— pairings: diluc x f!reader , background kaeya/albedo
— warnings: frat party, alcohol consumption, dubious consent (reader and diluc are tipsy), oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), slight overstim, unprotected sex, he cums on ur cunt, diluc is kind of ooc sorry, i’m rusty so this is probably also bad whoops
— wc: 4.5k
— synopsis: diluc is dragged out to a frat party. he decides its not so bad when he runs into you, his cute chem class lab partner.
— notes: probably a wee bit ooc; first time writing 4 diluc :,)) this came to me while staring directly at dilucs skin. hes so fine i aasjkdhfsjkdg,, also posted on ao3 here!
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ♡ NSFW UNDER THE CUT! MINORS DNI. ♡
“i told you, i don’t want to go.”
diluc grumbles, his arms crossed tightly as he watches his brother strut around the room, gathering up the clothes scattered around his bedroom floor. kaeya pauses to look at diluc and shrugs.
“well, i told you we needed a designated driver. you don’t drink. it’s perfect, don’t you think?” kaeya reasons, throwing all the clothes he decided not to wear back into his closet to sort for later. diluc rolls his eyes.
“i’m not a party guy. you know this.” the redhead sighs, heavily so, but despite all his protests he would probably end up going all the same. just to make sure his idiot brother doesn’t get himself in trouble.
kaeya goes eerily quiet, a thoughtful look on his face. then he perks up, “ah! here, how about this; i’ll buy you all the juice you want for the next… ahh, week, if you do this. sounds fair, no?”
diluc fights the small smile that threatens to turn up his lips. of course it was like kaeya to try and bribe him a little bit — he was going to go regardless, but he was never a man to turn down free juice. especially if it’s grape juice. call him a child, or maybe someone with strange taste, but it was one of his favorite things.
“fine. i’ll do it,” diluc concedes, uncrossing his arm and digging through his jacket pocket for his phone. he fishes it out to check the time while kaeya slings his own jacket over his shoulder.
“we’re picking up ‘bedo and venti on the way, just so you know.”
“albedo? i thought he wasn’t a party person?” diluc raises an eyebrow, looking up from his phone to shoot kaeya a questioning look.
“i convinced him… don’t worry about the specifics,” kaeya winks with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. diluc rolls his eyes dramatically and looks back down at his phone.
“i won’t. i don’t want to hear about your escapades.”
kaeya only smirks in response, tossing his ponytail over his shoulder.
“c’mon, luc. let’s get going, it’s about time we head out!”
diluc has a feeling it’s going to be a looooong night.
the first thing he feels is the bass reverberating in his bones. it nearly shakes the foundation of the worn-down frat house, packed with bodies and alcohol and stained old furniture that has most certainly seen better days.
the moment the group makes their way into the house, kaeya and albedo are already splitting off to do god knows what. venti winks at diluc, thanks him for the ride, and disappears into the crowd. diluc assumes he’s off to get his fill of alcohol.
his eyebrows pinch slightly as he surveys the area and decides that the kitchen is probably the least packed, so he shuffles his way through girls dancing and guys cheering around a dirty ping pong table, muttering apologies as he is bumped into left and right by rowdy party-goers. he lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding once he regains a little bit of personal space.
the fluorescent lighting in the kitchen is jarring compared to the dark corners of the rest of the house but it only takes mere moments for his eyes to readjust. he takes a spot near the corner, leaning against the wall as he once again takes in his surroundings. there’s a door leading to the back patio—he’s sure there’s some rowdy couple out there making out or something. there are a few other people in the kitchen getting drinks, one of who he recognizes as venti, and another…
he blinks, rubbing his eyes to make sure he’s absolutely correct.
his lab partner from chemistry class — you.
absolutely gorgeous in that short little dress of yours, a smile on your lips as you’re passed a red solo cup filled with what he assumes is some sort of liquor.
his eyes gravitate towards the hem of your dress, barely covering the plush fat of your ass. your thighs are on full display and diluc really hopes he’s not drooling. when his eyes sweep back up again, he realizes that you’ve caught him staring. a playful smile tilts your pretty pink lips upwards and he feels his face heat up with shame.
he clears his throat and looks away from you, busying himself with picking up a drink of his own. he doesn’t know what it is but he needs to occupy his brain with something before he thinks too hard about you in your little dress and pops a boner—
he throws the drink back, his face scrunching up in disgust as he realizes that its alcohol — he’d have to make sure he’s sobered up later so he can drive his group home. he definitely wasn’t going to do it intoxicated.
“diluc? s’that you?”
he hears your voice and tenses slightly, hesitating before his crimson eyes meet your own glittering irises. you’re wearing makeup, he realizes, eyelids covered in glitter and liner sharp enough to cut. your lashes are long, fluttering as you stare into what he feels is his very soul.
he says your name softly, clearing his throat when his voice cracks a little. you smile a little wider and he resists the urge to grimace in embarrassment.
“didn’t know you were the partying type,” diluc finally says after he’s managed to calm his nerves a little. you tilt your head a little.
“i didn’t peg you for the partying type either,” you reply with a giggle, taking a sip from your plastic cup. “you’re so… quiet and stoic and, i dunno, responsible, so i was surprised when i saw you here!”
‘checking me out, no less!,’ went unsaid, but diluc was sharp enough to catch on. you didn’t seem put off, though — he thinks if you were, you would completely ignore him, probably ask to change lab partners-
he’s getting in his own head again. he rubs the back of his neck and glances off to the side with a half-assed shrug.
“my friends needed a guy to drive. i don’t drink, so…”
“but you’re holding a cup of alcohol?”
he glances down at the near empty cup, bent in slightly from his iron tight grip. he winces and loosens up a little.
“.. i sober up quick. i needed something to…“ he trails off, biting the inside of his cheek nervously.
“loosen up a little bit?” you finish his sentence, and he lets out a sigh of relief, nodding. initially, he just needed a distraction, but he wouldn’t mind a little bit of relaxation as well. he was tense, horribly so, and he’s worried you would notice sooner or later.
“i get it,” you continue, swirling the liquid in your cup. “sometimes all the people at parties make me nervous, so its nice to get a little something something to make the night easier!”
he nods again in agreement, a little slower this time. a comfortable silence falls upon the two of you for a few moments. the party music is blaring, bass rumbling the floor, a comfortable blanket of noise that keeps you both company.
“you’re here with friends too?” he finally asks, not to fill the silence but out of genuine curiosity.
“oh— yeah, but i think they’re going home with someone tonight...” you scratch the side of your head, laughing — he thinks he’s in love with the sound of it. “i’ve been drinking a bit too much so i’ll probably just uber home tonight anyways...”
“i can take you home if you want,” diluc blurts out. he can’t help himself. you turn him damn near into a blubbering fool.
you laugh again, sheepishly this time. “don’t get me wrong, i would love that, but…. don’t you have your other friends to take care of..?”
he shrugs.
“two of them are probably hooking up, and god knows where the other one went. i’m positive they’ll be fine. i’m more worried about you right now.”
your face warms at his words, and you play with the dainty golden chain necklace that rests on your collar bones. his eyes dart to the action before he forces himself to make eye contact again.
“well, when you put it like that..” you grin, and in a sudden burst of boldness, you hook your arms around his. he grunts, turning his face slightly in a poor attempt to hide how hard he felt he was blushing. god, he can feel your perfect tits through the thin fabric of your dress and its despicable. he takes a deep breath. do not pop a boner, ragnvindr, absolutely do not.
“i’ll be in your care, master diluc~” you sing and he wills himself to stay strong.
for once in his life, he thinks he needs another drink.
you find it fun to mess with diluc.
even more so when you’re just a little bit intoxicated.
the way his face turns cherry red, a brilliant shade that nearly rivals his fluffy hair, the way he grumbles and furrows his brows, it all makes you want to kiss him all over. you nuzzle closer to him and he turns a few shades redder, if that was even possible. you grin.
while you’re hanging off of his arm, his phone buzzes, and you tilt your head quizzically up at him as he checks his texts. he rolls his eyes.
“told you they’d be fine,” he says as he shows you a slew of drunk texts from what you could only assume to be his friends.
you zero in on the last two texts, a sneaky little smile growing on your face as you read them.
dont wait up fo rus, bedo ans i cab get qnothwr ride
; ) you hv fufn with ur girly ovr there
“your girly, huh?” you tease.
diluc rolls his eyes as he tucks his phone away, then tugs you closer to him. he steals the cup of alcohol from you and downs it in one go. you gape at him in surprise — he doesn’t even flinch.
“luc—?”
the way he stares at you shuts you right up. his crimson eyes bore into yours, flit down to your lips, then makes eye contact with you once again. you look away from him, breathless.
lord, the things you’d let this man do to you.
he says your name again, gruff this time.
“do you want to find a quieter spot?”
you glance around the two of you, your dreamy little atmosphere shattered when you come to the realization that there are still quite a few people in the kitchen; most are just people looking for drinks, but it seems the party is seeping out here as well. you glance up at the redhead and nod.
he shifts the both of you so that he has an arm wrapped around your waist, and he leads the two of you to a quieter part of the frat — an unoccupied bedroom a bit farther away from the booming bass coming from the living room. you feel impossibly warm like this, right up next to diluc, his large hand idly rubbing along your side as you enter the room. you hold back the dejected sigh that desperately wanted to come out when he lets go of you to close the door, locking it and checking with you just to make sure its okay.
“just so a drunk couple doesn’t come stumbling in,” he murmurs. you nod your head as he walks back up to you. your eyes are instantly drawn to his lips, and you think to yourself how fucking kissable they look right now.
he notices.
he’s confident that you at the least feel attraction to him, and that fills him with enough courage to pull you into his larger frame, his hands making their home on your hips once again. you yelp softly, hands coming up to rest on his chest.
“is this okay?” he asks softly, rubbing soothing circles into your side through the thin fabric of your minidress. you gulp and nod.
“yeah,” you mumble, a warm feeling growing in your tummy. butterflies maybe, whatever it is was driving you nuts.
the drunken girl in you just wants to pull him in and kiss him senseless. but you don’t. you hold on a little longer, that still sober part of you wanting to see what diluc would do next.
he doesn’t disappoint.
he leans closer and closer down to you, his head tilting slightly as his lips meld with yours. the kiss is hot and definitely sloppy; but considering you were both a little tipsy, it wasn’t too bad. not bad at all.
you note that he tastes like cherries.
you think you’re in heaven at this point, especially when the kissing turns into straight up making out, never once separating even though he’s backing you up into the bed. the backs of your knees knock into the mattress and you fall back onto the soft bedding. diluc is quick to follow, chasing your lips with his own.
you’re addicted to the taste of him, cherry flavored lips bruising against your own kiss swollen ones.
“fuck, ‘luc,” you whimper as he hovers above you, lips leaving a blazing hot trail down your jaw and over your neck. you claw at his shoulders, fisting the fabric of his jacket in one hand while the other travels up to card through his hair. he lets out a groan that goes straight to your core and you respond in kind, your legs moving to wrap around his hips so that you had some leverage to grind against him, separated only by the thin layer of your lace panties and his jeans. you’re soaking at this point, chest heaving as he sucks a pretty purple bruise into the tender flesh of your neck.
“i’ve been dreaming about this,” diluc says, voice a low rumble against the sensitive skin of your collar. it sends shivers down your spine.
“have you now?” you reply, kiss bruised lips quirking up in a smile. he nods, ghosting his lips back up your neck before hovering them right above yours.
“been dreamin’ about it since we were assigned lab partners.” he hums. “been goin’ crazy over how perfect you are. so smart, so gorgeous, so fucking perfect.”
his words make the butterflies in your core go wild. it makes you feel light and warm and tingly and you smile even wider.
in response to his words, you tug him gently by the collar of his jacket and smash your lips back against his, trying to convey all the words you wanted to say in this one action. a kiss you hoped felt full of love to him as it felt to you, bodies pressed so tightly together that the only thing that could get you even closer is if you became one.
he whispers your name softly as he pulls away, both of your chests heaving as you catch your breaths. in this moment you take in his flushed face, his swollen lips, his ruby eyes filled with so much adoration for you and only you.
“you’re driving me insane.” you mumble, cupping his face and stroking your thumb along his cheek.
“how d’you think i feel? i’ve been pining after you nearly this whole semester,” diluc chuckles. you laugh softly with him and peck the corner of his lips.
“you have me now, you know. whatever you want. i’m yours.”
“those are some dangerous words, love.”
“i meant what i said, master diluc.”
his eyes narrow slightly as you smirk up with him, knowing the effect those words had on him. it was just a silly joke amongst his friends, but when the words came from you? you knew it drove him crazy.
“it goes both ways, love. you are mine just as much as i am yours.”
what a sap.
you pull him down for another feverish kiss, his hands drifting down to pull the dress up your body. he pulls back and nearly groans at the sight of all your curves on display, pushing your dress even further up to reveal your chest, heaving up and down with each breath you take.
“no bra?” he hums softly, more of an observation than a question.
“it would’ve shown in the back,” you reply, raising your arms so that he could pull the piece of fabric up and over your head.
he tosses it over his shoulder, bringing his hands up to knead at your sensitive tits. it makes you arch your back, letting out a small whimper when he rolls a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“you like that?” he asks softly, leaning down to kiss in the valley of your breasts. you nod your head desperately.
“feels good,” you respond, gripping his shoulders tightly. if he minds, he doesn’t show it, laving his tongue over the soft skin of your chest before taking your left nipple in his mouth while he plays with the right.
“fuck.” you curse, tangling a hand in his hair as he smirks up at you. he releases your tit from his grip in favor of bringing his hand down to your panties, pausing as his hands ghost over your slit through your panties.
“you’re soaked…” he murmurs, rubbing gentle circles over your clit. your hips jerk slightly at the contact and you let out a whine. you needed more.
“s’all for you,” you breathe out, moving your hips against his hand. he tuts, stilling you with one hand.
he smiles down at you. “have patience love.” he waits until you’ve settled before hooking his fingers in the waistband of your underwear, pulling the article down your legs oh so painfully slow. you bite your lip in anticipation.
once the flimsy fabric is dangling around one of your ankles he kneels, throwing your legs over his shoulders. you can feel his breath ghost over your core. you shudder.
“you’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?” he asks, looking up at you. he waits for you to make eye contact with him and you gulp. he squeezes your thigh, “i’m waiting.”
“y-yes,” you whine, goosebumps rising on your skin where he kisses over the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh.
“good. now stay still for me, okay? i’ll make you feel good. promise.”
true to his word, he slowly drags his tongue up your slit, drawing out a soft noise from you. he lets out an appreciative hum as he plays with your clit, tongue drawing circles around the twitching bud.
you needed more.
so you ran one of your hands through his hair, gripping the fluffy red strands and pushing his face towards your dripping cunt. he chuckles, amused, before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking.
you gasp out, tugging again, and he responds by slipping two fingers into your clenching hole. the sensation has you crying out in pleasure as he slowly twists his digits, pumping them in and out, working in tandem with his mouth on your clit. it has you seeing stars.
“diluc, diluc, diluc,” you chant, trying to grind your hips against his face, but his other hand grips your hip tightly as his other continues to pump in and out of your cunt. he slows down to add a third finger, drawing a long moan from you, pulling back from you to properly watch your face.
“so fucking beautiful,” he says as he curves his fingers just right, watching as you crumble and fall apart. your hole spasms around him and you mutter curses, repeating the words “so close, so close, so close,” as he continues to hit that spot inside you.
the tightly wound coil in your tummy snaps when he puts his lips back on your pussy, licking up all your juices and sucking at your sensitive spot. you tug harshly at his hair and he groans, not in pain but in pleasure, continuing to lap up all of your essence as you twitch beneath him. he withdraws his fingers slowly but continues with his mouth, addicted to the taste of you.
“luc, m’ sensitive, please,” you gasp, hips twitching and thighs closing around his head. he tortures you for a few longer moments before pulls back, satisfied.
when you make eye contact with him, he makes a show of licking his lips and it has you immediately looking away, face burning in embarrassment.
“you taste good.” he mumbles, kissing his way back up to your face. he hovers over you with a sly grin before he kisses you, long and sweet, the taste of you lingering on his lips and tongue still.
you found that incredibly sexy.
“i do,” you grin up at him when he pulls away and he rolls his eyes playfully. “now c’mon, you’re still wearing too much.”
he hadn’t even realized that he was still fully dressed — he was solely focused on you and your pleasure that it had slipped his mind.
“lets fix that, shall we?” you hum as you sit up, tugging at the hem of his hoodie. he helps you pull the article of clothing up and over his head along with his shirt, and you just can’t help yourself as you ogle his muscles. he lets out a hum as you run a hand up his bicep and along his pecs, suddenly yelping as you playfully pinch one of his nipples.
“careful now,” diluc warns you and swats at your hand, raising an eyebrow as you giggle and move to run your hands up and down his abs.
“couldn’t help myself!” you sing, now toying with the hem of his jeans. “they’re just so cute.”
he rolls his eyes. “and you’re just so cute i could gobble you up.” he says sarcastically, loosening his belt and letting you push down the denim article. his bulge strains against the fabric of his boxers, stained with precum. you lick your lips.
“i’ll let you taste me another time, darling. i want this to be all about you.”
you blink up at him with a tilt of your head.
“are you sure—?”
“positive.”
he hooks his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down, his cock springing out and slapping his toned stomach.
you think you’re drooling.
to be honest, you probably are.
he steps out of the fabric and sits himself next to you, pulling your hips so that you straddle his waist. the heat of his cock is so close to your aching cunt and you let out a little whine, obediently placing your hands on his shoulders. he lets out an appreciative hum.
“so wet for me baby. you wanna keep goin’?”
“i do, i do,” you mumble back, hand grasping his pulsing cock and lining it up with your slit. you both let out a groan as the fat tip breaches you, feeling nice and full as you sink lower and lower on him. he gives your hips a squeeze as you spear yourself on his cock, and you let out a mewl as he bottoms out.
“so tight, fuck, feel s’good baby,” he groans into the crook of your neck, gripping your hips tighter as you draw them in a circle. it’s so filling, so fucking much all at once, and your mouth drops open as you pant and whine atop him. “luc, so big, it’s so much..”
“you can do it.” he urges you, guiding you to gently bounce on top of him. you let out a soft cry as you rise high enough to leave only the tip inside before you’re dropping back down rhythmically, your fingernails gripping his shoulders.
but its not enough. you’re shaking as you move, thighs burning with exertion as you bounce on him, guided by his rough hands on you. it’s so much all at once and yet not enough at all and you’re babbling nonsense to him.
sensing your plight, he suddenly stands with you in his arms. he bounces you once, making you cry out in pleasure, before he’s gently setting you to lay on the bed as he pulls your hips flush to his. once he’s sure you’re settled, he gives your thighs a squeeze.
“let me know if it’s too much, okay?” is all he says before he’s pounding away, making you see stars.
you cry out his name like a prayer, scratching at his back as he leans over you and pistons his hips into yours. he brushes the spot that makes you cream around him, creating a nice little ring around the base of his cock.
“so good, so good, fuck! don’t stop, please,” you ramble breathlessly, nails leaving angry red trails down his back. he doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, he takes it in stride, mercilessly hitting your sweet spot over and over and over again.
“cum for me baby, c’mon,” he grunts, reaching between the two of you to rub your clit in tight circles. your back arches off the bed, pulling yourself flush to him as you cry out in pleasure, pulsing around his cock. he fucks you through your high, chasing his own, letting out the prettiest groan as he pulls out of you. he twitches as his cum spurts over your pretty little cunt, onto your stomach and thighs, making a mess. you hold eachother tightly as you recover, seemingly catching your breaths in sync. neither of you seem to mind.
he flops on the bed next to you, pulling you to his chest.
“feelin’ okay?” he asks, stroking your hair gently. you nod.
“feeling amazing, to be honest.” you grin at him, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose. this draws a smile from him and you feel a swell of pride in your chest. it’s not often that diluc smiles at you like that.
“you oughta smile like that more,” you murmur, pressing your forehead to his. he pulls you tight against him.
“maybe. only for you.”
“it’s a deal.”
he lets the two of you bask in the afterglow a little longer before he presses a kiss to your forehead and gets up. you whine at the loss of warmth, quickly followed by a yelp as you feel a ball of fabric hit you gently in the side.
“i’ll take you home. lemme get you some towels for.. y’know.” he trails off, feeling a little ashamed about what he had done. “sorry about that.”
you grin at him, watching as he digs through the closet for a washcloth before he throws one that looks clean enough at you.
“be careful with that thing. still in a frat and whatnot,” he quips as you wipe at the mess on your pelvis. you giggle.
“i’ll take a nice shower when i get home, don’t worry.”
he helps you get dressed before he dresses himself, hooking an arm around your waist as he leads you out and to his car.
you wake up the next morning with a killer hangover and sore legs.
as you roll over, your phone pings with a notification. you slap your hand around the nightstand for it, letting out a triumphant sound once you grasp the device.
wiping at your bleary eyes, you open your lockscreen.
diluc❤️: want to grab a coffee?
you grin widely as you hurriedly text him back.
you: i’ll be ready in 10 :)
you think that you’ll wear your cherry flavored lip gloss. just for him.
anywyas hi friends it was my birthday yesterday :) i’ve been workin on a lil sumn sumn new howwweeverrrrrrr i’ve got a new blog set up so i may be migrating over there. i’m not sure if i’ll be advertising it publicly but if we’re mutuals and u want to stay connected i can give it to u when i’m settled in !!
TL;DR -> do not dehumanize people just because it's the internet (i.e, do not consider people content machines who are made to fulfill your thirsty necessities.) do ask yourself why are people stopping posting before "[hating] being harsh" (and then proceeding to be harsh af.) with this mindset, fandom's gonna end up dying (it already is.)
this is literally one of the answers.
look, i've read answers such as 'i don't think rbing is necessary', 'i don't reblog because i'm lazy' (which are enraging, yeah), but i don't think any answer has been as maddening as this one is.
if i say it's a writing blog, first of all it is because I SAY IT, which means it's my blog. Which means I get to post whatever I want. Which means I get to post anything besides writing.
Second of all — and I speak for myself when I say this — literally the 97% of my reblogs are reblogs that support content creators, which is not limited to writing (this includes fanart and gifmaking. Do I reblog shitposting, make it, or reblog misc? yes, but i am indeed allowed to do so. Which is also the point of this blog.)
Bothered? Then don't threaten with a mass unfollow, do it. Seriously, I could not care less about someone who thinks of me as a machine rather than a human being who is allowed to have other interests besides writing. You can also block tags if so you desire.
And, last:
You don't care? Good for you. But this does not enable you to say people "cry about lack of engagement when they haven't posted anything in months", when writing/creating content takes time, effort that feels gone to waste, when people say they're too lazy to reblog, or because they don't deem it necessary, just jump to another fic, they're shy, doesn't fit their aesthetic, etc (which, mind you, takes just an additional tap of your phone, compared to just liking). -> mind you, all of these answers are not invented, they're all taken from the survey.
TL;DR -> do not dehumanize people just because it's the internet. do not consider people content machines who are made to fulfill your thirsty necessities. do ask yourself why are people stopping posting before "[hating] being harsh" (and then proceeding to be harsh af.) with this mindset, fandom's gonna end up dying (it already is.)
for anyone wondering how the results are going... i think this might answer your question.
lol heeeyyyy guyssss….. i think i wanna restart again but on a completey clean slate .. ? gosh i rlly like this url tho i dont wanna get rid of it </3 we’ll see what happens. maybe i’ll make a grand return of some sort
your friendly reminder to never be afraid to send your fav writers asks/comments on how you like their works <3 you’re not being annoying at all, and 90% of the time you make their day much better by doing so ٩(˘◡˘)۶
Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):
“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.
“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.
“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.
“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”
“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”
“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.
i remembered that the new little haikyuu chapter dropped awhile ago and ...... methinks i might be returning to my roots..... just a little bit........
me when i disappear for an unspecified amnt of time because i lose all interest in writing and reading and then come back bc i miss writing but still unsure of if i can find that spark again
