#working for me . righttttt :D'

[little-nugget-writes-stufff]

Hello :3

I finaly found the motivation to do something, my Apologies for not posting anything in such a long whileee.

instead of getting isekai'd into sagau, why not, instead, getting isekai'd to a fan-fiction you read the night before?

Warnings: yandere? Obsessive behavior.

You felt an arm stirring you awake. "Y/n, wake up, your brother has to leave early and he asked me to wake you up". Diluc? From the game? It took your brain a good minute to realize, you were in the game, Genshin impact. But wait... This aint sagau, if it was, you wouldnt be in the Dawn winery... This reminded you of a fan-fiction you read yesterday night, but surely not... You thought before jumping out of bed to get dressed.

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Ah finaly your here! Your eyes lit up with seeing diluc in the living room. You jumped down the stairs only to get scolded by diluc. Hey dont do that you might actually hurt yourself. Like you cared? But since you were his sister, that means free hugs righttttt? Ye sure it does. So you put your arms around him and so trapped him in your embrace. "Have a safe trip brother" :D Truly he didn't understand but still hugged you back.

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The time was slowly ticking. 12:30 the time said. You sneaked out of the Dawn winery with ease. Today you had agreed to meet your lover at windrise.

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Ah windblume your here early! Im not complaining tho! You looked up to see venti sitting at one of the branches of the tree. You pinched yourself to see if you werent dreaming. You were really here, YOU FINALY DID IT! All the people whom you once yearned to meet finaly are infront of you. "I cant believe it..." you muttered under your breath. He kissed you on your cheek and handed you an apple. You raised an eyebrow. Oh! i bought us some apples!

When you guys finished your apples, you went on a little walk. so how has work been? "Eh it was okay, just the usual" he laughed. Ofcourse. He smiled at you. "Well how was ur day?" Oh i had a performance in a restaurant! It doesnt suprise me that they hired me, i mean who wouldnt want to hire the best bard in Mondstadt huh? You laughed. It was so nice, walking next to him through the grass field.

He suddenly grabbed your bag and launched himself up into the air. Your eyes widened seeing a person flying in the fcking air. "VENTI GIVE IT BAAACKKK" he smirked at you. Then come get it windblume~

You spent about 10 minutes throwing anything you could find at him untill he came down and handed you your stuff back.

You guys bad eachother goodbye and you went home again. It took you a while to realize diluc wasnt home, and took some time to think about all that had happened... You were in a fan-fiction that you read... It was mostly peaceful, right..? Yes... But what about your life back in your own world..? You got a bit sad, thinking you'd never see them again.

A maid came up to you, and started saying something you couldnt understand, and suddenly, you were back in your bed. You were shocked. Was it all a dream..? Or did that maid get you back home..? You looked around, only to see a pair of green eyes staring back at you. Ah... I wished you'd stay longer... But thats okay, my love~ we will just have to meet another time soon~ just one thing... You're mine, mine only... If anyone even dares to touch you... Well... Then they will have to face the wrath of a god... And you... Dont think you can escape from me, my dearest windblume...

with that, venti dissapears, just like he did when we first saw him in the game...

[lunarrumor]

i just think that valgrace. so much potential. so much chemistry

we have:

- best friends to lovers

- height difference

- jason being very strung up and leo being the exact opposite so they balance each other out

- leo always stealing jason's clothes even before they're together because they're really comfy and jason's not the most fashionable but leo's never cared about his clothes much (except he does care about these ones because they're his "best friend's" and it reminds him that he has people now,,, people that love him)

- and he wears one of jason's shirts to his workshop one day and he accidentally gets grease on it (because lets be real he has never owned a single item of clothing that didn't somehow get a grease or oil stain on it)

- and he's really upset because it's like he ruined one of his most precious items and jason let him have it (he took it one day while they were up late playing video games and he wanted to get comfortable and jason refused when he tried to give it back for ~totally straight and only friendly~ reasons)

- and he thinks jason's gonna be mad because what if he did want it back and he's gonna change his mind and never let me have anything of his ever again but he goes to the dining hall trying to subtly hide it but of course jason notices it because he's got a great vantage point on leo and he's always staring at leo but especially today because he's wearing his shirt and he always looks really cute after coming back from his workshop because he has dirt on his face and his hair is all messed up and he always comes back looking proud of himself for finishing a project or all jittery because he wants to get back so he can keep working or frustated that something went wrong (but that isn't very often jason thinks because leo's kind of a genius with machinery and he always manages to make the most amazing things)

- anywayy so jason notices and he doesn't say anything but he can see him staring and his eyebrows do that cute little furrowy thing that always happens when he's thinking about something and leo's just waiting for him to mention it

- meanwhile jason is looking at leo's shirt his shirt with grease stains on it—leo's signature look and he's trying so hard to keep from smiling like an idiot because now it looks like theirs—like it's a part of them both and leo's looking absolutely amazing in it in the light of the dining hall, highlighted gold by the sun going down and the torches set around for light

- he looks at his crisp purple shirt, now slightly wrinkled, with oil stains and he thinks it reminds him of their own friendship—how he's always neat and precise but leo relaxes him, he's not afraid of getting messy and he's not afraid to pull jason along with him and he never does say anything but he gives leo a random hug after dinner before he goes back to the workshop, which isnt that unusual because ever since jason realized that leo and piper didn't mind casual affection—in fact piper was always one to just drape herself around her friends and hang off of them because as much as she didn't like being an aphrodite kid she's always been a sucker for little ways of showing people you love them—jason hasn't stopped hugging them since

- leo was surprised at first when he started doing it but now he welcomes them because jason's hugs are so warm and it makes him feel home and so when he does so after dinner leo's only really shocked because this one is extra suffocating and he was expecting actually the opposite reaction but then he supposes he shouldn't really be so surprised because jason has always been the most understanding person he's met and he never gets annoyed with leo like others do, he's always just there waiting to help him or to hug him or to give him one of his oh-look-at-me-im-so-attractive-people-probably-make-paintings-of-me-just-to-capture-my-beauty smiles that is always so bright and soft and leo doesn't know how jason can always look so content when he's got so much weight on his shoulders (this definitely doesnt have to do with the fact that just being around leo makes him happy and he forgets all his responsibilities except making sure leo is doing okay)

- and when they are together jason sure as hell takes advantage of his staring privileges because now he can look at leo in his clothes and smile like a goof and it's completely normal boyfriend behavior and he absolutely never shuts up about how much he loves leo and ~maybe~ leo recognizes this and starts wearing more of his clothes just so he can get extra tight hugs because he's always been one for manipulating the system and damnit if this system of how he could possibly get the most love from jason is not the best thing he's ever gotten himself into

- and now i've gone on a very long rant about valgrace (oopsie) but im going to continue (with some nico !!!) because @transjasico has me thinking about valdangelace

- so nico doesnt have the same habits as leo does when it comes to taking all of jason's clothes because he hates looking small and he has a reputation to uphold and a ~style~ to keep (aka an emo teen that shops at hot topic)

- and jason totally doesn't start buying more black clothes because maybe he perhaps notices this (after all who is he if not constantly obsessing over his boyfriends and analyzing all the cute habits they have)

- and piper sees this change of clothing and gets a little worried because she just got jason to branch out a little from purple t-shirts that he somehow makes look like he's ready for a business meeting? and oh no what if while she was training him and telling him to ~find his own style~ she accidentally encouraged him to go goth

- so she's like /what have i done/ because while she teases him about it, nerdy jason is her jason and what if he decides to get a bunch of piercings now because that simply wouldn't look right (i mean of course he could pull it off but goth!jason would look simply off to anyone who had met him for more than two seconds and seen what a mom friend he is)

- so she asks him about it because she can not be responsible for jason breaking all of the goth little hearts in america with his new look (yes he just started wearing more black but piper thinks ahead okay she's smart like that)

- and he admits it to her and she just cackles in his face (and then suddenly gets serious because she's like okay i know you love your boyfriend but seriously this is not the style for you)

- but who's laughing when his plan works??? one night at the campfire nico forgot his aviator jacket and he's about to shadow travel to get it but jason is like no no no you're not gonna wear yourself out just to get a jacket and you can't just leave (a brilliant excuse if you ask him, because jason's a quick thinker like that,,,, and being around leo he picked up some of his scheming habits)

- but he's like *puts hand on nico's arm and activates his Serious Yet Loving boyfriend face" and goes: noo nico why would you do that when i have a jacket *whips hoodie off his lap with a flourish* right here :)))

- and nico's like ....okay sure :)

- and jason has an accomplished little smile seeing nico bundled up in his hoodie because not only is he warm but phase one of his mission is complete and now he just has to ease nico into stealing more of his clothes and he thinks he was really subtle but nico definitely knew what he was doing and he brought it up to leo who thought it was very cute to see conspiring!jason and hilarious that he was so determined for somebody to steal his clothes so when jason pulled out his jacket he made a little motion to nico like *go on take it* and nico rolled his eyes (without jason seeing of course) and activated his amazing acting skills so he could see his boyfriend look all proud of himself

- and now i've gone on another very long rant (i still blame you @/transjasico) but nico starts wearing them more because jason always does everything he can to make them happy and he thinks its worth it to see jason all smiley and they're very comfy and he does enjoy the extra bear hugs and the smirk leo gives him every time he sees him wearing jason's shirt but that's not the point

- okay now im done

the point is.... LET JASON LOVE HIS TWO BEST FRIENDS BOYFRIENDS OKAY

[cielcius]

IN YOUR FAVOR | SUNA RINTAROU

pairings: Suna x g/n!reader

summary: In such a large, corrupt campus, it’s hard to find someone who’s willing to put up with anything, especially your drunk self.

from the writer: this was supposed to be my xmas gift here but oh well uhm anyways I have to work like three days in a row after posting this... fun :D eh idk maybe I'll get some inspiration from my male coworker while I'm at it or something (that’s not called using him.. righttttt? right :)) though this is technically going to be my last fic of the year, I'm glad its this one because imma be honest, I think I'm the shit/j no I just laugh at my own jokes but really, to anyone who actually reads my rants, I hope u enjoy this bc this made me laugh way more than any other fic I've written and in a way, its special <3

genre: fluff, crack, drunk fic, strangers to lovers (?)

wc: 4.4k (whew longest I've written in a while)

notes & warnings: reader is drunk!!! also a lot of secondhand embarrassment so this is your first and only warning!!! mentions of alcohol, two mentions of m*rder (in a drunk way), your dorm mates are really shitty, party at a sorority house, cursing, reader is all kinds of drunk (it’s called inclusivity people 😃)

“Hey, can you watch our drinks for us? We’ll be right back.”

Three red plastic cups find their way into your arms, the owners walking off without another word to you thus, leaving you defenseless in the house of a sorority you didn’t even know. The sigh you let out gets lost in the blaring music that bangs against the walls, vibrating with a frequency large enough to cause a headache without the alcohol.

You lean back against the wall, eyeing the entrance of the house with envy lingering in your eyes, before deciding right there that you��d leave the moment they came back for their drinks.

Placing the three cups down on the nearest table, you take to holding only your drink to which you periodically sip from. The alcohol burns as it passes through your throat, leaving an almost dry feeling in your mouth with a taste that makes you feel off about the beverage. Regardless, you continue with your drink, and then another, and then another.

It’s after you’ve already finished three drinks that your dorm mates come back, two hours having passed since they promised to come back for you. “Hey, sorry. We got distracted on the way back.” For two hours? Looking down, you can tell how they don’t even bother to hide the new drinks they had gotten for themselves along the way, making you roundly roll your eyes as you walk off.

“I’m leaving.”

You don’t wait for an answer, and even if you did, it’d only be drowned out in the music just like everything else. Your cup finds the trashcan on the way out and you’re thankful for the cold air that greets you as you walk down the shallow steps of the porch, regardless of it being the middle of winter.

You should have known it was a bad idea to come along in the first place, especially when the word sorority had made its way into the conversation. You mentally shake your head, trying to clear your mind and the bad gut feeling for the most part before reminding yourself that you could start looking for your own apartment soon as you start your walk back to the dorm building.

All is quiet but it takes a minute for you to notice that your steps are starting to fall out of sequence, your body swaying as you desperately try to find your balance again. Shit. Tell-tale signs of alcohol.

Looking around, you spot one of the many cafes that litter the campus, the warm light attracting you like a fly as you mindlessly stumble through the door. Though it could be considered early to be leaving a party, you still feel the pins of shock at the sight of a line to order and people lounging about at tables seemingly placed at random.

The thought dawns upon you: a night cafe.

The sign with their hours on the door is too small and blurry for you to make out, but it’s pointless as you’ve already claimed a spot in line without thinking so much of what to order or to even skim the menu. What am I doing? I should just go home instead.

Just as your conscious agrees with your mind, your body digresses in retaliation as it brings you closer to the counter in shaky steps and unbalanced coordination. Just as you’ve watched your feet hold a place where your body is oddly balanced, you’re called up to the register to order.

Your hands land on the counter, palms flat as your arms straighten to support your weight and you keep your head down. “Um, I...” Just leave! Your eyes follow the counter several inches to the right where you spot a menu, but the words are too blurry for you to read. You’re drunk.

Just as you think about reaching out for the menu, one of your arms give out, your legs already too tired to support your weight any longer, and you think you might just be ready to leave this world after coming to the conclusion that there is no coming back embarrassment-free from passing out at the register of a cafe.

The ground grows closer as you fall, almost in slow motion until you stop. There’s something that comes around your back, warmth palming at your side as one of your arms is lifted to come across a pair of broad shoulders. Someone caught you.

“I’m sorry,” You hang your head impossibly further. “I didn’t think the alcohol would be so strong.” You keep your eyes down on the floor, watching a pair of black boots walk closely to yours. In the sound distance, you think you hear words of reassurance.

Your mouth speaks apologies for you before you’re being seated at a table, a tall window serving a scene of winter pleasant on the eyes. The cool air is frosted against the glass window, a chill emitting a shiver that runs up your spine and falls down your arms before you hear a voice speak muffled words, the same voice that spoke of reassurance.

You let out a soft sigh of confusion, eyes glazed over but ears perked as you listen again. “I’m gonna get you some water and food.” There’s a pause, but eventually, you realize that the person speaking is waiting for an answer. You nod quietly, lips pressed together in a silent apology and agonizing shame.

I really should have just left.

You wait until the black boots disappear to lift your head, turning to look at the drizzle starting outside the cafe. You watch as anonymous figures in large coats jog for shelter, book bags being held over heads as a temporary shield. Even as you sit in the arms of manmade sunlight, it oddly feels as if you’re running with them in the rain, just as cold under the sky that bears its tears to the world.

There’s a clash of ceramic on the table in front of you, but it isn’t until something bumps against your shoe that you turn your attention away from the window. The black boots are back, one near your shoe that’s enough to tell you what had bumped against your foot.

You look at the table, a steaming mug of what looks to be hot chocolate and a plated croissant sitting fresh in front of you. You curl your lips in, the bottom half stuck between your teeth, before popping them back out. “Thank you...” When you raise your eyes to look straight ahead, you can only make out the middle section of a black apron, breast pocket showing no name or name tag of the sort.

“Suna. Suna Rintarou.”

You raise your chin, making brief contact with green before looking away with a pout just shy on your lips. “Thank you, Suna.” Hopefully, he’s heard you over the distant chatter of lingering customers as your head fills with one thought.

He’s... pretty.

The hot chocolate slides past your throat, not as easy as water would but easier than the alcohol that now runs freely through your veins. You let out a quiet sigh when you’ve let the mug hit the wooden table again, the smell of chocolate burning on your lips with a sugary aftertaste.

Slowly, you go to pick at the croissant, flakes falling to the pristine ceramic in a similar manner of fall-toned leaves kissing the concrete with tips curled in at a last attempt of self-protection.

Oh, now you’re getting a little too cheesy.

You look down your side again, eyes traveling down the arch of your leg and to the floor where black boots wait in patience.

“Are you okay to get home—”

“I’m sorry for causing so much trouble.” The piece of the pastry you once held in your hand is placed back onto the plate before you continue. “I really don’t drink this much, I don’t know why I did, but I’ll pay you back. Here, lemme get my wallet out.” Your voice trails off, eyes pointing themselves to the pocket of your coat where you think your wallet might be.

Your hand is shoved into the pocket, fingers clumsily rummaging around until pressure on your arm stops you mid-search. “You don’t have to pay for anything,” There’s something else that Suna says but you don’t get a chance to hear as he continues. “Just tell me if I can call someone to pick you up or help you back to... wherever you came from.”

“I was born in (hometown).”

“Okay, thank you. So there’s no one I can call?”

You shake your head, the knowledge of your roommates being the only people you know lingering absentmindedly in your brain. There was no one else, so you shake your head again. “My roommates are still at the party, high and drunk off their asses by now, I bet.”

There’s a low scoff, one that almost sounds like a chuckle but there’s no time to think as Suna sits himself in the seat across from you. “Okay, I’ll drive you to your apartment—”

“I live in the dorms.”

Suna presses his lips together, silent and in waiting in case you have something else to say, before proceeding. “Okay, I’ll drive you to your dorm after I close up. Sound good?” You pause before nodding silently.

“Thank you, Suna.”

—

You don’t realize that you’ve fallen asleep until Suna is shaking you by the shoulder, the engine turned off with the car still on, and the headlights reflecting with a harsh glare against the car in front. “Building C, right?” Just as you had told him, he had parked right across the street from the brick building stacked tall with overpacked dorms and communal bathrooms. Home sweet home.

“Uhm, y-yeah. Looks like it.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have parked across the street. Suna thinks to himself with a frown pressing on his lips. “Can you get in by yourself?” He eyes the building across the street.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s... um...mm.” Mid-sentence, you fail to catch your head that falls limp on your shoulder, pushing your body into an uncomfortable position as you lose another battle to sleep.

Suna turns off the car and unbuckles his seatbelt before going around the car to help you out of your seat. With your arm around his shoulders and his under yours, Suna is almost tempted to just carry you as he nearly drags you across the street and to the entrance of the building.

“Hey, can you get your entrance card out? Need to scan it to get in.” When Suna looks down at you, your eyes are slitted and glazed over, but more or less open as you slowly gain consciousness. With a small hum, you start to fumble for a card before pressing it against the panel.

The light flashes red.

Again, you press the card against the panel, and again, the light flashes red. Looking down at the card, you almost sink into yourself as your eyes find red letters in bold. “Oh, this is a Ch*potle gift card. Oops.”

That’s actually an Am*zon gift card, but Suna keeps his lips sealed as you finally pull out your entrance card to which a green light flashes in response. “Waiiiiit.” Suna turns to look at you, foot raised in a mid-step through the doorway. “What’s wrong?”

He watches as you cast your eyes downward, a force pulling the edges of your lips down. You mutter something too quiet for him to hear, so Suna leans in closer with a question for you to repeat it. “What if you do something bad?”

There’s a pause in his actions, delayed by a sliver of shock before he’s overtaken with amusement. “Oh? Like what?” Straightening to his full height, or as much as he could with you on his shoulders, Suna can’t help but let a smirk fall onto his lips.

“Like,” You lean in closer to his ear. “stealing my stuff. O-or, m*rdering me.” All in the midst of drunken chaos, Suna thinks this is the best use of his time that he’s ever invested in. “That’s a big jump between the two. Hm, maybe you shouldn’t let me go with you. Good thinking.”

Sliding his arm out from under you, he lets you stand on your own two legs, wobbling like a newborn until you admit defeat by grabbing onto his outstretched hands. “Okay, let me just walk you to your door then—”

“Nooo.”

“I won’t steal your things, or k*ll you.”

You look up from your feet to Suna. “Promise? Or else I’ll never be able to wear these shoes again” The two of you look down at said shoes, the toes clicking together and Suna has to admit—they do look good on you. Suna bites the inside of his mouth to rebel against an oncoming laugh that threatens to break his exterior.

“I pinky promise.” Suna isn’t sure what he meant to accomplish by adding the action of interlocking pinkies, but that seems to further reassure you as you let him guide you inside the dimly lit building.

The cold elevator lighting stabs at your temples as you enter, your eyes squeezed shut before you open them slowly to adjust. “What floor do you live on?” Suna brings you over to the panel with many buttons waiting to be pressed—

“I swear to god if you even think about pressing all of the buttons on here, I will get off and take the stairs back down.” Though the statement itself should worry you, it only brings a giggle bubbling at your lips before you look back at the panel. “It’s the third one,” You press the button, and the doors close. “I think.”

Suna hopes he heard wrong just now.

You’re slightly leaning into him more by the time the elevator doors open again, body nearly lax against his until he’s nudging you awake. Walking out, you’re met with two signs pointing down two different halls with a section of numbers on each.

“What number is your dorm?”

“Three hundred and eighteen, on the right.”

Suna brings you to the left, double-checking the sign pointing and labeled with numbers three hundred to three hundred and fifty. In the distance, presumably down the right hall, there’s shouting. Suna thinks quietly to himself once again. I hate dorms.

It’s a short stroll down the hall with an occasional misstep but you eventually make it there safe. “You have your key, right?” Your eyes widen, suddenly wide awake as you look up at Suna. That’s why you couldn’t fully get rid of that bad gut feeling from earlier.

“Oh no.”

—

“Red toothbrush, just like you asked.”

Handing you the plastic package, Suna watches as you fumble to get the opening before tearing the cardboard at the back. “Hehe, yay.” Still seated at the edge of his bed with your clothes folded on his dresser, you swing your legs slightly toned in Suna’s spare clothes.

Suna draws out a short sigh after looking at the situation he’s gotten himself into but alas, finds himself patting you on the head before turning to wash up in the bathroom. How did he become so weak to (your) puppy eyes in such a short time?

“Oh, I’ll grab you a towel.” Walking out into the hall, Suna digs through the closet but finds no spare towels in the end, eventually sighing as he finds himself making his way into the only other bedroom in the apartment.

“Tarou? What are you doing in my bathroom?”

Suna’s younger sister is typically a heavy sleeper, but of course, he can count on her the most to wake up during the few times he wished she wouldn’t. “Do we have any extra towels?”

“Huh? Why—” The young woman gasps. “Do we have guests—do you have a guest?” Hoping that the next morning would work in his favor—however it played out—Suna gives a brief explanation of the situation to his sister.

“Awh, you must really like them if you—” Quickly, Suna slaps a hand over his sister’s mouth and as much as he loves and adores her, he can’t find himself doing so at the moment.

“Good night.”

Leaving his sister’s bedroom, Suna finds you at the bathroom sink of his own room with a pout spread across your face. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think I’m the best person to put the toothpaste on.” Looking down at the toothbrush, Suna notices the dot of toothpaste that’s only managed to land on the handle of your toothbrush. “Here,” Suna washes it off before redoing it. “Ah.”

Grabbing hold of your chin in one hand, Suna uses the other to brush your teeth as firmly as he can without hurting you. “Suna, I ca’ brus’ myshelf.” He curses quietly to himself. “Sorry. Force of habit.”

Even as he looks away, Suna can hear the hum of curiosity coming from where you stand. Turning back, your head is tilted slightly to the side with eyes drowned in confusion. Don’t look at me like that.

Suna sighs. “I have a little sister that I used to help get ready in the morning for school.” At the mention of a sister, you perk up, but his explanation is forced to wait as he steps out of the bathroom to let you wash up.

Finally, you walk out with a mind that’s admittedly clearer than before. “You used to brush her teeth for her?”

“Yeah, and her hair, and get her breakfast.” Looking over at you, Suna is met with a teasing smile to which he grimaces at. “That’s nice. Are you looking for another sibling?”

With a gentle push, Suna rolls his eyes as your chuckles make a brief appearance. “No, shut up.” Though he was thankful that you had sobered up a little more at the end of the night, Suna still hadn’t come to the issue of where to sleep until now.

Grabbing a blanket, Suna starts to make his way out of the room, until your voice stops him. “If you’re comfortable, we can sleep in the same bed, but otherwise, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Looking back at you, Suna raises an eyebrow before walking to stand before you. “You’d let a guy like me sleep in the same bed as you?” With a playful tone twisting itself into his words, he awaits your response that doesn’t come as expectedly as he thought.

“Yeah, you are letting me sleep here despite not knowing me, and you already pinky promised to not k*ll me so I’d say it’s a win-win.” For you.

Suna lets out a huff of amusement, a smile teasing his lips before he gives in once again. “Fine. Just don’t hog all of the blankets.” You smile back at him.

“Good night, Suna,” You pause. “And thank you.”

—

The digital clock on the nightstand reads six in the morning when you peel your eyes open, letting your vision adjust as the numbers no longer appear as a jumbled blur of red. A grey sky sits past the light curtains of the bedroom, casting a glow that’s delicate and yet enough to let your eyes scour the interior of the room.

There’s a weight on your waist and another that pulls against you at the shoulders, both coming from the source of Suna Rintarou. His grip on your body is unexpectedly tight, even in the midst of his dream-infested slumber, and before panic can set in, the events of the night before flash through your mind and leave you with a horrified expression spread across your face.

I’m never gonna live this down. If your arms weren’t trapped in the hold of Suna, you would have definitely hidden your face in your hands but alas, you settle for the pillow as the haziness of sleep starts to fade away.

You can only crane your head at an awkward angle to get a glimpse at Suna behind you, and when you do, you’re tempted to fall back asleep as the need to not wake him arises—with the wanting of putting off your embarrassment. Though in the end, it’s not enough (even though you really wanted to go back to sleep).

The struggle to shimmy out of his arms turned to be worse than you thought and as your feet touch the cold floors of the room, you immediately want to dive back under the covers for some platonic (?) cuddling and warmth.

Before you even reach the bathroom, you give into digging through Suna’s closet for a sweater to keep you warm in the unnaturally cold apartment. Sending a mental apology and a promise to give it back later, you shrug on a sweater before making your way to the bathroom.

By the time you’re done, Suna is surprisingly still asleep under the warm covers of his bed, a visible empty space indicating your stay. Maybe I could sneak back in— Before you can take another step towards the bed, your stomach squeals with the urge to eat. Pressing your lips tightly together, you restrain yourself from getting back in the bed and instead turn to venture further into the apartment.

Though you had an assumption that Suna was also a college student, you were still shocked to find yourself face-to-face with the person who seemed to be his roommate—a girl who seemed to be not much younger than you.

Your jaw slackens, mind racing to find something, to at least say good morning but the girl beats you to it. “Are you the girl Tarou brought home yesterday?” Tarou? Even if it were in a different context, meeting a stranger coming out of your roommate's room at six in the morning has never made a good impression on anyone, but you nod.

“Um, we didn’t do anything! I was just drunk and stupid—and really lucky, but I’ll leave now if you want—” A laugh cuts into your sentence, making you watch with wide eyes as the girl attempts to quiet down for the sake of it being early in the morning. “Sorry, it’s fine, really. Stuff like that and having to do with my brother definitely isn’t any of my business.”

“Brother—are you his sister?” Finally, the girl nods with a smile. “Suna Aoi, but you can call me Aoi.” Holding out a hand, you take it as an offering to shake before introducing yourself. “Even though this looks bad, do you want some breakfast? I can try to make you something.”

Without a word, Aoi leads you out into the kitchen, sitting herself on a counter stool with her hands folded in front of her. “Yes, please.” Sharing a laugh, you familiarize yourself with their kitchen and it isn’t until you’re digging through the fridge that Aoi speaks again. “Thank you, L/n.”

“No problem, and Y/n is fine.”

—

The sizzling of food on a pan is what wakes Suna up, and immediately without another thought other than the fact that his sister can’t cook for her life, he stumbles into the kitchen to be met with an unfamiliar sight.

You, the person he took in yesterday night, in his kitchen teaching his sister how to cook food that somehow hasn’t been burnt to a crisp yet.

“And then you just wait until the bubbles start to show before flipping it. Let me get the batter.” Your eyes meet when you turn to grab the bowl filled with the thick pancake batter, your sudden silence making Aoi turn in curiosity to see her brother standing with an unreadable expression—though she makes no comment on it. “Tarou! Look, I made pancakes.”

Moving to the side, Suna can see a plate with two pancakes stacked neatly on top of each other. In other cases, he would be none other than encouraging his sister to make more for him but in this case, the only comprehensible word he can get out is an ‘oh’.

Taking his sudden awakening into account, you take the chance to let Suna clean himself up. “Are you hungry? I’ll make some for you right now. You go eat too, Aoi.” Shooing the girl out of the kitchen with a spatula in hand, you shoot Suna a look before turning to make more pancakes.

Whatever the look is supposed to mean, Suna isn’t sure he wants to know.

When Suna comes back into the kitchen, he only finds Aoi sitting at the counter with an empty plate, save for the random drizzles and puddles of maple syrup. It isn’t until Aoi points it out that Suna realizes that he’s pointedly looking for you. “They went back to their dorm, but they’ll be back soon with your clothes.”

Nodding, Suna sits himself at the counter where a plate presents itself with a stack of pancakes, an extra third one sitting on top with a smiley face drawn from syrup to which he assumes is out of gratitude for last night. “Oh, and you know how I’m moving out, right?”

Suna looks over at Aoi, eyebrows raised slightly at the vague question. “Yeah? I literally packed half of your shit, and your welcome by the way—”

“I found you a roommate.”

“You what?”

Suna puts the fork down, steaming pancake piece forgotten on the plate as he fully turns to face his sister.

After breaking the news of moving out, Aoi had suggested Suna get a new roommate out of concern for his wellbeing (suggested being “get a roommate”). Though in all honesty, Suna was hoping to have a chance to live on his own for the first time—

“Oh, sounds like your roommate’s back.”

“What? They’re coming today?” With no time to ready himself, Suna watches as Aoi opens the door to reveal you in a pair of fresh clothes.

“The good thing is that you’ve already met them.” With arms in the air and jazz hands shaking, Aoi presumably introduces you as Suna’s new roommate.

“Hi, Suna. I’m L/n Y/n, your new roommate.”

Suna looks down at your outstretched hand, only going to take it in his own when he realizes that he never got your name in all of the time spent with you.

“Better start remembering then.” Aoi’s words reach his ears in a low voice, and Suna realizes that in the midst of his shocked state, he must have muttered his words aloud.

Fuck.

But maybe the morning did work in his favor.

Extra:

Looking up from your phone, you observe the cafe in its daylight image before turning to Suna beside you. “Damn, how’d you get around that counter in time to catch me? That shit’s long.” Without looking up from his own phone, Suna replies without a stutter.

“Oh please, I could see your drunk ass coming from a mile away.”

[brahkest-fr]

If you could loosely mark your lair/entrance on the world map, where would it be? =D

Righttttt around here - not directly in the center of the pools but a lil below to have some room for wasteland. I love the Quarantine Zone and it fits right in with my lair’s lore of being located underground in a drained lake. The Arcane and Earth bits to the west and north are also perfect because I got a few dragons that specifically hang out in those areas.

I might have to work in those comical giant eyeballs in my lore somehow because they greatly amuse me

[akampana]

Okay, i would like to offer you a crackship, but it's not even a crackship because i would hardly think of it as a ship itself and more of a friendship so idk how to even describe it, i just like seeing them together. Arturia x Marie Antoinette.

Why this specific pairing? Mostly because of incredible luck in rolling arturia fairly early and ended up using the two of them a lot in the beginning, but the concept never left my mind and the contrast of red-blue, bubbly-serious, historical-mythological, queen-king and other dualities, united with both of their stories and personalities made me constantly visualize them together sometimes as friends sometimes as lovers.

This is the first time i tell anyone about this because i kinda fear that this idea might get shot down, but i worked up some courage when you said that you love the red-blue contrast of another ship. So, here we go i guess.

Ayo, Anon! Let me start by saying your ship is definitely valid no matter what other people think. If you ship them and it makes you happy then it's all good. :)

I made this for you cause while I was brushing up on my Marie knowledge, a perfect date hc suddenly came to me: Tea and Cake. (And lots of smiles and laughs) Hope you like it!

You already made great points about this ship in your ask and omg tho you're so righttttt!!!! I'm not sure what I can add, but I made my own little hc contribution to this ship in a slight diff format under the cut. :)

I think Arturia would be extremely fascinated with Marie, honestly, because Marie was born, raised, and killed as a symbol. The burden she shouldered was just as backbreaking as Arturia's, and yet she bore no resentment for her people and despite her execution, would never wish on the Grail to change her past.

The more Arturia gets to know Marie, the more she sees that Marie is just as damaged as she is, and yet she is able to smile so beautifully.

Saber admires that part of Marie, and sees it as a strength. After all, there had been a time when Arturia warred for the chance to redo the sword of selection, and only stopped after meeting Shirou.

Arturia's wounds run deep enough that smiles did not come easily to her, so when she meets sweet Marie, who'd gone through something similar, she finds her rather...puzzling.

Marie, on the other hand, sees her reflection in this tragic, beautiful girl and immediately decides they should be friends.

Arturia gets dragged along for all of Marie's whims, whether it be lavish shopping trips, or the painting of nails as the modern people did, even into baths together, as Marie had a ridiculous obsession for staying clean.

And suddenly...they're inseparable :)

I agree, they totally work as a couple, best friends, couple of best friends.

They would host and have the best tea parties?!?!? I MEAN MARIE LITERALLY has a signature tea. (rose and apples in real life iirc). And even if Arturia still prefers Earl Grey, she finds herself infusing a little bit of Marie's favorite flower in her drink as well.

I'm obsessed with the fact that the "Arturia is smol" trope still applies with her and Marie. XD

KING AND QUEEN KING AND QUEEN KING AND QUEEN OH MY GOD YOURE RIGHTT

hc that when they hang out with mozart, arturia finds his voice annoying but loves his piano-ing hahahaahahah

Thank you for this ask! I had never thought about them together before, so this was a novel experience for me! :D It's a beautiful ship. I'm honored to be your first audience.

[unfortunatelysirius]

I don’t even know if this is a childish thing to cry and panic about but for my college you aren’t allowed to book a double occupancy room for dorming without your preferred roommate’s PIN, right??? You have to have a roommate, right????? You can’t book a room without another person part of the plan, RIGHTTTTT???? Well jokes on me because I DONT HAVE A ROOMMATE BECAUSE EVERYONE AT SCHOOL DESPISES ME (maybe an exaggeration but does not take away from the awful truth that I am unlovable to the people I go to school with :D )

I’ve had four roommates since I started college in 2018. Only one of them was nice and I had her for less than a month because I transferred schools. The rest have all been damaging on my mental health and my current school is garbage when it comes to handling that shit :)

So imagine how great it is rn to know if I don’t find someone to be my roommate I’m FUCKED. There is always the option of a single room but my counselor tried early in January and Housing is garbage and idk if that’s even an option anymore. I got out of my last work study because of her (bless that woman’s heart) but damn y’all idk if the housing people have any chance of saving me from an ass of a junior year

I know you all have your own stories and shit to say about college, roommates, and college roommates so send me a DM or a submission (or just reply here tbh) and let’s fucking talk about it guys. Maybe we could make a group chat to just vent about that shit. I’d be down. We can even throw in shitty parents and shitty friends; God knows we got enough of those to go around. I could build a farm with mine 😌

FUCK ROOMMATES, I HAVE MADE UP MY MIND THAT WHEN I MOVE FOR GRADUATE SCHOOL I’M LIVING ALONE btw sorry for another rant in less than a week, I just got the info today that I can’t sign up for a room by myself and I’m sad anxious and wishing I could catch a break lol

[lettertolife]

A Letter To My Past Self♥️

Dear D,

Let me begin this letter by wishing you a very merry Christmas. This Christmas I wish Santa to deliver you this letter in some sense and way because even though it's 2021 I still wish my future self could assure me by writing a letter.

Boarding Life sucks I know even though you are laughing and making memories but I know it is more of a bitter feeling with a wish to be done with this already. People were toxic but I must tell you, they in a way helped you become a better person. You know we had some weird traits and a habit of living in a world of imagination to fill the void in our life, yeah they shook us out of it and it really helped us big time.

Boarding made you a little more of a scared ass and academically it was the worst we had seen, I know you sit on that corner bed of yours and think what your future holds and how are you gonna be better than that moment? Will you be happy? Will you make friends that will love you for who you are?

Well you clearly aren't doing Medical so relax and as of 25th Dec 2021 you've successfully completed 9 semesters and going into last semester. and Yes You're happy. More than you can expect. Yes, you made great Friends D. Don't worry you succeeded in life a little. Also you are hardly in touch with any of your Doon school friends/humans. So Cheers to that. But but You will become great friends with someone absolutely unexpected from Boarding 🤫

A little update, you are planning on pursuing a Post Graduate degree. Shocking Righttttt. I mean we know how much we abhor exams but future has it's own exposure saved for you.

Another thing, You are big into BTS (a Korean Boy-Band) and Korean Dramas so get over your unconscious racism please. I mean you are me but I don't like that about you.

You have also watched Chinese and Thai dramas���

You are dreaming extremely firmly about Travelling around the world. and as of 2021 it is a dream only hope fully my future self is enjoying her Christmas by a Christmas tree somewhere Europe.

D, life is everything unexpected and I know how much uncertain you are about future and even though we are in a much better place right now I still have those uncertainties. This is a constant in human life and never really changes. I wanted to write this letter so that you are assured that your future isn't dark and unloved. Don't be hard on yourself and work on loving yourself baby♥️

Letter to My Past Self

From

-D (2021)

[peeps124]

Makoto X Chubby! Reader

If you want to see other works of mine, check my wattpad out! https://www.wattpad.com/user/The_Dream_Writer

*Unedited*

The gritty sand was sinking in-between my toes and I sighed in satisfaction. I hadn't been to the beach with Makoto in a long while... partly because he had the swim team and the other part was because I am a person that is not too fond of their body. I personally don't know what I would call my body but I would call it in the classification of around being chubby, and not just a little extra chubby - a noticeable chubby.

I picked my sandals up in one hand and reached my hand out to Makoto's warm awaiting hand. We walk down to a decent spot on the beach and he starts taking off his shirt and shorts.His chiseled chest was out for everyone to see, I included. I love Makoto, not because of his body but because of his personality. I understand that Makoto is the same way but I don't see how he could get past my outward body.

I slid down my jean shorts and fold them up and put them next to our shoes. I look down at my swimsuit (a black tankini https://suits.swimsuitsforall.com/img/product/zoom/z_641040TK.jpg) and think it's cute but I don't think it looks that cute on me... I look around us and notice the cute teenage girls with skinny bodies and cute bikinis and start to feel more nervous.

Makoto takes my hand and tugs me towards the ocean, he steps into the water, about ankle-high, and says,

"The water is nice right now! C'mon!" His smile is bright and picks my mood up a little bit and I get into the water with him.

We sit in the water for awhile until he splashes me with the salty sea. I gasp and rub the salt out of my eyes - it stinging a little bit.

"Makoto! My damn eyes!!" Though it stings, it stops stinging and I give him a smile. He won't suspect a thing. I prepare my hands underwater to splash him and as soon as he doesn't suspect anything I splash him two times worse.

"(Y/n), I will pay you back for this!"

"Na-uh!" I move as fast as I can out of the water and retreat to our stuff. I wiggle my shorts on and pick my sandals up. Makoto is still cleaning his eyes out so I run to the entrance of the beach and wait until he sees me. When he gets his eyes clear of the salt water, he looks at me, calls my name, and starts to get out. As soon as I see him moving to the beach, I slide my sandals on and start to run to Makoto's house.

On the way to Makoto's house, I see Haru walking with his swim bag.

"Hi Haru!" I say as I start running up on him, he says hi back to me and as soon as I pass I say,

"Byeeeee Haruuuuu..."

Haru shrugs his shoulders and puts his headphones on.

I reach Makoto's house and put my hands on my knees, panting. Jeeze Louise, I'm so out of shape... oh well! I take the key out to the house and insert it in the key hole, turning it. I close the door behind me and don't hear anything. Guess his family isn't home tonight. I walk to the bathroom and strip from my salty clothes. I step in the shower and use Makoto's bathroom necessities. Makoto and I take showers at each other's houses all the time.

I turn the water off and step out of the shower. I pull a fluffy towel out of the cabinet and wrap it around myself. I walk out of the door and I go to Makoto's room. I look for my change of clothes but I don't see any. Oh fuck...

"Dang it." I sigh and slap my hand to my forehead.

"(Y/n), you can run," Makoto says coming into the room giggling a bit. "You even already took a shower!"

"Yeah... I did already take one. I have a problem though, Houston. I seem to have forgotten a pair of clothes to change into." I give him a slight smile while telling him my unfortunate turn of events.

"Well, why don't you just use my clothes for now?"

"Ahhhh, maybe that's not a good idea..." I say fading out.

"Why not?"

"I might stretch your clothes out..."

"No, you won't! Why do you say that (y/n)?"

"Because! You're skinny and built while I am chubby and have you for a six pack!" I look down and cross my arms under my breasticles.

"Just because you don't have a body built like mine does not mean you are not gorgeous. Everyone is gorgeous in their own way and I love the way you are. I wouldn't be dating you if I didn't. You won't stretch out my clothes, I promise you this. I don't like you thinking bad about yourself, so please try and stop. I'll help you."

"Thank you, Makoto... I'll try. I love you."

"I love you too."

Makoto walks up to me and wraps me up in a hug (like a burrito :D).

"Makoto, take a shower first!"

We both chuckle and he goes to grab some clothes, handing them to me and then heading off to take his shower.

I look at the sweatshirt and comfy pajama bottoms he gave me and put them on. They don't fit too tight and don't fit too loose. They're just right. I guess I was wrong and Makoto was right... again. I have a ghost of a smile on my face and he comes in just then.

Makoto definitely looks hot as fuck in just a towel... dripping with water from head to toe.

"See (y/n), what did I tell you. You rock anything!"

"You were righttttt, thank you, babe."

"No problem, flower."

Makoto grabs clothes for him and I turn away from him and he changes.

He crawls onto his bed and pulls me up and into him on the bed as well. He turns the television on to a show and wraps his arms around me, pulling me even closer to him. I kiss his hand and close my eyes.

I happily fall asleep in Makoto's arms for the rest of the night.

[fadecut-blog]

Requesting information_2 (transcript of phone conversation)

- Hello Medical Records - Hello, My name is Javier, I’m calling because I participate in a Latuda study a few years ago… - Aja - And I would like to have access to my file? - Ok. Sure, and for what purpose? - I’m going back to my country and I would like to have my medical files since I participate in the study, and I have the contract here and it says that I can have access to the diagnose that you gave me, I would like to have that. - Aja, ok, fine…and what you said Laturg study, is that what you said? - Latuda L-A-T-U-D-A - Ok  L-A-T-U-G-A? - D-A - Oh D - A, Latuda…I’m not familiar with that study, who was the doctor in charge of the study? - I had 2 Doctors, one of the doctors was Doctor Patric, Ohmmm, anyway if you give me one minute I do have all my files here so I should be able to give you the exact number of the study. all right? - Just the name of the doctor is actually sufficient, Ohmmm you said Doctor Patrick, is that the doctor last name? - That’s the doctor name, I think. - All right, and when did you participate in the study?

It was a few years ago. I’m trying to get my files right now…

- All right… - Give me one second. - Ok, and you said your last name is Javier? - That’s my name… - And what is your first name? - My first name is Javier, J-A-V-I-E-R. - And your last name? - Is Liriano or Maria,I don’t know which of those two is the one you have on file - Ok, all right, Ohmmm…let’s see, let’s start and see, Uhmmm, what we have, we can start that way. And this was outpatients study, is that right? - Uhmmm,I’m not sure what that means…I saw an ad on craigslist, and I call and it was one the studies for trying this medicine call Latuda - I see, ok…what I’m saying is, Ahmm…you didn’t stay here overnight? No, I never stay overnight. No - You came and you leave the same day, that’s an outpatient. - Yes, I was supposed to go every Monday - Uhummm So they do like a blood test, and I fill some files. And at the end of the day, they give me refill of the medicines. - Righttttt, ok let me look, we have a lot of studies here going on at the NY Psiquiatric institute, so I just need to understand witch study is this…each study keeps their own records,  in order for us to help you is important to try to figure it out  what study you were a part of… - Yeah. I mean, I’m looking for those files right now - Aja. - I do have the consent form but I know that’s a generic document for each study and I do not think that is going to help us…I should be able to find it - Is this one? - While you are looking, can you give me your date of birth? - Yes, is may 6 1-9-8-5 - 85, ok…so, what I’m doing while you are checking is the I’m checking the computer to see if we can get to that information about which study you were in… - And you where a patient of the NY state psychiatric institute, is that right? - Yes - Ok, ok…and what is your street address? - Witch one, the one I use to have on file or… - The one where you were living when you register for the program? - Oh, I think it was 30 sickles st. - aja, ok…and what is your current address? - Is 1045 Woodycrest ave. apt. 5H - Yes. this is what we have on file - What? - That is the one we currently have on file - Oh, ok…that’s interesting because when I went to the study I was living in sickles st. I move around here like one year and a half… - Aja, ok… I’m just looking at the computer right now and I’m just telling you what we have, I’m not sure why that is but that’s what we have…All right, let’s look at something else. So, at least we have you on the system, that’s a good place to start

Ok,I just want to make sure that we have a record of you here, again what sometimes happens is the patients are seeing at the hospital or at the medical center so I just want to confirm that you are a patient of the NY Psiquiatric Insitute, and I do see that so that’s fine… The only thing that we will need at this point is you to complete a release of information form, in other words, is a authorization form, we could email that to you, and then you would need to provide us with a photo ID, such as a driver license, and once we have that. we would be able to help you to get copies of your records… - ok, I have a few questions about the information that I’m getting, - Ok.. I’m I getting the whole file that is saved in your database. Is that the same file you save for the study, or I’m I getting edited information. - Well, it depends on what are you requesting…I mean if you are requesting copies of your entire records, then you know, we could in getting that for you, I see you were a patient here for 2 years…you last here until April 2017 which it was until 6 months ago according to the information I’m seeing in the computer… - Oh, that’s…Actually what happen was that I took Latuda and I end in the emergency room, so I went to doctor Patrick and he refer me to another doctor that was I think in mid-2015 or late 2014, -Aja -And I went to him and I actually ask to be taking out of the study. - Yeah. yeah, I see witch what you are referring to exactly because I see in terms of the study, you left the study a few years ago in September 2015 but then, 2 years later in April 2017 there was an evaluation that was done by doctor Holstein, I believe that was the doctor…and that was just an evaluation but prior to that I do see what you were saying, you did ask to be taking out of the study in September 2015. - ok so actually from September 2015 to April 2017 I was not a patient of you, that’s right? - Yes. that is correct… It was just that you were here on that day and you were explaining why you were here, so, I understand why there is a difference on the dates… - Oh, ok, ok so I just want to confirm that I wasn’t a patient of the institution for 2 years, right? No, that is correct, the first date you were evaluated by doctor McGrath, Patrick McGrath in January 2015. It looks for what I’m seeing here that you continue with the clinic until September 2015 so ruffly for about 8 months, and then after that, you came back again in April of 2017 and it was seen by doctor Holstein for a reevaluation. - Yes, because he told me they had a study that has to do with light. I think I found the study online, and it said it was non-invasive, not medicine it was with heliotherapy I think is the name, that you use some lamps to treat depression, so I was actually very interested in that but I have to stay in the clinic so I couldn’t because I have to work, so that was about it for April 2017. - Right - So you are going to send me the file…Can I give you my email address? - Well, as I said, prior to being able to do that we need to receive from you a resign or release of information form and then along with a photo ID and then once we received that, then we can send copies of your records to you… -Ok, so can you send me the release of information file so I can fill it in an address that I can send it to? Sure. Well, you can fax it back or you can email it back, or you can mail it back it’s the same building that you were being seen that is the NY State Psychiatric Institute, the only difference is you’ve been sending the completed and sign release form and a photocopy of your photo ID to the medical record department, and then, when will receive it, we could send it to the clinic, so the clinic can send copies of your records to you. - Ok. that sounds perfect. Can I give you my email so you can send me the release of information? - Sure - Ok, so it’s javierlmaria@gmail.com - Ok, let me just repeat that to be sure I spell it correctly. Is Javier, J-A-V-I-E-R,  L (as and larry) Maria, I’m spelling M-A-R-I-A @ gmail.com - That’s correct. - Ok. terrific so yes I can send the release of information to you and it will basically say, you know… we will just need to get that back and then we need a photo ID, the photo ID will need to come back as a PDF, So you would scan it and then send it back to us a PDF file so we can open it, and then once we received it, we can help you in getting copies of your records. - All right, that sounds great, and another question, how much does it take? Well, the clinic, I would imagine as I said  the clinic will send out the records..but typically we respond to our request in 1 or 2 weeks - 1 to 2 weeks, that sounds good - Yeah, and also in terms of the consent form be sure to print it out and complete it. It has different sections which include the purpose of the information or the extent of the information to be disclosed, what specifically you want copies of, and then your sign. Please send this with a pdf ID, it can be a driver license or a passport, or government issue ID - Yes, and let me ask you something else. When they ask about the specific information that I want, do I get information about everything that you have or is just specifically what you want?  I would like to have my whole file because I know that in the consent form they do a psychiatric screening, they also do a psychiatric evaluation and there’s also a medical assessment. - Well yeah, particularly it sounds like you want certain things so you can list those things, there will be a section on the release form, where you can be very specific about what you want, and what you want to be included, and sure, you can list those things there. That’s what I was saying that needs to be complete in the release form. - Ok. perfect, so I think that’s it, I’m waiting to get the release form information - Ok, let me give you my name and number in case there is a problem… - My name is Thomas Johson and my phone number is xxx-xxx-xxx - Ok, got it. - Ok, terrific. - Ok, thank you. -You’re welcome