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yutaleks · 2 months

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Don’t look @ me for this I’m sorry. Blame Twitter user kenkaru86 for putting yuuta & piss kink on my brain for the last week. Tagging @zorosdimples my fellow piss enjoyer

CW: piss, oral m!receving, forward!gn!reader. Length 1.3K. Banner @/cafekitsune

“Here?”

Yuuta’s voice is shaky as he watches you sink to your knees amongst guts and grime. You’re both covered in ooze, the gorey aftermath of a rather tricky semi-special grade curse lurking in this abandoned building, once a factory of some sort. Though Yuuta was more than capable of exterminating this curse on his own, he was never opposed to your company. And watching you fight was… well, he’d be the first to admit you’re an incredible force of nature, at the very least.

Despite the difficulty, the two of you made it out of the fight mostly unscathed, except for a few cuts and scrapes that Yuuta will heal for you on the way back. But where Yuuta comes out of it feeling tired, you’re always the opposite; invigorated by the fight, incensed by bloodlust, adrenaline. Muscles itching for something more, something to help mute the buzzing of cursed energy that leaves your body feeling haywire.

Maybe that’s why he insists on being your partner for missions, actually. Because right when the fight is over, you’re begging for an outlet… and he’s always willing to be that for you.

It’s seconds after the curse explodes into a violet, sticky puddle of gore that you drag him into the nearest bathroom, its surfaces grimy and tinted with dirt and mold, that you tug at his waistline and look up at him with pupils so wide he can’t even make out the color of your irises.

“Yes, here,” you reply, a giggle on your lips as you tug in the strings of his white cotton belt. You can feel him through his dark jeans, how despite his floundering he’s already half hard for you. “Cmon Yuuta.”

“B-but,” he looks around the tiled room, rather concerned with the state of the grime on the floor. “What if,”

“We cased the whole building. You know no one’s here.”

He backs up against the wall as the sound of you pulling down his zipper echoes in the small bathroom. You rub the palm of your hand against the bulge in his briefs and he shudders, sighing loudly.

“But Ijichi-san’s outside, the veil’s probably down by now, and—”

“Yuuta.”

You muster up the most watery eyes you can as you blink up at him. It’s almost laughable how quickly his tense shoulders sag, how the breath held so tightly in his chest dissipates.

“Please Yuuta? I want you so bad—don’t you want me too?”

He brushes the ichor away from your pretty face. He’d kiss you if you weren’t so far from his lips.

“I can never say no to you,”

“I know,” you smile. That devilish grin still paints your lips when you finish pushing down his pants and his briefs, fiendish and hungry stare on what you desire most.

Your hand wraps around his length, guiding it to your lips. As you suck on the tip, Yuuta’s head falls back against the tiled wall. It’s hard to look at you when you’re the one on your knees; he knows if he looks down at you he’ll cum before you’re even satisfied. You like the challenge: him trying not to cum, while you’re trying to make him cum.

You always win but, that’s beside the point.

Your tongue teases the bottom of his tip as you suck on it, and Yuuta doesn’t know what to do with his hands—for a while, as you begin to bob your head, he struggles with opening and closing his fists. You hear him moan, the sound amplified by the echoing off the walls.

“God—wait—” he huffs when you pull off, planting sloppy, wet kisses to his cock. “Wait—”

“What is it?” You flatten your tongue, rubbing it against the base, tracing the vein underneath with a look in your eyes that could give a succubus a run for her money.

“I, um,” he starts blushing, red to the tips of his ears. “I’m sorry, if you keep going I’ll—”

“Cum? Baby that’s the point,” you press his tip to your lips and blow on it. Truly horrible for his resolve.

“No—fuck, no,” he shudders again when you dip your tongue into hip tip, tasting the salty taste of his precum. “I—I have to pee.”

“So pee.”

There’s something very gratifying about the look of horror on his face when you suggest such a thing. What’s so bad about piss anyway? Bear Grylls did it, and he’s surely never battled a curse. You can drink a little piss.

“I can’t possibly—”

“Just let go, don’t think about it.”

“I can’t do that to you,”

“I want it,” you hum, every word vibrating against his cock. “You’d give me anything I wanted wouldn’t you, Yuuta? Cause you love me soooo much? Please?”

He covers his reddening face with his hands, flustered. But he doesn’t stop you when you take his cock past your lips, sucking on it, this time no longer teasing but with full intent to make him cum. Though he hides his eyes behind a forearm, you feel a hand on your head, guiding you. You take him deeper, cheered on by the lovely sounds of his broken moans.

You feel his thighs start to tense up and he exhales desperately, “I can’t hold it I’m sorry—”

He doesn’t think he’s felt more embarrassed in his life than he does right now, knowing that he can’t control the feeling. Despite his hand on your head trying to push at you, you hold onto his thighs, cementing your body in place. With shame swimming in his gut, he can’t hold back—he still feels the warmth of your mouth around him when he starts to feel himself pee.

And he can’t bear to look down. He doesn’t want to find out if you swallow or spit it out, so he keeps his eyes shut until it’s over, until the pressure in his bladder is gone and the tightness in his shoulders fades away.

You’re relentless though—when he finally opens his eyes he looks down and sees you, taking him deeper in your throat. You hollow your cheeks and relax your jaw. Yuuta’s already so close that when he looks down at you, it only takes a few thrusts into your hot, wet throat to finish him off. He groans as he spills into your throat, and you swallow gleefully when he pulls out, spit webbing between your mouth and his tip in a lewd display of affection.

Despite your shaky breaths your smiling, victorious.

“Did you… did you swallow that?” He asks between breaths, incredulous.

“Why don’t you kiss me and find out?”

Yuuta would never turn down an invitation to kiss you—so he joins you in kneeling on the ground, and shoves his tongue so far down your throat it can barely be called kissing.

“What do you think?” You ask him when he pulls away, amusement in your voice.

“You—”

Before he can finish his sentence, you’re broken out of the moment with the loud sound of his cellphone ringing. He hesitates to answer, looking you over with a thousand words in his gaze. before sighing and reaching into his pocket.

“Ijichi-san,” he answers, looking at you. You’re laughing, barely containing it behind a hand over your lips. “Sorry we got lost. We’ll be out right away.”

Yuuta quickly hangs up the call. And you expect him to lead you out, find Ijichi, and spend the next hour apologizing for making him wait. He’s polite to a fault, after all.

But after you stand, Yuuta instead lifts you up onto the nearby sink, pressing your back to the broken mirror above it.

“Yuuta?”

“It’s only fair,” he pouts, placing your ankles on his shoulders. “I’ll be quick.”

“No you won’t,”

He kisses you again, folding you in half atop the sink, your kiss still bitter and salty.

“I’ll try.”

#cw.piss #writing tag #yuuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #jjk x reader

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charlosvibesonly · 4 months

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New Romantics

A Max Verstappen Imagine

Pairing : Max Verstappen x fem! reader

it’s mostly fluff, with a few kisses, banter, fights, and a hope that they’ll get through it all❤️

To say she was nervous was an understatement. She had dreamed of this moment all her life. As she walked to the motorhome, she tried to calm her nerves. She was intelligent and confident, and she was going to fit in just fine. The weather was a little hot for her taste, her Red Bull t-shirt was going to be soon drenched in sweat if she stood in the Bahrain sun any longer.

“Y/N! So glad you found your way out!” her team leader said. A few faces were familiar, she had interned with them before, but now she had retired as a permanent member of the team. A mechanical engineer, she was going to work as a Structures Analyst. The job was demanding, yet thrilling. And, she was finally going to work with the race team. No mistakes are all she wished for. The Bahrain GP was on Sunday, barely three days from now. She was introduced to the remaining team and jotted down to work.

However, her eyes searched for the Golden Boy. She wouldn’t admit it but the drivers were also part motivation for her along with the engineering marvel cars. It was her daydream to run into Charles Leclerc on the paddock and have an awkward interaction, one thing would lead to another, and before you knew it, they would be madly in love. She smiled to herself as she thought about it. But getting distracted wasn’t going to help. The free practice was going to start in about an hour, which meant work was coming her way. She had to be aware, observe, and analyze the data so that the Golden Boy crosses the line first on Sunday.

It was lunch break when she ran into someone on her way to the table. The coffee spilled both on her and the person she had bumped into. “Fucking hell!” the man said. The coffee was hot, and it had burnt her hand a little, but the man got the full blow on his chest. She raised her eyes to apologize. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It can’t be him! The blue eyes looked angry. “I’m so sorry Max,” she said quickly. “Yeah next time please keep your eyes open while walking,” he replied and then pushed her aside and continued walking. What a jerk! She thought to herself. She cleaned up the mess and retired to her desk, hoping the free practice would take her mind off it.

The free practice was average. Max was angry with the performance. Checo also complained a little. This meant she was going to be here till the morning. After probably what seemed like the most exhausting and exciting hours, she left the motor home. She was drowsy and extremely tired. She needed those three hours of sleep permitted by the leader. On her way out, she bumped into someone again. “Oh Lord! Are you fucking blind?” the voice said. “Hey! I’m sorry. And maybe you can learn to talk politely,” the words left her mouth without her realizing. “Oh really. What am I supposed to say? Sorry Ma’am, you walk like it’s your road, I made a mistake by coming in between,” Max said sarcastically. She had had enough.” Look. I said I was sorry. You don’t have to be such a bitch. I have spent the last nine hours improving the car with the team. I know you don’t like to be polite, but at least don’t act like a jerk!” she said in a breath and walked away.

God! She hated him. The Golden Boy was ruining her first day at work. On her way to the hotel, she scrolled through Twitter, liking every Charles appearance, and post there was. That did improve her mood significantly. Work was going to be difficult, especially when it was so easy to bump into the lion. A few races had passed. It was the Monaco GP this weekend. Max Verstappen had won every fucking race till now. But that did not improve their dynamic at all. He constantly hurt her pride, so she bruised his ego. The hate was mutual. The interactions they had had so far were bitter. Neither trying to back down and always tearing the other person apart. The bitter banter continued during strategy meetings. Y/N would present her analyses, and Max, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist the urge to undermine her efforts. "You sure you're looking at the right data? Wouldn't want us all going in circles," he remarked with a dismissive tone, casting doubt on her competence.

Y/N, unyielding, retorted, "I'd be more worried about your ability to follow a straight line on the track. Might help if you focused on driving instead of insulting."

The worst part was, now he knew her name.

She hoped to never run into him again, but that meant to leave this job. And she wasn’t going to leave because of that jerk. She kept her head low and did keep her eyes open while walking. Needless to say, the work kept her busy, and her team appreciated her work ethic. “Y/N do you want to join us for a little party in the evening? The whole team is coming.” Ava, a colleague of hers asked. “Sure! I‘ll be there!” she replied. A social event in Monaco seemed exciting. The harbor looked so pretty in the evening and the restaurant overlooked the beautiful sea. Her little black dress for this moment. She was here for fun and nothing was going to ruin it. Until she saw him. He looked different. Nice different. It was probably the missing Red Bull clothing that almost felt like a part of his skin. But the sky blue shirt complemented his eyes. He looked very handsome. She turned away. Was it the weather? Why was she feeling so hot suddenly? She excused herself and made her way to the balcony. Fanning herself, she took deep breaths. “Not throwing up are you? Don’t ruin the sea with your sick!” Max said smirkingly. “Oh I’m sure, it was ruined the day you set foot here,” she tried to harm but failed. Had he done something to his hair? He smelled heavenly too. “Haha. You don’t look so shabby today,” Max tried to make amends. “You don’t look half bad either. Is it the missing Red Bull clothes? Didn’t it hurt to rip your skin?” Y/N added. Max leaned in closer and whispered,” Lord why do you have to be so hurtful? I am just trying to be nice here.” She wanted to believe him. But she also liked teasing him. “Oh yeah? And why are we so saintly today? The air, or the drinks to be blamed?” she asked. Max looked straight into her eyes. His face was close. Or not. She wasn’t tall enough to decipher. He moved closer. There was laughter from the rooms within. Someone was going to see them here. She tried to move away and turned. Max held her hand and pulled her back. They were too close. She could feel his heart beating. “It's you. Y/N. No drink can ever make me compliment you.” Max said. She tried to read his eyes. They felt honest. Desperate. And he leaned in closer. Pressing his lips on hers. Neither pulled away. There was a loud sound from within. And Max stopped. He looked into her eyes and said,” So this shuts you up.”

She was back in the motor home. It was race day. She had always seen the grandeur of the Monaco GP on TV but she could finally experience it! She was excited and used it as a distraction to avoid thinking about the other night. Max Verstappen had kissed her. But nothing happened after that. She had pulled away from him and said, “No. This isn’t right. I don’t like you. Yes, maybe today you look perfect, and it was the need of the moment. But let’s forget about it.” And she walked away, disappearing from the party, and walking the streets of Monaco alone. She was really glad nobody had found out about that little incident, she was afraid that would jeopardize her job. But she kept revisiting that night every so often. “Y/N! I need the results for these simulations ASAP! There must be no mistakes,” her team leader ordered. She got out of her daze and started working. The race was going to start in an hour. Having been glued to the screen for more than four hours, she needed a break. She went to the coffee machine. While carrying the coffee, she remembered the first time she ran into Max. The hot coffee spilled over both of them, and those cold blue eyes. Fuck. Why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She thought maybe it was an after-effect. That it would take time for her to move on. She was lost in her mind when Max came in the corridor from his room. No. She hadn’t seen him since they kissed, she hadn’t even waited for his answer. She felt selfish and guilty. Max looked at her and said, “Not going to spill that coffee again on me, are you? I don’t have a spare outfit either.” But he wasn’t being condescending. He was smiling. No. That wasn’t a good sign. He wanted to act nice and maybe be friends with her. But no. She despised him and one kiss was never going to change that. She looked at him and said, “No way. An arsehole once told me to keep my eyes open and walk.” And she walked away without a word. Why was she being so petty? He was just being a nice person and making amends. Although she always struggled when someone got way too close to her. She disliked being so vulnerable unless she was sure about that person of course. He wasn’t that. And in one moment of weakness, she had distanced herself from Max even more.

The summer break had started. Normally, this meant vacation for drivers, but for Y/N the work never stopped. And she liked it that way. It was all she had dreamt of and she was finally working with such cool minds. She was at Milton Keynes, along with the rest of her team. The break meant that they could study the car even more, and find areas of improvement for next year. She was happy to be away from Max. It felt like she could never escape him. Post her snide remark, there wasn’t much conversation between them, but she had felt his glances on her. Their eyes met frequently, and they held each other's gaze till someone backed down. Why were they always testing each other? She could never tell. The highlight of the summer vacation was probably Charles and the fan accounts that constantly updated his ventures. God! He looked hot in summer. She had seen him so frequently on track, but she never got the courage to go and talk to him.

It was a fine evening when Y/N was making her way home. She pressed for the lift and she stood frozen when it opened. Max was standing in the lift. Alone. Would it be rude if she didn’t step on? Maybe. Keeping her pride aside she stepped into the lift. Their eyes met. She mumbled a low hi. “Oh! Now you are talking?” Max said. His voice had an edge. Anger perhaps. “What does that mean?” Y/N asked. He stepped closer. Oh no. It was happening again. “Max I told you this isn’t right. I could lose my job!” she almost pleaded. “ Bull shit! You are a coward. Running away every time you see me, and yet you look into my eyes like a lover. I fucking hate that I even think about you,” Max spitted. “I am not a coward. And yes maybe I might have a little crush on you. But see the reality, Max. It’s never going to work out for the good,” she said almost crying. The blue eyes looked stormy. She was scared of what he would say next. But the elevator had reached the parking and the doors opened. She tried to walk out first. But he stood in front blocking her way. “We’re not leaving till we’re done talking. You can’t keep running away every fucking time!” he thundered. The elevator doors closed. And he pressed the highest floor number. “Tell me why this won’t work, and I will let you go. And your fucking job doesn’t count because no, this won’t jeopardize it,” he commanded. Y/N took a few steps back, their eyes never leaving each other. “I… I… I…” she tried to find an answer. “Thought so,” he said as he grabbed her face with his hands and started kissing her. Passionately. She kissed him back as a single tear ran down her cheek. Things were going to get messy now, but at this moment maybe she could forget all about it. He pushed her against the door, as the walls she so carefully built to avoid him, came crashing down.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself reluctantly drawn into Max's world. Their dates were filled with laughter, shared interests, and an undeniable chemistry that seemed to defy their initial animosity.

Amid the twinkling lights of Barcelona, Max and Y/N found themselves caught in a moment of quiet connection. "You know, you're not as tough as you want everyone to believe," Y/N remarked, a playful glint in her eyes. Max shot her a smirk, the city's glow accentuating the curve of his lips. "Maybe, but at least I'm not pretending to be a cold hearted person who will kiss someone and leave." Y/N chuckled, "Touche. But there's more to you than this tough exterior. I can see it." Max arched an eyebrow, "Oh, can you now? What exactly do you see?"

"A person who's passionate, determined, and maybe a bit afraid of letting others see the real you," Y/N replied, her gaze holding his. Max's expression softened, and he sighed, "You're not entirely wrong. But don't get too comfortable analyzing me, Y/N. I might surprise you yet."

Their journey continued across different countries, accompanied by stolen kisses and whispered promises. Max proved to be surprisingly attentive, and Y/N found herself gradually lowering the walls she had built so meticulously.

It wasn’t always a smooth ride though.

The tension between Y/N and Max reached a boiling point during the Italian Grand Prix. Work consumed their time, and the struggle for the championship intensified. Late nights turned into early mornings, and the weight of responsibility strained their relationship.

It was a race weekend filled with high stakes, and the atmosphere in the paddock was charged. Y/N, buried under the weight of her responsibilities, felt the strain as she tried to balance the demands of her job and her evolving relationship with Max. Y/N, exhausted, confronted Max. "I'm here to help the team win, not to be your punching bag," she snapped, her patience wearing thin. Max, equally stubborn, shot back, "Well, maybe you should focus on doing your job instead of trying to prove something to me." The words hung in the air, poisoning the atmosphere. The intensity of the argument grew as frustrations, both personal and professional, intertwined. "I can't keep doing this. I won't be an afterthought in your life," she declared, storming out of Max's room, leaving behind a lingering silence.

Days passed in silence, each avoiding the other, until the tension became unbearable. Max, realizing he couldn't let pride destroy what they had, decided to make amends. Armed with a bouquet of Y/N's favorite flowers, he knocked on her hotel room door.

Y/N opened the door, not expecting him at all. Max stood there, his expression softening. "I messed up," he admitted.

She sighed, a mix of frustration and relief washing over her. "You think flowers will fix everything?"

Max stepped closer. "No, but I hope they're a start. Can we talk?"

Y/N hesitated but finally nodded. They settled into the room, and Max began, "I care about you, Y/N. More than I thought I would. I don't want us to fall apart over this."

She looked at him, torn between hurt and the lingering affection she couldn't deny. "Max, I can't keep being the second priority. I have a job, a career, and I can't let it crumble because of us." He took a deep breath, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I get it, Y/N. Let's find a balance. I'll try harder." As they talked through their concerns and fears, a newfound understanding emerged. Max left, promising to be more considerate, but little did they know that their world was about to be rocked unexpectedly.

A few days later, Max posted a casual photo of the two of them on Instagram. The picture was seemingly harmless, but the internet detectives quickly connected the dots. Speculation spread like wildfire, and Y/N's identity became a topic of heated debate.

Max, aware of the storm he had unintentionally unleashed, took to Instagram with a stern expression. "Leave her the f*** alone," he declared, his post garnering mixed reactions from fans.

Y/N, caught in the crossfire, faced the consequences of public scrutiny. Colleagues eyed her with uncertainty, and online trolls intensified their efforts to uncover every detail of her life. The pressure reached its peak, threatening to shatter the fragile normalcy they had built.

It took a toll on Y/N. It made her fearful of stepping out. She started cancelling their dates, and even wished Max would just start hating her for all of this to be over

But Max had had enough. He wasn’t let her run away again. Yes, he was being selfish, but he couldn’t bear to lose her. He stormed into her room one evening . "I’m not letting them ruin this for you," he said, sincerity in his eyes. "I care about you, Y/N, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect you from this madness. But you have to be brave too. I know I’m asking you a lot. But I really like you. I don’t wish to be parted from you."

Her eyes met his, a mixture of gratitude and apprehension swirling within. "Can you promise that this won't complicate things between us?" she asked, the gentle night breeze carrying the weight of unspoken fears. There was a pause, and then she added, "And what about when the championship pressure builds up? Will we withstand the storm together, or will it tear us apart?"

Max nodded. "I won't make promises I can't keep, Y/N. But I'll be damned if I let anything or anyone jeopardize what we have. We face it together, no matter how tough it gets. No sugarcoating, just real. Are you in?"

“Yes. I am,” Y/N assured.

The road ahead was uncertain, but at that moment, Y/N found solace in Max's commitment. The storm outside might rage, but in each other, they discovered a sanctuary amidst the chaos.

#max verstappen #f1 #charles leclerc #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen imagines #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fic #formula 1

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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I'm not sure if reqs are open, buy if you, can you please do something like this, but the reader is a teen? (15/16?) (Just like me irl lmao) (sorry if reqs are closed and for my blindness) ._."<3

still too young

a/n: straight up had no idea what to do for this one, so heres a vague assortment of headcanons about it. thank you for your request, and yes, they’re open!

word count: ~1.5k

-> warnings: spoilers for inazuma and the first sumeru archon quests, spoilers for albedo and razor lore, uhh people are unnecessarily rude to you, they kinda don’t see you as a person due to the nature of this situation—not all of them, but a major chunk. they’re simultaneously very obsessive and very lax. bad format.

-> lowercase intended!

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3

< masterlist >

right off the bat, things are going to be a lot different even as they’re very similar. when your main—who will be referred to as the favored for simplicity—finds you in the field, they still behave the same. theyre still going to be convinced that you’re the key to their god’s forgiveness, and though they’re surprised at your age, they don’t miss a beat. you’re too old to be so easily convinced, but you’re still too young to be wise enough to say no.

you’re tucked in the corner, a hilichurl’s club held tight in your shaking grip.

for the sake of this, we’ll say that you’ve been intentionally avoiding them, unwilling to taint your opinion of them. now youre cornered, and you doubt that teyvat can knit the bushes behind you tight enough to delay them. you don’t want to fight them, you don’t, but their weapon was still on display, shining in the early morning light as their shoulders heave with exertion.

they follow your eyes and dismiss it, carefully approaching you. the blessing of their god is lesser this time, but still powerful enough that they’re on the right track.

“hello,” they say, and introduce themselves. it’s useless, considering you know them already, but it’s not as if they know that.

when they prod for your name, you don’t answer, not even to give a fake one, and they frown. you do seem scared.. maybe they should try this from a different angle?

“i’m not here to hurt you,” they whisper, taking another step closer. “i promise.”

you’re too tired to think of resisting.

sumeru

• starting with this one first: no way in hell the akademiya is taking you seriously once it registers

• not a chance.

• the sages are welcoming(ish) at first, willing to allow this version of their savior—for who else could save them from their ‘god’s wrath?—to be… like this, but that must be because you want to better influence the young, right? you want to be relatable? this, all this is because you want to better be able to understand and talk to the newest generation, right?

• they’re like a corporation on twitter. that’s the nicest way to put it

• once they realize, through one mean or another, that no, you’re just young, this isn’t an alteration to your form, you’re being dismissed. you’re not their god, they don’t have to pay attention to you. they don’t have to pay attention to your odd sense of humor and whatever ‘based’ means in your eternally complex context. all they have to do is make you happy and keep you safe.

• (you’re not. to either.)

• to the sages of the akademiya, you’re a means to an end.

• if, by chance, you’re a tighnari / collei main, you’re a lot better off! they’re kinder, protective to a fault. you quickly become commonplace in gandharva ville, and integrate a lot easier. they’re probably two of the few to register you as the actual creator, but that’s mostly because theyre the ones who patch you up most often. it might take a while, but stick it out.

liyue

• more people who will laugh at you </3

• ningguang is the leader of liyue in every way that matters, and i just… i can’t see her taking a teenager seriously. you could lay out a 3-page, mla formatted—not that she’d recognize it—essay with cited sources, but she’d dismiss it all under the grounds of a minor grammatical error in line 4 of paragraph 5. oh, and it’s below the required word count for a report submitted to the qixing, so jot that down. you could use the words.

• in her mind, you’re just another task. something else to take care of, one that admittedly takes priority since you’re from their god, but still. she feeds you, makes sure you have clean clothes and aren’t sick, she keeps you safe, but it’s all hollow. keqing doesn’t care for you all that much—her creator’s on thin ice anyway—and though ganyu is kind, she can’t do much outside of bringing you a bundle of qingxin whenever you’re down(always). to the liyue qixing, you’re an assignment. one they can’t fail.

• if you’re a childe main, i’m sorry.

• if you’re a xiangling main, you have a chance at normality. she’s pretty strange but will be unlikely to turn you in or be harsh about it.

• if you’re a hu tao main, you also have a chance, just do your best to convince her not to bring you to zhongli. please.

• if you’re a zhongli main i’m sorry.

• can’t believe i almost forgot xiao, but i don’t feel i need to say much on the topic except for asking what color you want your shackles to be /hj

inazuma

• WOOO BOY

• R.I.P. to you, you had a nice run, good luck ever being able to leave the tenshukaku. the second the shogun sees you, it’s game over. to her, the people and environment are too inconsistent, too changing, too dangerous for somebody of your caliber. she’ll insist with iron eyes and a steel hand that you’re to stay there, where they can keep you safe. to her, the creator was the ultimate symbol of eternity—after all, what else is constant but creation? what else is certain besides the fact that new life will flourish, live, then die again?

• i’ll be one of the first to insist that ei =/= the raiden shogun, but it still stands that ei was still the one to give the shogun her commands. when she said to enforce eternity, her word was law, and when she says to keep you from leaving, she still carries that weight to her voice. what she says goes, and she says that you are to stay there.

• if you’re a kamisato main, rip.

• similarly, sorry to all the thoma mains.

• kazuha’s technically from inazuma so i’ll put him here: you have the best chance with him alone. the crux seem kind, but beidou is.. close with ningguang.

• if you’re a heizou main… play your cards right.

mondstat

• honestly? your best chance at living an okay life.

• they’re a nation of freedom! that isn’t to say they won’t vehemently press against you leaving the city—or springvale, if you’re smart about it—but you will have the most freedoms. they keep you from the kitchen and training grounds, but if you’re really interested then kaeya and jean might set up a very, very child-proof mock training set up for you. lisa also has a giant library, so guess what hobby you have now. sucrose and albedo may or may not let you watch—from a very safe distance with 10ft of protective barriers—and it’s a toss up as to whether diluc would even let you leave the manor, let alone mondstat.

• albedo mains are royally screwed. like you have a negative percent chance of ending up okay in this certain hyper-specific au. either he’ll keep you for evaluation and minor experimentation, or he’ll find out some way to keep you in the city / monitor your location. as a master(?) of khemia, he has a heavy interest in the creator. if you’re his chance to understanding it, them, and himself better, you are not leaving.

• quick fire: lisa mains have no chance, jean + noelle mains have an okay shot, and amber mains have a ~32% chance, diluc and kaeya mains are on the thinnest of ice. if you’re a diona main i have several questions but the only important one is who do you think she’ll turn you in to?

• if you’re a razor main 1) i love you keep up god’s work 2) you have one of the best chances! he’s not really involved with many people, just pray that lisa doesn’t find out about you. same goes for bennett, though he may be suspicious after a while and turn you in(his bad luck fades when you’re around sorry i make the rules)

• if you’re a venti main…. uh.

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faela404 · 1 year

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☆ The Library ☆

kazuha x gn! reader

prompt: - you and kazuha attend the same university, him being a english lit major and you being a person in stem😎 your paths never crossed until that day in the library…

*this is an smau so please do expect a lot of twitter posts and messages to read, there will be proper writing too but, it will mostly be that!!*

warning! mentions of alcohol consumption, pictures including cigarettes and alcohol, weird xiao stans, swearing, mentions of a fear of loneliness,

masterlist - prev | next

☆ unexpected ☆

12:17am

kazuha sighed as he decided it was finally time to head towards the library. he couldn’t just sit there looking through his friends tweets and listening to that awful music his roommates were playing.

quickly, he gathered his belongings into his bag and hauled it off towards his bedroom door. he was surprised none of the partygoers outside had tried to barge into his room yet, perhaps his roommates were being more respectful of his space today.

quietly, he slipped out from behind his door and began weaving between all the drunk students. god the smell of all that alcohol on their breath was revolting.

sure, there’s nothing wrong with drinking but the thought of gathering over 100 people into one room to just drink was disgusting to him.

he managed to get through the open door without anyone trying to grab or talk to him and swiftly he made his way towards the stairs.

this was gonna be a long night for him.

3:04am

shit. shit. shit.

professor ningguang is going to kill me if she goes in that stupid library in the morning and none of it has been cleaned.

i’m gonna be so tired in the morning, i already know it.

nevertheless, i quickly slip my shoes on and run out of my dorms. i know for a fact if anyone was to see me right now, running in my pajamas, my hair an absolute mess and cherry vans on my feet, they’d think i was insane, but i don’t have time for notions like that.

i finally managed to make it outside of the library without tripping over, but just as i opened the door and walked in.

i crashed.

we crashed.

into eachother.

his books scattered across the floor, making a very loud BANG! as they hit the wooden flooring.

what the hell is someone else doing here right now-

“im so sorry” he mutters out. despite sounding tired and a bit groggy, his voice is so calming, so sweet.

the library is dark, i can barely make out his features, but his hair. his hair is beautiful. the shine from the few lanterns decorated across the library reflect against his pearl white locks. i can make out what appears to be a thick strip of red pulled back into a short ponytail at the back of his head.

im staring.

oh god im staring.

“don’t apologise, it was my fault” i sound out of breath, i mean i am but he doesn’t need to know that. carefully, i begin gathering his books with his help and handing them back to him.

he mutters a small “thanks” as gratitude as he moves past me to leave.

im alone again now.

the guy is gone, probably to sleep.

yet im stuck here cleaning.

great.

i might as well start, i suppose.

this is gonna be a long few weeks.

a/n - thank you all so much for the support on chapter one! i appreciate you all so much! i hope you enjoyed this chapter! if you want to be added to the taglist please feel free to ask either in the comments or in my asks! either is fine! take care of yourselves <3

taglist - open! @kazuhaprnt @ryhie @scaraapologist

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attractive-nuisance-esq · 9 months

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I really just don’t know what to do with myself right now. I have to put this somewhere. I have to. And it can’t go on Twitter because my ex is over there.

Watching Aziraphale choose Heaven over Crowley was bad. But watching him ask Crowley to be an angel again was worse. I broke up with my girlfriend in 2019 after five years of her hiding me, toying with me, gaslighting me, manipulating me. She didn’t do any of it maliciously, but I was too broken for all of those years to believe I could get - or deserved - anyone better.

And there are too many parallels between me and Crowley to go into, but suffice it to say I’m in recovery. Author Mia Ugly made Crowley an addict in their AU fic Slow Show… I read that novel-length fic from start to finish three times. It was the perfect metaphor for a human version of Crowley. I look at this character, and I see me.

When I finally ended it with my ex, I wrote her this long, long letter after I spent months reading nothing but GO fanfic. Like, not even other books. Just fanfic about this angel and demon finally making it work. It took me a while to realize I couldn’t stop reading about Crowley and Aziraphale making it work because my god, they were us. She had so many chances, and I just kept waiting for scraps like they were a whole damn feast. My god… how I loved her. Enough to keep believing in her, no matter how many times she let me down. But the difference between us and them was that in all of these fics, Aziraphale would choose Crowley. Crowley exactly as he is. Be proud of him. Protect him. Cherish him. Grow with him. Apologize to him.

I told her all of this. It was too late for us, but at least I had those fics.

And I just… I was not prepared for episode six. It hadn’t even crossed my mind that this season would end with heartbreak. But then Aziraphale chose the safety of an institute again. And far, far worse, he asked Crowley with no small amount of giddy delight and anticipation to stop being Crowley. To be a completely different person. Someone acceptable to Aziraphale. Someone he wouldn’t think to hide. Someone he wouldn’t have to change.

And it just… happened. There on screen. I watched it happen to Crowley, just like it happened to me.

I’m so tired. I’m so, so tired. I have a headache from crying so hard. This post isn’t really about the characters or even the show, I guess. But if any other fans have some kind and/or hopeful words, I’ll take ‘em. Mostly I just needed to put this out there somewhere, so these feelings aren’t rattling around in my head all night.

#good omens #good omens season two #good omens 2 #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #aziracrow #crowley x arizaphale #gomens #gomens 2 #gomens s2

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why is everyone against bernard being the question guy wouldn’t it bring more to berdnard anyways

Mmm there are a lot of reasons personally for me! I’m gonna go ahead and say I’m incredibly biased and DC’s recent choices have my eye twitching.

1. Renee deserves to continue as The Question. DC has done this thing again, where an effective and exciting woman hero gets shifted backwards and we just lose all character development for no reason at all. This isn’t the first time DC has done this and it certainly won’t be the last time unfortunately. I’d like to see it fixed tbh and I’d like to see her back in the mask!

2. The Question seems to get just the title of a “conspiracy theorist” which is what I see B*tfam Stans using as a reason as apparently Bernard has had this trait, but that’s a huge misconception (mostly because of JLU love it though) sure he works with conspiracies but mostly because they are linked to corruption, which is really what he actually handles most of the time. Along with Renee! He just happens to be really cryptic about it, giving him that mysterious ‘crack pot’ vibe. That’s the purpose of The Question though. To go where the person behind the mask can’t, to stop the corruption at its core.

3. The DC comic verse has done enough sacrificing other characters for the b*tfam honest to god. Ppl are getting really tired of it. There has been plenty of this talk outside of the b*tfamily circle but it’s generally missed by them because they tend to stay in their circle. Which is totally fine! That’s their space, but the rest of the families/fandoms are irked. The way multiple characters have been altered and changed just to fit along that family is A LOT in the N52/Rebirth situation. The rest of the characters in DC are not responsible for Bernard being more interesting. If writers want him to be interesting they ought to just develop him as a person? Renee doesn’t deserve to lose the mantle because y’all want Tim’s boyfriend to be a cool conspiracy guy

4. If y’all want to see this, write fanfiction about it? That’s what fanfiction is for. What I don’t want is it being pushed at DC because A LOT of writers right now are waaaay too involved in fandom spaces rn (which I find highly unprofessional. Like I’m not saying you can’t be a fan, obviously I would prefer that, but starting fights with fans, beefing over Twitter, and using your power in these comic companies to run over others opinions and or steal ideas from fans is weird) and they do take from it. T*m T*ylor.

5. I think it would actually crush me to see Renee lose the mantle because of fandom space after Vic (who is one of my favorite characters) trusted her with it. The person who has it now respects Vic and the meaning behind the mask, because that very much matters when it comes to The Question, instead of just “lol conspiracies 🤪🤪”

6. If I remember correctly isn’t Vic back confusingly? With the whole Manhattan Flashpoint mess (please don’t ask me to explain I literally never understand the flashpoint LMFAOOO) So if Renee really is done with the mask… and Vic Sage is literally right there (I think) and about a million times better than Bernard would ever be at being The Question since he is literally the original, why should he? Bernard has literally done nothing to prove he would be better than either of these characters or has really done anything to show he deserves the mantle.

#also I would like to say I’m horrible with tone on the internet #I don’t mean any of this as an aggressive way if it comes off that way LMFAOO #I just feel very passionately #I also don’t hate Bernard!#I just don’t think he deserves to be the question #Hawkzeyes #yes I edited that b*tfam word because I always receive like an onslought of messages #whenever I talk about them at all #and I’m really not in the mood #LMFAOOO #like getting anon hate is just so nasty and rude #also I really hope this wasn’t bait #for like a hoard to come in LMFAOO

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i really thought i wasn’t too tired to write to you last night but apparently i was… i remember typing out a message but not sending it away because i fell asleep the moment my head hit my pillow 😭 anywaysss

ahhh but that sounds tough, hope it isn’t too stressful for you :( i don’t really have a lot of hobbies except for sports but to be fair, i am working with my hobby so it’s all good! but yeah it would def give me more time to write 🥲 i had to watch silverstone like two hours late because i was on a flight and i didn’t think i would feel it the same way since it wasn’t live, but god i was shaking on the train from the airport as i watched it lmao it was so good 🤭 hoping for the same this weekend!

lmao right!! i haven’t seen dts either, i saw only like the first two episodes of this season, but i just have this screenshot from twitter shdjshsj

cocky??? as if 😩

i might need him to bleach his hair sometime soon… just for research purposes……. also i love the dedication of going through that many pics 😭

i don’t think i’ll ever not be crazy about him back then 😶😶 truly unfair that he looks like that, rude to all other men tbh!

yeah some weekends get quite chaotic…. like this was my schedule for the weekend in paul ricard/hungaroring, when i also decided to watch italian f4 🫠 (i also think i had some times wrong shdkdhdjdj that sucked)

i have to say that i’m quite boring and mostly like the prema drivers…. kimi especially i guess, but also martinius stenshorne, love to see scandinavian representation 🤭 but yeah they’re def babies! we have a half-swede in f4 and he’s born in 07… he’s leading the championship and he only just turned 16, what 😭

if liam beats oscar, i will most def ship him over to you 🥰 but wait 3 hours of sleep only???? help that’s a nap, not a nights sleep 🥲 hope you’re doing okay though!! and get some rest when you can <3

!!! he talks with his hands!!!!! god i love me a man who’s expressive with his hands. and the ring…. 😮‍💨😮‍💨 i also do love me a buff man, he’s good at wearing loose shirts so it doesn’t show as much but that bathtub pic !!!! mmmmmm it’s etched into my brain

(also about my other ask, pls those pics 😭 also the part when he had his hand on his neck… god no it was a double kill 😤 and the shoulder to waist ratio?? *chefs kiss*)

No worries hun, same thing happened to me yesterday 😭😭😭 why are we always so tired?

This week was the worst probably… with me on my period means extremely mood swings… some drama in my personal life too and everything thrown at me at work to find a solution really made me angry and frustrated 😩 what kind of sports? And what is your job again? I’m pretty sure I’ve read it in one of your anon asks but I can’t remember.. 😞 emotions will come out even if you don’t expect it and I watched Silvo like 3 times already just to savour the moment and happiness they radiated that weekend 🥹🥹🥹

I watched the first season fully I think but I already thought that it’s overdramatic and twisted as shit… so didn’t bother to watch the other seasons 😂 omg now I have to watch that one episode to see why they were saying such a bullshit 😂😂😂 I assume his dry humour came out while having a resting bitch face and people took him seriously 😂😂😂

I want to see him with blonde hair 😭😭 just for a weekend or something! Nothing more cuz I love his brown locks 🥺 I collect pictures like no tomorrow 🫣 but anything for sharing a great one with the Oscar nation 😌

Omg, what is this schedule?? My god it looks that almost every session overlapped each other 🫨🫨 tell me about it… I usually take a screenshot of the schedule on Monday or Tuesday so I can plan ahead. So many times they changed the times after I’ve saved it and missed a beginning of sessions 🥴 torture!

Ahh prema is supreme, I’m not surprised, so sad they don’t seem to excel in f2 😅 I only need one mistake free weekend for the boys but we can’t get it 🥴🥴 wow what a name!! 🫨 I bet the commentators gets it right 😂😂😂😂 07??? Holy hell I’m 10 years older 🥴 whoops deffo a grandma compared to them 😂

Oh thank you dear, I’m waiting for him patiently 🥺🥺🥺 wait I’l have a screenshot my sleeping schedule for the last five nights.

Yesterday I managed to squeeze in almost 5 hours, that a win there 🫣 I usually take naps tho after work like one hour usually but it’s still only 3-4 hours of sleep per day 😂 I love sleeping yet I struggle to sleep well lately.. ☹️

TALKING WITH HANDS is the sexiest thing ever!! And if they wear rings??? Absolute heaven 🫠🫠 he does wear loose shirts now but back in f2.. holy moly 🫨🫨 THAT BATHTUB pic…. His arms my god 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 he can’t be that young lmao it’s not possible 😩😩

The difference between their built is insane! 👀 Liam was really on a muscular side back in f2 and Oscar is just lean haha with an awful back posture mind you 😅 and the fact that Oscar went from that to this is unbelievable and mind blowing to me 🫨🫨🫨

LIKE MY GOD WHY ARE YOU TORTURING ME FOR MAKING THIS MAN EVEN MORE DELICIOUS?? 😭😭😭

(I wanted to share them 🥺 yes yes I’m volunteering to have my hands around his neck too if he asks 😮‍💨😮‍💨 ITS INSANE, the slutty waist with his wide shoulders?? Killer 😭😭😭)

#asks #Jackie 🧡#buttercup 🥰#deffo some stuff is here that’s not for minors #not so pg stuff #Oscar #Liam #this asks looks like a little novel lmao

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galaxynajma · 9 months

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Saw a geto edit with the song "brutal" by olivia rodrigo

I don’t think I can see that song the same ever again why are the lyrics so Geto coded why do they fit the jujutsu students so well

" I’m so insecure I think that I’ll die before I drink "

" and I’m so tired that I might quit my job start a new life " nanami that’s all I have to say

"I’m so sick of seventeen "

"Where’s my fucking teenage dream "

"If someone tells one more time " enjoy your youth " I’m gonna cry " hmmm where have I heard enjoy your youth before hmmm

Here’s the link to it ( it’s mostly for my mutuals because i like seeing them feel the same pain as me :)) )

:((

#suguru geto #Geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #getou suguru #jjk edits #jjkedit #jjk season 2 #jujutsu kaisen season 2 #jjk fandom #jujutsu kaisen edit #twitter

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i’m getting so close to fucking up my life and posting this on insta. like a lot of people i know are normal but a LOT are trans rights activists, a few are “trans” and one of my jobs is super gendie. like i’m the only one there who refuses to state my pronouns and i can feel the air get heavy and awkward lol…and obv my friends /coworkers and even the owner follows me so like.

like i’m being so serious though there is an actual calculated massacre of palestinians happening. as it has been for decades. no i’m not gonna call it genocide just yet because as i have seen repeatedly using words incorrectly totally erases their meaning. like the trans community! how do you seriously justify using that word to describe what you believe is your experience of oppression? NO ONE is targeting trans people. no one. you have the lowest murder rates. you co opt every single social group and movement and reorient it around yourself and ostracize/vilify those who refuse to comply. not even just those who openly oppose you, but those who won’t follow along.

we see this ongoing brutalization of real actual people who don’t have a strong/effective governing body by a world superpower with military allies and funding around the globe. THAT’s violence. that’s oppression. not being told you’re actually not at the centre of everything that’s ever happened in the world

i really am gonna out myself publicly soon idk idc i can’t take this anymore the silence is actually physically hurting me. i just know i’m gonna lose so many friends even those who don’t gaf about trans shit because they’re scared.

but enough is enough. it’s the most privileged thing in the world to be able to dominate every single issue comfortably from twitter and your crumb filled polycule in your cozy safe western home. i don’t give a fuck about perceived threats to you especially if you’re a tim; no one is hurting you people, it’s actually the other way around. and you’re demonstrating your male socialization and entitlement by making sure that as the world witnesses the devastation of more lives from that same tired region of the world once again, you’re the ones in danger.

shut up about holocaust denial. you have no idea what the holocaust was. you have no idea what it’s actually like to be targeted and persecuted because of how you are born, who you are culturally. jews and cross dressers and disabled people and actual gay people from that time do know. and we all know, as clearly stated in the third reich, that the holocaust was instituted to remove undesirables from society, NAMELY jews.

jk rowling is pointing out that you can’t position trans people at the centre of the holocaust. AND that the concept of “trans” then was not what it is now — people (mostly males) were gay and due to rigid gender roles they may have cross dressed or called themselves some version of a man-lady etc. and that many of the doctors being credited for trans research actually engaged in uhhhh mutilation human experimentation and eugenics. not quite the same as critical life saving research fuckfaces

even by admission from historians touting “queer” theory, trans people did not suffer tremendously at the hands of nazis. please look at the death tolls of the actual persecuted parties. please consider how vain and evil and corrupt it is to rewrite history and appropriate unimaginable suffering for attention and sympathy, to further your own selfish and ill founded agenda.

idk why the link won’t work but please for the love of christ. good god. read something real for once. not pseudo history

& once again i implore you to really think bout what you’re doing to get another woman with the tits to not comply. look what you did to sinead o’connor and amber heard and brittany spears and all the women in the world who didn’t behave . cowards

like what you’ve done to women; erased our history, erased our experiences and are erasing our right to say who and what we are . a trans woman threw the first stone at stonewall! wrong. that was a gay cross dressing man. you are shitting all over him and his life for taking his right to say who he was from him. trans women are breaking boundaries — woman of the year! fastest swimmer in the world! heavy weight champion! youth basketball prodigy! wrong. you’re excusing male entitlement and theft of womens spaces and accomplishments. you’re celebrating the rollback of sex based rights. you’re dismissing the experiences and dreams and goals and hard work and basic rights to acknowledgement and respect of females.

trans women have no representation! wrong. every where you go, everything i watch i’m bombarded with trans women being forced in, added like they’re an organic part of social groups, particularly female ones. i remember back in 2020 watching euphoria and realizing that schaeffer has a duck and my initial disgust and discomfort that it had been so sneakily spring on me; it’s so innocent, two sad lonely teen girls lying in bed, harmless. and then you’re supposed to not react when you see this grotesque bulge in pink frilly girl panties. you’re supposed to not show revulsion at that. or wonder why a young lesbian girl is shown to be attracted to a male. shown to not have any problem with a penis. even if rue was straight it would be disturbing and inappropriate. stop trying to force your dicks into everything. shock people into submission. fucking freaks

jk rowling will not stop and no amount of this dishonesty and bandwagoning will make her. i honestly don’t know if people will feel shame for doing this to her, i have my doubts seeing how things have gone. but this is wrong over right that’s happening right now, and everyone too stupid and cowardly to realize it or say something is complicit. congrats! you’re a woman hating, woman fearing witch hunter

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charlottecbordeaux · 6 months

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The fic I commend for my b-day came and I’m SCREAMING

Like literally now I have a new headcanon that Macchiato calls Cappu “Cap’n” and OH GOD IM GIGGLING SO DAMN LOUD NOW

I kinda want to share this to EVERYONE here so first!

ALL CREDITS GO TO SHELBY/MORGAN AT TWITTER (@shelbswastaken )

Definitely will commission them again once they’re free and once I doodle a scene out of this ehhehehehhehejeheheej-

Cappuccino let out a heavy sigh as he dropped his briefcase and slumped into his chair. The satisfaction of winning the case had washed over him like a heavy wave, and now he had wiped out. He was so unfathomably tired that it was hard to quantify; and yet, some part of him was working double time keeping him awake. He wasn't sure if it was the 5 black coffees keeping him up, or the worry that he’d wind up passing out on his assistant again. He was more than willing to admit it: Caramel Macchiato was a far more respectable and competent assistant than he really deserved. She was a charming, quick-witted and organised woman who could talk a sheep out of its wool; he was a man who chronically teetered on the edge of burnout and practically had caffeine for jam.

“How’re you holding up, Cap’n?” Caramel Macchiato called out to him. All Cappuccino could muster in response was a groggy “Don’t call me Cap’n.” as his eyes grew heavy and his head started to lull forward. At least he'd be falling asleep at his desk this time - last time this had happened, poor Macchiato had to jostle him awake lest the pair miss their stop on the bus back from the courthouse. Eventually, he laid down his pen and rested his head on his desk, welcoming a fresh dreamscape with open arms…A fresh, inviting world he could enjoy with the cool breeze and the girl of his dreams.

Caramel Macchiato looked over at her boss, his head nestled in his arms with a blissful look on his face. For how little he slept, he sure looked cute when he did it. And she honestly did think he deserved it, after all that work he did building up their latest case. She didn't mind babying him every now and again, even if it was mostly to see the flustered look on his face whenever she pointed it out - after all, Cappuccino had a heart of gold, even if it was constantly covered in a veritable desert of exhaustion and coffee grounds. Unfortunately, coddling was not an option right now: He had told her on the way back that there was something important he wished to ask, and she wanted to hear it. A small part of her was hoping it was that, or maybe even that - some sort of verification that the feelings she held inside were mutual. Even putting that out of the way, she knew that a few of Cappuccino's peers would be over soon to congratulate him, and while she imagined that them walking in on such an esteemed prosecutor drooling onto his desk was not a surprising sight, she had no doubt that it would be an unwelcome one.

And, since it had been a while since she’d seen his face go red, she decided to go for a different approach.

Cappuccino relaxed on the beach with his lover, his soulmate, the woman he was certain he would spend the rest of his life with. She hadn't yet revealed her face to him, but a part of him just knew, without a doubt, that she was the one. Nothing else mattered right now except him and her. And he could do anything, so long as she was by his side. And as she leaned into him for a kiss, his heart began to flutter and he felt as if he might float away…

Except…something was amiss. Why did she look so much like-

Cappuccino awoke with a loud gasp and almost fell out of his chair, only barely managing to catch himself on the corner of his desk. And standing in front of him, with a mischievous look on her face, was none other than his assistant. He felt something slightly sticky on his forehead, so he hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe it off.

It was lip gloss. Specifically, the soft gold, plumping lip gloss commonly used by a certain Caramel Macchiato.

In record time, the prosecutor’s face went as red as a fire poker, and he began to stammer like a broken DVD. “I- my- uh- excuse me- WHAT?!” His assistant, as expected, let out a soft chuckle. “Had a feeling that'd work. So, how was your nap~?” Cappuccino quickly scrambled to his feet and tried to put himself together, though he was obviously still a mess. “D-don’t tease me, Macchiato!”, he said, trying and failing to suppress his steaming face, “I-it was fine. Completely and utterly fine. Nothing to look into, at all.” Macchiato looked at him incredulously. “Oh, really? I overheard you giggling in your sleep! And besides, didn't you say you had something…important you wanted to ask me~?” Cappuccino immediately steamed up again. Why did he have to put his foot in his mouth like that? He’d only given her ammunition! “Could it be that you were dreaming about, say…your lovely assistant~?”

There was no other choice. He’d have to drop the bombshell. It was the only way for him to possibly walk out of here with his last shred of dignity intact. “...Yes. I…I was dreaming about you, Caramel Macchiato. We were on a beach, drinking your favourite drink, and I woke up as we were kissing. It was…really nice.” The room went silent, save for the soft rocking of the ceiling fan. Had he made a mistake? Cappuccino wasn't sure. Macchiato walked up, took him into a hug…and let out a hearty laugh, tears welling in her eyes.

“You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say something like that, Cap’n! I had a feeling you loved me back~!”

Loved me back. The words echoed in his mind as he reciprocated the embrace. All this time, while he was wringing his hands over whether or not to tell her how he felt…she was doing the same? A warm feeling of validation filled his chest. In that moment, he didn't even care that she had called him Cap’n. All he knew, in his heart of hearts, was that he made the right call. As they broke out of the hug, he noticed that his warm blush had transferred to her face as well. “I’m…sorry for holding it in for this long. I was worried you’d brush me off.” With a warmness in her tone he hasn't heard before, Caramel Macchiato responded with “I was worried about that too.”

“So…about what you wanted to ask me…”

“Oh, that! Well…uh, I was wondering if you'd want to go get breakfast together sometime. There's this café I get my beans from that I think you'd really like!”

“Is this a work breakfast, or a…you know…a date breakfast?”

“A date breakfast.”

“Well, there's no way I could say no to that~! Now then, let's get you all fixed up. It's time to celebrate another case closed!”

#STILL SCREAMING #CARAMELCAPPU FIC MAKING ME SCREAM #They’re my fav otp now along side with AlmondMari #please check the author #THEYRE SO GOOD #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run kingdom #cookie run oc #cappucino cookie #cappuccino cookie #caramel macchiato cookie #fic com #fic

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kirbys-pop-culture-junk · 1 year

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Japanese copy of Danganronpa for the PSP that I bought on the SomethingAwful forums back in like 2013 or so.

I feel like a lot of people my age went through a 4chan phase of their life as almost a rite of passage where they spent at the least a little bit of time on the site, especially in the late 2000s/early 2010s era. As someone who has always been a bit of an old soul, for some reason for me I had a SomethingAwful phase.

I had always been a fan of the weird stuff on the site, especially Photoshop Phriday, the kinds of stuff that a 13/14 year old in 2003/04 probably should not have been looking at. But the forums themselves were always paywalled and something that I never really had much of an interest in going to anyway. All of my forums were retro video game and wrestling message boards and I didn’t feel the need to branch out that badly. It wasn’t until I got a bit older and hit that specific weirdo cynic phase of my life when I was like 18 when boards like SomethingAwful appealed to me.

I became a longtime lurker of the place, including a fan of Retsupurae, the YouTube SA-based series that is now a relic of early YouTube history, before finally purchasing an account, as well as Archives access (for an extra fee you were able to access the entire forum archive, which for a person like me who loves history it meant I could access stuff like posts that got weirdos like TotalBiscuit banned on the site) and started to post, mostly in the Let’s Play, Games, and Food boards. I’m sure you’ve heard about the drama associated with SA and I can safely tell you that yes, even the board that just talked about food and cooking had drama with members and it was honestly always absurdly hilarious. As an internet-lonely early 20s doofus, it was a place to make friends. The last community I was involved with (Detective Conan) had things end on extremely sour notes with some friends while other friends kinda just drifted away, which meant that a lot of the time that I spent online, I was extremely lonely. Using SomethingAwful around the same time that I started heavily using Tumblr meant that I got to see both sides of the infamous Danganronpa Let’s Play Paywall situation. I’m not gonna lie, all the posts getting upset that Lowtax would put the LP Paywall back up whenever a new chapter of the Let’s Play for the game came out used to crack me up, as did seeing all the ways people would circumvent it by even posting god damned screenshots of posts in the thread. I was even there for when slowbeef infamously banned someone for using the phrase “intriguingly moe” to describe a character and let’s be real here, slowbeef was completely in the right.

Being like 23 and having what I thought was disposable income, as a gag I figured I’d buy a copy of the game from the SA Mart from a fellow goon for like $15. It was the only time I ever used the SA Mart to buy anything. I didn’t even have a way to play it, I just thought it was a funny gag as someone who liked the series and characters while also seeing the fandom in the early days of Tumblr Fandoms being a thing go bananas for everything possible about it. I hung out on SA until about early 2015, when a lot of us realized that after having corners of the site that were a dedicated safe haven for people like us, it was getting overtaken by garbage again, so most all of us abandoned ship for the hangout future of Twitch streams, Skype group chats, and of course, Twitter.

When Lowtax committed suicide a few years back, there were a lot of people making self-reflective posts about their own lives on SomethingAwful, and I completely understood why, and even had my own little taken aback moment over being reminded of that period of me life. Lowtax was a genuinely reprehensible human being and even when I was an active user of SA a lot of the forum regulars were well past tired of him and his antics. But people used the site and turned it into something that I don’t think Lowtax had ever wanted it to be. For a large chunk of people now-a-days Online, especially leftist/progressives in their late 20s to mid-to-late 30s, that was where a lot of friends were made. I made some of my longest lasting internet friends on that site, including people that I talk to to this day. I learned *a lot* from the people I met on there, including people who helped me gain new perspectives on things in life. Before becoming a SA Goon, back when I was a lonely post-college dropout living in an entirely new town away from home and away from all my friends I grew up with, I was almost a reclusive outcast, a college liberal dirtbag leftist who watched Bill Maher. People on SA that I met got me to knock all that obnoxious shit off and I don’t even think they realized it.

Even though SomethingAwful was only a footnote of a few years or so of my life, it was definitely one of the biggest moments of my internet life, and maybe one of the times where I went through the most changes as a human being. As a website, it was an awful, awful place full of stupidity (never forget the guy who peed “LET’S PLAY” into the snow) but I can’t ignore the fact that I also made some friends with some very cool people who helped mold me into the person that I am today. And as a shoutout to those people, much love to FutureFriend, TheJayofSpade, DeviousVacuum (you’ll always be DVac to me), Danzel Glovington (maybe the first friend I made on SA. Haven’t spoken to you in years but hope all is well), DazzlynReed (an absolute sweetheart), Metroixer, FreezingInferno, Captain_Duck (one of the first people to give me a chance by having me guest on streams), Color Printer, and ChorpSaway.

Also a funny thing about SomethingAwful is how many new people I meet that as it turns out were on the site at the same time as me despite our paths never crossing. One of my best friends and someone very important to me now is something who was hilariously on the cusp of interacting with me on SA for years and years due to the both of us sharing a lot of the same friends, before we finally began talking barely a few years ago. I constantly kick myself over how I could’ve known her even almost a decade ago and it just never happened!!

This was a lot more than I had anticipated writing and I don’t think I properly conveyed all my thoughts about this period of my life the way I wanted to but I think you will at the least get the gist of it.

#danganronpa #psp #sony psp #somethingawful #something awful

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sweetswesf · 1 year

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Catch Up

Hey, Y’all. It’s been a minute. I’ve been operating on burn out. Been going. And not necessarily getting a lot done. I’m finally losing weight and seeing definition. I’ve been consistent with my workouts and although I haven’t worked a real schedule as if I was working again, I have managed to do at least SOMETHING everyday. There were days in the past where I would get absolutely nothing done. But even if it’s an hour or two, I make sure to do SOMETHING towards interview prep everyday.

I’m a little embarrassed that I am not further along. I don’t consume YouTube as much these days and I just blocked The Shade Room and other Twitter pages I consume heavily. I eat okay. My dad called last week and told me my little brother now wants to code. He suggested to my brother to reach out to me. Many emotions came up. Mostly anger, so I had to cut the convo short. I was angry my father hopped back into communication as if he didn’t hurt me. I was angry he suggested to my brother to reach out to me when my brother has had me blocked and blamed me for why he wasn’t getting opportunities when I set up his LinkedIn page and said I was trying to push him into doing something he didn’t want to do when I suggested he pursue coding.

My family ostracized me, called me all kind of bad names, took his side, told me to help when they saw I was right, never apologized for any of the things they said, and now wants me to help.

As a Christian, I must welcome him with open arms and not hold all that against him. I prayed to be a better person. God is giving me that opportunity. Forgive so that I may be forgiven.

It has got me down, but I need to remember not to get weary in well doing, and that well doing in continuing through the pain and not taking my anger or revenge out.

I had to cut improv guy OFF. Block him. He invited himself to church with me. Trying to give him another “chance”, he targeted my religion and something so sacred to me. I accepted. Then, a whole week later, he says, “Where’s the address? My friend may want to join.”

This triggered me because a lot of my “friends” invite me places or I invite them, and then they bring their partner along either without telling me or they tell me right before when it’s too late or awkward for me to back out. Just tell me you want to bring them. If you NEED them there, then are we really friends? I have trust issues. I have been betrayed so many times and I don’t feel like I give this same energy out to people.

So when this guy did it. I told him I wasn’t cool with it and why I wasn’t. I didn’t trust him and don’t know his friend at all. Didn’t tell me about the friend. This is the first time I’m meeting them in person. If you wanted to go with your friend, just go with them. Do they have an interest in meeting me? Or am I going to be the third wheel you all ignore and use me to show you around?

A lot of people have been playing with my time and emotions. One other dude I got let go with who has been awkwardly trying to hang out but never sets a sure date to meet and then apologizes and promises to meet as if this is something I want when this was what HE wanted and I’m just being nice, had the nerve to say he was lonely and now knows what it feels like to be a “minority” despite being Indian. I immediately called him out on it. He got way too comfortable. I’m so tired of people.

Also, my therapist been getting REAL lazy. She’s postponing our meeting, one meeting she had hella people in the background, another meeting she was at a cafe and had to change to her phone before her laptop died. I mean…

I just keep hearing my grandmother’s words: “You are so sensitive!” And maybe I am, dog! I keep encouraging myself to stay on it though, because there’s always going to be something to piss me off.

My other “friend” who I told y’all I was afraid to call a friend, showed me why I should tread lightly again. I had doubts about her from jump, but she’s been so nice. But when people show you who they are BELIEVE THEM! I had planned to surprise her and take her somewhere and told her to just save the date, but after she read an invitation to something else I sent her but never responded to it, despite us talking many times after that, I just canceled her surprise. I felt bad because I can’t get my money back, but I’m kinda jaded from being nice to people even after they’ve done me wrong. I’m spent.

I even told my pastor friend about the misogynoir, especially with all these Black men who get killed and their old tweets hating black women get exposed. She acknowledged it, but not quite in the way I had hoped. I regretted opening up to her.

Not everyone is going to treat me how I want to be treated or respond in the way I hope they would. I get that. I just would appreciate more validation and security in my relationships.

I just joined a community group of some of the members in my white ass church, and, upon meeting some of the women, they gave me the same look of fear a lot of white people have when you enter their space. I felt SOOOO welcomed. 🙄🙄🙄. Life as a Black woman can be hard. I so bad want to get my life together…but to go where? I miss New York like CRAZY, but there is racism and stupid exclusivity there as well.

I met up with a girl I met through a mutual acquaintance. She locked arms with me on NYE and walked and chatted with me for BLOCKS in the cold! I thought we were vibing. We exchanged numbers. She put the wrong number in my phone. It was off a number. I thought it was possibly a mistake. I went through 2 people to get her number. I finally got it. I hit her up to schedule something. She seemed ready, but had no suggestions on what we should do. I figured it would go bad at that point. And sure enough. Not only was she late but it was almost as if she was extremely shy. Like girl, you were all up under my arm all night. And no, she wasn’t intoxicated that first night (I don’t think). We eventually talked a bit more fluidly and she even mentioned sharing food “the next time”. So, idk, but it definitely left me feeling like a lot of people don’t deserve my time and generosity and that I should stop inviting people and only take invites right now.

I thought I’d volunteer weekly, but life been lifing. I met a woman last time and she was excited to exchange numbers and hold each other accountable. She’s from Brooklyn, so she’s been following up better. She gets it. She was just hella weirdly bossy volunteering and physically moved me to the point where I thought I would have to say something or get physical back. And I keep letting this stuff happen. Turning the other cheek because I am trying to give people grace and also control my temper better. I really be wanting to let people have it, but I know God is going to reward my patience. I read a scripture recently: only say good and helpful things. I’m trying.

Through all of this, you CANNOT say I don’t “put myself out there” or TRY! I be trying! It’s something about here dude…idk…

I also have been craving romantic intimacy with a man, but a lot of men, especially the ones I seem to attract, are EMBAARRRRRAASSSINNGGG!!! Every dream recently has been about me being intimiate with some dude from my past. I met a dude on Hinge last week. He was not gorgeous, just okay. He were quested to FT. First red flag. Just take me out. Don’t do none of this weird BS. Take the EXPECTED risk that comes with dating someone online, especially since YOU swiped right on me. Then his first date invitation was ice cream at night. Pardon my French, but I AINT NO ICE CREAM BITCH! Take me out to dinner! I entertained the FT and the invitation, but knew I was lowering my standards HEAVILY! So something in my mind said “SABOTAGE IT!” And I did. I asked him why ice cream and not dinner. He gave some stupid response that all seemed to revolve around what HE wanted. If you can’t afford dinner, or you’re tired of it not going beyond dinner, maybe you don’t need to date. You can pick a cheap spot. You think imma walk around in the cold at night on our first date because you “think it lends to better conversation”? If you struggle with coming up topics at the dinner table, improve your conversation skills, go out with someone you’re interested in getting to know, or put your ego aside and recognize that not every moment needs to be filled with a word! I need to get intimiate with these damn computer science concepts…

My neighbor in the apartment below me said my music was too loud. I felt embarrassed and attacked. Solange’s line about not even being able to be yourself in your home resonates with me heavy. I try harder to be quieter, but I don’t even be loud for that long. Just feels like them being anal and wanting to control something they don’t have control over and feeling like they can do it because I’m Black.

So, tomorrow, I’m going to see a comedian. He interviewed me a while back. I hit up his colleague who helped organize the interview, asking if I could meet him at the show. Haven’t heard back from her yet. In addition to meeting him, I’m hoping to make a huge romantic or career connection with someone the comedian knows. I know my potential is to be with and around powerful people who enjoy my company as much as or more than I enjoy theirs.

I would have loved to show my “friend” this, but I didn’t trust her and if she really betrays me, I don’t want to regret showing her that experience. Maybe that’s petty of me, but I have to protect my heart…it’s been getting beat up and I haven’t been saying anything…

I ate out today and felt so guilt about it. I kept thinking about the money, time, and calories I was wasting. It was good, but I couldn’t allow myself to enjoy it fully. I want to be a good steward of the gifts God gives me and I felt like I was indulging a bit and ignoring priorities.

I’m hoping a REAL break will allow me to reset and refocus. I don’t want to eat out. I don’t meet fake friends or people who are not interested in getting to know me too. I canceled a lot of plans and am opting to do things solo. I can’t wait for a true social group, a close partner bond, a community and city I truly enjoy, and a job I want to work hard for. I’m working at it. Praying for it. Praying that I’m doing and wanting the right things.

All that I want is coming for me. I have to focus on the positives: I’m trying things out, people are swiping right on me, I have my health, I’m looking better, I can still afford to hang out and take people out and do things for them, I don’t have to go home to people that make me sad, angry, or say mean things to me, I can study, I am learning, I am teaching myself, I have Wifi and electricity and water to wash my ass, I do have a lot of people that care for me. I live alone. I can get up and do these things myself. I am just really tired and the road ahead seems long, but I have to believe in me, work hard, face my fears, trust in God, and only fear Him. I pray for forgiveness if I am not representing him well. I should have joy.

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destinyc1020 · 1 year

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I’m hoping that the strike is resolved fairly and everyone gets what their due, but I mostly hope that somehow the writers get back to work with more creativity, because the writing in Hollywood has really been horrible the past few years. It’s like there’s no creativity left in the industry with the exception of a few shows. They honestly can’t keep shoving bad content down our throats and expect us to like it. And I know that my take is unpopular especially for this and the Twitter crowd and I might be called names because God forbid you have an actual opinion that’s not part of the echo chamber, but I’m honestly tired of the virtue signaling and the pandering with no purpose.

I agree with what you're saying Anon with regards to writing and creativity.

For me, I don't mind the content so much as I just wish that in addition to what we have, Hollywood would get back to the era of taking RISKS. Now days I feel like films are only made of they are going to be making money.

Or, maybe it's that people in general have become really boring in their taste, and won't go see a film (especially if a movie costs $13+ a ticket 🙄) unless it's an obvious hit or blockbuster. 👀

Don't get me wrong, I loooove blockbusters and box office hits, but it would also be nice to see smaller films get some shine as well.

What is your idea of "bad writing" and what is your idea of "good writing"? Feel free to list some films as examples, because I'm always curious to know what some people mean by this. 🤔 It seems you had some films or shows in mind when you were talking about "horrible writing" in Hollywood lol 😆

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hithren · 2 years

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Been a little while I feel eh?

Mostly rambling and where I feel mentally under the cut to save y’all. But long story short, I’ve been feeling really disconnected recently, from both tumblr, art, and FFXIV in general. I want to get out of this headspace, but not sure how just yet.

I’m finding it increasingly harder to focus on tumblr anymore. The changes to the site that make it look like ass, aside, I just… feel like it’s so empty these days? Or maybe I’m just outside of too many circles now.

The XIV RP community feels different now, or again, maybe it’s me. I’m too old, I guess. I haven’t really RP’d in ages I feel, save for some stuff with close friends in Discord, not even in game. I can’t find a FC. It’s either I feel I don’t fit personally, or my characters don’t. I’m beginning to think it’s impossible to find what I’m looking for/need out of a RP group. Even RP aside, I find myself more often than not logging in and doing stuff alone, which triggers several days of me not even desiring to log in at all.

But… I don’t really have another game I feel I want to play either. And it’s certainly not that I want to give up on XIV, but I’m beginning to feel the same feeling I did in the final days of my RP ‘career’ on Aion (god that was so long ago). Has the XIV sphere really changed that much? I feel so lost.

I’m beginning to feel like I won’t find what I’m looking for unless I run the FC myself. But that’s such a huge undertaking and at the same time I feel I don’t have much to offer anyway. I’m just… craving the type of RP that focuses on character growth and story. A small group of like-minded people who consistently grow together, whether through big plot or just… repeated interaction, I dunno.

I did dig up my old twitter, finally putting it to use. When I stopped focusing on tumblr, I tried my hand at doing art for another fandom. Part of the reason I haven’t really advertised it here is, well, I assumed everyone who followed me here would really only be interested in XIV content. But I’ll be honest and say… I’m kinda tired of only doing art for one fandom, one game, whatever. I admittedly don’t really know much about twitter, nor how to balance creating interest in my art if it’s not singularly focused but. I’d like to try.

I really do need to do commissions. I’m still not in the greatest living situation and that money kept me afloat and kept my family off my back. I even made a new commission site and everything. I taught myself how to make Vtuber models recently, trying to tap into that market. But I’ve been gun-shy in advertising. Because I have… no real followers over on twitter and again, I feel that anyone left over here followed me for a specific type of content.

I just feel so disconnected lately, with everything. Watching streamers play co-op games with their friends, etc. I’m like, shit, I want to do that. Man maybe I’m just lonely, imagine that.

Ah well. If you read all this rambling and are curious, you can go peek at my twitter. I warn you, there’s not much there, and the stuff that is has no relation to XIV at all. Though I have considered reposting some of my old art over there. If you want to take a peek at my new commission site, it is also linked over there, though again, I haven’t begun to advertise. So I guess I consider myself… semi-open for them? A secret? Kinda?

#ooc #Im alive #in all ways except mentally

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faela404 · 1 year

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☆ The Library ☆

kazuha x gn! reader

prompt: - you and kazuha attend the same university, him being a english lit major and you being a person in stem😎 your paths never crossed until that day in the library…

*this is an smau so please do expect a lot of twitter posts and messages to read, there will be proper writing too but, it will mostly be that!!*

warning! light angst? y/n being too oblivious to realise their feelings🙄

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☆ winter is coming ☆

12:34am

as always we sat comfortably together in the far corner of the library. it’s so quiet in here but the quiet is very much welcomed.

kazuha was silently reading through the final page of his essay, he looked so peaceful like this. his posture was relaxed as his eyes moved back and forth across the words on his screen. from this angle i could see every small little detail of his face- from his light freckles, to the small furrow in his brows as he read. my god this man is gorgeous.

we had decided to clean the last section of the library first as we figured it would tire us out a bit, we were completely right. i’m knackered right now, and i could tell kazuha is too.

“i think it’s done” he muttered as he turned towards me with a gentle smile, he always looked so lovely when such a small curve graced his face.

“that perfect! that means we’re completely done here then!” i exclaimed with a smile of my own finding peace on my own face

i begin to help kazuha pack up his own things as we head towards the large doors of the library

good i’m so happy i wont have to walk through these stupid doors every night

“i’ll hand this is in tomorrow morning, i really can’t thank you enough for your help y/n” carefully he reached out for me, pulling me gently into his embrace

my head found solace on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around my waist with such caution, almost as if he was afraid he’d hurt me

“i should be the one thanking you, i never would’ve finished without your help kazuha” we slowly pulled away from eachother as he began walking me back to my dorms

this had become some sort of routine, we’d finish up and he’d walk me back. however, he’d never hugged me before, it was new but definitely not unwelcome

this routine was about to be over forever

it all hit me like a ton of bricks

i’d said it as a joke before but it’s so likely we’d never see each other again. i mean sure we have each other’s numbers but i doubt we’d text much, we don’t have a reason too anymore

i didn’t want this to be over

but what could i do? we’d already said goodbye

he’s leaving

i just have to accept this.

a/n omg💀 im so sorry for the long ass break, i had a hell of a lot of exams this january, but thankfully i have a week off next week (and then more exams😀🔫)

i hope you enjoyed this part and i can assure you that the next 2 will be out v soon after these😉

also lets just all ignore that i forgot to change the times on the group chat texts-

take care of yourselves <33

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