer capable.

“He’s a skinny thing.” Silco cups the pup’s face to examine him and the lack of puppy fat a boy his age should have.

There’s skinnier pups in Zaun if you know where to look. But it wouldn’t do for one of theirs to be seen as missing out.

“They’d been starving the lot of them,” Vander says. “And, well, I though…”

“Thought what?” Silco says when Vander lets his statement trail off. He has a good idea of what his alpha is thinking. But there is no way he’s letting him get away with not saying it.

“You’re already feeding Powder,” Vander says with a shrug. Because for him it’s no big deal.

He’s not the one with tits that now leak if he goes too long without letting a pup feed. Any attempts at getting the supply to dry up thwarted by a certain blue-haired girl’s pathetic face whenever he tries to deny her.

“My supply isn’t unlimited you know,” Silco reminds as he works on undoing the clasps to his new vest. Because Vander had better not start getting any ideas about trying to save every orphan in Zaun with Silco’s breasts.

“I’m not asking you to become their sole food source,” Vander says and Silco just rolls his eyes at it.

“Come here,” he says, reaching out to the pup that has been watching him with curious eyes.

The boy lets Silco pick him up, sitting in Silco’s lap after he hooks a chair out from the table to not have to nurse standing up.

“Do you have a name?” Silco asks, holding a finger up when Vander goes to answer for the boy.

He at least deserves it from the pup’s own mouth.

“Mylo,” the pup says, glancing between Silco’s face and chest as Silco undoes his shirt enough to get his fuller feeling breast out. “Are you my new mum?”

“Something like that.”

 When Vander first brought the girls home he had told his mate they were the alpha’s pups to deal with. That Silco would only tolerate but not parent them.

It had taken less than a week for Powder to make him go back on it. The two girls now as much his as they are Vander’s.

He doesn’t see any point in pretending it will be different with this one.

“Are you hungry?” Silco asks, despite seeing the answer clear in how the pup’s eyes off his breast.

Mylo nods quickly.

“Go on then.”

Silco has to guide Mylo’s head into the best position to get a good latch. It makes him wonder when the last time the pup was allowed to nurse was.

Soon enough the boy finds a rhythm, one far more desperate than either of the girls ever have. Thin arms wrap around Silco’s waist as the pup practically clings on as if he is afraid he will be ripped away.

“You are safe now pup,” Silco says. “Nobody will take you away.”

Nobody would dare.

Silco looks up to Vander to see why the alpha hasn’t said anything only to find Vander watching.

“Enjoying the show?” Silco asks with a raised eyebrow.

He knows Vander enjoys the fact he nurses the pups. He would be an idiot to miss the signs. But it isn’t something he can encourage if he ever wants to have his milk supply dry up and not a constant supply of orphans being brought home to him.

“Uh.” Vander coughs. “Do you want dinner?”

“Please.” Silco hadn’t eaten since lunch and his body was apparently going to need enough food to produce milk for two regularly nursing pups.

“I’ll go get you something,” Vander says because Silco clearly isn’t going to be getting up anytime soon.

At least he is grateful for what Silco is doing for the pups he found.

[just-antithings]

"you can only tag 4 characters on ff.net" you know what I'm just gonna put all this in bullet points

*now* you can tag 4 characters. used to be 2. they refuse to raise the limit further because "no matter how many characters there are only 4 of them can possibly be major"

now you can mark character tags as a pairing. before you couldn't do that. does that fic tagged with naruto and sasuke mean they're gonna fuck or that they're fighting over an oc? it's a mystery

speaking of pairings, ever wonder why we all started writing, like, "harryxdraco"? because ff.net banned / in summaries. along with a bunch of other characters. banned them in the story proper as well so unless you know the workarounds your formatting is fucked

on the topic of summaries, the allowed length is ridiculously small. almost every story summary I've ever seen is cut off

looking back I think I can put together why so many 00s fandoms favored the idiosyncratic style of ship names. definitely made searching easier

also you couldn't request character tags at all until there were at least 500 fics in a fandom. then someone had to manually send a character list to the site admins and wait for approval. I recall one of my fandoms getting past 1000 and still no character tags, though IDK if that's because they weren't requested or weren't approved

then there's the completion tag. that didn't use to exist either. about the only workaround was to waste valuable summary space to add a giant **NOW COMPLETE** message, though not everyone bothered to do that

neither pairing tags nor completion tags were applied retroactively (which tbf would have been a lot of work) but they were both added too late in the site's history to be of real use

crossovers! you could tag any work as a crossover, but unless it was one of the most popular (ie teen titans x young justice or sailor moon x ranma*, and yes I know they look like ship names) there was no way to tag whatever you had crossed it over with. and a work posted in a crossover category didn't show up in the main pages for either work

c2 communities (which functioned as basically themed rec lists) were about the only workaround for actually finding fics based on what you wanted, but a) like everything else useful, they were introduced far too late to be of much usage and b) each user was allowed to curate ONE and only one community. there was a supposed justification for that but I called it BS even then

also of course there were the purges. sometimes for no reason. I feel like this is the one bit of ff.net crap that people tend to remember

*this used to be obscenely popular. google 'fuku fic'

so as a fandom old (remember when every fandom had its own tiny fic archives? I don't miss that) I am so incredibly glad that we now have sites that keep up with the times and don't go out of their way to make everything more annoying (this is isn't even an exhaustive list, it's just all the grievances I could personally recall)

but yeah, thank goodness for ao3

yeah seriously I still use fanfic.net out of nostalgia (it’s where I first started posting my works) and bc certain fandoms tend to be more active on there, but ao3 is far superior