bare (my soul)
kaeya x gn!reader | wc: ~550
tags/warnings: domestic fluff w kaeya's baggage, he's soggy
notes: i love him
“Kaeya, this is egregious.”
You gesture wildly at his barren walls and the desolate living space more fitting of a Favonius jail cell than a home (or so you complained moments earlier).
“Shatter my heart into pieces, why don’t you?” he sighs, then pokes your side in jest. You’re just too adorable not to play around with - even when you’re critiquing his admittedly subpar interior design skills. “Weren’t you the one who insisted on moving in with me?”
“Only because I’m generous enough to consider proximity to your workplace,” you grumble, trying in vain to balance three boxes of your things in your arms at once. “If you had moved in with me, you’d probably have to run a marathon everyday to captain your non-existent cavalry.”
Kaeya plucks the top box from your stack, revealing your unimpressed face to him. He grins. “Careful. If you keep saying things like that, I just might think you like me.”
You move to set your boxes down on the floor beside his boring, singular sofa. “I could wax poetic all day about my love for you–”
“Oh, I’m dying to hear it, sweetheart–”
“–But we seriously need to do something about your.. lifestyle.” You imitate a pompous noble, splaying the back of your hand across your forehead in distress.
Kaeya Alberich has heard many complaints about his lifestyle. Sometimes it’s in the form of Jean criticizing the way he handles certain intel, or the way he ostensibly slacks on the job. Other times, it’s in the form of rumors that he’s especially privy to; Captain Kaeya who loves his drink a little too much, or Captain Kaeya who uses underhanded methods to deal with threats to Mondstadt.
“We’re going furniture shopping at your earliest convenience!” you beam.
Yet you’re just referring to his apartment. What a miracle you are.
He sets the box he stole earlier down, humming thoughtfully. “Is it truly that horrid here?”
(It is. He steps out every chance he gets, preferring a noisy tavern or your former place over whatever husk of a building Kaeya Alberich calls “home” these days.)
“Yes. Minimalists shall never be forgiven.”
“Well, I’d hate to be in your bad books.”
Not once do you let him slip away during the unpacking process, practically shoving your trinkets and knickknacks into his hands for him to “make the call” about where they should live. You also sneak into his closet to try and scare him, but the jingle of one of his ornate belts catching on your person gives you away.
He throws the doors open with a flourish. When you pout about him being no fun, he just slides in there with you, clicking his tongue and simpering about how you’re such a troublemaker.
It’s quiet and you squint through the slits of the closet door at the surrounding bedroom.
“Kaeya, I know what’s been missing!” you whisper-yell at him, head knocking against a hanging cape.
You, he wants to say, It’s always been you. What comes out instead is your voice, effectively cutting him off.
“An ugly vase!”
He can get behind that too. Maybe one day he’ll show his full hand, lay out every card, and wait for the swinging ax to take off his head - and maybe you’ll just pull him along to haggle with antique dealers in the name of ironic decoration.
“You read my mind, sweetheart.”
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Feeling like posting the hot take that more people would ship/be inclined to see romantic undertones with the Doctor and Donna, but Catherine Tate and David Tennant are the same age and she doesn’t look twenty. (NO HATE to those who don’t ship it!!! Or who never would! This is more about the fact that Donna isn’t fifteen years younger than he is so I think some of that plays into it.)
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man the devs of palworld don’t deserve death threats but like the copying of pokemon designs are so BLATANT it just makes me upset esp. the people who don’t care
bc it’s the same people who never gave pokemon a legitimate chance who are now the ones who love palworld and are saying who gives a fuck if it’s copy pasted
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every day that passes i feel more and more guilty about doing this masters and have buyers remorse over the whole thing and wonder if chasing my dreams was worth it at all or if i shoulda just stayed at the same college i did undergrad at and do a safer masters there for free or not do it at all because this program SUCKS and it upsets me more and more everyday and i just feel so regretful and guilty about it
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thank you, evil by melanie martinez, for existing. you could not explain my shit better. sometimes i just want to inject that shit into my veins bc AUGH. me me me me me me me. jst love it so much because its like- idk man it just has some lowkey really relatable lyrics to me. trauma? me? yeah </3. BUT ITS LIKE A SONG ABOUT SAYING FUCK YOU SO LIKE I LOVE IT BC LIKE LOOK WHOS WINNING NOW BITCH. I AINT LOOSING SHIT NOT KNOWING YOU.
rahhh sorry im just like... rahhh. no words ig. portals is a good album but tbh i can understand people not liking mel's style shift. i personally think she innovated her sound to like- its a good shift??? it was new to her and sounds fucking KILLER dude. like mmm yummy. good sounds in my brain. idk i just am glad a song like evil exists bc MAN.
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Holy crap. I found old fanfics of mine. But like. The really old ones. The german ones that still involved real people.
This is the hardest I've ever cringed in my fuxking life.
Gotta be honest tho. If it weren't for the fact that they're about shipping real people, they wouldn't be that bad. I'm half tempted to rewrite one of them and make it Stanarrator.
I've done that before even, and turned the whole thing into an au i never do anything with but i still think it's cool (oh medieval robots how i miss you)
Anyway go read your old writing, and then your new one. See how far you've come. Get a boost of confidence. This is a threat /hj
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