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mt-oe · 4 months ago

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Hey girl I’m not sure if you’re taking requests or not but I’m feeling a lil toxic so I’d like to request something in which the reader was stuck in a situationship with Mizu but ended it, much to Mizu’s (toxic ass) surprise but maybe Mizu does miss her and reach out and tells her she wants to give a relationship a chance? Can be nsfw if you’re comfortable with that. Should you accept this request thank you and yay 🩷 and if not then that’s okay and I hope you have an amazing day 🫶

𝐈𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬—modern mizu

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Hey dear!

Thank you so much for requesting this! I love this idea so much, so much so that I truly hope I actually cooked.

Hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa :*

warning/s: not proofread, smut (mdni!), sub mizu, masturbation, oral, angst, she/her for mizu, implied afab reader

note/s: I'm not trying to antagonize the characters, by the way except for mikio fuck that bitch

"‘𝐻𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑎’ 𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 ‘𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑠: 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑦: 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑠’. ��𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠."

Life was many things. It could be the sudden burst of energy you got after a single cup of coffee, the feeling of being approached by the stray cat you've always tried to pet, and maybe even the feeling of finally getting yourself a sweet little treat. It could be the feeling of finding something you actually like after feeling empty, numb, and directionless for most of your life, or maybe even the feeling finally resting from being useful for most of your life.

However, it isn't always the wonderful feeling of fulfillment. Sometimes, you spiral down into a empty void filled, desperately trying to claw yourself out. It gnaws at you, devours your hopelessness and spits you into the cruel world.

One moment, you can't feel your face. Another moment, god, you can't fucking feel your face.

Life was a coin.

A head and a tail.

An unturned card.

A switch.

But to you, like the hopeless fool you are, it was the woman standing inside the gymnasium, laughing at whatever her—err...senior? Was this dude even a student? Whatever the fuck he was—was saying. You knew the look she was giving him, eyelashes fluttering and the small smile she gave when she was giving her full attention. Your life was interested in him. She was interested in him.

Fuck.

"It's fine. She's probably just having a friendly conversation," you muttered quietly to yourself, a desperate prayer to try and calm yourself down. She hasn't said anything yet anyway. Who were you to be jealous?

Sure, you kissed a few times, with and without tongue, but that didn't mean anything yet, right?

Okaaaaay. Maybe you went further than kissing, like y'know, holding hands and shit like that.

Speaking of her hands, you fucking love her hands.

How rough and calloused it was, how long it was. Every time she touched you, fluttering was an understatement to what the butterflies in your stomach were doing. You love her hands so much, you memorized every callous, every scar, every mole. The rough feel already engraved in your body's memory. How it felt in your hand, on your shoulder, on your cheeks, on your hips, in your pussy. You memorized it down to its length.

But that didn't mean anything, right?

Gathering the courage, you slowly approached her. Each step felt heavier than the last, the echo of your heartbeat ringing in your ears every time your feet made contact with the floor. The lump forming in your throat wouldn't go away no matter how many times you swallowed. Your mind was spinning, like the world was shrinking and it was just you...her and whoever the fuck this man was.

It wasn't like he was that great, right? I mean, come on, he looks old enough to be your dad or uncle or something. Surely, Mizu wouldn't like someone so geriatric-looking, right? And that look of interest she's giving, it's probably just because she doesn't want to seem uninterested. They're probably just having a friendly conversation about sword practice...right?

You weren't crazy. There was no way you were. Not over someone who wasn't yours. It wasn't your fault your heart skipped a beat when she was around. No, you weren't crazy.

You lost count of the amount of prayers you recited in your mind, praying to every deity for this to be some sort of sick joke.

'Please...'

Time slowed down as her hands made its way to the man's cheek. Her eyes were warm and loving, contrasting her cool blue irises. Contrasting the cold stare she gave when she looked at you.

'...whoever is out there..'

Her eyes making contact with yours for a brief moment, the cold stare returning before melting as her focus flickered back to his. Mizu tilted her head slightly, leaning closer to the man, lips slightly parted. Disgust ran through your throat, piling up like bile wanting to shoot up your esophagus, as he wrapped his arms around her. Fuck get away from her please. I beg you..

'...please.'

The moment their lips made contact, you stopped walking. Your world stopped spinning for a moment. An indescribable feeling of emptiness clawed its way inside you, settling there like a black hole. You just stood there, watching them as they pulled each other closer, hands on each other. The hands you love so much on someone else.

Was this still a friendly conversation?

"𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠٫ 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡٫ 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠٫ 𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡٫ 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡. 𝐼𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑦٫ 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑜٫ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑝𝑎𝑛-𝑝𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑٫ 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠. 𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒٫ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑠’-𝑤𝑎𝑥 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒٫ 𝑎𝑛𝑑٫ 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚٫ 𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑒٫ 𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑’𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠."

Mikio.

Not long after, you found out that the man's name was Mikio. He was Mizu's senior, held back a year after getting in trouble with the department head. They both met thanks to her mother but coincidentally had been members of the same team.

She didn't like him at first. However, as days passed by, he slowly grew on her. Her heart started warming up to him, beating for him.

While yours was beating for her.

Everyday.

While you were still talking, kissing, fucking, they had been sharing affectionate glances at each other, genuine affection like ones you always wished for. They were probably acting all lovey-dovey while you remained there...hoping and oblivious. A gullible stupid piece of shit.

Did she feel the same butterflies as you did when he walked in the same room as her? Did she memorize his hands the same way you memorized hers? Could she read his expressions the same way you read her one-hundred-and-one glares?

The same one she was giving you right now.

You stood frozen in your spot, hand gripping your phone, her 'it wasn't that serious' message flashed on the screen. What the hell were you thinking? Coming here to confront her and all that. What did you think was going to happen? That she'll magically lose interest in him?

No, that wasn't going to happen.

Not when she was so head over heels for him.

Your eyes stared as the person of your affection stood at the other end of the hall. God she was still so beautiful—tall, well-built, and so fucking pretty. Even when her sharp eyes were glaring at you, she was still the prettiest person on this earth.

Her new lover couldn't even amount to how majestic she looked, and yet, he somehow beat you to her heart.

Resignation weighed down on you like the ten ton truck, running you over, going 120 miles per hour. Your throat tightened up as tears threatened to form at the corner of your eyes. The courage you had built up, thinking you would be able to at least talk to her, was now burned down.

Before she could even turn to face you, your feet were already carrying you down the hall. A coward, that's what you are. You could barely even face her, what made you think you could do this?

'Fuck. That was so embarrassing,' your bitter thoughts told you, hot tears dripping down from your eyes. You continued down the hall, looking for the emptiest comfort room available to sob like a pathetic fucking loser. A part of you still refused to believe that all of this was true, but another part of you could feel itself dying. The least you could do for yourself is to save face and move on.

Fuck. That was so embarrassing.

"𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛٫ 𝐼𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑢𝑠٫ 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑖𝑚٫ 𝑎𝑛𝑑٫ 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑖𝑚٫ 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑤 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒٫ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑠’-𝑤𝑎𝑥 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑢𝑚𝑏٫ 𝑎𝑛𝑑٫ 𝑖𝑛 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦٫ 𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘."

It had already been a few months since you've stopped talking with Mizu. Time had already passed and the intense longing for her soon dissipated into a dull ache residing in the corners of your heart. You were okay for the most part, except for the fantasies of you and her together coming back when you saw shades of blue resembling her eyes.

Though honestly, that happened a bit too often to let you forget about her.

The 'what if's in your mind had stopped running its course. Even your imagination had stopped visualizing you and her together. It was as if she was just a little side quest, the bizarre news you said you'd never forget but you never remembered enough of anyway, a fond memory if fond memories had teeth and could tear your insides out. A silly little laugh you'd tell whoever loved you enough in the future to stay with you, if anyone loved you long enough to stay with you.

Life was no longer the woman standing in front your door with her eyebrows knitted together, eyes narrowed at you, and lips parted slightly as warm puffs of air came out in a soft pant. You no longer cared for the way her clothes and hair clung to her, how she was soaked to the bone with water still dripping onto your cute little welcome mat, how her jaw tensed up from the cold. No. You were over her, you said to yourself.

...

"Can I come in?"

"Sure. Come on in."

Are you sure you were over her?

The ticking noises made by the clock was muffled slightly by the sound of the pouring rain outside your window. Rain drops pitter-pattered on the roof loudly, mimicking the pounding of your heart. There you laid on the sofa, eyes glued to the ceiling as the woman of your dreams laid on your chest, arms wrapped around you tightly as if she loved you.

Her beautiful blue eyes were closed shut as she savored the warmth of your body against hers, seemingly loving the way you wrapped your arms around her as if she was a porcelain doll, careful yet warm. Her ear pressed against the left side of your chest, listening to your heartbeat like a lullaby exclusively for her.

You don't really understand how it happened. The universe just really had some odd and cruel ways of giving you heaven. Such as seeing Mizu soaked to the bone in front of your doorsteps, giving you a heart too weak to send her off, compassion too big to leave her shivering in her wet clothes, and a love too great to move on.

After taking a warm shower and changing her clothes, she remained silent, expression solemn as she ordered you to lay on the sofa which brings you to your current situation.

"Care to explain now?" you said, voice dripping with concern despite how nonchalant you tried to sound. A grunt reverberated from her throat before she shifted on her spot. Sighing, you wrapped your arms around her tighter, hand moving to the back of her head to stroke her damp hair.

A long moment of silence later, she finally spoke, heaviness unmatched. "They sabotaged my match." Your arms tightened their hold on her in surprise, blood running cold.

You knew how important her tournaments were for her. Sword fighting was Mizu's life, something that made her feel alive. It meant more than anyone or anything in this world to her. She spent years upon years training endlessly. Anyone who would get in the way was asking for hell. "Sabotage? Who in their right mind—?"

"Who else?" she answered, voice heavy and snapping with hatred. Thoughts raced through your mind, listing down every possible suspect, from her known enemies to her friends, thinking of who could have been so cruel to her. A name popped in your mind, but..it couldn't be? Right?

You bit the inside of your cheek, giving the soft flesh a slight nibble before stating your guess. "Was it...Mikio?" you asked hesitantly.

Your guess was confirmed to be true upon feeling her body tense up at the mention of the man's name. Rage seething out from her system, so thick you could almost physically feel it. "What? But he loves y—"

"—That's what I thought too," she cut you off, hand moving to grip the side of your shirt. Her heart beating so loudly in her chest it was practically pounding. "That...that bastard bribed the judges," she muttered through gritted teeth. "Him and my own mother."

The little demon in your conscience was hollering, shouting that she totally deserved it for ditching you after stealing your heart. A part of you wanted to rub salt against her wounds, make her feel the heartbreak you felt. However, the small crack in her voice had somehow pierced its way in and made your heartache. The genuine pain coating it haunted you. It made you want to rip your heart out and offer it to her, tell her to use it to mend the rips in hers.

"That's...I'm so sorry," you sighed out, hand moving to her cheek, stroking it like she was the most fragile thing on the planet. Only the sound of her breathing could be heard before the sound of her ragged sniffling hit your ears. Warm tears soaked through your shirt as she cried silently, hiding her face on your chest. Each sniffle weighing your heart down. It tore you apart to see her like this.

Minutes felt like hours, each tic of the clock in tempo with the gradually increasing heaviness you felt in your chest. After what felt like forever, her sniffles died down to slow and deep breaths before she finally looked up at you and spoke, "You won't...go anywhere, right?"

You could only smile at the question and nod, hand on her head pausing their movements. Her blue orbs stared at you, blinking slowly as she took your answer in. "You're really stupid, you know that?" she breathed out, closing her eyes. "Are you sure you won't go anywhere?" her voice could be heard, doubt making your heart ache.

"As sure as your heartbeat on top of mine." Don't doubt my love for you.

"𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙٫ 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ‘𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢٫ 𝐼𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑢𝑠٫ 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦٫ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠٫ 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑤٫ 𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩٫ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚. 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠."

For a moment in your life, you thought everything was going well. She was finally spending time with you again. Though it could be your imagination, her actions seemed more affectionate than usual. The way she squeezed your hand a tad tighter, her eyes lingered on you when she smiled, and her 'goodnight's and 'have you eaten's felt a lot more caring.

It finally felt like you had a chance now.

During her club activities, she had met a few more friends. You were relieved for her, happy that she wouldn't be lonely and that she'd have people to spend time with. Sometimes, you'd even join them when they ate or watched them when they trained.

Along with you was a girl named Akemi, who would sit and watch them as well. If pretty was a person, she'd look just like her. Akemi grew up in a rich and well off family. She was polite, graceful, well-spoken, and intelligent. A dream girl.

And you weren't the only person who noticed it too. As time passed by, you watched as Mizu was once again swept off her feet away from you. She was captivated beyond imagination.

At first, you were fine with it. What wasn't there to love about Akemi? Even you couldn't help but enjoy her company. What seemed like platonic hangouts and accidental glances during training were the moments the woman you love was falling in love with someone else, all happening in front of you.

You felt so stupid not realizing it earlier. The way she went to her instead of you after training, staying late after lectures just to hangout with her, and the enchantment in her eyes when she looked her way.

It was only when she admitted it to you, on a sunny day in a small quiet cafe did you finally understand. "I like her," she told you in a soft voice, filled with happiness and affection, squeezing your heart in a way that you couldn't even describe. Her eyes, usually so cold and emotionless, were shining with every thought of her. "She's...so beautiful. I can't help it."

Fuck. That shit hurted.

The once healed stitches in your heart tore open once again, bleeding out at her words. You wished you could rip it out of your chest and step on it as she stepped on yours. Weight settled in your lungs, throat tightening, and head dizzying.

How much more of this did you have to endure?

"Hey..." Your hand reached out, wanting to hold hers before hesitating and placing it on her shoulder instead. The lump in your throat becoming more and more difficult to swallow with every second that passed by.

You wanted to scream at her, to tell her that you were here first, to tell her that you loved her more than she could ever like anyone else, to ask her why couldn't she just fall in love with you instead after all the times you shared together.

But you couldn't. She was so happy.

If Mizu was water, Akemi was the moon. Even if you were the sun, burning brightly to see yourself in her, she'd reach and crash tirelessly just to reach her moon.

Her heart was big, you knew it. Her heart would fall in love again, but it fell in love with everyone. Everyone except you.

You exhaled softly, steadying your breath before smiling warmly at her. "I'm glad you're choosing someone attractive this time," you joked at her, laughing at how she narrowed her eyes and rolled at you. The slight smile on her face tearing at you. "Oh shut up," she groaned, laughing a bit with you.

"But I'm really happy for you this time," you whispered, finger curling around the handle of your mug, lifting it to take a nice long sip. The circumference of the mug hiding your face from her as you lifted it a bit higher, keeping it between your lips for a moment, pausing the sips just to breathe a bit and keep yourself together.

"Tell me if you need help" you told her reassuringly once you had placed the mug down on the coaster once again. "I'll always be here for you, okay?" Collecting dust and waiting for you.

"𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑥 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑥 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑: 𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠٫ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑎𝑟-𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠٫ 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟." -𝙾𝚟𝚒𝚍 𝙱𝚔 𝚅𝙸𝙸𝙸:𝟷𝟾𝟹-𝟸𝟹𝟻

With the number of times you've seen her adoring stares and the amount of aches you endured, time finally passed. Your heart was separate from the world, and in here, the seasons have passed and flowers have bloomed and wilted several times. The music finally stopped. Your soul has collected dust. The immense pain finally turned into a dull ache—a numb sensation.

Time really did heal all wounds, but maybe this was all the healing you could do. Indifference to the love she gave her.

What seemed like another ring of hell to others was the quiet calm you always wished to feel. The serenity of not wanting to rip your own throat out whenever you saw them together. The ability to dissociate from your person when her name came out of Akemi's mouth. The apathy to allow you to be happy.

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

You could finally live without her as your life. The gears in your heart finally stopped.

Now all you saw in her was a friend. Even as she stood in front of you, forlorn smile on her face. Love finally turned to loved. Like a broken television, only static could be heard in your once restless mind.

"Can I come in?" she asked, lifting a plastic bag she held in her hands. A hand on your hip, you looked at her, skeptical of what was inside. She opened the plastic to show you the content, beer and a bottle of gin. "Why do you come to me whenever you have problems?" you sighed at her, opening the door further anyways.

She chuckled and walked in, removing her shoes. "I couldn't think of anyone else," she answered, bitter smile on her face. With a small huff, you took the plastic bag from her and readied the alcohol on the coffee table. "Fine, I'll order some chicken."

"Thanks."

...

A couple of drinks turned into a whole mess. At first you thought she was just here to unwind, eat chicken paired with some beer, and tell you her problems. However, as the cans piled up and the shots lost their taste, you soon found Mizu kneeling in front of you, cheeks flushed as she pressed her lips along the softness of your legs. Her eyes desperate, burning with affection for you. The same affection that you had yearned for, now meaningless to you.

"Fuck...I need you," she whispered, voice low and heavy as her kisses traveled up your leg, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands placed themselves at the back of her head, fingers entangling themselves within the locks of her hair. "Mizu," you breathed out, head leaning against the cushions. "What about Akemi?"

Her movement paused for a moment, eyes turning into a slight glare before she grunted and placed her lips back on your skin. "She has a boyfriend now," she muttered against your skin, teeth nipping at it lightly. "Some rich man her father arranged her marriage with."

The rough hands you used to hold with much endearment pushed against your thighs, lifting herself up and leaning closer. "Besides, I realized something..." The sofa squeaked under both your weights as she continued to lean closer. Blue hypnotizing you as your eyes met. Her pupils dilated, looking up at you in an almost pleasing manner. With the gin working its magic, she lost most control over her inhibitions, and in a breath said...

"I love you."

Your eyes, despite the wooziness from the alcohol, widened at her whispered confession. Throat shutting close, making it difficult for you to breath. All you could manage was to narrow your eyes at her and stare.

You couldn't believe it. It felt like some weird illusion to you. It was like none of this was real. The words you've dreamt of hearing were now directed towards you, finally towards you and yet, it felt like a sick joke.

At your silence, she leaned closer until your foreheads were touching. Her gaze soft, affectionate, and pleading. Slowly, her warm lips captured yours in a hungry and passionate kiss. Her hands cupping your cheeks tenderly, pulling you closer.

You used to imagine yourself in this situation, thoughts drifting to dreamland in the middle of the day, hopelessly praying for it to come true. Your thoughts would run wild like a lovestruck teenager, heart going a thousand miles per hour. But now that you were living what you once dreamed of, all you felt was numb.

Fuck the universe, you thought, putting a hand on her nape to pull her in as you kissed back with mirrored passion. Lips parting slightly to let your tongues dance together in a heated match. Small groans and ragged breaths echoing through the walls of your apartment as your tongues caressed each other's languidly.

One hand traveled under your shirt, touch roaming the warmth and expanse of your skin, savoring how soft you felt. Each finger pressing softly, feeling each rib until her rough palm landed on your breast. She smiles ever so slightly as you moan into the kiss, returning it with a groan of her own upon squeezing and feeling how soft the mound of flesh was in her hand.

Her other hand hurriedly undid the knot on the drawstring of your shorts, pulling the clothing down your thighs, leaving you in your t-shirt and panties. You could feel her gliding her hand across your thighs, giving it a little squeeze, heat further rushing through her system at how soft you felt. Traveling up, her hand reached the thin fabric of your underwear, feeling how wet you were becoming.

A thin line of saliva connected your lips together as both of you pulled away, the burning feeling from the lack of oxygen frustratingly getting in the way. Mizu panted audibly, her cheeks to the tip of her ears flushed from the alcohol running in her blood and the amount of desire she had for you.

You watched as she readjusted her position, moving until she was face-to-face with your clothed sex. "I...I love you," she repeated, still panting. Suddenly, she pressed her nose against your panties, causing both of you to groan softly, her senses going overdrive at the feel and smell of sex. "Fuck. I can feel you throbbing."

Her own hands hurriedly unbuttoning her pants, pulling it down while she pressed her nose against your panties, rubbing against your clit. Your soft mewls sounded so cute to her. You were an angel. You always have been to her. Wanting to hear more, she pressed her lips against the damp spot on your underwear, feeling how slippery it was underneath. The smell becoming more intense and addicting like a drug meant for her.

Unable to resist, she kicked her pants off, one hand traveling to her own panties. But before she could even press a finger against the wetness seeping through her underwear, the soft plush of your thighs squeezed each side of her face, trapping her head between them. Your foot nudged her hand away, depriving her of the chance to pleasure herself, causing her to look up.

"Who said you could touch yourself?" you asked her, looking down at her with a dark stare. She narrowed her drunken eyes at you in confusion and disbelief. Stubbornly, she tried to touch herself again, only for your foot to nudge her hand away even harsher. The loss of control dawned on her, sending shivers down her spine. "Touching yourself when you haven't even pleased me. I thought you love me?"

Mizu opened her mouth to answer back, but the overwhelming need to please you swept the words from her mouth. Swallowing thickly, hands once again moving to your underwear. Opening your legs slightly, you allowed her to pull the flimsy piece of fabric down, exposing yourself to her. It wasn't the first time she's seen your cunt, but this time it felt different.

Different to her at least.

She looked up at you only to be met with your impatient stare, making her shrink in her place. Maybe it was just her, but this time you felt...cold. An inexplainable shake choking her throat, hoping that it was only the alcohol; but undeniably and embarrassingly, it was turning her on. Slowly, she spread your folds with the index finger and thumb of her left hand, tongue darting out to give you a slow lick.

"That's it..." you moaned at her, spreading one thigh outward to give her better access. A groan left her lips as your fingers entangled themselves within her locks. You moved your foot, running it across her panties, eliciting a whimper from her lips. With the small reward, Mizu began eagerly moving her tongue across your folds. Her own moans matching yours as you moved your foot in rhythm with her tongue.

Just as she was about to move up to your clit, you stopped her again, hand pulling on her hair. "Show me," you breathed out, panting softly. Mizu looked confused until she felt your foot tug on the elastic of her underwear. Obediently, she pulled her own panties down and slowly started touching herself, moaning loudly as she encircled her clit with her fingers.

It was embarrassing, beyond embarrassing, to be in such a lewd and vulnerable position. But god, she was so wet.

You pushed her head close to your pussy, her tongue immediately darting out and licked at your clit, one hand spreading your folds while the other pleased herself. Your moans mixed together like a chorus of pleasure. Her fingers slowly pushed themselves into the warmth of her cunt, causing her moans to grow louder.

More and more, the world around her started getting hazy as she got drunk from the taste of your pussy. The intensity of her desire making her mind swirl and her heart swell. She looked up, admiring your appearance, eyes half-lidded and glossed over, cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen.

It could be the alcohol, but were you always this pretty when she ate you out?

"I...I..love you," she moaned out, movements growing more desperate and erratic as she moved her fingers faster. Mizu could feel her own climax coming close, her breath growing more ragged with every thrust. "...need you so fucking bad.."

Her tongue moving hungrily, wanting to taste you more, as if you were the best thing she's ever had. Like a starved sinner, you were the touch of cold water on the tip of her tongue.

You could feel your orgasm drawing closer, waves of pleasure causing the coil of your climax to tighten. "A-ah..Mizu...'m gonna fucking cum," you moaned, fingers tightening their grip around her hair. Her tongue picked up its pace, desperately wanting to drive you to the edge. There was no helping herself. She was too drunk on you.

With a bitten back moan, orgasm washed over you, body twitching, pussy throbbing against her tongue. The wet appendage made its way inside your entrance, thrusting itself in and out, letting you ride down the euphoria of your orgasm on her. Her own orgasm taking over her, making her moan loudly against your cunt. Wet squelching sounds could be heard as she continued to fuck herself on her fingers, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from her high.

Pulling her tongue and finger out, she collapsed against your thigh exhaustedly, the leftover drunkenness from the gin and beer still making her woozy. She wrapped her arms around your hips as your body relaxed as well, snuggling against you subtly.

"I love you. I was a fool not realizing it before," she mumbled against your skin, the sound of genuine guilt and affection mixing into her regularly gruff voice. "Please. Just...give me a chance," her voice croaked out. The few octaves raised would have tugged at your heartstrings before, but genuinely, you felt nothing now.

Your hands gently combed through her hair, looking at her with what she could only hope to be affection, before sighing. A smile tugged up your lips, making her breath hitch. Slowly and with fond gentleness, your hands traced the features of her face, moving to run your thumb across her bottom lip.

"I love you too," you said affectionately, words lacking meaning.

The lie brought a smile to her face, her still-wet hand holding on to yours. Hope and love running through her oblivious self.

There was no more Mikio, Akemi, or whoever else had captured her heart. Only you.

They were the moon, the object of the sea's affection. You longed so long to be like them.

But you were the sun

and Mizu was just Icarus.

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modelbus · 11 months ago

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HII!! I REALLY LIKE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!! I just read your wilbur soot fic "Radar Detector" and I really LOVED it. I was hoping you could do another wilbur soot songfic cause theyre so good😭 (preferably lover by taylor swift or just any taylor swift song that you'd like.

THATS ALL!! MWA I LOVE UR WRITING!!🫶

I'm so excited to do another song fic you have no idea. Also, a confession: I'm a closet Swiftie...

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Lover

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules

The tree in the living room was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes. In your tiredness, all the colorful lights were out of focus and created a mesh of blob colors. It was pretty, in the way that abstract art flows together.

"We really should take that down." Wilbur says from behind you, and you realize that the general warmth around you is him. The arm over your waist, holding you to him and the couch? Him.

"We can leave it up." You answer, yawning. "I like it."

"It's not Christmastime anymore, love." He smiles into your shoulder, making you smile too.

Something about him generates happiness. In your hazy vision, spotted with colorful christmas lights, you can't imagine anything better.

"So? This is our flat."

He laughs. "Point taken."

We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call.

"You're fine, right?" You ask Tommy, giving him a pointed look.

For once in his life, the boy knows how to be subtle and nods. "Yeah, yeah, I'm great."

"We have more blankets if you want them!" Wilbur announces, strolling in with his arms full of blankets. He dumps them all on top of Tommy, eyebrows creased with worry. "You sure you don't mind staying on the couch?"

He nods, rolling his eyes. "I used to sleep on your floor, Wil."

"That was different! And I gave you an air mattress that time!"

"Which is practically the floor. I'm a big man, I can take the fucking couch."

Wilbur turns to you, as if you'll take his side. You may be dating him, but that doesn't mean you're agreeing with him.

"He'll be fine, Wilbur." You assure him.

Tommy was only staying for the night, anyway. One of his vlogs ran late, leaving him here way after dark. And Wilbur wouldn't stand for letting him head home at this time of night. Honestly, you found their brother thing endearing. And it made Wilbur happy, which made you happy.

Besides, Tommy was a good kid. A nightmare at times, but good in heart. Mostly.

Wilbur gives a regretful look at your couch (which is actually pretty nice) before sighing. "Fine, fine. We'll be just down the hall if something happens, so just... wake us. Yeah?"

"Wilbur!" Tommy groans. "Fuck off! I can sleep on your couch!"

"I know! I'm just making sure!"

"Go fucking cuddle or something." Tommy huffs, settling under all the blankets and turning his back to Wilbur.

You laugh softly, flicking off the lights. "C'mon love. Good night, Tommy."

"Night." Wilbur echoes your words, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you so you don't run into a wall on your way to the bedroom. "He'll be fine, right?"

"Of course he will." You say, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. "Now it's our turn to get some rest. Go do your night routine, or whatever."

"Will do." Wilbur agrees, quietly heading off toward the bathroom.

With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.

You ran your thumb over the inside of his palm, prompting Wilbur to squeeze your fingers in return. The callouses on his fingers are rough against your skin, but you don't mind. They're testaments to his love for music, to his commitment to it.

You love them simply because they're a part of him.

"I promised to teach you guitar one day." Wilbur reminds you, voice soft.

"And I still want to learn." You assure him, a smile gracing your face. "Maybe one day I'll get callouses like yours." You add in as a tease.

"No guitar string scars though." He raises your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your fingertips. It makes you laugh. "I'll teach you how to play guitar safely."

"What, and you don't play safely?"

He nudges you, because you know the answer to that. You've seen too many broken picks and snapped guitar strings. There's a faint scar on his palm where a snapped string cut him, even.

"You'll be so bad at guitar." Wilbur says with a grin. "I can't wait to love you for it."

"Hey!"

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover.

"I'm dying." Wilbur announces, draping himself over the back of your chair dramatically. "I've been shot. I'm dying."

You can't help but roll your eyes, laughing. "Wil, it was a Nerf dart."

"Tell my friends and family I love them." He wails, squeezing onto your hand. "I'll miss you."

"You aren't dying."

"Oh goodbye world! I yearn to feel the sun upon my face, but alas, I die in the cold night!"

"Oh Wilbur!" Tommy crows, darting around a corner with a raised Nerf gun.

Wilbur shouts, hands going for his own Nerf gun, finding nothing. In response, Tommy's smile widens into something evil as he holds up a second Nerf gun.

"Who's the bitch boy?" He asks, eyes wide with delight.

You burst into loud laughter as Wilbur runs from the room, sliding on the wooden floors in his socks.

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover.

Hand on the back of the chair, Wilbur pulls it away from the cloth-covered table for you. You can’t help your grateful smile, sinking into it without a second thought. The wedding you two were at was busy, and you had been on your feet for literal hours. He was a godsend at this moment, and judging by his grin he knew it.

“Water?” You ask, holding up a bottle of water for him. You had originally left his side to grab some, knowing he was thirsty but wouldn’t ask for a water.

“Thank you.” Wilbur says, taking it from you. He presses a kiss to your head before pushing in your chair and sitting down at the one next to you, which has his suit jacket thrown over the back. “Almost payment enough for saving your chair?”

“Almost?” The laugh you let out isn’t dignified in the slightest, but his eyes sparkle like it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

“I had to fight a guy off with my fists to keep it.”

“Bullshit.”

“You’ll never know if it is or isn’t.” He teases, taking a sip of the water. “But I deserve better payment.”

With a roll of your eyes, you lean forward to give him a quick peck on the lips. He cups your cheek, catching your face before you can pull away, just to prolong the kiss for a moment more before he lets go.

“Happy?” You ask, raising your eyebrows.

“The happiest.”

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #wilbur imagine #wilbur #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot imagine

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the-s1lly-corner · 11 months ago

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I'M SORRY I KNOW I SHOULD'VE LIKE PUT THIS IN THE SAME REQUEST BUT AFTER I READ YOUR TIMXDECEASED!READER I GOT AN IDEA..

BUT IDK HOW THIS WORKS LIKE WHAT IF SHE GOT REVIVED OR SMTH (OR LIKE IDK SHE DIDN'T EXACTLY D*E JUST WENT MISSING OR SOMETHING BUT GOT DECLARED DEAD?)

AND BTW

I love the way you write and thank you thank you so much for Doug my request:3

Remember to rest and stay hydrated mwa I love you!!<333

-🙀 anon

Tim x reader who went missing but returns!

UEUEUEUEUE thank you!! i was so nervous that the post was going to be kind EUGH!! since im rusty with MH and my brains foggy on the lore + still experimenting with how i write the og/mh versions of tim !! admin grew up with creepypasta first marble hornets later (though its been a blast getting into mh!! yahoo!!) that said i hope you enjoy this as well!! previous post/post in question!

just like a lightning bolt i was struck with the image of tim and reader hugging, studio ghibli style. you know. like getting INTO it

though.... would it be in character? in not sure, actually..! because on one hand i can see him being happy to see you still kicking, after being supposedly "dead" for lord k nows how long, but i can also see him cautious... like are you a threat? are you going to pull some stuff? i think it depends on how far into the whole mess of MH that this would take place in

thinks

god know because you know how in the other post i mentioned that he would make a little memorial... thing for you. like its just a space somewhere with your picture and some stuff you like/had. thats going to be fun to explain to you. probably takes it down when youre confirmed to still be alive

do not tease him about it. i do think that would actually cause some issues. like i thought about this as a joke but can you imagine how messed up that would be, to try to joke with him about that?

therapy. you guys both go to therapy. i mean he needed it even before you showed back up, but i doubt you just suddenly coming home is going to erase all the grieving he went through

"youre just as beautiful as the day i lost you"/ref or however the quote goes

oooooooouuuugh imagine its been so long and you guys have the rekindle your relationship if you guys want to make things work

i dont know, the admin just enjoys tropes like that. same energy as the "we knew each other in a past life and have once again found our way to each other" but in a different font... kinda...

if this is post-MH you guys both grieve together over all that was lost/who had died, as well as generally trying to recover

i do think that after the initial shock he would ask a few questions... though im not actually sure if he would interrogate you... i can see both, actually. on one hand he wants to know exactly what happened to you and where youve been, but on the other hand hes just so exhausted that he doesnt think he can handle the truth for the foreseeable future

baby steps, you know

#marble hornets tim #marble hornets tim x reader #marble hornets tim x you #tim wright x you #tim sutton x reader #mh x reader #mh tim x reader #mh tim x you #tim wright x reader #tim sutton x you

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fatuismooches · 11 months ago

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SMOOOOOCHESSSSS!!!! AHHHH IM KISSING YOUR CHEEKS MY DOVE I AM SCREAMING!!!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

PART 3 TO THE DOTTORE FIC WAS ABSOLUTELY LOVELY AND YOU RELEASED IT SO FAST I WASNT EXPECTING IT SO SOON!!! gosh the pacing of it was so well, and I absolutely adore how you write fragile!reader and Zandik. AND THE NUDITY SCENEEEE!! >w< it was so so soft I absolutely adored it words cannot describe how much I was smiling during it. AND THE LITTLE ZANDY SNEAK WITH HIM BEING ALLOWED TO SEE ALL THE PREPERATIONS COLUMBINA IS DOING FOR FRAGILE!READER AND THEIR OUTFIT <33 AHHHHH!!!! Also the book scene as well 😭 SOB!! poor reader getting exposed out of nowhere because Zandik was “curious”… AND THE WEDDING SMOOCHES OH MY GOSH!!! I wasn’t expecting to read them getting married in this fic but im overjoyed to see you write it!!! their ceremony being private and the clumsy dancing after they’ve been officially married made me giggle and kick my feet in the air!!! honestly the marriage reminded me of an old ask I sent MONTHS ago!! fragile!reader and dottore having a private ceremony and how Dottore would most likely keep his ring in his box, but fragile!reader enjoys wearing it everyday as it’s a sign that Zandik truly does love them for who they are, and they’re bonded for eternity. :((( I would absolutely LOVE to see what type of rings you had in mind for them and what kind of suit you portrayed Zandik wearing!! I love these two so much that im honestly scared for the fourth and final part. :( my heart is not ready for angst…I loved all the hurt and comfort in this fic it’s literally my favorite thing!! and to say I will reread this AT LEAST 5 times, (just like I have with the first and second part) is an understatement. I always appreciate seeing you also mention me in your notes it’s so cute mwa mwa!! <33 make sure to rest sweetheart alright? currently dying because of midterms but I know part 3 will get me through it. AND BEFORE I EVEN FORGET THE MENTION OF BATHING TOGETHER ADJNDJAIJSJDK!!!! still one of my favorite ideas EVER im so happy to see it being dropped for a second in the fic it made me blush <33

But I truly hope you have an absolutely wonderful day and week and happy December cutie!!! Christmas will be here soon and I honestly can’t wait to bake. always imagining m fragile!reader because of my condition >_< im very delusional for him I think of him every second, minute, hour, day, every week!!! not a day goes by where I don’t think of him AT LEAST ONCE! but ANYWAYS!!! I give you loads and loads of cuddles and chu chus <33 I love you so much I just wanna hug you so tightly and swell up your cheeks because of how many chus I gave you!!

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ౨ৎ

AHHHHH 🎐 ANON IM SCREAMING TOO!!! YOU'RE TOO NICE!! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!! please, my weekend literally consisted of two things, writing that fic, and finishing a project for college, i kept alternating between the two 😭 I WAS JUST SO EXCITED I HAD TO! AND OF COURSE!! Bb Zandy gets all the privileges (he gets the last cookie in the jar too, much to the other clones' dismay) 😌

AND YEAHHH the book idea just came to me one day. i just thought it'd be not only cute but funny, since i also love thinking about the playful banter you two have 🥺 HEHE I'M GLAD YOU LIKED THE WEDDING SCENE TOO!! I JUST HAD TO WRITE IT SINCE I FEEL IT NEEDS TO BE INCLUDED IN THEIR LIVES!! and yeah i was thinking about your asks too, because i like to go back and reread the asks on your tag 😭💗 Dottore keeps his ring in his box so when he's stressed he can just pop it open and admire it, thinking about you if you're not around, and put it away again now that he's had some time to slack off thinking about you. You though? Oh boy everyone has every detail of your ring memorized by how much you've gushed about it (poor random Fatui agents)

AND I'm not gonna lie i didn't really picture the rings or outfits inside my head. 😭 but i did look up some rings rn to see if i could find anything that's cute!! (i think. I'm not very good at fashion/aesthetics and this stuff 😭) but i think these first three for reader are pretty!! i feel like they're pretty elegant but not too much at the same time! Dottore's as i said would be much simpler, i can't find a good picture but i feel like the last one would be similar, thin with fewer jewels though. But ngl, i always love this interpretation of the ring Dottore would give you!! It's so pretty and to think he'd make the ring yourself is so!! AND I WOULD GIVE YOU OUTFITS BUT IM SORRY IM SO BAD AT THEM. Honestly though. I'd probably imagine him in like, the classic black and white suit. Maybe with some pieces of blue here and there. There's a fanart i'd show you too but the comments are EXTREMELY down bad so yeah,,

🎐 ANON DON'T WORRY 😭 THERE WILL BE ANGST BUT HOPEFULLY THE FIFTH PART WILL MAKE IT BETTER!! AND OMG OVER 5 TIMES??? I'M HONOREDDD 🥰🥰🥰💗💗💗 MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO OKAY?? i know midterms are the worse but you got this!! And omg have fun baking!! I wish i could taste your sweets, they must be delicious!! AND I LOVE YOU MORE!! mwah mwah!!

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #thank u 🎐 anon for this super sweet message. i can get through finals with a happy heart now 🥺#BUT IM SORRY IF THE RINGS R BAD OR IF U WOULDNT WEAR THEM... i really tried here JUST IMAGINE WHAT U LIKE!!#AND YES BATHING W HIM... soft !!! so soft!! the domesticity !!#funny thing is my mom is a good cook. baking on the other hand... LMFAO i've had to deal with hard burnt cookies or whatever in the past 😭

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hdowlpost · 11 months ago

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OWL GIFTS for @harryandhislittledragon

(I'm Stuck) 'Cause Your Love Has Tamed the Devil Out of Me Summary: Harry just wanted a bottle of Pixie-B -Gon, but him and Draco get trapped in the closet when Draco confronts him with the latest Famous-Harry-Potter rumour about Harry and a certain Slytherin professor. Word Count: 2,976 Rating: M Contains: mild hurt/comfort, smut, handjobs, Implied/referenced sex Notes: I immediately got a scene of Draco confronting Harry in a closet and had to write them getting trapped in there, because ya know, banter and unresolved sexual tension. Enjoy the shenanigans! Thank you so much to my Beta for their help and insight, and the mods for their endless patience. Title from "I'm Stuck," by Noah Cyrus.

Love to be Sought Summary: It never stops to amaze Harry how different life ends up becoming. Word Count: 2,843 words Rating: General Audiences Contains: Hogwarts, Hogwarts Professors Draco and Harry, Oblivious!Harry Notes: hi! this is one of my first drarry fics i'm posting online! this is also my first participation with a fandom fest! i was a little late in sending this hsdfbhsdf so sorry to the mods and thank you for the extension. i hope you enjoyed it! thank you for reading hehe, mwa. make sure to eat, drink and rest!!

We Get By With a Little Help From Amortentia Summary: Draco is a part time Professor and Healer at Hogwarts. Harry is a DADA Professor teaching a very different version of the course, that lends itself to working with other disciplines. They have been great friends ever since they went back to Hogwarts for year 8, and everyone has been wondering when they would stop pining and start dating. Well one day Harry goes to Draco for some healing...and some Amortentia is brewing in Draco's classroom. And as they say, the rest is history. Word Count: 4,609 Rating: Explicit Contains: Hogwarts Professors, Blow jobs, Getting Together, EWE Notes: Shout out to my awesome beta!! I really hope you enjoy your gift! I had a lot of fun planning this and writing it!

#harryandhislittledragon #drarry #harry x draco #hdowlpost2023

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chiyoso · 1 year ago

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hira hira hira !!! hello !!! i wanted to greet once again a happy birthday (if it's still september first) and i hope you had fun when you were outside! i hope you spent your day happily and filled with gifts and love by the people who adore you <3

*rubs hands and clears throat* i now shall state my purpose of being back here again. please be warned about my idea, i think it's kind of triggering

i just wanna see a brainrot of mine be known by other people, and by that i mean [name] being pathetically in love with scaramouche that she lets herself be trampled over, be ridiculed, be the second choice, be out casted, be hated, be used as a mere plaything, be willingly manipulated, be the one always taking the blame until they just break down in tears, wondering what they did wrong that scaramouche wouldn't even look their way (inspired by what i feel what the song is about — i know you by faye webster)

yes, hira, i am perfectly fine, no need to worry about me :3 yes, hira, i don't mind with this mail not being posted !!! and yes, hira, i won't mind that you'll delete this if this made you uncomfy !! i hope you have a nice day, and always stay safe and happy !!!! mwa :3

JIJI — lovely, what a warm welcome (i just got home a few mins ago)

honestly, you've come to the right place, i love reading and writing dark content — and it may be hard to believe, but the things you mentioned in your idea? my little 15-17 years old self experienced it, not to mentio- i'll give you a small little rant about my ex in the past, perhaps to give you ideas in the process as well! (and yes, you can absolutely discuss things like this with me, i told you lovely, i'm absolutely open minded with anything and i tend to have a level headed/calm and open response, even with a taboo subject) without further ado

TW: HEAVY TOPICS, LONG READ, HIRAETH'S RELATIONSHIP LORE UNDER CUT

here, my naive 15 year old idled about in life with suicidal and depressed tendencies. dull, overworked and exhausted, in result of having to perform in plenty of stages that involved my skills as a musician. don't get me wrong, performing itself was great, taking the center stage with my other young performers, receiving gifts after — all was good in that aspect. but the negative began to seed, based off my desires to love or be enticed with the ideas of love, being cared for, being cherished. a busy life became dull, and the bullying i received from my classmates, teachers standing by — my world had dulled, causing me to drop out ultimately. i wanted to be cared for, a voice kept repeating inside my head. familial love in my eyes heavily differed to the love i craved subconsciously.

unfortunately for me, i was too observant, too keen, too aware. aware of my negative surroundings, growing negativity, my growing desire for love, but the world had continued to fail me continuously at the time, until i had enough, until i grew exhausted to the point where i wanted to — well, dying isnt really the best word, but i just wanted to live another life, i wanted to rest, i wanted to sleep endlessly.

and then.

three days. three days before i took action to cease my life, a game piqued my interest (knights chronicle) i was honestly in total auto mode, decisions weren't 100%, you could say i was mindlessly making decisions, my subconscious protecting me in its own way by distracting me with this "game" i impulsively downloaded.

skipping, i met him.

my ex. i had a persona on of course, to hide my abyss. i was a flirt, i was confident, i was who i write today on my fictions. this sudden persona? i have analyzed myself back then, and i've come to a conclusion that it was a persona manifested by desperation, absolute desperation to — yup, that's right, my rooted, inner desires, to love.

oh, i endeared ppl in that public chat — but i dont genuinely know what the fuck compelled me to my ex, but it was a force even i was unaware of why i felt a pull towards him, i still cant answer that myself. i flirted nonstop towards him specifically, relentless i was, desperate i was, but then it happened, i jokingly plugged in my instagram handle in chat — but he, he fucking remembered it, MESSAGED me, causing to stir hidden, brewing emotions, unaware that this simple, yet impactful act, would be my demise until feb-march of 2023.

oh it was lovely at first, i fell "in love" immediately. (nnh im cringing) and i let him know it, but it was one sided at first. i was heartstruck, lovestruck — no, lovesick. and this feeling dissipated any intention of suiciding. he was my savior, he was a savior in my eyes. shit, i was hopelessly... hopeless. shunning my family out, everyone, even my friends, fuck, and it was still one sided after a few months of friendship with him.

but since he voiced out ever so clearly, that he wasn't ready yet

my feelings wavered of course, and this carnal desire to be loved was immense, so, naturally, the husk of me sought out other attention, and i met someone online (imvu), he was sweet, a connection established, things were good — or... so i thought as i was blocked the next day. i was so desperate, so fucking naive and desperate that i went through his friends list and messaged a random friend. oh i was hopeless, so damn hopeless. but the guy unblocked me momentarily, i sought out closure, he reassured, and then just when i thought things were good again, he blocked me, once more. and our last messages together were "goodnight" to each other.

but this encounter with him?

i voiced this whole thing to my ex, and

at that day, at the same time, he confessed his feelings.

quite the coincidence, is it not?

so in my desperate state of self, i grew to love him as intensely, more than before. and things were good, at least for a few months.

relationships, of course, we had to show our "comfortable sides" eventually, no? and that we did. we were... different, too different, the opposite, fuck i cannot- i do not know where to begin. views, political views, the world, our interests, all was different, he was more difficult than i thought, more different, opening a world of new negativity within me, but guess what, i was still hopelessly and naively in love.

later.

all would come crashing down, one topic led to another, then another, until it became an argument, and he would later reveal that he merely saw this relationship — as a companionship. a companionship. not even a relationship. oh! oh! he stated that he viewed me as a puppy, a dog, and he was a master, CARING for the dog. a "conpanionship." by the way, in later, much later events, we would have multiple arguments about me expressing about the past, and if i bring this shit up, he would go

"not again, grace. i thought we were already done with the past, the past is done and i've already apologized"

"not again..."

"can you.... not bring the word (companionship) up? it traumatizes me grace..."

something along those lines. anyhow.

oh, ill indulge you, the moment he tried to leave me the first time — i begged, begged endlessly, crying, choking sobs, worrying my family. he stayed... because... i don't know? did he want us to work? did he pity me? did he love me? did he- yeah i dont know and ive long forgotten.

much, much later, we would have the worse arguments ever, until the rainbows, the sunshines and the good times were buried with our impactful arguments. i will admit, if we werent arguing, all was... fine. not dull. fine.

but shit, our arguments, i would be like this;

H: "PLEASE please... please... please don't leave me, dont leave me dont leave me dont leave me... please... i just- i just need reassurance... reassurance, its all i need, please...."

two ways, he complies because i need to fucking guide him since he cant come up or initiate his own, or he fucking goes away and gets burnt out and needs to leave the "argument"

i was BEGGING for the bare minimum. just- just if you've seen nat's recent scaramouche fic, our relationship was like that, but much more heavier, much more... i dont know.

RIGHT. AND WHEN I HAD ENOUGH AND WANTED TO LEAVE, HE WOULD FUCKING FOLD. HE WOULD THREATEN TO KILL HIMSELF. ?????????¿???2?!2?2!?21!1?

we broke up many times, and got back together many times. it was a cycle, a cycle of hell that i endured for 5 years. not to mention, HE was the one who brought up not having feelinge for him anymore, HE was the one who said he will change, he will end this cycle.

(i also could send ss in your asks if you wish, i dont really mind)

"grace, you're a hypocrite for wanting revenge!"

"this is so toxic..." (him referring to my expressing and begging for the bare minimum)

"please dont tell me im doing the bare minimum" - him, again

i believe im being biased, but nothing can quell the hidden hatred and anger i've developed from being with him lmao

oh when i initiated the breakup talk (again) this year, he beat me first to it, to utter the words. and you wanna know what he said blatantly?

"yeah i... im just scared of it coming from you"

BEAT ME TO IT BECAUSE HE FEARS THE REALITY OF ME FINALLY BEING DONE

and yes, i do not deny the hardwork, the good times, but it is all buried underneath the fucking trauma he induced lmao, the shitty arguments, the emotional trauma, he was so emotionally unintelligent.

and guess. fucking. what.

he started to do the shit ive begged for AFTER i was finally done with him, which was just a few months ago of our officially, official breakup. playing valorant after expressing not wanting to play it, calling it a trash game, playing genshin now but before he found it so utterly boring, and SO FUCKING ON.

ahem. this is just 12% of the contents in my relationship previously, im just shortcutting things because this reply is getting longer than i thought...

genuinely sorry for the vent lore 😭 but i hope this experience of mine helps you in your writing and especially dolly 🫶

#💌 mailed to hiraeth #💌|·❍✧⃝·° H's recipient: ciarchivez

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tecchous-thicc-buttocks · 1 year ago

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what do you like doing in your free time?

why is your name clenched buttocks (I wanna know the reason, pls its so funny lol)

what are things you're good at? (own it babe) (and i don't mean 'babe' in a weird way - just gotta clear that lol)

do you have a best friend?

do you write OG stories and/or fanfics?

one thing you hate about yourself

one thing you love about yourself

do you want a pet? if so, what pet and why

(pls at this rate, its sounding like an interview, so sorry 😂 i'm just...i have a lot of time in my hands and i decided to do this for no particular reason)

fave type of music?

what made you like bsd? and did you always like it? (cause for me, i didnt like it too much at first but it grew on me the second time around)

have you read the bsd light novels and what's your fave light novel if yes?

any pet peeves?

what's your 'ideal' partner (do you have a type like Kunikida or are you fine with anything as long as you're having fun)

Would you rather be single and rich or taken and with a normal salary?

are you happy with where you work/study?

what's your dream career?

what's the app you use the most?

would you rather draw or write?

*** (P.S just pick the ones you want to answer) **

i think im going to look like a weirdo asking so much questions but whatever. at least we dont know each other HAHA i hope you have a good day. <3 and also i love your analyses. just keep posting what you like. i find some of your posts funny lol

good day.

(# you asked and i delivered) (# just me looking for an excuse to use this line) (# cause you said you wanted more questions in your other post TT) (# also ik this isn't a real tag but i wanna be ✨creative) (# fan behavior? idk anymore lmao) okay bye mwa <3

KHJDKJKSAJDGKJSFKG I LOVE THIS I LOVE YOU I WILL BEGIN ANSWERING NOW

i have no free time. I either overwork myself or sleep. however, assuming that i've got a sliver of time to do something, I swap from one obsession to the next <3 rn it's going for insanely long bike rides and turn down every road I feel like until I'm lost,, and going to the gym like an absolute maniac bc i want my arms to be the size of a regular adult's legs

my username is what i desire in life. it is was I strive to be worthy of. it is beauty and life itself, it is the culmination of the universe's most wonderous accomplishments all squished into two raging enormous, gargantuan muscular earth shattering sea trembling ass cheeks 😩😩 (BUT in all seriousness I chose this bc I felt like having tecchousthiccthighs wasn't quite as pleasant??? eheheh buttocks is a funny word)

MY TALENT IS SAYING ANYTHING THAT CROSSES MY MIND TO STRANGERS i've been on this spree lately where I just straight up call anyone pretty when I run into them and HOLY MOLY PPL ARE SO CUTE ABT IT this is your sign to compliment someone today ✨✨ but nah baby i'm good at everything it's a curse ngl (U CAN CALL ME WTV HUN IT'S OK KJKDJFKJS UR SO ADORABLE WHAT)

no best friend bc i can't do commitment and bully friends that get too close to me 😍😍 BUT i'm gonna tag @bellyjellyfish for being my one and only and somehow not hating me thru my unironic "uwu" phase <33

I wrote a 700 page story when I was 12 and it remains unfinished bc I kept rambling and there was no plot 🕴️I love writing but abandon a whole lot of works bc I dream up the rest of the plot and go "oh well why write it now i've been there done that" I DO WRITE FANFICS 👁️👁️ I have a wp account where i wrote a bunch of awful stories and it still stands to this day! (no i will not disclose it don't even try me grr)

I hate how sexy I am 😭😭😭😩😩😩🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

I love how sexy I am 😳😳😳😳🥶🥶🥶🥶😜😜😜😜

I WANT A TARANTULA I WANT A TARANTULA I WAS A CHILEAN RED KNEE TARANTULA AND I WANT ONE SO BADLY OMFG I've always liked spiders but the ppl I live with would absolutely kick me out if I got one??? once i live on my own i'm def buying two cages so that whenever I have guests, I just put out the empty cage, hide the real one, and be like "oh no what happened to billy my tarantula, he escaped again :(" just to wreak havoc

(HAHA NO IT'S OK I USUALLY DO THIS TO OTHER PPL SO I APPRECIATE U SM LOL SLIDE INTO MY DMS BBG)

fav type of music is classical bc i'm edgy and not like other girls 🤩🤩🤩 something about la campanella just hit so hard when I was like 10 that I have taken it and ran, but I do listen to rnb a lot, never in just one language tho bc sometimes english sucks my d

I liked bsd as soon as I saw ranpo's silhouette in the first episode, I was like "him. I want him 🏃‍♀️" but it was solidified in my head as soon as I saw natsume bc 1) he's hot AF IT'S NOT FAIR I WANT HIM 2) I had been reading his irl works and fell in love, so I started exploring other bsd authors and it introduced me to gogol (i'm so in love with his writing style it's not ok) soooo yeah :)) I started reading bc someone (you know who you are) liked chuuya and I haven't looked back since, tbh it's one of my favs just bc of the characters and their depth

I've read all the light novels I could get my hands on, and I have to say stormbringer FOR THE ONLY, SOLE REASON THAT I AM IN ABSOLUTE LOVE WITH ADAM

pet peeve hmmmm idk??? i'm chill with everything except pickles I hate those mfs, but if I had to chose smth it would be when someone shoves a ship down my throat (it's me i'm bitches go stan satosugu rn)

no ideal partner! I'm aro fyi, but also I feel like I'd be chill with just abt anything?? if u match my energy, we can be partners in chaos and i'll feel understood, and if you don't, I get to learn abt a different kind of lifestyle and get to have someone sane to hold me down (or to corrupt), so either way it's a win. I find culture to be incredibly attractive, speak a language I don't or tell me about a tradition of yours with a wholesome smile and I'd move mountains for you 💖💖 teach me abt something that you're emotionally invested in and an expert, and I'm literally yours <3

haha i don't ever wanna be in a relationship so i'll take being rich,, but honestly it ain't about the money, i'd want to have a normal salary and be taken, but it just ain't my vibe ?? dunno how to explain erm-

dream career is racecar driver YOU TRAVEL ACROSS THE WORLD TO ICONIC DESTINATIONS YOU GET PAID INSANE MONEY AND YOU GO VROOM VROOM VERY FAST WHILE CONSTANTLY ALMOST DYING WHAT ELSE DO I NEED IN LIFE????

app i use most is my local library app bc i'm constantly trying to renew my books that are incredibly close to being overdue 🫡 but nahh i don't use my phone that often it still irks me i'm actually a 60 year old gilf who hates technology and complains abt kids these days

I CAN'T DRAW BUT I ALSO CAN'T WRITE YOU'VE GOT ME AT A DEADLOCK BRO??? if it's which I would rather be GOOD at, i'd say drawing bc imagine thinking abt something and just printing it out on paper??? yall fr got some magical talent omg

WHAT IF WE DO KNOW EACH OTHER THO??? WHAT IF WE'RE ACTUALLY NEIGHBORS??? CHILDHOOD FRIENDS??? YOU NEVER KNOW AND YOU PROBABLY NEVER WILL MUAHAHAHAHA i'm gonna stop now but ty for all your questions and have a wonderful day, darling <33

#tags are where i live i love that u made ur own #are u erm single #me u marriage rn #FAN BEHAVIOUR??? OMG WHY ARE U MY FAN I HAVE A FAN???#this made me giggle a lil bit bc i love talking abt myself but also hate it #fr tho i have met a whole lot of ppl on the internet just by sending them random ass questions and they just answered them like it was chil #fr nikolai kinnie moment #HOWEVER THIS WAS DEFINITELY UNEXPECTED???#i also got ur other ask i won't post it bc you said to ignore but ur so cute ily #WHY DO U STAY ANON GRR I WANT TO SEND U MY FEET PICS LOVINGLY #anywho #answering asks

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gumilac · 2 years ago

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i’m glad to hear you have more time on your hands now!! please make sure to get a lot of rest and relax 🫶🏻🫶🏻

i’m doing great! i’ve been catching up with shows and reading new books, but i’m in a reading slump right now 😔

and i’d love to catch up soon! hope you have an amazing day hehe

yapyapp! thankyouu, ive been resting a lot lately hehe since it's the holidays so that's great!

OMG!!! i forget i have tbr's 🥲 but, i've started a new book recently which is "when breath becomes air," and it's amazing,, it's a neurosurgeon facing cancer and how he's gonna live his life now, all in all its great, the writing's amazing <33

have an amazing day too darling! mwa! <33

#asks.#to aki ‘✾’ with utmost love. res

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mt-oe · 5 months ago

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I’ve just been highly obsessed over modern Mizu. So I’m just asking for that, modern Mizu meets reader at uni or something like that! I love LOVE your writing!! 💖💖

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Hey dear!

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you don't mind if I add a bit more to this <3 I've been wanting to write modern au Mizu hcs and your request really granted me the opportunity to do so.

Also, I'm so sorry for being so slow on the requests. I've been so eepy lately for some reason and I can't fight against it, like I tried but failed so many times ;; I am a slave to my own body

Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa :*

warning/s: not proofread, she/her for mizu, implied afab reader, game reference (league of legends)

general headcanons

✦ This woman would either overload or underload her units like crazy. She'd either be busy with her academics and work 6 days a week, even sending a letter to the admin so she can go past the mandated maximum amount of units in one semester or doing absolutely nothing while the rest of her friends are going apeshit on their finals. There's no in between.

She would plan it like an absolute psychopath too. Nothing special foreseeably happening in the next semester? She's going above and beyond. A convention she wants to go to on September? Signing up for the bare minimum amount of allowed units just for one event.

Her friends are either concerned for her and losing contact for a whole semester, or are pissed off that she's playing some kind of gacha game on her phone while they're losing their minds on their finals.

✦ Would be the type to be so pissed off by slow walkers in the hallway. The hatred she has for people who walk so fucking slow in the hallway is unbridled. Though she's not the type to pick fights, she'd be the type to sigh loudly, making you feel her anger, before overtaking and wouldn't be afraid to bump against the person if needed. Her hatred goes deep enough to the point where she even remembers people JUST because they walk slow.

✦ The type of friend who would walk to everything. Sure she has her motorbike, but if she can walk to it, you bet she's going to walk. She even knows different shortcuts to different buildings on campus.

"This looks like a good place," Akemi tells them, showing her phone. For once, their vacant hours finally aligned and they've been trying to find a good place to eat since the lunch hall food was getting repetitive and they could feel their taste buds dulling over time. Akemi, being the 'what do you guys want to eat?' friend, and the other three, being the 'I don't know' or the 'I'm fine with whatever' friends, is left to search for a new place.

They took a look at the place and shrugged in agreement, making her roll her eyes at their lack of opinion. "Okay but how are we going to go there?" Taigen asks. Mizu takes Akemi's phone and looks up the map to the place. The distance itself was enough to tell a person that they should take the bus. Hell, it was on the other side of town almost.

"We can walk. It's not that far," she says, closing the map and handing Akemi her phone back. They trusted Mizu. It couldn't be that bad.

Right?

By the time they arrived at the restaurant, they were already sweating, ready to give up, tired out of their wits. The food wasn't even worth it anymore.

"It's not that far" my ass.

Even Taigen, her fellow gym rat and workout buddy, was fucking exhausted. And this bitch (affectionately), has the audacity to stand there, crossing her arms with the most unamused expression on her face as if it was their fault for being so exhausted. If she tells you its walking distance, it is NOT within walking distance.

✦ She's a jack-of-all trades type of person, but she'd have the fattest fucking talent crush on anyone who can express themselves through art. The talents and skills she gathered were purely out of necessity. Fixing and modifying bikes was the only thing she was truly passionate about but it's hard to be expressive through repairing motorbikes, right?

She has always been so amazed by stories of painters, sculptors, singers, and writers who have deep backstories and can reflect it through their art. She would be the type to read the whole description in art museums just because she's so amazed by them.

Deep inside her, she wished she could do that too. To express herself through a medium. Like what do you mean you wrote this poem because you're sad your cat died? Or what do you mean you took this professional-looking picture just because you had the best picnic date with your friends? How can someone write a song about casual sapphic sex? She can't even vocalize her feelings, how much more in art? Whenever she sees someone writing their English essay so well or drawing randomly, she'd secretly be so interested.

✦ Mizu would have social media accounts but would use it bare minimum. She'd be that type of classmate that you're not sure if it's really her because she doesn't have a profile picture you can check or if she does, it's like a picture of an item instead of her face.

Her friends would be so happy whenever Mizu posts an IG story even if it's just a picture of where they were eating or even if their face is barely in the picture.

"Aww you posted us!" and they're like little ants with how small they were in the picture.

"Do you want to eat at that place again?" and she'd be like 'what? why?' but they'd know she actually enjoyed the food because she bothered posting a picture of the place.

Deep inside her, Mizu wants to keep up with whatever trends her friends are into but she's very lowkey about it. The tough love friend who secretly really enjoys being friends, y'know? She'd search about it and try to figure it out. Everyone's surprised by her internet knowledge since she always acts like she wouldn't give a shit whatever new trend is on.

✦ This sounds so corny and stereotypical, but Taigen and her would be those gym rats who solve everything by working out. It didn't matter if it was a weekday, a weekend, a holiday, or whatever weather condition was going on outside, they are going.

They failed a test? Gym. Hungover? Gym. Too much homework? Gym.

When Megan Thee Stallion said she'll go to the gym two times a day, they go three. When she said the results are resulting? The body is bodying? These two are taking it seriously.

Taigen would focus on biceps, chest, and lats, cutting down on fat so his body would look more lean. He'd hate leg day but would do it anyway just to balance out his physique.

Meanwhile, Mizu would have a 'sleeper-type' build and her routine would be more well-rounded and would even include calisthenics on her free time. They'd try to beat each other's PR but it really ain't a competition when Mizu is always winning.

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how did you two meet?

Stupid shitty project.

Stupid fucking publisher gatekeeping the fucking article.

Stupid bitch ass school wifi keeps disconnecting.

Mizu resisted the urge to slam her laptop shut as her device disconnected from the wifi for the nth time. She was stuck in the library trying to finish her midterm project for building design system and holy shit was she frustrated.

She needed to create a specific building design that was supposed to be environmentally friendly, using what was considered as 'green materials' and had minimally destructive designs. It wouldn't be so bad if this fucking publisher just had to put a price on the article she needed. Wasn't education supposed to be free or whatever?

Her friends tried to help her, telling her to use the library computers, but none of them were working or free at the moment. That leaves her to use her laptop in the library. Usually, that wouldn't be a problem but due to the recent rains, the school wifi has been pretty shitty.

After a few more tries, she decided that this wasn't worth the frustration and trouble, and decided to collect her things to get ready to leave. Just as she was about to zip up her bag, a tap on the shoulder stopped her. She turned around to look at who was trying to get her attention, ready to tell them off. But upon turning around, her heart skipped a beat.

There you stood.

In your oh-so fancy sweatpants and college logo hoodie (whose logo wasn't even the university's). Your hair was ruffled and messy, eyes tired and more exhausted than her's. Understandably so though. It was hell week and everyone was tired, but somehow, your tired looked so pretty.

Her eyes continued to stare at you. Like the world stopped moving and it was just you and her in the room.

"Umm...there's a free computer over there if you still need it," you said shyly but in a straightforward manner. A small tired smile on your lips, trying to appear as friendly as possible. Mizu snapped out of her trance and nodded, slinging her bag over her shoulder to move to the said computer.

Maybe she'll stay for a bit. To finish her midterm project.

Definitely not for the pretty lady.

No, of course not.

Upon sitting down, she couldn't help but sneak glances at you, looking back down at the screen when you looked in her direction. She felt stupid, like a lovestruck fool. Borderline, like a child getting their first actual crush.

In her mind, she was already planning how to approach you without making it awkward. Maybe she'll try to strike up a conversation? But how? Hmmm..

It definitely took a while, being distracted and all, but she was finally able to finish her report. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself mentally to talk to you. She stood up and stretched after logging herself out, pretending to look around the room but in reality she was looking for you.

Much to her dismay, you were no where to be found. A small "fuck" left her lips as she sighed, picking her bag up. The universe must hate her. Giving her an opportunity to see the most beautiful person she's ever seen only for them to leave early? Fuck.

Her thoughts continued to plague her for the rest of the day, even until the next morning. It sounded so silly and so stupid for her to be this bothered, but she really just couldn't forget you. She sighed once again as she stared at the lecture hall walls, face hidden against her palms.

"Excuse me. Do you have an extra pencil?" a voice asked as she felt a tap on her shoulder. Looking up grouchily, her eyes widened immediately.

It was you.

And this time, she wasn't going to let this opportunity pass.

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but what now? (girlfriend headcanons)

✦ Mizu would absolutely remember EVERYTHING about you. Your birthday, MBTI score, favorites, dislikes, and even the silliest things such as what makes you sneeze.

She has a second brain for these, an internal SSD in her brain just for you. You won't even have to remind her about anything, because she already planned it out before you remember.

It's especially great for errands since you don't have to give her a list, she already has a list in her brain. Sometimes, you'd think she forgot because she's so quiet about it but she always finds a way to prove you wrong. If she says she forgot something about you, it's a lie. She never forgets, especially when it comes to her girlfriend.

✦ Would pretend to not understand or know how to do something just so you could teach or show her. Mizu definitely has a lot of skill up her sleeves, but whenever you asked if she knew something that she knew you were good at, she'd pretend not to.

"So I just click like this?" she asked you through the call, clicking on a minion. You had enthusiastically called her, asking if she wanted to learn how to play League of Legends. Unknown to you, your girlfriend already knew how to play and was quite good at it (that's a lie, she's beyond good).

She couldn't help but smile slightly as she watched you nod enthusiastically. The thought of you being so eager to spend time with her was heart-warming. She even made a dummy account just to make her beginner act look believable. "Yeah, you just need to keep this up. So should we queue together?" you asked, sounding really excited.

Mizu chuckled and nodded. "Don't get mad at me, okay?" she joked lightly, accepting your invite. "I won't. I'll be the ADC so you can play support until you get the hang of it, okay?" you said, checking which ADR champions you had cool skins of. Your girlfriend let out a small laugh at your enthusiasm, signaling you to start the queue.

The game went really well. Extremely well.

To your surprise, Mizu was quite a good support. Never accidentally stealing your CS, always being there during a clash, skill shots always hitting, knowing who to focus on. "It's because you're good at teaching people," she said.

But really, you wonder how she knew which items to build when you never even taught her.

✦ Would do the most random or the smallest things for you. She's not good at expressing her feelings so she makes up for it through acts of service and gift giving. Mizu tries her best to be as loving as she can without overwhelming you.

Can you even remember the last time you tied your own shoelaces? You can't. Can you?

Sometimes, you'll be surprised to arrive home with the fridge already stocked even though you had told her that you'll do the groceries on your next day off. The only response you'll get is a shake of her head and a random thing you mentioned you wanted to buy.

Sometimes, she's a bit silly though. Putting in the effort to remove her jacket to shield you from the rain even though you had an umbrella, removing the buckle of your helmet so she'd be the one to put it on you, gifting you random goofy greeting cards.

It's both endearing and a bit funny.

✦ Secretly loves it when you put makeup on her or if you let her do your makeup. Her amazement and fascination skyrockets whenever she watched you put make up on. It was a line of femininity that she was never taught to cross. She'd watch you with deep interest, observing how carefully you did it, how purposeful each step you did was.

"So why do you put it on?" she asks. You hum in thought before shrugging. "It just...makes me feel pretty."

What do you mean it makes you feel pretty?

You were already pretty.

You can't help but laugh at her and her curiosity. "It just does. It feels therapeutic to put on and I like how I look after, it's like expressing myself or something. Like painting but on your face," you explained to her, making her raise an eyebrow.

"But what if you don't like the way it looks?" she asked, picking up your eyeshadow palette and swatching a color on her hand curiously. "I can always take it off," you answered, blending the blush on your cheeks.

She stayed silent for a moment, continuing to swatch the colors on her hand. Her mind still couldn't wrap around the fact that this could make you feel better. Its just color and chemicals, and it washes off too.

Your eyes scanned her face before a soft laugh left your lips. "Here. Want to try?" you offered. Your girlfriend looked a bit hesitant but she wanted to understand.

Was this really fun?

After a few minutes, some struggles and squirming, you finally finished putting some make up on her. You tried your best to make it look as natural and as light as possible, knowing that she wouldn't appreciate the texture of heavy makeup immediately.

Blue eyes scanned over her own face on the mirror. She didn't say anything, but the slight twitch of her lips and the shine in her eyes spoke thousands.

"I want to do it on you too," she said quietly. "At least one thing. Let me try to do it for you."

You heart melted at her excitement. How could you refuse her when she finally finds something she likes? You handed her your eyeliner and sat down. "Here, follow my instructions.."

Mizu actually ended up liking it. Although she enjoyed putting it on you more, she still enjoyed it nonetheless. The amount of practice she put in made you wonder if she was actually better than you now. Somehow, she felt a bit of relief and a bit happy that she finally found something she could do that was considered as 'artistic'.

What started off as a simple "let me try" ended up being part of your routine. This woman never stopped practicing different eyeliner looks and now she just sits on your bed, waiting for you to finish your routine so she can put it on you. Sometimes she'd do a more creative graphic liner look, but on days you had to go to uni or work, she'd do the usual. She could probably do it with her eyes closed.

And the results?

SHARP.

Capital S H A R P.

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