Currently Thinking About... Scaramouche

currently thinking about... Scaramouche

modern roommate au edition!

[Genshin Masterlist]

Listen I had a dream last night and I haven't stopped thinking abt it so here yall go I finally had motivation to write this lmao and truly none of these drabbles have fit the "currently thinking about" aspect of this series better. Also... this got ahead of me its longer than usual LMAO

imagine leaving your room in the middle of the night to see scaramouche at the front door, halfway out, about to leave. he turns to you with a confused look, but you simply ask where he's going.

"out," he replies bluntly, offering very little information as usual.

"can i come?"

you're still dressed, having stayed up late to do some work, so you absently make your way over to where your shoes lay in the hall. he won't say no to you, he never does.

this has been some unspoken ritual between the pair of you for a few weeks now. he gets up in the middle of the night to go "clear his head" and you come with him. it's pleasant.

he's grabbing a helmet from the side table whilst you tie your laces and you can't help but look at it in surprise.

"since when did you have a bike?"

"since this afternoon." he passes the helmet across to you and you take it willingly. "here, so you don't die."

it's a nice motorbike, pretty new model v4 engine and expensive tyres- he definitely shelled out some serious cash for it. you still aren't entirely sure what his job is but it clearly pays handsomely.

he pats the back of the bike once he's sat on it, offering you to join him. the thought of being pressed in such close proximity to your roommate sends a flutter through your stomach. you wrap your arms round his middle and hold tight as he takes off down the street.

the wind whipping past your face is exhilarating, sending adrenaline pulsing through your system. you feel alive like this, excited and free. you're sure the company you're with helps that sensation.

everything always seems better with scaramouche, whether he's being an absolute brat with you in the moment or not. the quiet times like this, however, when it's just the two of you alone together with nobody to bother you, feel unforgettable.

you come to a stop around the park you usually walk to together, suddenly having to deal with the stinging against your cheeks from the drive now you're back on your feet. as you go to place your hands against them, they're pulled away and replaced with another set.

"the helmet was supposed to stop you getting hurt," he pouts, rubbing a thumb across your cheek tenderly.

"i didn't realise you cared so much," you tease, subconsciously leaning into the touch.

"idiot," he chides, but there's no venom to his tone. it's practically a term of endearment for you at this point.

you nearly miss it whilst you blink, but he presses the most feather-light of kisses to the tip of your nose before pulling away entirely and holding out his hand.

"come on." he starts walking off before you've taken it, leaving you to jog to catch up, but you eagerly take his hand all the same and lace your fingers together snugly.

you wouldn't miss these late-night strolls for the world.

my middle school english teacher: chapter uno

so, back in sixth grade i had this english teacher. and OH BOY here we go again. so anyways these three girls would always bother him bc he was one of those laidback teachers who “couldn’t care less” spoiler: he cared a bit

anyways one day i walk into english class, put down my books, and wait for class to begin. also i was kind of on edge that day bc they said they were doing earthquake drills (keep in mind i was like a 3ft 12 yr old rn) and the p.a comes on just to say good morning to the students and I drop like a sack of potatoes. my best friend, who’s next to me, bursts out laughing bc shes mean like that and the teacher looks at me. he likes to make fun of my height. so hes like “oh look, i found a 2ft mushroom!” everyone laughs and i just sit there like a pathetic blob. then he’s like “ok now get up i dont want no poop stains in my classroom.” i refuse. i will not get up. you cannot make me. all these thoughts run through my head. then my best friend picks me up and says get up you stupid stupid child.

not that funny, im just still MADD that I DIDNT STAND FOR MYSELF LIKE CMON 2FT ME USE YOUR BRAIN YOU WON THE GOD DAMN SPELLING BEE WHY CANT U BE A LITTLE SMARTER

thanks for coming to my ted talk

Hearts, Unchanged: A HanaNene fanfic

HEYO HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY AND HAPPY HANANENE WEEK EVERYONE!

This is my 12th HanaNene fic, holy crap. I’m so grateful y’all haven’t gotten sick of me. (If you have, shh, let me be blissfully ignorant.)

I felt bad that I’d only have one contribution, so I wasn’t going to count this as being for HanaNene Week, but as it turned out, the theme was perfect for Day 1. So… here’s Confessions, I suppose?

To the HanaNene Community: I love you! Thank you for everything! To my beautiful wives, @kittykatz009, @anubis-005, and @daikonsenpai: MWAH. I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU. THANK YOU SO MUCH I ADORE YOU I PLEDGE MY UNDYING LOVE AND FEALTY TO YOU. HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY YOU GORGEOUS INDIVIDUALS. 💝💘💝 BABY ARE YOU TSUKASA BECAUSE YOU’VE STOLEN MY HEART RIGHT OUT OF MY CHEST. Special thanks to @geekylau for reading over this for me the day before yesterday, and also happy birthday to @macey-wacey!!

Title: Hearts, Unchanged Fandom: Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun/Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun Pairing: Hanako/Nene Rating: G Wordcount: 5,345 Summary: “I spent so long on those!” she cut him off, and Hanako found that there was no more room for him to retreat, his back hitting the wall. “I poured everything into them, so you’d finally understand how I feel!” Her fist, small but no less intimidating, grabbed the front of his gakuran by the collar, holding him in place. “But you’re going to stand here and call my chocolates garbage?! Don’t you care about them at all?”

He wasn’t sure what the best thing to respond with would have been, but his murmured “What chocolates?” definitely wasn’t it.

Nene delivers some very important chocolates. Hanako… does not receive those chocolates, somehow. Also available on: Ao3 Support me on: Patreon | Ko-fi

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Hearts, Unchanged

She’d never looked forward to Valentine’s Day before, but that was all going to change this year.

Nene hummed a tune she’d heard in a movie once as she stirred the mahogany mixture in the pan. It smelled delicious, which was only to be expected when you’d made chocolate as many times as Yashiro Nene had. Sure, maybe her feelings had never been accepted whenever she presented her honmei choco to boys in years past, but she felt quite certain that the boy these were meant for would accept them—the chocolates, and the feelings.

Over the past few months, Nene had sensed something different in her relationship with Hanako-san of the Toilet, the ghost who had become her closest friend. They were more in-tune with each other. They got along better. There was a kind of understanding between them even when neither of them was speaking.

Either that, or Nene was reading way too much into things. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

Regardless, she had resolved to take the leap and confess her feelings for him at last. She had wasted too much time denying them and shoving them into the deepest parts of her heart. No matter how much she had tried to make them go away, they kept resurfacing, each time stronger than the last. Recent events had reminded her that time was not something she had an infinite supply of—even if her little lifespan problem had been fixed, Nene had already lost Hanako once in the Severance, and she wasn’t keen on ever experiencing that again.

If one or both of them disappeared, she’d make sure he knew how she felt first, dammit.

A bit of smoke arose from the chocolate she was stirring, and Nene gasped, realizing that the mix was beginning to burn while she had been spacing out. It still looked fine when she poured it into the little silicone heart-shaped molds, though, so it seemed she’d averted a crisis.

Yes, she thought triumphantly as she placed the chocolates in the freezer to solidify, if Hanako couldn’t see her feelings by now, she’d simply have to spell them out for him.

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Nene’s heart pounded as she crept along the hallway after school. The old building was pretty much abandoned at this time of day, so there was only one person she was trying not to run into: the object of her affections, the Seventh Wonder himself. He was supposedly occupied this afternoon, so her excessive caution was probably unnecessary, but it never hurt to be careful.

In her hands she held a small box, white and tied up with pink ribbon. Her goal was to simply leave it in Hanako’s bathroom for him to find tomorrow morning—absolutely no one used that bathroom, so she had no fear of another student finding them, and the simple tag “From Nene” would let Hanako know just who had poured her heart into these sweets.

Despite her resolution to declare her feelings, she still felt rather shy about presenting the chocolates to him face-to-face, so she’d opted for this more roundabout method. The chocolates themselves, however, were impossible to misinterpret. There were only 6 of them, but they spelled out something rather important in the white chocolate drizzle atop them:

大好きだよ花子くん

I love you, Hanako-kun.

Her stomach did a clumsy little flip every time she thought about those words being so plainly written on her handmade gift, solid undeniable proof of her intentions to confess her love.

And speaking of solid…

“Oof!” She suddenly found herself colliding with someone, since she’d been too busy looking over her shoulder to face forward. Whipping her head around to see who she’d crashed into, her eyebrows flew up in surprise as she automatically hid the box behind her back. “Kou-kun?”

“Always nice running into you, senpai,” he joked with a wide smile. Nene grimaced, remembering the very first time she had run into him and ended up accidentally pushing him down the stairs thanks to Hanako’s terrible advice. Luckily, Kou didn’t seem to remember that terrible first impression. “What brings you here to the old building?” her friend asked, resting his staff, Raiteijou, against his shoulder. It was disguised as an umbrella currently, but Nene recognized it from the golden color of the long, thin handle. “If you’re looking for Hanako, I think he said earlier that he’d be at a meeting.”

“Yes, I know,” Nene blurted, and then shook her head. “I-I mean, that’s okay! I’m just here for… f-for… forrrrtune-telling…?” She winced and glanced up at Kou, certain that he’d find the nonsensical answer suspicious.

However, the young exorcist was notoriously gullible and innocent. “Fortune telling?” he echoed, tilting his head a little and making his earring fall onto his shoulder.

Nene felt a bit bad for taking advantage of her friend’s trusting nature, but she was on a mission here. “Yeah!” she said breezily. “I got a fortune that said if I walk the length of the hallway of the old building three times, I would have good luck on all my upcoming exams!” What exams?! They didn’t have exams until March!

“Huh,” said Kou, his eyebrows raised curiously. “That’s a strangely specific fortune.”

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moniemonies

4 years ago

Hello! I hope you'll have a good time running this blog ^^ I'm starved for platonic content of Zhongli and Venti. Would a drabble about them comforting the reader together, each in their own way be possible?

Comfort

GN!reader feat. zhongli and venti

genre: fluff (??)

warnings: none

a/n: thank you, i really look forward to working on this blog. this ended up being a bit gloomier than i had intended so i apologize i abt that :p! [unedited]

“here,” zhongli spoke softly, draping his coat over your figure, “we should be arriving soon.” the archon had found you at the entrance of the parlor with frustration evident on your face. with simply a few words exchanged, he had excused himself and offered to take you someplace else. you looked up at the starry sky, pulling the coat closer against you.

“one would think from all these years i have spent roaming this world, i would be better at these things by now,” he chuckles, finally coming to a stop. he had brought you to a cliff overseeing the city of liyue and the vast ocean in front of it. you feel your heart warming at the breathtaking sight as zhongli speaks again, “even with all the power one could fathom, i do not know if i could put your heart at ease. for now, i offer you this place of sanctuary, my words, and reminder of my unconditional faith in you.”

you finally look up and feel the warmth from the glowing, amber eyes looking back at you. a familiar gust of wind blows past you and you feel a hand on your shoulder. you look back to find the bard with his lyre and whimsical smile, the same smile that brought you comfort with such ease.

“how did you-” you start, only to be cut off by the bard’s giggles, “call it an archon’s intuition.” his smile soon dissipates, an earnest look of concern taking over. all three of you become silent as your bitter feelings rise again. the frustration of nothing seeming to go right and feeling undeserving of this sort of support, has a lump forming in your throat. your eyes seem to prickle with tears and your throat aches as you struggle to word your concerns. venti grabs you by the hand, leading you to a tree nearby as zhongli follows, “i understand, come take a seat.”

the bard starts playing a familiar tune on his lyre and your tears finally begin to fall. zhongli wipes them away and places his hand over yours, looking over at liyue, “barbatos and i may have our differences, but we have watched many mortals come and go. humans face many difficulties, no matter how trivial the subject may be. however, many people force these pretty ideals of constant strength and delude themselves into believing they’ve overcome something without even acknowledging it. i understand that our gestures alone will not solve your problems, but i hope that we are able to give you a safe space and some time to better understand your feelings.”

“even on your worst days, you are more capable than you give yourself credit for so i don’t doubt that you will have an issue overcoming these adversities. but for now, please just allow yourself to be vulnerable,” venti whispers, his fingers moving gracefully along the strings. they both lean closer against you and you don’t object, feeling safe and loved as you all sit in comfortable silence underneath the stars.

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moniemonies

4 years ago

Well Look At That! I Finally Drew That Adorable Prompt @moonfang182-magic Gave Me When They Commented

Well look at that! I finally drew that adorable prompt @moonfang182-magic gave me when they commented on a WIP drawing for my digital comic!

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moniemonies

1 week ago

Jinshi and Maomao in LN 13/14 in a nutshell:

Jinshi, freaking out: we can't have sex right now because if we do, that means Maomao has the burden of birth control by herself and will be even more involved in politics 😱😱😱😱

Maomao:..Damn, I sorta wanted to have sex with him.

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moniemonies

2 months ago

These scenes being a cinematic parallel is so funny to me because the Hanako and Nene scene is like: "Let's be together in the real world!! <3" and then the Mitsuba and Kou scene is "do you want me to KILL MYSELF for you? :D"