Lilac

| she/her 💕| |19+| | I write fics, drabbles, and headcanons |

[gggellaa]

To x-reader fanfic writers, as a Latina I am begging you PLEASE, do yourself and our community a favor and stop describing Latin characters just as "Latina."

Latino culture, despite its similarities, is made up of cultures from completely different countries, each with their own ways of communicating, their own music, their own food, etc.

Sometimes your descriptions are so stereotypical that I wonder if you've ever actually talked to a real Latino person in your life, and I mean Latin Americans from Latin America, not someone of Latino descent who was born and raised in the ass-crack of New York.

Understand that even those two people are going to experience Latino culture in completely different ways.

Where does your character come from? What is their country? What culture are they a part of? It’s the exact same thing as taking an Asian character and simply describing them as "Asian," as if all the cultures of that massive continent were the same.

Even with language, even though most Latin American countries speak Spanish, that same language is going to be used in communication in completely different ways depending on the region.

And NOT ALL LATINO COUNTRIES ARE HISPANIC

Latino ≠ Hispanic

In Brasil, we speak Portuguese <33

It's just a rant, please don't kill me 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[bee-bee-writes]

What's a x reader trope people wish to see more of? Love, love, and miss the Lil outfits you'd get. Ooh the headers and music ppl tag are always fun! Love the platonic stories too that can be read either way you know?

[bee-bee-writes]

Completely totally random and irre but i wrote a cringey, cute fanfic of yoosung from mystic messenger carrying a drunk MC home after a girl's night. It was saved on my phone and I had no idea what the cloud was so I never uploaded it and it's gone forever lol. I used to write a lot of stories and poems on my phone and then poof. I recorded songs and learned the same lesson again. I guess all I say is even though it's gone I treasure those creative things and hope I don't let that small grievance stop me from writing/recording more things to express myself

[bee-bee-writes]

What tropes are ppl sick of when it comes to x reader fics? Love everything i get, but what's with the random quarters where the only thing the reader can be is pregnant?

[belmeran]

posting my first owl house comic from this summer to reintroduce my art to tumblr!

[wasabii-chan]

VALENTINES DAY WITH KENMA— ☆

a/n: This is my first fanfic so I apologize if it’s bad-

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Kenma never cared for holidays like this. Anytime Kuroo mentioned them he’d always respond with “It’s pretty much pointless..” And it was pointless, that is until he met you.

He stood in front of a flower shop, looking around for anyone who might recognize him. He had purposely came later in the day, to avoid any crowds. Before stepping in he sighed and hurriedly walked through the door. He was hit with a smell of multiple types of flowers.

Walking through the different aisles, he racked his brain for any ideas on which to get. He glanced over to the register as he walked through the last aisle. Slowly walking to the counter, he hit a small golden bell on the countertop.

An older woman rushed over, breathing heavily as she adjusted her glasses. “How may I help you?” She said softly, tilting her head to the side. “I-uh…I need flowers..” He muttered under his breath, gazing at the floor shyly.

“Oh, for Valentine’s Day I assume! Well what types are you looking for? We have roses, gardenias, carnations..” He listened as she went on to name off more flowers. “Do ya’ have any yellow ones?”

She nodded, turning around to walk down an aisle. “Follow me, I’ll show you some.” He quickly followed behind her as she searched the shelves. He pointed to a bouquet, looking at her. “What about those?” She looked at the bouquet and smiled.

“Those are Ranunculus flowers, we have very few yellows ones around, but they are popular for gifts for loved ones.” He nodded as she softly grabbed the bouquet. “I’ll buy those then..”

“Alright, well follow me then, I’ll wrap them up for you.” He followed her back to the counter as she quickly wrapped the flowers in a pale pink paper. She handed them to him after he payed, giving him a small smile.

“Have a good day sir.” He replied with a soft “You too.”, before leaving the store. As he walked away, he found himself smiling to himself.

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“Y/N, I’m home.” He said as he quietly pryed his shoes off. “I’m in the kitchen Ken’.” He smiled at the smell of curry wafting through the air. He walked into the kitchen and crept up behind you, wrapping an arm around your torso.

“Cookin’ dinner?” You nodded as you mixed around the curry in the pot. He nuzzled his face against your neck, sighing softly. “Smells s’good.” You smiled widely, turning your head to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Oh yeah, I got ya’ something..” He muttered, taking a step back. “Ooh, really?” You asked turning around excitedly. He nodded as he slowly held out the bouquet of flowers.

You froze, staring at the flowers before your eyes started to wet with tears. His eyes widened as he nearly dropped the bouquet. “I’m sorry, do you not like them? I knew I should’ve gotten somethin’ else-“

“Their absolutely beautiful.” You said, softly prying the bouquet from his hand, leaning in to smell the flowers. “I love them Ken’.” You said as a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

He sighed as he waled to you, wiping your tears before pulling you into a hug. “So dramatic..you had me worried..”, he mumbled before pressing a kiss onto your head.

As you two hugged, only ome thought ran through Kenma’s mind.

“Maybe this isn’t so pointless..”

[shivertaste]

death incoming

[134340am]

22. smiling in-between kisses

suna rintarou x gn!reader, 0.4k words, sfw + cw food

“what should we do after this?” suna asks, words interspersed with the soft smacks of his lips against his melting chuupet. the strawberry flavouring had stained his lips and tongue a saturated blush-pink, making him look more kissable than ever.

you suck on your own citrus chuupet, wincing at the ice-cold tanginess that slithers down your throat quicker than you expected. “i’unno. it’s too damn hot to do anything.” you shrug.

“we can watch a movie?” suna quips, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

“it’s too hot to sit on the couch.” you pointed out, lethargically gesturing at where you and suna were huddled together on the floor in front of a fan.

“what if we sit outside?”

“i’m pretty sure it’s hotter. there’s barely any breeze.”

“…we can make out?”

“nah, still too hot for that.”

you lick at a trail of yellow-orange that’s dripped down the side of your chuupet’s plastic tube, relishing in the refreshing, sweet flavour on your tongue. you were just about to go in for another slurp of your sweet treat when it was abruptly tugged out from your hand—by a smug suna with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“wha—?!” 

before you could react—cuss him out, express your disapproval, whine and cry in the way you knew would get on his nerves, suna’s pressing his cold lips to yours. the kiss quite literally sent you into a state of brain freeze, and it took a moment for you to reciprocate, one hand sliding into suna’s hair and the other curling around the back of his neck.

you sigh into the kiss, enjoying the cool, smooth glide of his lips against yours. you let yourself lick his bottom lip timidly, then summon up the courage to capture his bottom lip between your teeth, which you pulled at teasingly. suna laughs at your attempt, a faint rush of air that tickles your lips, and he rewards you with a series of affectionate, warm pecks that had you smiling into the kiss.  

you feel his mouth curve up against yours, mirroring your smile, and faintly register one of his hands running up your thigh. the pair of you kissed until your lips were no longer cold and you couldn’t tell the difference between the taste of strawberry and citrus and his lips.

when you pulled apart, lips shiny with spit and breaths laboured and heavy, suna’s gaze was swirling with equal parts affection and desire.

“it’s summertime, babe.” he flashes you a quick, lazy grin—one that revealed a faint dimple on his left cheek. “why let the heat stop you?”

a/n: this is an edited repost sooo sorry if you’ve seen this before :*) and yes i m once again pushing the all-my-faves-have-dimples agenda

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[twiwoncrackpopcorn]

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DUO will be Riddle with Cater | Leona with Floyd

All hail tsumified cuteness overbloat~~~

[twstwonderlandstuff]

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See you there

[justxprettyxboys]

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[bee-bee-writes]

“Why Can’t I Kiss You Pt. 1”

Prompt: A series of fics where for various reasons you can’t kiss your boyfriend and he decides to take this way too personally. 

Character: Atsumu Miya

Tags: Whiney Atsumu, Insecure Reader

WC: ~1.9K

A/N: Yo this is my first every writing account, I’m very scared lol. I really appreciate if you read this warms my heart :)

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"Achoo" You sneeze violently in a tissue before tossing it in the large trash bag near your bed. You roll over to check the bag and cringe when you notice it's almost full.

“Mom”' You call out. 

Silence… That means it's 4pm then. She said she’d be out of the house by by then. Ugh. You slump yourself back to your bed rest as you grumble your dilemma. 

It's the middle of spring who expects a slight cough to be a week-long cold in surprise. Now it’s Thursday and despite how grimy and tired you feel, and the nonstop snot pouring out your nose this has been the best day of your cold yet. Speaking of mucus, you feel a cough rise in your throat. You rush to the box of tissues on your side table and cough it out. You squirm at the clear mess in your hands and toss it into the overflowing bag. And with that the box is empty. 

“I had to get up eventually…” You whine as you push off your covers. “Woah! Not on my watch” A voice boomed. You quickly look up to see your boyfriend Atsumu Miya beaming right at you with a tray in his hand. “Hi, baby” You keep staring at him wide-eyed stuck in the same position as earlier. He walks into your room and places the tray and his school bag on the coffee table near your bed. You look down and find a bowl of porridge, a plate of clumsily cut apple slices, and a bottle of medicine. “Y/n. Helloo. You’re amazing, reliable, and handsome boyfriend came by for a visit” Atumu quirks his eyebrow at you as he waved at you from across the table. You snap out of your trance and look up at your concerned boyfriend. 

“W-wait what are you doing here? Is my fever spiking again” Before you could get up, Atsumu rushed to your side. “Wait are you serious? Hold on” He freaked out as he pushed his bangs aside to put his forehead on yours. You flinched at the sudden contact as Atsumu wrapped his hand on your neck to pull you closer. You glance up into his warm brown eyes and see so much worry and care. You feel your heart skip as he moves away to put his hand on your forehead. 

“I think your forehead’s fine, y/n. But if you feel woozy let me know okay” He leans down and gives you a peck on your forehead. He smiles down at you soft and wide, before heading back to the table for his school bag. You touch the top of your head and watch your boyfriend rifle through his bag. The last time you saw him was at a home game for his volleyball team on Friday. Since you got sick over the weekend, you’d gone almost a whole week without seeing him. Sure he texted and called to check in, but it’s so different having him here and getting affection from him. You feel your skin warm up, but you know better that it’s not from a fever or the blankets that surround you. You smile as you think about the light kisses and attention he gives you. 

“Hey Tsumu, how’d you get in here” His head perks up at the nickname and a goofy grin spreads on his face before a pout appears. “Why? Are you trying to kick me out? I just got here” He slumps on the table and gives you his puppy eyes. You roll your eyes, but Atsumu chuckles at the big smile on your face. He sits up and beams at you staring into your eyes. “I got a call from your mom that she’d be out today and she asked me to visit and keep you company” He put his finger up as he began to count. “So 1. I love your mom and I’d do anything for her 2. What better time to dump your missing school work on you” 

“And?” You giggle while wrapping yourself in your blanket. His eyes sparkle as he laughs with you. “And, obviously, I missed you baby! School’s so boring without you now” He leans forward on the table and pouts at you again. “I might be back tomorrow, but I can’t promise that. I’m still feeling pretty sick, but not as bad as earlier this week so we’ll see” You blew him a kiss as he groaned, while catching the kiss you blew.  

 “Oh yeah, your school work!” He grabs a pack of papers and walks toward you. 

“You’re amazing boyfriend and friends were able to convince your teachers to give you a month to catch up on this week’s material. So make sure to thank us-” You and Atsumu looked at the source of the crunch sound and your eyes widened. Atsumu stared at your overflowing trash bag, before turning to face you. You flinched suddenly aware of how gross it must’ve looked. “Do you need me to toss out your bag” You nod. He begins to pick it up. “Is there other stuff you wanna get rid of” You quickly grab the empty tissue box and a half-empty water bottle to hand him. Atsumu takes the trash and drops it in the bag while tying it. As he turns around, you cringe at the bag he’s holding. Suddenly you feel worse as you glance at the scattered pillows and half-opened drawers about your room. 

“Hey babe, do you need anything else from downstairs?” Atsumu’s voice brings your focus back to him. You shake your head. Then pull the blanket closer to your body. “N-no” You cough into your elbow. “I’m good babe” He stares at you for a moment longer before nodding and giving you a soft smile. Then he disappears from your door frame.

You feel your heartbeat pick up and your stomach drop. You tug your knees and feel tears trying to prick your eyes. 

‘I’m so disgusting. I can’t believe I let him see me look like this. My room… I’m such a mess’ You turn away in your bed to muffle your cries.

“Hey! I know you didn’t say you wanted anything, but I got you some tea-” Atsumu’s eyes widen when he sees a blob of blankets against your bedside window. His eyebrow raises as he places the tea on your coffee table. He takes note of the untouched apples and porridge. He replaces the trash bag near your bed, before taking a seat next to the blob. “Do you know where my girlfriend went blob?” His voice has a little laugh in it as he looks back at your hidden figure. You whisper back, “I’m actually feeling kinda bad again. So..” You can’t find the words to explain. ‘I’m sorry for being so gross. You must be disgusted’ Your thoughts begin to run wild again as you both sit in the silence.

“Y/n”. Atsumu’s voice felt like a pin dropping in the silence. You worried if the blankets wouldn’t hide your shaking. You hummed back at him. Atsumu turns to face you on the bed. “Am I… bothering you somehow? If so please tell me” He pleads with you. You bite your lip as you hear the sorrow in his voice. 

“I’m sorry you have to take care of me!” You yell out. “What?” You can already imagine the confused look on his face. Your face begins to warm thinking about how embarrassing what you’re about to say is. 

“I-I’m all gross and smelly. And I've been hacking up snot since Sunday. I just. Ugh, this is so stupid” You shift on your bed and muffle the rest in your pillow. A quick silence fills the room again before you feel Atsumu tug on your blankets. 

“What are you doing?” “I really, really, really need to see your face right now” Atsumu whines. You pull back on the space he tugs on and he taps you back. “Let go” “No, I can’t” “Y/nnnn” Both of you go back and forth tugging for a while. “Baby” You drop your side of the blanket as he drops his. You sit up but remain covered. Atsumu shuffles closer to your figure. “Can I please see you, Baby? I miss you Y/n” You can hear his pout in that last sentence. You start to blush at how cute he’s being, but don’t respond. He sighs. “You leave me no choice then Y/n” He mumbles as he crosses his arms next to you.

“Darling. I really miss you. Can I see my baby again?” He asks with a deep voice. Your face begins to burn as you feel blood rush to your cheeks. “T-that’s illegal! You can’t use ‘that’ voice on me” Atsumu snickers and you can hear the smirk in his voice as he continues, “But darling, I really miss you” You turn towards your window again and push down the noise your heart is making. “Y-you can’t call me Darling either” He presses himself against you and wraps his arm around your shape to pull you closer. “Can you pull this down for me darling” He tries again. He tugs the blanket near your head. 

You slowly pull the blanket down. You face away from him, embarrassed for completely different reasons now. Atsumu laughs at you as he drags your head into his neck. “I’d do anything for you. I’d carry mountains of homework packets, fight our teachers to give you all year to catch up on your work, and most always be by your side for anything” You lean into his shoulder and feel your heartbeat slow down. 

The room begins to still and all you can focus on is Atsumu and your heartbeats. He leans over to give you a peck on your forehead. “I don’t care that you’re sick” He gives you a quick squeeze and gets a giggle out of you. “I love you and I’m so glad I get to take care of you like this” He hums and he cuddles closer to you. As you lean into your boyfriend, he grabs your chin to focus on him. He brings you closer to his face. 

“Ow!” You slam a pillow into Atsumu’s face and he glares at you. You glare right back and wiggle out of his hold. You hold up the pillow as a shield. “What were you trying to do?!” “Trying to kiss my girlfriend, you psycho” He fires back. You can’t help but laugh at this scene. He looks so mad with his pout, but you can’t help but giggle at him. 

“Tsumu I’m literally sick” “You let me kiss you on your forehead a while ago though!” He whined.  You burst out laughing at his response. He tried to give you puppy dog eyes and another pout, but you just threw your pillow at him again. He slowly fell off the bed as he began to groan. You leaned over to laugh at his suffering as he sat next to your bed. 

“But babe, I haven’t seen you in like a week. The last time I saw you was after our game on Friday. Pleaseee” “You’re so dumb” You laughed as he whined. 

You decide to let him off easy and lean down to kiss his cheek. But right as you reach down you see a glint of mischief in his eye, but it’s too late. He turns his head and sneaks a kiss on the lips from you. “Noo” “Yess” He cheers as he falls on your floor. “What’re you gonna do if you catch my cold now dumbass” He looks back up at you with a love sick grin

“Be grateful, I have such a cute girlfriend to take care of me”