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[writers-inertia]

my thoughts and opinions on very specific tropes of zhongli being your typical […]

sugar daddy x sugar baby

10/10

typical, i see it kinda often with how people write about him and each time i ate it up.

mafia husband x rags to riches wife

20/10

it was a certain story idea that may or may not be in progress as of now but please it’s so cliché and i’m all for it. bonus points if it’s a slow burn.

billionaire x billionaire

15/10

depends, but if it’s an enemies to lovers aughhh I love it!! I love it!! I love it! extra points if y/n is a self-made billionaire queen. and the tension between them is highhhhhhhhhhh.

[writers-inertia]

my unspoken love letter to you

I don’t think I’ve realized how truly special you meant to me till I lost you.

Till that day I heard you were gone.

Gone forever.

I sit beside your grave staring into the blue, thinking of you, and dreaming of what could’ve been.

What we might’ve been, if I had said these three words to you.

I Love You.

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to the man i once loved

I guess I’ll just spend the rest of my night screaming and crying in my pillow tonight 🎀

Over some stupid blonde who isn’t even blonde!

I hate the way that he plays, hate the way that he talks I hate the way he is and everything about him I hate.

I should’ve listened to everyone else, should’ve stuck to saying no to every single guy that came my way. but oh-noo! Turns out little miss know it all here decided that he was different and said yes to him.

Should I really hate myself for it though? He’s the problem right? Doesn’t matter, this time we’re over, and I’m sure of it.

He can go out with his little friend group and lollygag all he wants to with them, but suddenly the moment I needed him! By. My. Side! He decides his little buddies were more important.

Then what am I?! Who am I to him?

His mother?

His doll?

His maid?

Or his little slxt of a doll that the only time he wants me by his side is when his six inch friend shows up.

There was nothing good about us.

It was never about him and I.

He can hands with his fans all day long, while my hands were around his dixk. Every waking day I thought I’ve become so emotional about the relationship thinking I was the problem and I was over thinking everything, all because of the contraceptives I’ve been piling up in my system.

Turns out the hormonal woman is never the problem.

Hormones get triggered by certain things, actions, and thoughts. He was pushing every red button in my body long before I even knew I had them in me.

Suna texted me not too long ago asking if he would be down to hang out tonight. An odd question to ask coming from Suna, he rarely texts me, let alone even talks to me. We’ve only met a couple times and that was during after every game I so graciously as a loving girlfriend would go to. Only for ‘Tsumu to excuse himself so he could go fxxk me in the nearest stall. Fun times truly. Fun, times.

‘Tsumu isn’t the worst fxxk, he just doesn’t know when to give it a break. First my hands are on him, then next he’s inside me. Then it switches again and again, fxxk did he love to edge himself. My gasp and moans were basically calls to stop. Don’t get me wrong he’d stop, briefly, then next his two fingers were spread and curled up into me. He felt amazing no doubt and he’s good at was he does. He’s just a terrible, terrible fxxking boyfriend.

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Sometimes I wish I could just erase every living proof and memory of ‘Tsumu and I. Who would’ve guessed the star athlete of the school and the school student vice president would’ve ended up together. Only till then after months and months of us being together it was now faltering.

A year and a couple months gone to waste. Just like that.

Now every time I look at those eyes, those very same eyes that I oh so adored and found my home in. We’re no longer there, all I saw was a stranger. His face, his hair, his body it all felt so foreign to me. So cold and so uncomfortable.

Fxxk I hated him.

How bad is it knowing that I had loved him with all I could. I wanted to end myself. The mere thought of him now is just so unbelievably unbearable. I couldn’t stand it. I’ve always thought how insane certain people sounded when they’d say how they couldn’t bear the idea of the mere thought of seeing their former lover.

I understood it. It hurts looking at the man I had once…

Loved.

That was the reason I couldn’t bear to see him anymore. I had loved him, like an artist who spent decades on their craft only for their credit to be swept away for a couple thousand grand.

I hated him for it, his fame. His money, his ego.

Everything who he once was, that I had loved, was all gone. Now he was just dxxk and bones to me.

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