#i hope i'm not breaking the rules of the event using gray

[madeline-kahn]

@PSCENTRAL EVENT 11: 2023 RELEASES RAINBOWBOW GIFS GOOD THINGS COME IN PAIRS EVENT

Barbie and Oppenheimer in theaters July 21st

[luminous-letters]

hello! for your event, may i request "i wish i knew you wanted me" with leona? congrats on 1k!!!

omg thank you so much anon 💛✨

also, i'm so sorry for answering so late 😭

To The Very Last Letter

"Oi, Leona! This stuff's yours right?" Ruggie tossed the small cardboard box in Leona's direction.

It wasn't eye-catching in any way. The box had the color gray, it was barren and worn. One would've mistaken it for another one of the things Leona scatters around, only to forget it later.

"Where'd you even get this?" Leona said, analyzing it from the outside.

"Savanaclaw's new house warden sent it here. You should be thankful that the guy hadn't thrown it away."

Savanaclaw. He hadn't heard that name for years now. How was the dorm doing? Is the botanical garden the same cozy place it was then? Has Crewel gotten wrinkles? How's the herbivore and that gremlin doing?

"How are those two?"

"Well, they're Assistant Headmaster something something. Kind of forgot the details. But they're doing pretty well if that's what you were wondering about," Ruggie shrugged.

The news made him feel a little at ease. As much as he'd like to have a chat between tea, he had so much paperwork left to do. The kingdom, legal stuff, trade, memos he needed to sign, and foreign affairs. Needless to say, he's got a lot on his plate.

Or maybe that's just an excuse for being lazy?

"Is this...?"

Thin stacks of letters were the contents of the box. They had a wide range of colors, some white, some orange, some even had more colors than one. All of them, no doubt, were the ones you sent him a while back.

"Ruggie, make sure the squirt goes to his lessons this time. That old baboon wouldn't shut up if he misses it again."

"Just like his Unca Leona," Ruggie snickered.

"Can't have our future king slacking off is all."

The hyena paused for a moment. It's been seven years since Leona assumed the throne, and seven years since the former king passed. He had agreed to be temporary king, to reign until Cheka had come of age and was fit to rule over Sunset Savannah. The wear and stress of the position took its toll on him.

Leona looked nothing like the proud house warden he once was. The circles under his eyes grew larger and more defined with the weeks. And he'd rarely see him come out of his office, and his eyes never looked dimmer than it was.

"Fine, fine. Take a break when you're done."

"I doubt I could even if I wanted to."

With Ruggie out the door, Leona was left with the mountains of paperwork and the stack of your letters.

"These could wait," he glanced at the box, putting it away in a drawer.

The night turned to day and night again. The towers of paper were reduced greatly by now. Meaning, that he had some time to slack off until the next hour.

The coffee on his desk had gone cold, and the bread turned stale from the hours of ignoring it. But it was still a good snack as any, he thought, too occupied to be bothered to ask for a new batch.

He decided that rereading your little letters would be better than staring at nothing. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't sleep. It felt like even the slightest neglect would result in everything he worked hard for to come crashing down. For all of the respect he's earned to turn into dust again.

"Alright, herbivore, let's see what you got."

The first letter was purple, with the mark of Octavinelle printed on the lower right corner in faint gold color.

To Leona Kingscholar,

Hey there. I hope this letter finds you well.

I wanted to thank you for your help back there. If it weren't for you, Grim and I would probably be on the streets.

I asked Jack what kind of food you liked. And he answered me with, "Expensive meat, probably." He had the same answer as Ruggie, so I went for it.

The ingredients were hard to procure, but Octavinelle lent us a few madols to compensate. And the ghosts told me they could help me make it.

So, I wanted to invite you for a feast. Ramshackle, at 7:30 p.m. You're not obligated to come, but I'd feel so much better if you would.

—Sincerely, MC

The memory earned a chuckle from him. He remembered how you waited for him on your dorm's porch. He couldn't forget how you looked like you were about to fall asleep right then and there.

He picked out another one, multicolored, with red, black, and gold. It was richly decorated with bundles of blue and yellow as if it was screaming 'rich!' at the top of its lungs.

To Leona Kingscholar,

Can you believe it? Jamil held us hostage! If we knew it would've ended up like that we never would've helped him in the kitchen.

Enough of that, how's your winter break so far? Does it snow back there? Or is it just cold? If it did, I bet you'd look goofy wearing a sweater. Do you have to wear something to warm your tail too?

That's pretty much all I wanted to say. I look forward to your return. Who knows, there might be a surprise waiting for you.

—Herbivore

A plush toy. That's what was waiting for him. You got him a small lion plushie as a gift. Reluctantly, he accepted it anyway. To this day, it's still neatly stored in one of his closets.

The third one was a vibrant hue of purple. It was laced with gold on the edges and had a kind of sheen.

To Leona,

Hey, how are things?

The VDC turned out better than I anticipated. I should give credit to Vil for helping us all throughout.

I was looking for you in the crowd. But I couldn't find anywhere I looked. Maybe you were busy with final stage maintenance?

That's too bad, I was hoping that you'd come see their performance. Who knew Ace and Deuce had some good moves up their sleeve?

Hey, Leona, if it's not too much trouble... Would you like to join me for dinner? There's a new restaurant in town. Cater sent me a few pictures of the venue, and I couldn't help but think of Savanaclaw.

Hoping for a reply.

—Sincerely, Herbivore

He hadn't sent a reply.

The last one of the four was more formal. It was black, decorated with little lines of gold. And the seal of NRC was still intact.

"I haven't seen this one before..."

To Leona Kingscholar,

Congratulations. As your fellow schoolmate, I'm here to bid you farewell. We had a good school year together, don't you think?

After this you'll be out on the field, no? That's what Cater told me. Then it means you won't be around much. That's a shame, I'll miss you napping around the botanical garden for sure.

No joke, I'll really miss having you around. But don't let that hold you back. I'm sure you'll be known as the great wizard you are. Don't give up and keep looking forward.

Pardon the cheesiness.

We plan on holding a farewell party for all the seniors. I hope you can stop by Ramshackle, Grim and I've prepared a lot of good food.

That, and I want to tell you something. I honestly wanted to tell you this in person, but I'm worried that you might not come. I don't want to waste this opportunity to tell you that...

Leona Kingscholar, I love you.

—Your Herbivore, MC

Leona put away the letters. The gray box was stowed away in his drawer, he doesn't know when he'll be taking it out soon.

"If I had known, I would've loved you... I would've..."

When did he start crying?

He retired for the night, not in the mood for work.

[anitaawhitney]

Some of my 4 favourite lines in 'The Tortured Poets Department'

Fortnight

All of this to say, I hope you're okay But you're the reason And no one here's to blame But what about your quiet treason?

The Tortured Poets Department

But you're in self-sabotage mode Throwing spikes down on the road But I've seen this episode and still love the show Who else decodes you?

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

Put me back on my shelf But first, pull the string And I'll tell you that he runs Because he loves me (He loves me)

Down Bad

In a field in my same old town That somehow seems so hollow now They'll say I'm nuts if I talk about The existence of you

So Long, London

And you say I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it My white knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment And my friends said it isn’t right to be scared Every day of a love affair, every breath feels like rarest air

But Daddy, I Love Him

I'd rather burn my whole life down Than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin' I'll tell you something about my good name It's mine alone to disgrace

Fresh Out The Slammer

Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter He was with her in dreams Gray and blue and fights and tunnels Handcuffed to the spell I was under

Florida!!!

Little did you know your home's really only A town you're just a guest in So you work your life away just to pay For a time-share down in Destin

Guilty as Sin?

I hadn't heard it in a while My boredom's bone-deep This cage was once just fine Am I allowed to cry?

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is? Then say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did? I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

They shook their heads saying, "God, help her" when I told them he's my man

But your good lord didn't need to lift a finger I can fix him, no, really, I can (No, really, I can) Woah, maybe I can't

loml

What a bland goodbye The coward claimed he was a lion I'm combing through the braids of lies I'll never leave, never mind

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart

I can hold my breath I've been doing it since he left I keep finding his things in drawers Crucial evidence, I didn't imagine the whole thing

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years will all this be declassified? And you'll confess why you did it And I'll say, "Good riddance"

The Alchemy

Hey, you, what if I told you we'rе cool? That child's play back in school Is forgiven under my rule I haven't come around in so long

Clara Bow

Only when your girlish glow flickers just so Do they let you know It’s hell on Earth to be heavenly Them's the breaks, they don't come gently

The Black Dog

I am someone who until recent events You shared your secrets with And your location, you forgot to turn it off And so I watch as you walk

imgonnagetyouback

And I'll tell you one thing, honey I can take the upper hand and touch your body Flip the script and leave you like a dumb house party Or I might just love you 'til the end

The Albatross

"One less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen" Locked me up in towers But I'd visit in your dreams And they tried to warn you about me

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

I changed into goddesses, villains, and fools Changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules All to outrun my desertion of you And you just watched it

How Did It End

Guess who we ran into at the shops? Walking in circles like she was lost Didn't you hear? They called it all off

So High School

Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me It's just a game, but really I'm bettin' on all three for us two Get my car door, isn't that sweet?

I Hate It Here

Secret gardens in my mind People need a key to get to The only one is mine I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child

thanK you aIMee

And it wasn't a fair fight, or a clean kill Each time that Aimee stomped across my grave And then she wrote headlines In the local paper, laughing at each baby step I'd take

I Look in People’s Windows

I look in people’s windows In case you’re at their table What if your eyes looked up and met mine One more time

The Prophecy

Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen A greater woman stays cool But I howl like a wolf at the moon And I look unstable

Cassandra

They all said nothing Blood’s thick but nothing like a payroll Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul You can mark my words that I said it first

Peter

Once found us beguiling She said she was trying Peter, was she lying? My ribs get the feeling she did

The Bolter

But as she was leaving It felt like breathing All her fuckin' lives Flashed before her eyes

Robin

The time will arrive for the cruel and the mean You’ll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline But now, we’ll curtail your curiosity In sweetness

The Manuscript

The only thing that’s left is the manuscript One last souvenir from my trip to your shores Now and then I re-read the manuscript But the story isn’t mine anymore

[clowndotgay]

day 175 of daily guy hey, its 175! a multiple of the number 25! that's cool. uhh, i might take a break for a handful of days from this comic format and do random unrelated drawings again. i'm not wholly sure. i don't know how much anyone cares, but as a rule, i'm gonna try and only use this colour palette (the gray and dark brown and white and the panel format) when i'm doing this semi-cohesive string of events so that it's at least kind of clear. i hope that helps! idk! i might try out something else! i don't know how much it really actually matters but it matters too much in my brain.

[twstinginthewind]

A little gift...

Joker made her way up the stairs to the third floor of her dormitory, a little bag in her hands. Her eyes skimmed over the line of doors, and lit up when she spotted her target. There. She took a deep breath, stepped just in front of the door marked with a little green three-leafed clover and knocked.

"Just a moment!" Trey's voice rang out from behind the door, and Joker held the bag so tightly it crinkled in her grip. She swallowed hard, trying to relax, then ran a hand over her hair, hoping to tame any unruly curls. The door swung open, and Trey stood in the doorway, smiling gently. "Joker! This is unexpected. I would have dressed better if I had been expecting company. I was a little preoccupied with packing."

Joker looked him over; he was in dark brown slippers, plaid pajama pants, and a snug tee shirt advertising his family's bakery. "You look fine, Vice Housewarden. No worries. This should only take a minute." She felt her cheeks warming up, betraying her nerves. "I have something for you."

"Do you, huh?" He moved away from the doorway, and swept his arm towards his room. "Why don't you come in, then? I'm just organizing the last few things here."

She looked quickly up and down the hallway, then stepped inside. She always felt a little overwhelmed by the aura of maturity she felt in his room; it was nothing like the happy clutter of her buddy Cater's personal space, or the sloppy girlishness of the room she shared with her roommate. She stood by his desk as he peeked outside, looked left and right, and then closed the door behind them.

"You can sit at the desk, if you'd like," Trey said, moving aside a small stack of neatly-folded clothing to sit on the edge of the bed. "If there's anything on the chair, hand it off to me. I probably put it there while I was getting everything else together."

Joker pulled the chair out, and handed Trey the stack of papers he had left on there. "Camp Vargas itinerary, it looks like. What time do you leave tomorrow?" she asked as she sat, still holding the bag to her chest.

"Seven in the morning. I've already prepped overnight oats for breakfast tomorrow, by the way." He sighed. "The dorm'll be on its own for the rest of the week, though. Don't let anyone use the good cast iron, though, if you can."

She giggled. "I can hide it under my bed until you get back."

"I'd have to collect it from you when I need it."

"Oh nooooo, anything but thaaaat." Joker grinned at him. "You're still so worried about everyone. You should just relax and enjoy yourself for this trip!"

"I wish I could. But it's still a school event, so I'm still in Vice Housewarden mode for it."

"Trey, one of these days I'll actually see you let loose, and I don't know if I'll be able to handle it."

Trey raised an eyebrow. "I'll be sure to catch you if you faint, Jo."

She fanned herself, half-jokingly. "Promises, promises. Anyway. I don't want to hold you up too long." She held out the slightly crushed paper bag towards him. "I made you something for the trip."

"You did?" He took the bag with a softly fascinated look on his face. "That wasn't necessary... very kind of you, though! May I open it now?"

Joker nodded, clasping her hands together in her lap. "Yeah. I wanna see if you like it."

"I'm sure I will," Trey said as he opened the bag, then removed a small, soft bundle wrapped in tissue paper. "Hm? What's this?"

As he removed the paper, Joker hunched slightly and twiddled with her fingers, breaking at least two house rules. "I know it gets cold up on the mountain, and I wanted to make sure that you kept warm..."

The tissue paper drifted to the floor. In his hands, Trey held a soft, deep charcoal gray, knit cap. There was a little red patch sewn onto the brim, which he ran his thumb across, smiling faintly. "Let's paint the roses red... You really made this for me?"

"You know I started the knitting club on campus, right? I've been making these for years, but..." She shifted a little in the chair, unable to meet his eyes. "... I only ever give stuff I make to folks who are really special to me." She shook her head, and started talking faster. "Anyway it's wool so it'll keep you warm and be water resistant, but don't wash it with your regular laundry or it won't even be fit to be a tea cozy. Cold water and a little soap. Soak it. I... that's all. I won't hold you up anymore." She stood up, and nodded to him. "I'll just—"

Trey stepped over towards her, and caught her by the wrist. "Wait." He stepped in front of her, and made sure that he was in her line of vision. "I have to make sure it fits, don't I?"

Joker, cheeks burning, nodded. Trey smiled at her, and slowly pulled the hat on over his rumpled, deep green hair.

"Does it suit me?"

Joker finally met his eyes, twinkling behind his glasses. "It does. You look good..."

"Then I'll wear it proudly, all through the trip," he said simply, tugging it down a little further. "It's a good fit. You know, there's something special about a hand-knit gift. They say there's love in every stitch." He took another step towards her, close enough to feel the warmth of her blushing.

"Trey..." Joker couldn't catch her breath. She shook her head. Why did he have to say 'love" out loud like that? He was gonna give her a coronary. "... just come back safe, okay?"

"It's only camp," he murmured, taking her hand. "I'll be sure to check in. Thank you for this."

She ran a thumb across his knuckles. "You're welcome. I... I should go before anyone knows I was here."

"I'll check the hallway." Trey squeezed her hand before letting go, and stepped over to the door. He opened it slowly, and then waved her over to him. "All good."

She quickly walked over to the doorway, and paused by his side. "I'll miss you."

"I will, too. Now go and protect my good cast iron pan, would you?"

"My pleasure," she chuckled nervously, then stepped back out into the hallway.

"Oh, and Joker?"

She turned to look over her shoulder. Trey still stood in the doorway, smiling at her. "Hm?"

"... never mind," he said, but his hands said another story. He touched the center of his chest with one hand, crossed both hands across his chest, then pointed to her.

She smiled and signaled back; holding out her thumb and pinky, she waved her hand between them both. "Good night, safe travels."

[flamingo-writes]

It's Better When The Sun Goes Down — Nanami x Reader

This is a piece for the Anilysium Server NSFW Collab! Make sure to check the masterlist to see other writer's works! This month's prompt was: "I can't hold back anymore"

I'd like to dedicate this fanfic to one of my dearest and closest friends. I'm not a Nanami simp myself, but they are. And I have fun writing for Nanami, and also I love writing angsty things and flawed characters. Reg, I hope you enjoy this as much as you enjoy my more casual writing.

(it's pink bcs youre Chancho)

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: Mentions of breakup and heartbreak, alcohol and drug consuption, public sex, ghosting, lots and lots of angst. This does not have a happy ending. This is also non proof read bcs I kinda left it to the last minute I'm sorry, I'll go back and edit it when I am not in a rush dcj nd

Summary: Nanami’s return to the Sorcerer life wasn’t so bad. It could be better if Gojo wasn’t determined to get him back with his ex. As Nanami tries to get on good terms with them, things get out of control, only to end up where it all began.

I made this playlist while writing, in case you wanna listen to it while reading. Preferably listen to it without the shuffle, but you can hear it on shuffle, no biggie.

Nanami had forgotten how painfully unbearable Gojo could be. His return as a Sorcerer had been nothing out of the ordinary for a Sorcerer's standards. Missions here and there, or watching over some of Gojo's students. But God, he had surely stepped out of the line this time.

He couldn't even begin to explain how much he hated his current situation. Fighting by your side for the first time in years felt like rubbing hot oil on an open wound. The uncomfortable ignoring the elephant in the room between you two, as you two tracked and fought what felt like a million Curses.

When the adrenaline was at its peak, it felt almost nostalgic; though he'd then remembered everything else and immediately made his own reality bitter and awkward. Overshadowed by the advantage of years of experience ahead of him made him resent you even more. He knew it was childish and pointless to keep remembering everything that happened between you two, but that bittersweet memory would most likely keep him at bay.

You were still strong, witty, fearless, reckless and quick to act and defend yourself. The way you moved looked more swiftly and coordinated than you did back in your student days. Almost as if you were a professional dancer. He hated every bit of it. He couldn’t stop looking at you, thinking about you, and the possibilities of what you two would have become.

After the mission was over, no words were exchanged between you two. Aside from the: "Are you alright?" He told you as you simply gave him a thumbs up as you caught your breath drenched in sweat. An entire ride in an uncomfortable silence, until he reached the school and you got out of the car.

"Thanks. You did a great job. Keep it up" You said. Cold, and straight to the point. Closing his car door before he could reply. And soon, you were gone.

As Nanami tried to get his mind off the mission, Gojo made it difficult. He called him to ask for the details of the mission. He seemed amused and intrigued, as clearly you hadn't told him shit. And honestly, he could understand why. Gojo was meddling on things that weren’t his business, and things that had died a long time ago.

"Why are you interrogating me, Gojo?" He asked as he pressed hisnfingers on the bridge of his nose. "Ask your underling…"

"Because that jerk left for the bar as soon as they arrived" He explained. "And I know better than to annoy a drunk [Name], It took me a while but...I finally learned my lesson" He chuckled. “I knew they could hit hard, but damn, I had a big ass bruise…” Nanami could almost hear his stupid grin.

"You make it sound like it's a recurrent event" Nanami pointed out, slightly surprised as he didn't know you were a drinker.

"Oh, Nanami-kun, you really know nothing huh?" Gojo said, smiling widely as he had managed to manipulate Nanami into asking.

"Know what?" Nanami hissed as he now swore he could hear Nanami creepily grinning at his phone.

"No, nothing!” Gojo said as if it were nothing; trying and succeeding at peeking at Nanami’s curiosity “I'm not gonna talk over depressing things on the phone. Gotta go, bye! Kith kith, Kento-kun" Gojo sang and hung up, as he smirked, proud of his little mischief. He sighed deeply as he stretched in his bed. "Soon, those two will be back together" he smirked to himself.

Nanami hissed a curse under his breath as he locked his phone and threw it on his bed and went to the kitchen. If he had understood well, Gojo had just hinted at a possible drinking problem. He tried shaking his mind off of it. You couldn't, could you? You weren’t a drinker...You weren’t the last time he saw you. You were able to party and have fun without having to intoxicate yourself.

You were wild, cheerful, unpredictable. Everything he was not. And that’s what had made him fall in love with you back in your school days. You were so laid back, he could feel it permeating into him when you two hung out. The few times he’d broken rules was because you’d been the bad influence, however, you somehow managed to get away with it, and leave him with some distant memory in which he felt actually glad to be alive. He usually felt like he was walking on a cloud stuck in time, being present and enjoying the little things that made his everyday memories.

He’d really screwed up after breaking up with you...if he could call that a breakup... His life took a dramatic turn. And then, he turned his back to this world, and got immersed in the gray life the average man in Japan had. Away from what he's familiar with, away from his friends, away from you.

And now, apparently, you had a drinking habit. He wondered if he had caused it, or if he was one of the reasons behind it. The guilt started creeping in. The same guilt and regret he felt after ghosting on you. Not being able to bring himself to properly end things with you.

The guilt he’d managed to swipe under the rug for so many years creeped back out, and followed him around as the afternoon went by. After having a shower, changing into more comfortable clothes and in a lame attempt to cook dinner, he decided to test his luck. He put on a dark button down shirt and decided to go to the bar closest to the School. He felt the naive hope to find you there. However, if you had an actual problem, then his chances to see you there were higher.

Such was his surprise to find you there, trying to get rid of some insistent guy who kept talking to you despite your very obvious lack of interest. Before you could spot him, he watched you aggressively turn to the guy and talk to him in a rather rude tone. Sounding almost like a moody sailor as the guy’s face soon was washed with horror and disgust and walked away. As you turned your face back to your drink, your eyes scanned the bar, finally spotting him.

“Oh god” You whined as you pulled the glass to your lips. “It’s too early to be this drunk…” You hissed.

“Mind if I sit here?” He asked, pointing at the chair in front of you.

“Tell Gojo to go fuck himself…” You snapped at him as you stood up and stumbled your way to the bar asking for a refill. Nanami looked at you, feeling slightly sorry for your tipsy state, as he’d never seen you like that. And he knew being mad and drunk was never a good combination. As you turned around with your glass and made your way back to your table, you gave him a slightly repulsed smile. “You’re still here…”

“Gojo didn’t send me here, if that’s what you’re thinking” He replied.

“He might as well have manipulated you into doing so, has that crossed your mind?” You said with a sassy tone as you sat back down. “Why are you still standin’?”

Nanami took that as an invitation as he ignored your last comment, trying to refuse the idea that Gojo had manipulated him.

“Rough day, huh?” He said as you nodded and stared at your drink.

“Look, Kento. I’m glad that you’re back. I really am. You’re strong, and you’re smart…” You began. “But I’m gonna cut the chase, I’m kinda annoyed too. Ever since you got back, Gojo has been sticking his snobby nose into my business” You explained. “Many of the missions he sends you in, I’m supposed to be there as well, but manage to get busy by then and not go”

“So you’re actively avoiding me?”

“Yes” You replied bluntly. “Mostly because Gojo is trying very hard to bring us back together. But no, I learned my lesson the first time” You said taking a sip to your scotch, feeling it smoothly sliding down your throat, no longer feeling the burn from the alcohol.

“I haven’t apologized for that…” Nanami began.

“Don’t” You interrupted him. “It’s better this way”

“Are you sure? Because you still seem to have an issue with it…” Nanami said, managing to read you like an open book like he always did. He still had that ability.

You glared at him, angrily as you opened your mouth to snap back at him, but your mind was foggy and a big portion of your brain was focused on the little details surrounding him. His black shirt, the first buttons undone. His thick wrists, one of them hiding underneath a fancy looking watch, his blond hair pushed back, his sharp features...And god, his smell. The smell of his cologne luring you in like a fly to honey. Since any words made it to your mouth, your next step was to take another sip.

“You’re drinking too fast” He pointed out.

“None of your business” You said standing up and taking your wallet out and leaving a few bills on the tale. “I’m out” You said coldly and walked out of the bar.

Nanami sighed, frustrated that he hadn’t managed to get anything out of interaction. Aside from the pretty clear fact that you disliked him. However, he didn’t think of the possibility of you resenting him so much because you still had feelings for him.

As you walked out of the bar, the chilly wind hit the back of your neck, making you shiver. You cursed, knowing it was going to make you feel drunker faster. You made your way to the school with long steps, trying to make it to your dorm before your last drink made it to your head. Despite the cold wind, the hot tears in your eyes in a way kept your face warm. As you tried to keep yourself from crying, you heard steps behind you.

“Wait” You heard Nanami’s voice calling behind you as you stopped on command, against your own will. You swallowed the lump on your throat and managed to keep the tears still in your eyes, as you refused to look at

him. “At least let me walk you home. You can’t walk on your own like this…”

“Oh, so now you care?” You said turning around and looking at him, giving him a smug smile. “You’ve changed” You scoffed bitterly.

“Please” He said, knowing better than trying to argue with you.

Your stare on him softened, as something within you urged you to say yes. To have more time with Nanami and maybe cling to the bittersweet memories you were constantly reliving since his return.

“Fine” You said, very much to his surprise. He smiled and walked closer to you with the gentle smile that had been haunting your dreams as of lately.

“C’mon. My car is not far from here…”

You stopped coldly as he mentioned a car. Taking a second look at him, you wondered how much he’d changed. He’d become an adult through and through, hadn’t he? While you were still a mess...Or so you thought. To Nanami’s eyes, you were a far better sorcerer and warrior than him. And he envied you for it.

“Are you actually going to take me to the school?” You asked, suddenly growing suspicious of him, as you’d had plenty of experiences with strangers on the street and knew better than going into someone’s car in a drunken state.

Not that you didn’t trust Nanami. You didn’t trust yourself drunk.

“I was actually thinking of taking you somewhere for dinner and then to the school” He said.

“Not hungry”

“No, but you’re drunk. It’ll sober you up, and tomorrow morning you’ll thank me when you wake up without a hangover” He said as he walked towards his car.

“I don’t have any more money on me” You lied, looking for an excuse to avoid spending any more than necessary with him.

“I didn’t ask you if you have money” He said boldly as he managed to make you smirk for the first time since his return.

“Smooth, Nanami. You’ve grown” You said as you followed him.

The walk to his car felt like your chest burnt far more than the alcohol ever did. It felt bitter, it hurt and was nauseating. Was it really it, or was it the alcohol finally catching up with you? Like flashes of instant memories being erased from your memory, the drive to a restaurant felt like a poorly edited foreign film. The car felt like some intense themed park ride as you felt dizzy with the alcohol whispering everything you missed about him. It was gross and it was sickening.

The Ramen sign on the outside on itself managed to sober you up a little by taking your mind off Nanami. As you followed him, clumsily standing on your feet, you sat on one of the tables and tried to make sense of the dancing letters in the menu. More flashes of memories were taken off your head, as you wondered what was happening and how drunk were you for you to start blacking out.

“Not good…” you muttered under your breath.

“Did you say something?” Nanami asked.

“No. Nothing”

“How are you holding up?”

“I’m not”

“You’ll feel better in a bit. Don’t worry…” He said softly as he sipped from a soda you didn’t know he had. When had he ordered it? You looked in front of you to the nice surprise that you had one too despite not knowing how or when. “I ordered some ramen for you. Something spicy...It’ll sober you up faster”

You chuckled as you looked at him.

“And how do you know that?” You asked with a cheeky tone as he smiled softly.

“Went drinking a lot with friends from work” He said. “I learned a few things here and there”

More brief black outs kept lazily painting a rather miserable painting in your memory. As you ate your ramen, you found yourself relaxing more and more. Was it the hot spicy broth? In the beginning, the balck outs weren’t getting any less frequent, however, as the night went by, you found yourself sobering up like he said. Soon, the black outs were gone, however you were still somehow locked in a haze. Although it made sense. The amount of booze as well as the short time, it was going to take a lot more than just one hot bowl of spicy ramen to get you back to a sober state.

The conversation kept flowing comfortably as both of you ate. It was reminiscent of the old days, nostalgic and somehow morbid. As the both of you tried to grasp at the old days when your worries were limited to school work. Catching up like old friends who hadn't seen each other, as if you didn’t have hard feelings for each other.

After having finished your food, Nanami paid for both of your meals and went back out into the cold night. The sky black, stars hidden by the streetlights as you made it to his car and finally noticed the silver color in it.

As he drove back to the school, you noticed he took a small detour, instantly setting alarms in your head.

“Where are we going?” You asked, your voice considerably serious as he noticed the change in tone from the pleasant talk they were having in the restaurant.

“There’s somewhere I’d like to go…” He said as he briefly looked at you and gave you a tender smile.

That smile made your heart uncomfortably skip a beat as you hated the effect he still had on you. You didn’t dare to ask any further as you slowly recognized the route he was taking. As he slowly took one of the roads towards the edge of the city close to the coast line. He stopped in a rather deserted place, as he got off the road and stopped the car.

Despite the lack of light, aside from the few streetlights, you knew exactly where you were. A whole in your chest opened dramatically as you felt your eyes tear up and happy memories attached to the location flooded your mind.

“Kento…” You said chuckling bitterly.

“When I said I wanted to apologize, I meant it…” He said as you clenched your jaw and looked out your window, avoiding his stare.

“And I told you I didn’t want to talk about it…”

“You’re still upset about it, I get it. And I don’t blame you” He began as he felt his heart beating hard in his chest. “Look at me, please”

You wanted to say something to him. But you knew you would break down crying as soon as you opened your mouth. You took a deep breath and without saying anything you looked at him. His dark brown eyes gazing into yours, as he was looking at you with a rather pained stare.

“You remember this place, don’t you?” He asked.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you clicked your seatbelt, getting it off.

“I’m done” You said dryly as you opened the door and got out of the car.

“No, [Name]. Please, wait” He said as he mirrored your movements and excited the car walking around it.

“Of fuckign course I know where I am, Kento” You barked as you walked away approaching the door. “I know where I lost my fucking virginity, okay?” You barked as you stopped coldly and looked at him, tears finally streaming off your face. “Look, I’ll make us a favour and summarize this conversation. Yes, you’re a fucking asshole for just taking off one day and completely disappearing. Yes, I’m still mad about it. No, I won’t take your apology. No, I don’t care about whatever shitty excuse you have for me to listen to you. You bringing me here out of all places isn’t going to change shit…” You spat all in one breath as you stopped and took a deep breath.

“I loved you, Kento. I really did. And it hurt to have you just dissipate like you were a hallucination or something...You were my first kiss, my first love, my first everything! And one day I lost all of that. You ruined sex for me!” You yelled angrily. “I could never hold, kiss or sleep with anyone, because at some point I’d see your stupid face, and then be incredibly underwhelmed because I would not enjoy sex. I can’t feel anything anymore, Kento...The only way I can actually enjoy those things is by getting drunk or high” You admitted. “I can’t walk into bookstores, nor eat sandwiches or diet coke, nor drink tea because all those things remind me of you. And yes, it’s lame that all these years later I still care about those things. And this is why I can’t forgive you” You cried, as your voice shook.

Nanami’s heart broke little by little at each one of your words. He knew he’d screwed up and had hurt you deeply. But he wasn’t aware of the actual impact. He clenched his jaw as he felt his chest tight and a lump on his throat. Now the drinking problem made sense. Gojo had painted it like you were an alcoholic, but it wasn’t exactly the case. So you’d gone to the bar to get it off with some stranger, probably pretending it was him.

The dizzying pain and weight of his mistakes blinded him for a second as he walked towards you as you kept bitterly complaining. As you tried to walk away, you made a very poor effort as he caught up with you and cupped your face in his hands, bringing you closer to him and shutting you up by pressing his lips against you.

The sudden surprise made your heart stop. Your mind turning numb and blank at once as you struggled to bring yourself to push him away. However, truth be told, you didn't want to push him away. The poor attempt to push him away was more than obvious. The strong fighter you were, barely making any physical effort. Nanami's hands wrapped around your back and pulled you close, squeezing you against him as he sighed into the kiss.

Finally kissing him back, you locked your lips against his desperately, eager to taste the lips you've been dreading in your dreams. Clinging to him like he was going to disappear again, a soft whimper escaped your mouth. Your chest pressing against him as he felt his own world getting blurry.

He broke the kiss pulling away as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea how much I missed you” He whispered as you clung to him.

“I-I…” You stuttered, the words tasting bitter before they even made it to your mouth. “Fuck, I want you, Kento” You growled as he pulled you in, kissing you hungrily again.

His hands posessively clinging to you as he slowly guided you back to the car. One step at the time as you both melted in a hungry sour kiss. As you ran out of breath, you pulled away, gasping for air as you gripped his collar in your hands.

“I can’t hold back anymore” You said as you pulled away and grabbed his hand, walking back to his car.

Your words unleashed a shiver down his spine as his heart skipped a beat and raced like crazy, as his pants started feeling tighter on his crotch. He chuckled softly as he realized his own judgement seemed to have disappeared with that first kiss. And before you could even make it to his car, he gripped your hips and spun you around as he bumped his forehead against yours.

“I can’t either” He admitted as he guided you to the car’s hood and pulled you over it. Ass you sat on the warm hood, he got between your legs and you wasted no time wrapping them around his waist. He grunted softly feeling your crotch against his as you pulled him closer to seal your lips together.

As you soon were absorbed by the dizziness of your rising heat, his hand went to your bare thighs as he slowly caressed your skin, going up and lifting your skirt up in the process. A soft moan slid into his mouth as he gripped your ass softly and squeezed it. The way your skin got covered in goosebumps and how you jerked your hips made him moan in response.

It felt good, and intoxicating. The driving desire burning his insides. The feeling of desiring to taste you all over and have you shaking underneath him. God, he’d missed that particular rush of adrenaline. His body reacting to the deeply buried memories now loose. He felt like he was in the best high he’d experienced. Lightheadedness and presence in the moment, he hadn’t felt this alive in so long.

Your hands were slowly undoing his buttoned shirt and were quick to explore his warm skin. He pulled away from the kiss, gasping as he looked at you. Your devilish smile matching your hungry stare. You leaned forward kissing his neck, nibbling on his skin every now and then. His hand gripped your hair tightly, pulling it lightly, making you look up at him as he stared at you.

He leaned forward, kissing you once more, this time a lot more slow and a lot more tender. It was sweet and it was slow and it took you by surprise. You felt his sweet kiss begging you, still holding on to the feelings you both decided to drown unsuccessfully. It almost hurt. It was the kind of kiss that told you how much you missed and needed each other. How much you regretted the mistakes you’ve done.

As you melted against his lips, his hands slowly slid your panties off. You helped him lifting your hips a little but as you giggled against his lips.

“Eager?” You said with a playful smirk.

“You have no idea” He replied as he took off your panties and shoved them in his back pocket.

His hand made it back to your thigh, slowly going up until he palmed your hot sex. Stealing a gasp out of your mouth, he teasingly ran one of his fingers through your dripping slit, making him smile satisfied.

“I’m not the only one, huh?” He said as you looked at him with lustful eyes.

You took his glasses off and set them aside. You were about to go back to kissing his neck when he slid one finger inside of you effortlessly. A rather loud moan escaped your lips as you shut your eyes closed feeling your entire body tingle in a way you hadn’t felt in years. You smiled satisfied as you continued kissing his neck. Slowly, he got another finger inside. The delicious stretch of his second finger prompting you to bite his neck softly making him growl your name softly. His fingers explored the whole he knew so well, as he found your sweet spot almost by muscle memory. More moans came out of your throat sounding like music to his ears.

“Fuck, Kento” You hissed as you took off your top, not caring that you were outdoors and by the road. Up to this point, you were so pent up, you simply craved him like you’d never craved anything before.

Nanami wasted no time and kissed your neck, going down to your neck, gently biting your skin every now and then. Sucking delicately on your skin, leaving marks that wouldn’t last long. He pulle dhis fingers out of you, clinging to your body desperately. As you laid on the car’s hood, you devoured him with your lustful eyes, begging him to get on top of you. Wearing just your skirt by this point, Nanami groaned at the plain sight of you.

He undid his belt and his pants. Your hands playfully teasing your own body in an attempt to drive him crazier and crazier. He cursed under his breath as he couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled his painfully hard erection out of his pants. You watched hi, intrigued, stretching your hands towards him, gently gripping his dick. His breath hitched and you smiled proudly.

Nanami leaned over the car hood, slowly getting on top of you, his shaft resting on your belly as he looked at how much deep could he go inside of you. His tip almost reaching you belly button, as the idea alone made a shiver run down his spine.

"Please, Kento" you gasped, need dripping from your voice as you caressed his dick

He growled softly as he pulled away softly, aligning against your entrance and slowly going in. You gasped, pushing your head back and pressing your hips against his making him go deeper.

Hissing your name, he jerked his hips, his tip.kissing your cervix as sudden rush of pain jolted through your body, followed by pleasure. You dug your nails in his shoulders as he thrusted back and forth, hitting all the right spots. The sound of his gasps and grunts hypnotizing as you got wetter by the second. His length coated in your juices, echoing in lewd wet noises.

He was rough. He usually was. Back in student days, he was particularly rough. As quiet and collected as he seemed, he sure got his stress out if his body through wild sex.

Relentlessly pushing against you, stretching you in such a delicious way only he knew how. Strong and aggressive movements as your walls swallowed him whole every time, breathless moans escaping your lips with every push. The cool wind kissing your skin, only enhancing his warmth.

As you felt your orgasm progressively approaching, the realization of how addicted you were to him hit you. He was everything you desired. And it was wrong. Before the feeling of uneasiness started to sink in, a sudden electric rush ran through your body. Painfully and soothing, as you tightly clenched around himbsoon numbed your mind.

As you came around him, your walls sucked him in tightly, as he was right over the brink, your velvet flesh pushed him off the edge. He didn't have time to pull out. And honestly, he didn't want to pull out. The way your walls milked him felt delicious. As he rode you through your orgasm, filling you up as his head felt dizzy and the world was spinning faster than usual. His hot seed coating your insides, as you shut your eyes closed, feeling the very last of your orgasm fading away.

He pressed his forehead against yours. Loud pants echoing.

However, the world didn't quite return to its regular focus.

The rest of the night went by in a fuzzy hot mess of events. You returned to his apartment and kept feasting on each other, making up for the lost time. Both of you incredibly starved and needy, you desperately went at it over and over again. It was a rather long night. As you feared, no one made you feel as he did. All of him was addicting. His smell, his voice, his warmth, his skin...It didn’t matter how many strangers you fucked, or how drunk or high you were, he felt just right. He made you cum so easily, it seemed ridiculous everyone else couldn’t.

But you knew it was far more than that.

You were still deeply in love with him. No wonder why he had that effect on you. Just hearing his breathlessly gasp was enough to have you soaking wet and under his mercy. Between sweet kisses, fake promises and sweaty sex, he quite literally fucked you to oblivion. Until either of you could take it any longer and you two fell asleep in each other’s arms. It had been a long tiring night, as you knew many of your muscles were gonna be sore the next day. Your chest painted in red and blue bruises.

It was possibly one of the best night sleeps he’d had. In such a long time. The uncomfortable hole in his chest didn’t feel so wide now. Just like you, he didn’t know how much he actually needed you until now. His regrets, his guilt, the thoughts haunting him on how much of a jerk he’d been when he simply took off...All those feelings went away for a night. As he tasted the wonders of the universe under your skin. Feeling ecstatic and euphoric for the first time in years. However, nothing could’ve prepared Nanami for what he was about to experience when he woke up.

~

“What the hell is this?” Gojo asked as he waved around the folder you’d left a few hours earlier in the Headmaster’s office.

“Why the fuck do you care?” You said as you grabbed it, ripping it off his hands.

“You’re seriously leaving for Kyoto?” He whined.

“So my transfer was accepted? Great!” You said sarcastically as you opened the folder and saw the Headmaster’s seal at the bottom.

“What about Nanami-kun?” Gojo replied as the very last string of your patience snapped.

“Oh, fuck you, Gojo! You tried to force us back together, but it’s not going to happen” You snapped. “I’m done. I’m done with him, and I’m done with you sticking your nose in my business”

“Do you really think that running away will solve anything? You’ll still be depressed as hell”

“The less I know about him, the better” You said as you turned around, hot tears blurring your sight as you headed with long steps towards your room. “I don’t trust myself around him…” You whispered. “He’s my weakness Gojo, I can’t let that happen…” You said coldly.

You’d left that morning very early, before Nanami woke up. And you left leaving no trace of you ever being there. Unintentionally doing the same he did. It was unintentional because you hadn’t done it out of spite. Your thought process had been simply. You preferred to not have that conversation and simply leave without him noticing. You had had the exact same thought process Nanami had had all those years ago.

You didn’t waste time and soon started packing your things to leave for Kyoto right away.

[lalka-laski]

Do you remember your first bout of teenage rebellion? What’d you do? Good question. I never did anything to intentionally ~rebel against my parents or authority. Instead I just behaved in reckless ways that just so happened to break the rules.

What was your parents’ opinion on same-sex relationships? They're both in full support of them. Though I do often wonder how my dad would feel if one of his daughters turned out to be a lesbian. My mom for sure wouldn't care, but my dad might feel off about it.

If you were a DJ, what type of music would you play? The Killers, David Bowie, The Killers, David Bowie, The Killers, maybe a few random newer artists thrown in like Twin Shadow or Amy Shark, then more David Bowie, more Killers...

What is one animal unique to your country/area of the world? Gray squirrels apparently, since my Godfather (born & raised in England and emigrated to Canada) lost his mind when he saw one here LOL Did you used to like that pink ear infection medication as a kid? Ya nasty...

What’s one alcoholic beverage that you do not enjoy? Well I have a drinking problem so there's very very little alcohol I'd turn down. But I'll say whiskey and gin are not my FAVORITES

Have you ever had someone throw up on you before? Yes haha

Do you prefer pads or tampons, if you need them? Tampons. I neeeever use pads and in fact have only ever used them for one single cycle (my very first one).

Do you iron your clothes at all? Nah, they hardly need it

Where’s the strangest place you ever lost your phone? A frat basement? That's not THAT strange I guess

Would you rather use candles or wax warmers? I like and use both, but I think I prefer candles for the ambient glow

Do you like candy corn or hate it? It's OK. I find it funny how polarizing of a topic it is! I might be one of the only people who has a lukewarm opinion on it.

How many times a day do you brush your teeth? Once or twice

The last time you were in a taxi, Uber, or Lyft, where were you going? Riding home from a date night out

Have you ever taken articles of clothing to the dry-cleaners? Mmm nope

What’s your favorite Mexican dish? This is a cruel question 'cause I love ALL Mexican. My fave might be enchiladas though. I actually plan to make some this week (my very White Girl version of them, but still)

Do you always shower immediately after sex? No, but I always pee. FUCK UTIs!

How old did your oldest pet live to be? What kind of pet was it? 12ish maybe? We never knew exact ages because they were all adopted from shelters.

What’s your favorite Italian dish? PIZZA

When was your curfew when you were younger? It varied by age

Who’s the last person’s birthday that you celebrated? What’d you do? Tori's was yesterday, although she lives several states South so I didn't actually celebrate with her

What’s the next major holiday that you’ll be celebrating? With who? How? Thanksgiving is next week. Bleh. As result of a few recent events, I'm not looking forward to it. And that's a shame because I normally love family holidays :/

What’s the last moldy or expired food you found in your fridge or pantry? I found some crusting cheese the other day, but still used it because whatever

How long does it take your car windows to defrost in the winter? I don't drive so I don't pay attention to that stuff buuuut I imagine it takes a little while considering how cold it gets here

Are there any movies coming out or recently out that you’d like to see? Nope, I'm not a movie person

How much money did you spend the last time you went to the store? $4

What’s your favorite flavor milkshake? Chocolate malt

Do you have more than one best friend? Yep

Are you opposed to getting married? Are you already married? I sure hope I'm not opposed to it 'cause I've got a wedding scheduled for next year!

Are your parents divorced? If so, when did it happen? Nope

Have you ever attended a bachelorette party? Yep!

Would you rather act in a play or write a play? I'd rather write one, although I have no experience in that medium

What do you take pictures of most often? My girls when I'm babysitting

Have you ever actually been a member of a wedding party before? I was a flower girl for my aunt's wedding as a little kid

Have you ever gotten your period more than once in a month? Yes ugh. My period has been on a super short cycle lately... I'm talking 20 days as opposed to my normal 28-29. I hate it!

If you started a YouTube channel, what would it be about? Books reviews maybe

Are you currently binge-watching any television shows? Lol Melissa & Joey I guess, since I watch a few episodes a night

What book are you currently reading? Well I flew through 2 books this weekend and I'm about to start another one tonight. I'm deciding between a few choices though

What’s the smallest animal that you’re afraid of? Mice!!!

Would you ever want to try pole dancing? That would be hilarious...

Do you think you’d make a good bartender? Nah, and I'm much better at drinking cocktails than making them. I think it's a bad idea for me to have a job surrounded by alcohol.

Have you ever had any sort of paranormal experience? Yes

Did you ever need braces as a child? Yes for fucking YEARS

Did you like to play with those bead mazes when you were younger? I don't think I know what you're talking about

Have you ever gotten something stuck in your skin? (ie: glass shard, gravel) Yep

Do you support the concept of assisted suicide? Yes. Dying with dignity is important

Do any of your grandparents live a nursing home? Yes, my only living grandparent does

How many email addresses do you have? A work one and a personal one are the only ones I still actively use. I have a ton others still in existence though (I think)

How often do you listen to music? Not as much as most people. I'm very intentional when I listen to music so I can't listen to it as background noise.

How long can you binge-watch a television series for? In one sitting I can do a few hours. Maybe like 4 1-hr episodes TOPS. And that's a rare occurrence.

What’s the last movie marathon you had? I've never really done that. I can hardly sit through one movie.

If someone misgenders you, do you correct them? That's never happened to me but yeah, I would

Do you say Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays? It depends to whom I'm speaking

Are any of your great-grandparents still alive? No, I never even met any of them

Can you sleep without a blanket or a sheet covering you? NO

Do you have a USB drive that is shaped like anything unique? Nope

Do you prefer themed surveys or random surveys more? I actually prefer the random ones because the themed ones can get redundant

Did you go to bed earlier as a kid, or do you go to bed earlier as an adult? As a kid for sure

How many questions in a survey is too many questions? Uh, it really depends how bored I am