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#i have writers block
akicult · 1 year
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contains ; domesticity. bf!suguru. suggestive themes. modern / college au. geto wants you to be his housewife basically. just a short drabble. mostly fluff.
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just thinking about college bf!suguru that didn’t realize he was a domestic person until he met you.
he’s still young, only in his third year at university and he’s still deciding on what his near future will look like. he’s had his fair share of girlfriends, and little hookups, and to be quite frank—he didn’t think he was done either.
how was he supposed to know the first night he met you, bent over his backseat, was about to be the start of the most serious relationship he’d ever have.
that night started the first of many, slowly realizing he was only asking to hookup just because he wanted to see you. how he’d send a pickup text, with a frown on his cheeks because he thought you were only in it for that reason.
and when he finally swallowed his stubbornness, he was met with the most amazing two years of his life, stuck with you by his side.
college bf!suguru who, until he met you, hardly even dreamt about a future where the love of his life would carry his child in her arms, kissing his cheek and brewing a cup of coffee for the two of them to share in the morning.
he didn’t even care to imagine what that future would be like, what the woman would look like. it didn’t feel achievable, or even desirable until he fell in love with you.
and it was a random realization, but looking back on it—it was building. slowly.
weeks and weeks spent of you just pampering him, praising him, for even the most average things. like, getting an amazing score on an exam, and all you had to do was say, “aw! good job, baby!” before he was putty in your fingertips.
his room is all messy, deep dark circles under his eyes. it was procrastination’s fault—his fingers hurt from typing on his computer all day thanks to waiting until hours before a huge essay was due.
you offered to leave his apartment, to give him the concentration he needs to get it finished, but he was ushering a “no, no stay,” because he honestly didn’t want you to leave. so you stayed, situating yourself in the other room, occasionally popping in to check up on him—and eventually lay on his bed after he insists you to.
it’s only when he finally finishes—8 hours later and it’s already nighttime. his shoulders are slouched, his back is stiff and he’s walking out of his room with his closed computer weighing by his side.
and you’re still there.
not only are you still there, but you’re washing his dishes.
hair clipped back, sweatshirt engulfing your body and sweats tightly tied around your waist. you’re humming along to some music that plays over a speaker—quiet but loud enough to know what song is playing.
you look so utterly homey.
so…domestic.
like you’ve settled into your personal home after a long day at work, just blissfully scrubbing away on glossy white dishes that were previously eaten on. your clothes acknowledge that you’re comfortable, uncaring of what he sees you in.
although it’s not just the fact that you’re dressed like that—it’s the fact that you’re cleaning his things.
cleaning a mess you didn’t even make, just out of the kindness in your heart that’s making geto’s throat close and his palms sweaty. he’s in absolute awe that he doesn’t realize you’ve noticed his presence until you’re turning to face him.
“oh! did you finish?” you ask, turning the water off and rushing towards him.
he’s blinking, nodding slowly. “yeah—just submitted it.”
“yay! ‘m so proud of you!” you grin, lacing your fingers behind the back of his neck and pulling him in for a chaste kiss like you always do—but it feels so much different this time.
like you’re congratulating him on a big promotion, tugging on his work tie and kissing him until he’s forgetting his own name.
he feels like his ring finger is so cold, and there’s a missing heavy weight that’s never even been there in the first place.
like he’s an idiot for not tying you down on the spot—wrapping vows and vows around the two of you until you’re barely mobile.
and he wants to be your doting husband for the rest of his life. he wants to walk through his front door every evening with an awaiting kiss to his cheek, and a home-cooked meal fresh in his senses.
he wants to go to sleep with you in his arms every night, mumbling sweet ‘i love you’’s after flickering off the bedside lamp.
and maybe, just maybe one day, he wants to hear the gentle pitter patter of two little feet charging down the hallway.
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this is accidentally freud coded (emphasis on accidentally)
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coyote-in-the-mirror · 8 months
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I try to howl but the sound catches in my throat and I choke
I try to howl but my voice dies before I can make a sound
I try to howl but I am a broken, broken thing, unable to speak
I whine and whimper and cry but I cannot lift my muzzle to the sky
So I howl inside my mind and pray the moon can hear me
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larz-barz · 3 months
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I'm painting a mural rn, so maybe shooting star mural? Idk it's 11 pm 💀
Or library, studying/researching/reading together? Maybe they're even reading demon slayer hahaha I need to SLEEP
hehe modern basilmilo :p
I LOVE IT.
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Library date
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Basil and Milo are at the library studying right now.
He’s helping her with some math she didn’t really understand very well and Sanemi just yelled at her for not understanding.
“Did that help? Do you get it now?” Basil asked softly, he’s gently rubbing his thumb over Milo’s knuckles.
She nods and smiles softly at him. “Yes, thank you Basil.”
He nods and leans over to press a gentle kiss to her temple.
“Of course my love..” He said softly.
“Do you wanna look at the books?” Milo asks with a smile.
Basil smiles and happily goes with Milo to look at the books.
Milo finds something in the manga section, Demon Slayer.
“Hey love! That looks like Tanjiro doesn’t it?” She shows him the cover and he gently takes the book to get a better look.
“It does! That’s really weird not gonna lie.” He flips through the book and finds a girl that looks like Milo.
Basil’s eyes widen and he shows the character to Milo. “And this character looks like you!”
Milo gasps softly. “This is weird..! Do you think there’s one that looks like you..?” She curiously flips through the pages and finds one that looks like Basil.
She quickly shows it to him and his eyes narrow curiously.
“This is so weird.”
“Agreed..”
~the end~
I hope you liked this! I’m so sorry it took so long!😭
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yanderemommabean · 1 year
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I want Choso from JJK to ruin me. That is all
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argrtagrhrgrggrgrgr · 4 months
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I literally love my QPP so fucking much but like I sometimes get just kinda stuck with the sun trapped in my chest because I don't know how to express all this love and let it out so now I'm writing this goobish post reaching out to tumblr.com as a sort of last resort like help guys I love too much
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that-fandom-writer · 1 year
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OK I personally am having a little bit of writers block, but like can some one else take this and run with it? please 
*at the station*
New Rookie (male)
talking to Aaron and Lucy, both being friendly, especially Lucy, she is always nice to the newbies lol. Any way so they are all in the bull pen after role call
new dude flirting with Lucy, (she doesn’t really notice, she just thinks the dude is being nice)
Lucy walks away
Rookie “is she taken”
Aaron, “oh 100% taken)
Rookie “oh, sorry didn’t realize you guys are a thing”
Aaron *laughs* “haha no, not me her and I are just friends, her man is on metro tho”
Rookie “so her man, meaning she isn’t married”
Aaron *laughs again* “maybe not on paper, but dude trust me you will not get between her and Tim, they are solid, besides, I’m pretty sure he could kill some one with his bare hands, dude is jacked”
Rookie “oh but I like a challenge”
Aaron “it’ll be your funeral”
 And then like some sort of reaction from the rookie when said rookie sees Tim lol.
So yeah can some one please run with this id love to read this hahahaahah
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epiclamer · 2 years
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“I-I don’t understand… once we got passed the walls around Supervillains base we should’ve been free!” Hero said, panic washing over them.
Villain looked out at the sea of fresh guards that awaited them. “You’re kind of dumb, Hero. It’s cute.”
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archiveofteaandbooks · 11 months
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Shining Smiles in the Snow
“Goodnight,” James couldn’t stop smiling, his cheeks hurting even as his breath lets out small puffs in the cold air outside of Hogwarts.
“Stop smiling you, buffoon,” Regulus mutters as he looks at his side, their shadows falling over the snow.
“Don’t you love my shining smile?” James asks, stepping closer. Regulus bites the inside of his cheek before,
“I can’t kiss if you’re smiling, can I?” Regulus asks boldly.
James’ eyes widen behind the frames of his glasses, before swooping to crash his lips on Regulus’. Putting kisses all over his face, he lets out a small laugh. He pulls back a little.
“I think you can,” Regulus’ eyes dance with James’. Regulus’ lips tug upwards, and before he can smile, he turns and walks away. Shoes crunching in the dry snow,
“Goodnight,” Regulus calls.
James smiles.
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https-envy · 7 months
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polaroid-ofyou · 2 years
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I've been trying to lay my head down but I'm thinking about you at 3 am
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akicult · 2 years
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3:09 AM | g. suguru.
contains…fluff, established relationship. slight angst at the end. just a short drabble. not proofread.
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getou likes to play a little game with himself.
he gets home from work late each night. the early hours of the morning tend to get to you too—being so used to hearing the dark haired man creep into your bedroom well past you’ve gone to sleep. so you’ve grown accustomed to following his sleep pattern.
so the game he likes to play is; “where’s my girlfriend sleeping this time?”
he knows you try to stay up to the point where you can greet him when he comes through the door properly, but you can’t push yourself to stay up as late as you’d like.
usually, he finds you on the couch, passed out with a half eaten bowl of popcorn in your lap and head hung over the armrest. only sometimes does he find that you’ve surrendered, and tucked yourself into bed. and a few times does he find that you fall asleep in the most absurd places—the kitchen table, bathtub, on the toilet, (he got a funny picture of that one.)
and this time, he was greeted with the rare sight of you sitting on the small island counter, your head hung low looking down at your phone, only to be quickly whipped upwards at the sight of your boyfriend.
“ha! i did it!” a grin spreads across your cheeks, and you triumphantly throw your arms in the air.
he’s only slightly startled, because yeah, you have stayed up late enough to see him before, but that was rare. so, he offers a smile of his own.
he’s quickly engulfed by your arms, your phone long gone and sitting atop the counter. you perch up on your toes, wrapping your arms around his nape, and happily bury your face in the crook of his neck. he smells faintly of cologne, and maybe some cigarettes if you payed closer attention, but for now, you were just happy to be in his arms.
“it’s so late, love. i’d rather find you passed out, to be honest.” he hums with a joking tilt, although he wasn’t joking very much at all.
“i know,” you whine, and pull away to plant a quick kiss to his soft and pillowy lips. “but don’t you like not needing to drag me into our room every night?”
he offers you a little exhale, looking down at you with love swirling deep in his irises. actually, he doesn’t mind it. he always finds himself feeling a sense of protectiveness, security, whenever he has to run his fingers over your soft skin, kissing your forehead and quietly needing to carry your slouched frame back to your shared bed. sometimes you’ll wake up, and others you’ll be so knocked out you won’t even budge.
“i guess so.” he lies, his fingertips reaching to brush some of your messy hair out of your face. he silently notes the small dark circles under your eyes, and guilt swells in his stomach.
“are you hungry? do you need to shower? need me to do the laundry?”
despite all of your questions, getou can easily see through your act. you’re exhaused.
his smile never falters, however. his warm hand cups the side of your cheek, wordlessly leaning down to plant a much needed, deeper kiss to your lips. maybe to shut you up, maybe to keep you going. or maybe just because he felt like kissing you.
your hand clasps lightly onto his wrist, chin pointed upwards to kiss him better. his free hand wraps around the small of your waist, giving your skin a gentle squeeze before he decides to do what’s best—even if it means you’ll complain.
he slides both of his hands down to cup your ass, using little strength to pull you up, and his hands press against your bare thighs. you grin against his lips, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist that was still clad in his work uniform.
you feel a slight breeze as he whisks you across the hallway to your shared bedroom, still your lips mold against his needily, and the feel of his hair that was falling from a loose bun wraps around your fingers.
you smile when your body tips horizontally, feeling the comfortable pressure of your mattress and soft pillows press against your back, and your legs slowly unravel from his waist, keeping position faintly pressed against his hips.
“hah, sugu—“ you murmur between the kiss, “i’d still rather you eat something before we do that.”
“oh i will.” he only chuckles into your kiss, allowing it to deepen for only a second, before an arm that had previously scooped it’s way under your back slides out. it was only then you noticed he wasn’t on the bed himself.
he pulls away from you entirely. your eyebrows furrow, watching in confusion as he lifts the thick comforter up, and happily wraps it around your body.
“wait—wha—?” you question, attempting to sit up but he presses his hand against your chest and pushes you back down into the mattress. he tucks the blankets around your body, all the while carrying a shit-eating grin.
he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, ignoring your eyes that burn through his. “go to sleep, love. i’ll be with you in a little, okay?”
you gape as he flicks the bedside lamp off, the comfort and warmness of your blankets consuming you.
getou knows, however, that if you weren’t actually exhaused, you would’ve ripped the blankets off of your frame the minute he had put them there. but when he comes into the bedroom a mere twenty minutes later, stomach full of the delicious dinner you made, and body clean from the brisk shower, he finds that you didn’t put up a single fight.
your body was rolled to the side, mouth slightly ajar and getou couldn’t help but smile at the peaceful hum of snores parting your lips, and your body cocooned towards the middle of the bed.
he knew you were tired. he knew you were forcing yourself to stay awake just to satisfy him—thinking that’s exactly what he needs—when in reality, what he was looking at was exactly what he needs.
knowing you’re serene and safe in your shared home, able to fall asleep without the large dip in the bed next to you.
because one day, he fears you may never stop waiting by that door. waiting for a man in the deep hours of the night. waiting for a man that may never walk in to wake you up again.
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sorry i’ve been gone for nearly three months. i’m in a rut rn i need writing inspo!!!!!!!!!!!
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everydaydreamer · 7 months
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It's offensive to be obsessed with a character and have no fic ideas to write for them 😓
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larz-barz · 4 months
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yall i haven’t posted a chapter of Love story in like 2 weeks, i’m dying over here. i wanted to write this week but now i have no writing motivation and only drawing motivation 😭😭
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onceuponaweirdo · 6 months
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I just outlined a whole fic with great detail and a solid plot. But my mind won't let me actually start writing it 😭😭
I even outlined all the chapters as well 🥲
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jane-todd-maximoff · 2 years
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can I request a viktor x reader where what if it’s his s/o who ends up getting terminally ill. So he’s doing everything in his power to keep them alive.
All for us
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They were getting weaker by the day Viktor noted as he walked to your bedside to replace the dying flowers. You've been like this for a while but he's not gonna let you go, Viktor thinks to himself. Your eyes flutter open, Viktor looks at you and smiles slightly “good morning lovely” Viktor says to them softly. They need a minute to respond to him. "Hello Viktor” they weakly reply. It seemed to take lots of energy out of you to even respond to him. Viktor took a seat at the foot of the bed. He brushes the hair from their eyes. They looked dejected. He scrunched his brows together. He was hell-bent on finding a way to keep you alive even if it was the last thing he would ever do. Viktor sighed "Y/N, I'm sorry to inform you this at such a short time but I'm going away for a few days” "Oh, well if you have to, but hurry back” "I will” Viktor grabbed their hand and kissed the back of it.
Viktor stood up from the foot of the bed and headed back to his apartment. Viktor put on a change of clothing, something old and worn down. And with that he sets off to the undercity, where he knows of a drug that could save you. It could keep you alive. He was doing this for you, he was doing it for love. Viktor steps into the rickety elevator shaft and flips the switch. Within a few minutes he reaches the level of the undercity. After stepping out of the elevator Viktor could feel the eyes on him. It could be that they have recognized him from his work with Jayce or they are suspicious of the unfamiliar face. The undercity changed for sure. It was bustling and full of shimmer. And luckily for him that was what he needed. Yes he saw what it did to Rio but if there's a chance it would keep you alive he was gonna take it.
The way down to Singed's old lab was long but after getting there he saw Rio still alive. Singed turns around and stares at him. “I understand now, '' he emitted to singed. “You do?” Viktor peered at Rio “yes.” he started trying to bury all his emotions; they wouldn’t help him or you. Singed moved around his lab grabbing a small pouch and putting something else in it. "Is this shimmer?” “A variant. One that will work on people.” “how-” “I know the look of a man that is about to lose everything." he admitted. Viktor grabbed the pouch and walked off not even bidding Singed a farewell. Viktor had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time they see each other. 
Upon his return topside, he followed the same route he had used earlier. Going back to his apartment changing into different clothing. Viktor moved around his apartment and put things back in place getting rid of the clothing he wore to the Undercity. If someone had seen him and came to Piltover they would never find the clothing idioms he wore leaving no trace that he was there. Viktor grabbed the tiny pouch that contained the vial of shimmer and walked out of the door.
It didn’t take a long time to get to the hospital. When he did get there he would insert the drug via the iv bag that was inserted in your arm. Viktor walked the hallways of the place making twists and turns to get to your room. When Viktor finally got to your room Jayce was standing there the door closed. He looked panicked sad even. “Viktor i-” his voice cracked with a sad sob. No. “Jayce, where is Y/N?” “there gone viktor, there gone.” you were dead and he was too late “when?” he asked maybe he could bring you back “a few hours after you left.” he should never have left you.
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solitaireobsessed · 2 months
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Guys the ask box is open-send writing prompts!!!
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