#i wanna draw actually... let's try to draw

[pazziiiiiiii]

Hey guys, this is more of a filler chapter to describe what changed after she admitted what her dad told her. Thanks for the feedback so please keep sending it through and ideas for the next part pleaseee!! Next one coming very soon if you guys give me more ideas…

Part 4

It wasn’t like they talked about it.

What Paige had said that night at the court—about her dad, about Azzi—it wasn’t brought up again. Not even in passing. It settled into the space between them like dust in sunlight. Quiet. Unspoken. Still.

And if Paige had hoped telling Azzi would change something, maybe she didn’t realize how much of her didn’t actually want it to. She couldn’t afford it. Couldn’t even let herself want to want it.

She still hadn’t gone back to the guest room, though.

Her bag had stayed in Azzi’s room. Her clothes in the closet. Her shoes lined up by the door. The bed they shared—two pillows, one blanket, space between them that felt like a line she dared not cross.

But even in Azzi’s room, Paige felt far away.

She’d smile at the right times. Laugh, sometimes. She’d go through the motions. Lay there at night, stare at the ceiling, and listen to Azzi breathe like she was measuring her own steadiness against it.

But she wasn’t there. Not really.

Azzi noticed.

Paige could tell by the way Azzi would glance at her during long silences. Or how she’d watch her with a question that never made it past her lips. She’d try to draw her in with little things—“Wanna make pancakes?” or “Wanna shoot around later?”—but Paige always found ways to say yes and still hold herself back.

Azzi didn’t press. Not in the way she could’ve. Not in the way Paige might’ve wanted her to.

Instead, she started talking around it.

“Do you ever feel like… people just expect you to always be okay?” Azzi asked one night, their room lit by the faint blue of her laptop screen. “Like, if you’re not okay, it’s like… disappointing or something.”

Paige didn’t look up from her phone. “Yeah.”

Azzi waited.

But Paige didn’t add anything.

And when she finally glanced over, Azzi had turned back to her screen, earbuds in, lips pressed tight in that way she always did when she was pretending something didn’t sting.

⸻

A few weeks passed.

Long, slow days. Azzi’s family kept their bubble tight—home, court, backyard, repeat. Paige got used to it. Used to the rhythm. The quiet hum of Katie moving through the house, the smell of fresh coffee in the mornings, the way Azzi’s younger siblings knocked before barging in anyway.

It all felt normal.

Too normal.

Like she had almost convinced herself everything was fine.

Because on the outside, it kind of was.

She and Azzi were still best friends. They still did TikToks. Still played HORSE. Still stole food from each other’s plates at lunch. Still sat shoulder to shoulder during dumb Netflix movies, Paige tucking her knees into her chest like she was cold when she just didn’t know where to put her body.

But it was there. In the pauses. In the things they didn’t say.

In the way Paige flinched when their hands brushed and Azzi didn’t react at all.

⸻

The first time Paige saw the text, she froze.

Devon 🙋🏾‍♂️:

“Azzi I know your gonna be cute for me”

“pick u up at 7”

She hadn’t meant to see it. She was looking for the charger they always passed back and forth, and Azzi’s phone had lit up beside her.

Paige didn’t ask. Azzi didn’t offer.

But a few hours later, she came downstairs in jeans that actually fit and a hoodie Paige didn’t recognize. Her curls were a little more defined than usual, lips glossy.

“Where you going?” Paige asked, too casually.

Azzi glanced up from tying her shoes. “Just out for a bit.”

“Out?”

“Dinner.”

“With who?”

Azzi looked at her, and something flickered in her eyes before she shrugged. “Just a friend.”

“Right.” Paige nodded once. “Cool.”

She turned and walked away before she could give anything else away.

⸻

The clock on Paige’s phone glowed 8:47 when she went back into Azzi’s room. She lay on her side of the bed, alone, fully dressed, blanket untouched. The silence felt louder than anything.

She stared at the ceiling. Tried not to imagine who Azzi was with, what she was saying, what it looked like when she laughed at his jokes.

She bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood.

And somewhere beneath it all, shame started to bloom like rot.

Of course Azzi was out with a guy. Of course she’d say yes when someone like him asked. Why wouldn’t she?

She was normal.

And Paige?

Paige was a mess. A secret. Something shameful even to herself.

She pressed her palms into her eyes until the pressure made her see stars. It wasn’t even about the boy. Not really.

It was about knowing that Azzi didn’t see her that way.

And worse—about knowing that it was wrong to want her to.

She thought about her dad. The way his face had twisted when he yelled. The disgust in his voice. Why don’t you just go live with her and ask her to be your girlfriend…

Like just thinking about it was enough to be condemned.

She curled in on herself.

Maybe he was right.

⸻

Azzi didn’t talk about the dinner when she got back. Paige pretended to be asleep, back turned, breath even. She felt the bed dip when Azzi got in, heard the rustle of fabric, the quiet hum of her sigh.

She wanted to turn around. Ask. Was he nice? Did you have fun? Do you like him?

But she didn’t.

Because she didn’t want the answers.

⸻

They stayed like that for days.

Azzi never brought the boy up. Paige never asked.

But she noticed the subtle shifts—how Azzi smiled at her phone more. How she wore the same hoodie again a few days later. How she didn’t stay as close during movie nights anymore.

Maybe it didn’t mean anything.

But it felt like everything.

⸻

They were out on the court one afternoon, just shooting around. Azzi looked lighter than she had in days, her laugh bright as she nailed three in a row from the corner.

“You’re off today,” she teased, passing the ball back.

Paige forced a smile. “Guess I’m just tired.”

Azzi tilted her head. “You’ve been tired for a while.”

Paige caught the ball. Let it sit in her hands.

“I’m fine.”

Azzi watched her. “You always say that.”

Paige didn’t look up. “Because it’s true.”

“It’s not.”

Paige took a shot. Missed. The ball bounced long and she jogged to retrieve it.

When she came back, Azzi was sitting on the edge of the court, arms around her knees, watching the sky.

“Do you want me to stop asking?” Azzi said quietly.

Paige blinked. “What?”

“Because I will. If you want me to.”

Paige sat down next to her, the concrete warm against her thighs.

“I don’t want you to stop,” she said finally.

Azzi turned her head slightly. “Then what do you want?”

The question sat heavy in the air.

Paige stared at the court. “I don’t know.”

Azzi didn’t say anything. She didn’t reach out. Didn’t scoot closer. She just nodded like she understood and let the silence settle again.

Paige wanted to thank her.

And scream.

And cry.

She did none of those things.

⸻

The next night, Katie made pasta. The house smelled like garlic and roasted tomatoes. Azzi was on FaceTime in the other room, laughing about something, her voice soft and fond. Paige stirred the sauce even though it was already done.

She didn’t ask who was on the other end of the call.

She didn’t want to know.

That night, Paige turned away from Azzi in bed again.

Azzi didn’t move closer.

⸻

The thing was… they still were best friends. That hadn’t changed. Not on the surface.

But every laugh felt a little shorter now. Every touch a little less certain. Every moment just a little too carefully navigated.

Paige felt like she was walking on a tightrope above something she couldn’t name. And every time she thought about Azzi—her laugh, her eyes, her kindness—something twisted deep in her gut.

It wasn’t just the fear.

It was the shame.

The knowledge that what she felt might ruin everything.

That maybe it already had.

⸻

On the second Friday of the month, they went for a walk. Just the two of them. No phones. No plan. Just wind and sky and space.

Azzi talked about her brothers. About how they were driving her insane. About how she missed AAU. About the show she started watching without Paige.

Paige listened. Nodded. Laughed at the right times.

But she felt like she was watching it all happen through a window she couldn’t open.

⸻

That night, Azzi finally said it.

Not everything. Just enough to make Paige freeze.

“You haven’t hugged me in weeks.”

They were sitting on the floor folding laundry, socks and shirts in scattered piles around them.

Paige looked up, startled.

Azzi wasn’t mad. Her voice was soft. But her eyes were serious.

“I didn’t notice,” Paige lied.

“I think you did.”

Silence stretched again.

“I just…” Paige started, then stopped. “I’ve just been in my head a lot.”

Azzi nodded slowly.

“I don’t want to push you,” she said. “But it’s weird, not having you with me. Even when you’re right here.”

Paige folded a shirt with shaking hands.

“I know, I’m trying really hard,” she whispered.

“I know. But you have to let me in at some point.”

Paige only nodded.

They finished folding the laundry without another word.

⸻

That night, when they got in bed, Paige lay stiff as ever. But this time, she said something, eyes locked on the ceiling.

“I’m sorry Azzi, I really am,” she said, voice quiet.

Her throat burned.

“I know P. I know. I’m always gonna be here. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

Paige didn’t sleep for hours that night. Too caught up in her own thoughts. Like she had been for the past weeks.

[homosexualcitron]

IM HOME IT WAS SO FUN... the manga merch guy wasn't here tho i miss you </3 i did 1 ride and i think it's enough sensation for the year (<- it was a rly little one.. probably the softer among the ones open for adults)

I also did a horror virtual reality stuff it was fun (0 tolerance to horror but love the aesthetics :3)

I'm so tired rn i'm gonna sleep for 3 days byyye

[rennelelorren]

Rin and her absolutely platonic love for her best friend

Take 1:

Yes, she likes his face all worked up and flushed. What's wrong with that.

Take 2:

(Why this art look like a mem "-we consent –I don't")

She could have said "you should smile more, babygirl" aka the worst pick up line ever and the scene wouldn't change at all.

Take 3:

She would call him a "good boy" and it's absolutely no one business.

... Take 3:

[xxplastic-cubexx]

cant stop thinkin bout charles and erik readin together on the couch but instead of reading with him charles is listening to eriks thoughts while he reads. Live mind commentary ……..

[rileys-battlecats]

*guy that hasn't slept properly in several days voice* damn why am i so tired

[t-rina]

and the crowd goes wild

for @herqness

[plutoons]

low quality late night self indulgent doodles. maybe i'll just make godpoke a sphinx... i just have to at this point

[einsatzzz]

(Belated) Happy Valentine's Day! (part two lol) 💜✨ I'm late but I really wanted to draw something for it.

Art Base: Chiyakyak (Twitter)

↓↓↓ Super Rough Sketch Comic; that one anon this one's for you ↓↓↓

*fuckboi laugh* "haha~ hey kyoya, wanna go out for valentine's day? 😎🍫💝 i'll pay for everything 💳💵✨ don't worry, you'll be by yourself, so there's no crowding 🧍‍♂️🍷🍝 now go ahead. go on, have lunch 😃🫶👍" sasuga 10th gen vongola cloud guardian --- protecting the famiglia(boss) from afar 🤣

in kana's defense, she could be doing so much worse 🫰(the bar is in hell)

[grimalkinmessor]

SHIGADEKU SLAY THE PRINCESS AU!!!!!

WITH TOMURA AS THE PRINCESS AND MIDORIYA AS THE PLAYER BUT MIDORIYA LOOKS LIKE A CROSS BETWEEN THAT SHADOW CREATURE SHIGARAKI SEES HIM AS AND HIS VIGILANTE FORM WITH THE CLAWS AND ARCS OF BLACKWHIP

DO YOU SEE MY VISION

DO YOU SEE IT

[benetnvsch]

just some Normal Kids who happened to run across each other on the train one day -

[amugoffandoms]

Woo!! It's time! It's time for the gift exchange!! (@milgram-valentines-exchange) Happy Valentine's Day to @mrcrazyvillainvillainn!! I had such a fun time writing your gift!! Truly gotta let Mahiru and Mikoto be silly and happy! I really hope you enjoy!! I've never written a ship fic for any of the prisoners, so I guess we ball?? (Also, let me know if you want the art without the titles!!) JIAWODJIAOW Anyways, here we go! Please enjoy...

do i dare love you? (i have always loved you)

Is this selfish? This isn’t too much, is it? I just love you so much. How long would this dream go on? I guess we can just say that this feeling is happiness~ Do you really think you know what love is? You don’t have to keep it in and hide it away. "I love you", the reason why I'm here This is how "I" will love "you"! --- "To be honest, Mikoto Kayano didn't know what to expect." "Mahiru Shiina fixes the flowers in a bouquet and hands it off to the customer." (Mikoto Kayano and Mahiru Shiina love each other in the smallest of moments.)

To be honest, Mikoto Kayano didn't know what to expect. Getting a mysterious call out of the blue? Well, ah… That’s sure to scare him.

No, no, everything’s fine. No need to resort to anything crazy. 

Mikoto exhales and splashes some water on his face. Turning off the sink, he looks up at the mirror and flashes himself a smile. 

…ah, okay, that was a little embarrassing. Mikoto laughs to himself as he walks out of the bathroom and back to his desk.

He drums his pen against his desk as he moves his mouse around to turn his computer back on. Placing his head on his hand, he scrolls through emails and emails.

…

It’s just the same emails. “Fix that.” “I liked the original design better; can you do it again?” “The deadline moved. Make sure your designs are ready for–”

Ping!

Mikoto blinks and glances over at his phone. 

New Message: make sure to come soon! 

Right, yeah. Mikoto has to head back home soon. Okay, he should really get a start on his work so he can head home early!

Sitting straight, Mikoto pulls up some designs on his computer and grabs the small stack of papers. 

With one more glance at the ideas given, Mikoto starts designing.

Mikoto leans back in his chair and slumps back. The design… is done! This is where Mikoto pretends to hear a soft achievement noise. Ding!

Anyways, Mikoto exhales and looks at the papers on his desk. The design is nice! One of his finest designs, actually. He flips through the papers and nods to himself, happy with the result. 

In the corner of his eye, he notices his boss and quickly waves him down. The second his boss looks at him with a small smile, Mikoto realizes his desk is an absolute mess. 

Ack–! Why did he leave his energy drink can here? Oh, these papers need to be in a folder–

Right after Mikoto finishes rearranging his desk, his boss finally makes it to his desk.

“Chief! I finished the design you wanted me to make!” Mikoto hands the stack of designs with a small smile. His boss blinks, clearly surprised at how fast Mikoto finished the designs. He flips through the small stack, checking each design.

 

His serious expression seriously doesn’t tell me anything… Mikoto internally groans.

“Good job, Kayano.” His boss places the stack underneath his arm. “These will probably suffice for our client. Do you have other designs that need to be completed?” “Ah, um–” Mikoto looks around at his desk. He doesn’t think he does. “...No…?’

“Oh?” His boss asks, surprised for some reason. Hey, Mikoto knows how to finish his work if it isn’t being constantly changed! “Ah… Alright then… I guess you…” His boss looks around the office. “...Actually, it looks like everyone is preoccupied.”

Mikoto shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Please don’t give him more work. Please don’t give him more work. 

His boss lifts his wrist and looks at his watch. “Hm… It’s seven. Earlier than I would like to let anyone out.” 

Oh, please. Please. Please-!!

His boss sighs. “Alright, Kayano. You may head home early today. I’m only doing this because you’ve got most of your work under control and I unfortunately don’t want to bother your coworkers with giving you their work.” You would anyway, but you seem to be in good spirits today…? “Thank you, Chief!” Mikoto smiles. “Don’t expect this often from me. Have a good night.” His boss turns right around and walks away, going over to a different cubicle. Mikoto watches as his boss walks away and pumps his fist.

Woo! I’m free! Mikoto grins to himself as he packs his stuff into his bag. Standing up, he shuts his computer off and looks around.  To be honest, he feels really bad for his coworkers… 

But, he promised to get home as soon as he could. Mikoto glances at his phone, specifically that one notification.

make sure to come soon!

He doesn’t want to break his promise. So, with a quiet exhale, he walks to the elevator and clicks the button to go down. The elevator doors open.

He walks in.

…

“…oh, I forgot to press the button to the lobby–” Mikoto mumbles as he quickly clicks the button down.

Mikoto hears the key click in the lock and turns the doorknob. As he walks into his apartment, the lights are all out.

“I could’ve sworn I left the lights on…?” Mikoto mumbles as he takes the key out of the lock and shrugs off his coat. He slowly walks through his apartment, fumbling for the lights. 

His hands land on the switch and Mikoto flips the lights on–

Arms wrap around Mikoto’s neck. Something makes Mikoto twitch. “Surprise~!”

Mikoto jumps. 

Mahiru laughs above him as Mikoto lies on the ground, dazed. “Ma– Mappi???” Someone relaxes.

“Hehe~ Did I scare you?” Mahiru giggles, absolutely beaming. “A… a little, yeah!” Mikoto dusts himself off. “I think I hit my head… Ow…”

Mahiru’s laughter immediately stops. “Ah– did I hurt you? Hey, let me see–”  Mahiru quickly kneels on the floor and scoots next to Mikoto. “No, no. I’m okay, I promise– Please don’t worry!” Mikoto gives a weak smile. “Let me just look, okay?” Mahiru says, with a soft voice filled with concern. (Her voice is always soft, but these moments, they're just a little bit more comforting. Maybe it’s Mikoto being too detail-oriented recently, but he’s decided to notice the smaller things.)

Mikoto swallows. “Okay.”

She looks at the back of Mikoto’s head, checking for any bumps or bruises.  The moment is silent as Mahiru looks all over Mikoto’s head for anything and Mikoto sits there, quiet.

To be honest, he doesn’t want to say anything. He doesn’t want to ruin it. It’s… those small moments, right? When you know someone loves you. Those are the moments you want to hold in your hands because they’re so fuzzy and warm. 

“I love you,” Mikoto whispers. 

There’s a pause. Mahiru stops checking his hair. Her hands are still. She’s not moving. 

Did he ruin it? Maybe he should apologize and–

“I love you, too,” Mahiru whispers back.

And, they’re back to silence.

Mahiru scoots back in front of him. “You’re okay. Nothing too bad, okay?” 

She says it with a voice that makes him know she cares: a warm, loving voice. It makes him want to cry just because she loves him. 

And, he loves her. And, he'll make sure she knows that.

“Okay,” Mahiru says, her voice oddly strained. Is… is she about to cry? “Um… Okay, I made some food for you. I– I know you don’t usually like big gestures and I really shouldn’t push myself, but… I think you deserve it, okay?”  “Okay.” Mikoto nods. He stands up and gives a hand to Mahiru, who takes it with a small giggle. “Hehe, this feels like a fairy tale~” She hums.

“Hey, can I…?” “Eh? Do what?” Mahiru asks, with a tilted head. “I mean, whatever it is, I don’t mind~”  

Mikoto places a small kiss on Mahiru’s cheek.  “Ah–!! Hey–! Oh–” She’s red, blushing from ear to ear. 

Mikoto laughs. “That was payback.” “Oh, you-!!” Mahiru has an angry look, but her smile says otherwise. “Fine, fine! That’s fair. Okay, come on, let’s eat~ I don’t want our food to be cold!” Mahiru grabs Mikoto’s hand in hers, trying to drag him over to the table.

Her hands are warm.  Mahiru quickly pauses as she looks at Mikoto and their hands. “Is everything okay…?” Mikoto nods.

“Everything’s perfect.”

Mahiru Shiina fixes the flowers in a bouquet and hands it off to the customer. “Have a good afternoon~” She grins.

As the shopkeeper’s bell rings to show the customer has left, Mahiru sighs and melts into the counter.  “Shiina…? Are you alright?” One of her coworkers asks as they walk over. Mahiru mumbles something into the counter.  “Uh…” They laugh. “Okay, I’m guessing you’re not okay. Um…”

Mahiru keeps her head on the counter as she hears her coworker’s footsteps slowly disappear.

Mahiru sighs. She’s really tired… She wasn’t able to get any sleep last night. She doesn’t even know why. She just couldn’t sleep. A lady like her should be getting her beauty sleep! 

Oh, well… She’ll just have to brave the storm! 

Mahiru quickly lifts her head up and instantly gets hit with a fit of dizziness. 

Ah, that was a bad idea…

As Mahiru quickly blinks away the dizziness, she notices her boss and coworker walking over. 

“I wasn’t doing anything–! I mean, I was doing something, I promise!” Mahiru awkwardly laughs as she waves her hands around defensively. Her boss shakes her head. “Mahiru, you can head home. We don’t expect that many people today, and you seem tired. I can cover whatever is left of your shift.” “Ah, but–” “I’ll pay you for your full shift, alright? Just head home.” “Okay.” Mahiru hesitantly nods and takes off her apron as she heads to the break room to grab her stuff. 

When Mahiru returns with her belongings, her coworker hands her a small bouquet with lilyturf, dahlias, forget-me-nots, and red lilies. 

“I know you’ve enjoyed taking these kinds of flowers home recently, so here you are!” As Mahiru opens her mouth to speak, her coworker continues, “And, don’t worry about the charge. I already paid for it.” Mahiru blinks, taking the bouquet and looking at it. “Ah… Oh. Thank you.” Mahiru smiles at the flowers.

“Of course! Now, rest well!”

Mahiru smiles at her coworker before leaving the store, the shopkeeper’s bell ringing behind her.

Mahiru hums as she enters her apartment and quickly walks over to her table near the couch, grabbing water from the kitchen. She places her bag on the floor next to the couch.

Sitting on the couch, she pours some water into a glass vase. Then, she places her bouquet in the vase.

Mahiru looks at the bouquet for a few moments, admiring each flower.

When she yawns, she finally lowers her head on a pillow and slowly…

Closes…

Her eyes…

There’s a smell of food cooking in the air.  She feels warm.

Mahiru slowly blinks the sleepiness from her eyes and looks around. 

…why is there a blanket on her…?  Is someone cooking?

Confused, she pushes herself upright and glances at the kitchen.

Mikoto.

Mikoto is cooking.

“Huh…?” Mahiru blurts out, sleepy and confused. Mikoto looks over at Mahiru. “Oh, hey! You’re awake! Sorry, I tried calling you, but you were asleep. Um, so I let myself in with the spare key!” 

Mahiru glances at her bag on the floor and quickly picks it up. Opening it, she searches for her phone. When she finally finds it, she turns it on and sees the notifications flood her lock screen.

3 Missed Calls

10 New Messages:

hey, mappi ^^!!

i’m off from work so i’m coming to visit!

Ah wait you might be at work

Go back to work!!

i think your door is locked??

hello?

mappi??

i’m letting myself in, ok?

oh dear where’s your key

found it!! Coming in now :D

Mahiru rambles as she stares at the notifications, “Ah– I didn’t realize you were calling. I’m so sorry, please forgive me–”

“Hey, hey. It’s all good!” Mikoto smiles. “You were tired, so I let you sleep. I grabbed a blanket from your closet. Hope that’s okay!”

Mahiru nods and sits there for a moment, not sure what to do.

She glances over at the table, spotting the bouquet. She looks at Mikoto, who has a smile on his face as he tries to cook some soup. 

She knows why she likes getting these flowers.

They remind her of Mikoto.

They remind her of how much she loves him.

She loves him.

“Hey, let me help you, okay~?” Mahiru sings as she hops up and skips over to the kitchen. “No, I’m okay. I can cook, see?” Mahiru looks at the small pot Mikoto is using to cook soup. 

It’s… hm… not the best soup…?

“Just let me help you, alright?” “Alright, alright.” Mikoto, stepping back, raises his hands. “Show me what you want to do.”

Mahiru quickly slides in front of Mikoto and glances at the pot. "Can you wrap your arms around me?"

"Eh–?" Mikoto coughs in shock. "Yeah, yeah– Um…" 

Mikoto quickly wraps her arms around Mahiru and looks over her shoulder as he tries to stir.

“Mhm~” Mahiru hums. “You’re stirring a little too harshly. Relax, okay?”  “Alright.” Mikoto slowly stirs the soup.  “Still too tense. Okay, hold on.” Mahiru places her hands on his. “Okay, now… We’ll do this together, okay?” 

Mikoto is quiet. Mahiru takes that as his yes.

Mahiru, with Mikoto’s hands in hers, slowly stirs the soup. She murmurs some small compliments.

Mahiru lets go of his hands and smiles. “See, you’re doing it now!”  Mikoto breathes a sigh of relief. “Is it better? Honestly, I really couldn’t tell the difference.” “Hmm… Well, I guess there really isn’t.” Mahiru shrugs. “But, I think the amount of quiet, slow care you put into something will show itself." She's made herself learn that love can be soft and strong. Ever since her last boyfriend and she broke up on... amicable terms, she's tried being better. For love, and for who she loves. “I see.” “...I know it really doesn’t make sense. I’m sorry.” Mahiru shakes her head and slides out from in front of Mikoto.

“No, no. It makes sense, I promise.” Mikoto looks over at Mahiru with a smile. “It shows that you care.”

Mahiru smiles back.

After a few moments with Mahiru helping Mikoto cook, they finally eat together at the table. 

“Mappi?” Mikoto fidgets with his spoon. “Hmm?” Mahiru hums, food in her mouth. “Thank you.”

Mahiru blinks and just nods. “Y-yeah, of course…!”

Ah– That was so embarrassing…! Not at all lady-like! I should’ve just…!!

“I really don’t cook often, so that was really helpful. Haha…” Mikoto rubs his neck with a smile. “I mean, I do cook! It’s just… noodles and stuff.” “Well, now you know how to cook one more thing!” Mahiru smiles.

“Yeah.” Mikoto looks at Mahiru with a loving smile on his face.

His smile is so sweet. He even tries to do stuff he’s never done before for me! Ack… My heart can’t take it–!!

I love you.

Mikoto stares at Mahiru before laughing. 

“E-eh?? What did I do??” “Nothing, nothing. I love you, too.” Mikoto grins.

…she said that out loud…

Mahiru is instantly embarrassed. She feels warm again, but she’s not wearing a blanket. “Oh… Ah–”  “Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s sort of cute, I think…?” Mikoto rubs his neck. “Ah– If you say so…!!”

The two of them continue eating when Mikoto suddenly speaks up again. “Hey, did you mean to make you help me feel like one of those scenes from a movie…?” “E-eh?? No, no, wait– Ah. I really didn’t, I swear!!” Mahiru frantically shakes her head. Mikoto blinks, seeming to realize Mahiru is a little panicked. “Hey, no! I thought it was sweet–!”

Mahiru awkwardly laughs. “I’m glad you do… Um… Maybe I was subconsciously inspired by something…?”

“That’s okay.” Mikoto shrugs. “Everything you do is sweet.”

Mahiru beams. 

“If it’s for you, I’ll make sure it’s worth everything.”

[ziezii]

I saw your ask. I grade English papers and it’s very obvious if you use chatgpt. I saw the comments on that fic before she deleted them and saw ss on a private jjk discord because this was a problem in many fandoms with people using ai to write fics and it was just straight up copying other people’s work on ao3. She even left in something like “here’s your rewritten version with better flow” in her chapter before she edited it, and Nobara was written as Alex or something. She copy pasted the same paragraph a few times in different ways with switched styles, and they all had the same starting phrases and descriptions of scenery and smell that chatgpt commonly uses, also the structure. The punctuation with the dashes are very obvious and someone checked it and got the same style. Someone also put her work in a plagiarism generator from a college grading system and it showed highlighted parts that were ai generated. She kept lying and fighting, blocking people who warned her to post original work but didn’t admit to it and that’s why it was so bad. 

yikes 😬 i went through their comment section since some of mutuals also talked about, (how do i say this) weirdly written the story was and could only find "previous comment deleted" ones (with some additional other's asking her whether she used AI or not that she hasn't answered/deleted yet) and it's like how u said, they seem to either delete, or get defensive whenever someone mentions/asks them if they use AI to write their story.

i don't know if anon will see my answer on their tl but if you do, I'd like to see some of the screenshoots (if there are any on the jjk private discord or an old screenshot of the story's chapter) if you don't mind of course!

[potionwitchmaya-15]

finally taking playlists off spotify (i love random bursts of energy when i should be sleeping) and Nuclear is actually a godsend. Completely free on github and flawlessly imports your spotify playlists. i love her

[xxplastic-cubexx]

im not exaggerating when i say ive been staring at your newest twitter art for the past twenty minutes. i feel ill Why can i hear them

the thigh size difference, the codpiece, charles drooling and Shaking that man is Gone, mags' smug smile and uh. his uhm . Hes HUGE..... charles How do you take that thing and live to tell the tale... and mags' lil speech bubble, what filth could he be sayin..... much to think about, i think i hauve covid, THEY LOOK SO GOOD, apologies to your bro's sneakers but i for one am very happy with this outcome :3 as always thank you so much for your service 🫡🫡

thank you for the review on my doodles today!!!!! i looked deep into my soul and let it do the rest......

[woah-uhuh-uhuh-uhuh]

@baccp a little bac!jerm because hes TRAPPED IN MY BRAIN rearranging my MOLECULES i love him SO MUCH

this ones also for @mountain-dew-tickledpink thank you for being an enabler

[coiled-dragon]

Ive long since given up the idea that I can fix everyone. Ive given up the idea that I can fix ANYONE. Because it's not my job no matter how hard I felt like it was my job, that I existed ONLY to fix things and make things better for anyone but myself.

Plus. You cant fix someone. You just cant. As fun as it is to say 'haha I Can fix them' (we all know its a hyperbole, a joke about a fictional character, but I fear some people believe in it) like we cant.

But there is one thing we can do and its to offer a safe place for people to feel comfortable. And thats what ive slowly spent my time becoming. I am me, and I worked on bettering myself and learning how to work boundaries (work in progress tbh) but in that journey I worked to be a safe place for people. 'Cause I think a lot of the time, that's what I needed in life. Not someone who agreed with me all the time, not someone hellbent on fixing ME, just... a safe place

Thats all I wanna be, and its a goal that requires constant learning. But god, I love to fucking learn, and if I can make a little corner of the internet feel nice and safe for someone, its worth it.