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ahh u managed to get taylor tix congrats!!!! also i was wondering which show u will be attending (only if you’re comfortable letting me know 😁) and how long did u have to wait in the queue? i was in the queue for 3 hrs trying to get a ticket for the singapore show but the presale tix were sold out right before it was my turn which was pretty frustrating… and i found out im in the waitlist which isn’t rlly calming nerves considering the amount of ppl who also got waitlisted 😭

omg hi nonnie!!

okay i'm going to one of the shows in the states here *(all i'll say for privacy sake lol) and i had to wait for about an hour and a half in the queue before i could get tickets

no i totally agree the ticketing system was a straight nightmare, five of my friends applied for the presale, including me six, and i was the only one who got in. not to mention ticketmaster kept crashing on me so my sell time was rescheduled (literally had to get my tickets in the middle of my lecture)

i'm so sorry you weren't able to get tix yet, honestly it was such a shitshow here i can't imagine the process elsewhere, but i really hope you get your tickets - idk much about the waitlist process but one of ym friends was on it and she didn't hear back about tickets at all which was so frustrating. i really hope you're able to go tho, the show looks so fun

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PLATONIC INTERPRETATIONS OF CHARACTER DYNAMICS ARENT ANY LESS VALID THAN ROMANTIC ONES PELASEE

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everyone else: omg 3.8 update!!!

me: COUNTDOWN TO FONTAINE

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FONTAINE TRAILER’S GONNA GET ME BACK INTO GENSHIN

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reckless driver | tartaglia

modern au - they’re driving lol

“you kissed me.”

you only shake your head as childe stares at you, “keep your eyes on the road.”

and he only blinks, “you kissed me.”

so you turn to him. “why aren’t your eyes on the road?” he doesn’t waiver, so you try again, “why are you staring at me?”

his eyes are still on you, absolutely dumbfounded. “at the red light,” he mumbles. “you kissed me, why?”

your eyes leave his the second his lock yours, “you’re going too fast ajax,” you tell him. “please just keep your eyes forward.”

but he doesn’t waiver, “answer my question,”and you can hear a lilt of desparation in his voice. “what did it mean to you?”

“ajax,” you stutter, “what?”

“what do i mean to you?”

and you hesitate, “i don’t know,” before your eyes turn back to the road, “please, just keep your eyes forward. let’s just focus on getting back.”

“you don’t know?”

“i don’t,” you repeat voice becoming more stern before your eyes turn wide. “ajax, the light’s red.”

and his foot slams the breaks, sending you both lunging forward.

“what the hell,” you exclaim. “please, keep your eyes on the road, if you need to talk we can pull over.”

“i know what it mean to me,” ajax cuts in.

and you only sigh, “okay then.”

“ask me.”

“ask you what?”

“what the kiss meant.”

“if i do will you focus on the road?”

and he nods, “yes.”

“okay,” you mumble, stomach beginning to churn. “what did it mean to you?”

“it meant that some part of you feels as i do,” ajax starts as a car honks behind you both, the light unknowingly shifted green. “that some part of you felt spurred enough to do the one thing i’ve always dreamed of,” he continues as he moves forward, eyes now fixed on the road ahead.

“i kissed you,” you mumble to no one in particular.

“yes, you did.”

“do you like me?” you softly question.

he answers not even a beat later, “of course i do.”

you hesitate, “do you love me?”

“yes i do,” he answers before a beat of silence passes. “do you love me?” he asks you.

and all you can do is remain silent.

he turns to you as you continue to avoid his gaze, eyes now fixated on the open road ahead. “do you love me?”

“ajax,” you start. “you said you’d focus on the road.”

he only asks once more, “do you love me?”

“not in the way you want me to.”

now he’s the one who goes silent, breath hitching as he stares into the distance, gaze just barely focused on the still straight ahead on the road. the two of you hit another stop light, neither saying a word before ajax continues on.

you glance at the dashboard as the car’s engine revs louder as he makes a right turn, “you’re speeding up,” you point out.

but he only asks once more, “why did you kiss me?”

“you’re speeding up,” you point once more. “ajax, please slow down.”

he meets your gaze, “because i love you.”

“ajax, you’re going too fast.”

“that kiss meant everything to me.”

you turn to him, meeting his gaze with nothing but desparation in your eyes, “ajax please slow down, please focus we’re going to crash.”

but he only asks you softly, eyes pleading for an answer.

“did it mean nothing to you?”

your eyes turn back to the road, widening when you see what’s ahead. “ajax,” you exclaim, hand urgently hitting the center console. “you gotta stop.”

but his eyes only remain on you, recklessly speeding up as if all he can do is beg you for an answer.

“why did you kiss me? please, just answer”

“ajax st-”

based on reckless driver by lizzy mcalpine :)

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[kairakeiji]

when's that suna series coming back? i loved it so much i need more.

silent, sweet, stolen.

when suna thinks of his relationship with you, that’s all that comes to mind: stolen moments, quick interactions, a secret covertly kept from wandering eyes.

he knows why: his fans (despite only being a high schooler for crying out loud), your rival like nature to the masses (the supposed game), but it mostly still was due to your love for the thrill, the rush of hiding, the adrenaline of affection in secret. suna was mostly game for it too, he’d never turn down a chase or a thrill, especially when you were involved.

“i like them.”

well, that was at least until his best friend voiced out his crush for his partner.

“i like yn.”

“it’s about time you admit it,” osamu scoffs sitting down next to his brother.

“you knew?” atsumu laughs.

“of course i did,” osamu answers. “don’t think i don’t catch you staring at them.”

atsumu’s grin grows wider, almost as if he can’t control it. “yeah, and i think they-”

“are you gonna do anything about it?” suna cuts in.

the twins look at suna across the table, his poker face unknowingly beginning to show cracks.

“i mean,” atsumu laughs, “i might ask them out.”

“you will?” osamu’s eyes go wide.

“you might,” suna mumbles, the chopsticks between his fingers now seconds from snapping.

atsumu runs a hand through his hair, “i have no clue if i should. i mean, do you think they like me?”

“they might,” osamu mumbles. “they’ve turned down a lot of people in the past though.”

“they said they weren’t ready for a relationship,” suna adds. “remember that one time that kid from their math class?”

he remembers it well, the pride from you saying no, the way you both snuck up to the roof when no one was looking, the way you kissed him to reassure him before he-

suna blinks, he’s getting off track.

“but what if they are?” osamu tries. “and what if they’re ready for one with atsumu?” he jokes nudging his brother.

“you’re being oddly supportive,” atsumu mumbles.

“well they haven’t dated anyone in awhile, and neither have you,” osamu explains. “i see how you both interact, and besides, there’s no harm in trying.”

a grin appears on atsumu’s face, “you’re right. i think i’ll at least try.”

and suna’s stomach twists.

“try what?”

you stand over suna with a grin on your face as the boys turn to you.

“nothing,” atsumu quickly replies.

your eyes narrow, grin growing wider as you sit down next to suna, “what were you talking about?”

“nothing,” osamu waves off. “how was your class?”

“stupid,” you answer dully before turning to his twin, “what are you trying?”

there’s a slight blush on his face, “it’s really nothing, i’ll tell you later.”

“you better,” you grin.

and suna does a mental facepalm.

“after school then,” atsumu nods.

“sure,” you answer.

and his stomach twists even tighter.

“atsumu,” suna cuts in.

“what’s up?”

“i have something i need to tell you.”

and that gets the attention of the entire table.

“woah,” atsumu’s eyes widen slightly. “you’re never this serious.”

“is it important?” osamu questions.

and suna looks toward you.

“it is.”

your eyes widen as his eyes plead with you.

and you get his question instantly. “are you sure?” you whisper.

“i need to,” he almost begs. “you win, you won.”

“i win,” you mumble.

“you’ll continue to win until the very end if you please, i’ll give up for you any time,” suna confesses. “i just want this game to end.”

“rin,” you sigh.

“we’ll play a billion more,” he tells you, bringing a grin to your face. “just let me lose this one.”

and you nod, “okay,” before turning to the twins now with knit brows and tilted heads. “we have something to tell you.”

“what is it?” atsumu answers almost softly.

suna lets out a breath.

“we’re together.”

kairakeiji renaissance eraa: i'm still a bit rusty lol but i hope you all liked this hehe

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…I WANNA WANNA WANNA TAKE YOU TO THE BASICS

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i missed UU!! i still reread ur works xx😭💗💗

i missed you too :(( and omg aaah do you really??? that makes me so happy😭

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IM GOOD BUT RAAAAAH IMY SM HOW HAVE YOU BEEN??!

i also accidentally deleted my old blog. So we started over. LMAO

aaaah i’m so so glad to hear that!!

i’ve been good!! so so much has happened since i like actually was last on here LMAOOO but noooo 😭😭 tbf tho that fresh start must’ve felt so nice hahah

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BAE HI

MAI SHUT UP HI ANGEL HRU??? <3

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hi blog

i missed you :)

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OMG HI CAL I MISSED U (even tho i see u living ur best life on bereal)

BUB OMG HI BABY I MISSED YOU SO MUCH (no totally living for you and your crochet projects on bereal fr fr)

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why did everyone come back here when i was still out like bro…

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a/n: modern/uni au :)

thoma can’t focus.

no matter how hard he tries, none of the information in his government class is registering in his head. it felt as if it was going in one ear and out the other. he’s trying, he truly is. after all, he needs the good grade in the class. he’s doing everything he does in his usual learning pattern. he’s taking notes, he’s listening intently to the lecture, he even sat close to the front so he’d be less likely to get sidetracked. everything he’s doing spells out perfect student, well everything except answering questions in class.

that’s where you seemed to beat him to the punch, where you beat everyone actually. no matter what the topic of the day was, no matter what the lecture was about you continued to answer the questions other people in the class were scared to answer. maybe that’s where thoma was screwing up. sure, he was listening to the lecture, but he seemed to pay more attention when he heard you answer. sure, he’s taking notes, but they were mostly scribbles about your answers (without even giving them any kind of relevance or context). and sure, he’s sitting in the front of the class, but that also means he’s sitting next to you, the person’s who’s voice and kind smile he can’t seem to get of.

no matter what way thoma looked at it, every issue with his concentration seemed to tie back to you.

he needs some kind of solution, and he needs one fast. it’s a fact he realizes a bit sooner rather than later when he gets his first test score back, a big red C+ on the top left of the page.

if he doesn’t learn how to focus in this class, his gpa is absolutely done for.

his head hits his desk on seeing the test score. he thought it was easy, he really did. thoma was flying through the questions, able to answer all of them effortlessly.

it just seemed as if all those answers he was so confident about were wrong.

thoma hears a laugh, “are you okay?”

no, he’s not, he figures you’d be smart enough to figure that out yourself.

but he still turns to you anyway, heart skipping a beat as you laugh and give him a small wave, one that he returns despite his rather contrasting atttitude.

“i’m fine,” he mumbles, as he sits up, not missing the A at the top of your paper. “i just thought i’d get a better score that’s all.”

“cheer up,” you tell him with a smile. “the first test is always the one people do terrible on.”

and your words feel a bit half hearted considering the 97% at the top of your page.

“people don’t understand the test formats or how the questions are worded,” you explain. “there’s always some confusion with the first exam. so don’t worry! you’ll do better next time.”

and thoma’s wondering if those words rang true to you. after all, it’s only a matter of time until you’re sitting next to him with a 97% on your test while he’s still stuck at a 77%.

but he still grins anyway, “thanks, i appreciate that,” before sighing. “man, i just can’t understand the topics,” he tells you.

“what don’t you understand?” you question.

he laughs, a clipped laugh, but a laugh nonetheless, “everything,” he answers. “i just can’t seem to understand the concepts.”

yeah, thoma thinks, it’s because of you, the person who’s trying to console him, but even then he still doesn’t have it in him to be frustrated with you.

after all, that smile of yours is very pretty.

you think to yourself for a moment, “well, what if i helped you?”

and mentally, thoma refuses. he can’t pay attention around you, he can’t focus around you. what more if you were tutoring him by yourself, one on one, alone.

he just doesn’t see how it could be in his best interests.

so he shakes his head, “it’s fine,” he shrugs. “you’re probably busy with other stuff anyway, i wouldn’t wanna bother you.”

“it’s not a bother,” you answer instantly, voice a bit louder than you intended. “if anything, teaching you can help me get more familiar with the concepts.”

thoma’s certain you don’t need that, especially with the way you answer every question in his class.

“but don’t you have activities and stuff after school?”

“i’m free on tuesdays?”

oh, what a coincidence, he is too.

and thoma thinks for a moment. on one hand, you’re the reason why he can’t focus, why he can’t seem to concentrate in class. but on the other hand, the thought of spending more time with you makes his heart race, and he’s still not too sure why. plus, you’re offering to tutor him for free, something that a broke college kid like him could defintely benefit from.

so he sighs, a hint of pink staining his cheeks when he finally caves, “sounds good to me then.”

you smile, “alright then, i can meet you in the library in the B building around 2 ish?”

“sounds perfect,” he tells you, heartbeat racing.

you nod, “then i’ll see you then thoma.”

and, despite your usually incresdible intelligence, you miss the now prominent blush on thoma’s cheeks as you begin to pack up your things.

“i’ll see you then,” he says before you walk out. and as you walk out the door, his head ends up back on his desk. you’re the root of his problems. the sole reason why he can’t concentrate. yet here he is, mentally celebrating at the fact that you offered to help him.

there’s a grin on his face, one that grows when he thinks about seeing you on tuesday.

and thoma realizes that maybe you weren’t the root of his problems, but the solutions he’s been looking for.

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[01:13]

“hello?”

“hi,” you manage to hiccup.

“yn?” iwaizumi questions on the other side of the line. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you mumble.

“are you sure?” iwaizumi questions, not stupid enough to miss the way you slur your words together. “tonight was your prom night, wasn’t it?”

“it was,” you tell him slowly.

“did you have fun?”

a beat of silence follows, “it would’ve been better with you here.”

and he only sighs, “you know i’m in tokyo right?”

“yeah.”

“and you’re in the states right?”

another moment of hesitation, “yeah.”

so he tries again, “did you have fun?”

and this time you answer him honestly.

“no.”

“why is that?”

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he’s tired.

sure, that’s easy to decipher by the way his chest races to catch his breath or the sweat that drips from his forehead. but this is a new type of exhaustion that atsumu had yet to face.

“once more then never again.”

your whispers sting like no other when he recalls how he got you back into bed. an arrangement created off a drunken mistake and the best sex the two of you had ever had. one turned to three then five then ten and before you knew it, atsumu handed you a key to his apartment, claiming it’d always be open to you despite still being friends.

it’s infuriating, the way you just pull him in for more, the way you tempt him to confess everytime he sees you the next morning, his shirt draped over your figure as you pour two mugs of coffee. he’s sure he loves you, he’s sure he doesn’t want to see anyone else standing at his kitchen counter other than you.

but the label you’re adamant on keeping keeps him from truly having what he wants.

atsumu would be a fool to notice it, the distance, the way you seemed to refuse to come over, and the way you never stayed the night when you did. he’s watching you slip from his grasp, become out of his reach, and there’s nothing he can do to bring you back to him.

and now you’re buttoning up your shirt, brushing your hair back into place instead of staying in bed with him.

“you’re leaving?” atsumu questions as he sits up.

“i am,” you answer rather simply.

“okay,” he mumbles. “any reason why?”

“i’m busy tomorrow ‘tsumu,” you tell him. “i won’t be able to stay here tonight.”

“you used to be able to,” he counters. “whenever you were busy you’d always make sure to stay the night.”

“well,” you miss a beat. “i just can’t now okay?”

but he continues to pry more, “and why’s that?”

and you hesitate once more, “i just can’t okay?”

“okay fuck this,” atsumu cuts in, voice growing sharper. “are we dating?”

“atsumu what-”

“or are we just fucking? are we even friends at this point? because it doesn’t fucking feel like that anymore.”

“atsumu,” you mumble.

“god i don’t even know anymore,” he almost laughs before running his hands through his hair. atsumu meets your gaze.

“what do you want?”

your eyes widen, “what?”

“if i’ve really just turned into a quick fuck for you then i’d rather us stop being friends.”

you shake your head instantly, “tsumu no no no it’s not like that i swear.”

“then what’s it like then?” he’s close to shouting, doing his best to bite his tongue because he knows he’ll regret it for the rest of his life if he took that tone with you. “because i feel like i’ve barely seen you other than when we’re in bed together-”

“atsumu fuck it’s not like that, i just wanna go before my feelings get any worse!”

the boy’s heart almost stops in his chest at the sudden outburst. your eyes go wide before you quickly cover your mouth. “shit i wasn’t supposed to say that.”

“you have feelings for me?”

you let out a sigh at the boy’s words. “are you really just that stupid?”

“hey!”

“i made it so obvious,” you groan, running a hand through your hair. “that’s why i started distancing, because they were only gonna ruin what we had.”

“it’s not,” he mumbles under his breath. “it really won’t.”

“so if you’ll excuse me i’m gonna he-”

“come back to bed.”

“atsumu,” you sigh. “i really shouldn’t.”

“please,” he tries, “come back to bed, and let’s talk this out.”

and you shake your head instantly, “there’s really no need.”

“there is,” he cuts in, “because i like you too, and i would very much like for you to come back to bed.”

you freeze up at his words, stiffening your hold on your stuff before meeting his gaze, and it’s only then that you realize he truly means every word.

“please?” he tries once more.

and you can only sigh as your bag drops to the floor, opting to let the man you love hold you in his arms once more.

[kairakeiji]

hi everyone! long time no see <3

i first just wanted to say happy new year! i hope this year is full of nothing but prosperity and happiness for each and every one of you. 

second, i just wanted to say that this blog is officially archived!! after spending over two years on tumblr my time has come to an end. if you would like to keep up with me i’ll be on twitter @calyaine if you would like to stop by <3

also i know my pinned is a bit hard to get to right now so i’ll link masterlists for haikyuu, tokyo revengers, and genshin impact here in case you’d like to revisit my work. 

it’s been such a joy writing and i’m so grateful to everyone i’ve met here, you all mean the world to me. 

until we meet again,

calista <3

regular navi here <3