#maybe one of these days ill just go to a cafe and write as much as i can

[99probalos]

rewatched gorilla interrupted at last. best movie ever made of all time on cod no squidding for eel no carp

#bigfoot took the wheel #rlm #i have got to get back to gi76 #i finished chapter 4 but its just so hard finding the time to write 😭😭😭 #maybe one of these days ill just go to a cafe and write as much as i can #ive been writing lots of like. random little scenes from later on in the story though. just not anything linear

[nevernonline]

✽ maybe this means something? ✽ | csc.

001: FALL

Choi Seungcheol used to be the bane of your existence, but through a year of seasonal rotations, something felt different.  It has to be overwhelming realizing you're falling for the person you always thought you hated. 

𐦍 paring: seungcheol x reader. (svt members mentioned)

𐦍 genre: frenemies (sort of), romance, a little angst, fluff.

𐦍 warnings: drinking,  brief mentions of illness, mary jane 🍃,  suggestiveness (sort of) 

𐦍 word count: 2.8k

𐦍 content: non-idol characters, food/drink, cursing, slightly- suggestive, pet names, fem! reader. bff! hao. 

𐦍 notes: every time I listen to Means something by Lizzy McAlpine it makes me think of cheol so I wanted to write a little something with it as inspo, but pls ignore any typos or weird phrasing I'm super rusty when it comes to writing long fics. pls enjoy and give feedback. xo.

intro - fall - winter - spring

Fall: Flashback. 

 Running out of your childhood home faster than ever onto the first day of college felt so exhilarating, the smell of the fall air and the wind pushing your hair back as you sprinted to your car door made you feel free. 

You had around two hours before your first class started, a new start was one of your favorite things. Fresh people, fresh clothes, a new haircut, the smell of new books. 

Pulling up to the curb and wailing on your horn to notify your friend you had arrived, made you giggle. This was such a mundane thing you’ve done for years, switching off weeks driving to school, gossiping about your day, but now it felt new again. 

Xu Minghao, the constant person in your circle, the one who always had your back and took the words out of your mouth. He understood you more than anyone in the world, even your own family, got you into parties, held your hair when you happen to drink too much, and most of all never judged you. 

A slam came from across the lawn in front of you, Minghao strutted down his home's cobblestone passageway like he was living his own Tyra Banks fantasy.

“Goodmorning, Gorgeous.” he says eleated as his long legs stretched into your vehicle. 

“Goodmorning, my love.” you responded, putting your car back into drive. “Coffee?” 

Minghao peered at you under the rim of his sunglasses. “For you, I’ll have orange juice and green tea.” 

A whistle escaped your lips, “Wow, robbing me for all I have I see?” 

“No, but I am trying to teach you healthy habits this year. Are you excited for our first class? I actually can't believe we managed to get nearly the same schedule.” 

“Yeah, well my dad insisted on calling the dean and told him that I had a learning disability so I had to be around you as much as I can.” You said cringing. “Luckily they just made him open his wallet and donate to the art department.” 

Minghao just giggled and rolled his eyes because he knew how your parents were and how much you didn’t want anyone to know. “Listen, maybe this year you should just lean into telling people about your family if they ask. I’m not saying you have to or anything, but pretending to be average when you’re anything but is below you.” 

All you could do was hum at his words. The reason you conceal yourself is because pretending you didn’t have an influential family made people respect all the things you’re able to do more, Hao knew that, but he also knew that you struggled keeping a secret all four years of highschool. 

You pulled your car into the local campus cafe and hopped out only to be met by a group of guys yelling for Minghao. 

“Who are they?” you questioned laughing at the group of excited looking puppies from across the lot. 

Hao mimicked your expression, waving his hands side to side, “Oh, wow. That is the group of guys I met abroad I told you about, they go here too.” He roped his arm through yours pulling you into the lion's den. “You’ll like them, they’re nice I promise.” 

Your feet felt like they couldn’t move staring at the four new faces in front of you, one more gorgeous than the next. There was Jun and Chan the dance majors, Wonwoo the literature major, and Seungcheol the business major. Three out of the four automatically welcomed you into their circle, the fourth Choi Seungcheol was icing you out, for a reason you may never understand. 

“What major are you again, Y/N?” Jun asked as you continued awkwardly sipping your coffee across from him. 

“Oh, I’m an art major same as Hao, mainly digital and my minor is tech and graphic.” You said smiling back thankful he broke the ice for you. 

“Wait cool, I think Cheol is also minoring in tech and graphics. Maybe you guys will share a class too.” 

A smirk came from the male to his right, Seungcheol. Something about him was bone chilling, the pale skin the raven hair, competitive by nature. 

“Don’t ask me to sit with you in class, I don’t do amateur hour.” He said flashing you a gingival smile. 

You just smirked back, “Fine with me, I don’t do asshole hour.” 

And that's where it all started, your ongoing competition with Choi Seungcheol. 

Present: 

It’s been a few weeks since your encounter with the bully himself, you just worked and worked behind your desk, with no chance to be out in the real world. You thought about texting your mom to come and visit for the weekend, but ultimately decided on calling Minghao. 

“Hello, my beautiful working girl. How are we?” you could almost feel his smile through the phone. 

“Love my life, hello. I’m alright, just so busy. I was just wondering what you’re doing all weekend, I desperately need to drink.” 

You laugh and he follows along. “Well, well, well. Finally coming to ask me to rescue you from corporate life, huh? I actually made plans to go watch Jun and Hoshi’s concert this weekend, if you wanted to come? There’s a cast party after and they asked about how you were anyway so you can definitely join.” 

“Wait, they’re in town? I had no idea.” You put Hao through the speaker phone and check your socials. “They literally messaged me two days ago asking if I was free. Maybe I should listen to you more.” 

“I have been trying to influence you for like nearly a decade, y/n. But, come please. It's tomorrow, so we can go shopping tonight, have a little sleep over, and drink for breakfast before we go on Saturday.” 

“Wow, yes. I could kiss you. It’s a date.” 

Hao hummed over the other end of the phone, “Meet me at my place at five, okay?” 

“Okay. I love you, I gotta go, bye.” 

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You nearly sprinted out of your desk as the boring work day you had sped past since your conversation with Hao. And you much like the clock speed as fast as you could to find your oasis at his home. 

“Honey, I’m home.” you yelled, removing your coat and shoes and dropping them in his entryway. 

“Well, hello baby.” A voice spoke, not Minghao, but Seungcheol resting in a large lounge chair watching the news. 

With an eye roll, you greeted him back. “What are you doing here?” 

“Hao told me to meet him here to go shopping for the show tomorrow, what are you doing here?” 

You found your way to Hao’s cloud of a couch and planted yourself on it.  

“Uh, he told me the same thing, we were supposed to just hangout and have some drinks tonight.” 

Your eyes met him again, something about them made you feel bad for being so cold towards him for years. 

“Oh, are you spending the night too?” 

“Yeah, did he ask you to stay as well?" 

Seungcheol gestured to the similar overnight bag resting on the floor adjacent to yours. 

“Yep. Should we fight to the death to see who gets the nicer guest room?” 

“I really don’t think I could kick your ass at anything other than Mario Kart.” 

“Then let’s play, the loser gets to buy all the alcohol and the winner gets the good guest room.” 

Seungcheol’s hand reached towards yours and you decided to take it, like making a deal with the devil. 

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About an hour after virtually driving the rainbow, the front door opened again to reveal Minghao in its threshold holding multiple bags of takeout. 

“Oh, hey you’re both here. I brought food."

You jumped up at the chance to break the closeness with Seungcheol you found and he followed suit behind you to greet your friend and to help him with the bags of food in hand. 

“You did not buy fire noodles again, you will literally be in the bathroom for hours.” 

Seungcheol giggled at you while unwrapping the rest of the food. 

“You know, Hao. I never realized Y/N’s strength really lay in gaming, she gave me a run for my money at Mario Kart.” 

“Shut up, Seungcheol you literally still kicked my ass, enjoy your beautiful guest room.” 

You sat sulking at the dining room table, slurping up your bowl of noodles. 

“No, you can have it. I actually live two floors up anyway, I was just fucking with you to see if you could take the heat.” 

“I see you guys had fun without me.” Hao chuckled. “Did I not tell you Cheol moved into my building recently?” 

“No clearly not, he kicked my ass in Mario Kart and now I have to buy you booze hounds alcohol.” 

Minghao clearly was loving the fact that the plan he had set out to get you to get closer was working. Cheol didn’t pick up on the fact that you knew what Hao was up to and continued eating in silence for a while before speaking back up. 

“You don’t really have to spend your money on us, Y/N.” 

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. I’ve been spending my allowance and paychecks on Hao since eighth grade.” 

“Hey! That is not true, our relationship has always been equal.” 

Seungcheol stirred, he always assumed you didn’t have much financially. He’d often wondered in college, how you became friends with Minghao who was definitely better than well off. Was he wrong about you using Hao, sure, but he always thought you benefited from the friendship more than him in other ways then the platonic relationship you shared. 

Too scared to ask without knowing what outcome he’d get from you he decided to excuse himself to the restroom and find out for himself. Cheol sat on the marble tile of Hao’s bathroom sink and searched your name, but no luck, only your professional profiles and instagram hit. 

He searched deeper, and deeper until he stumbled upon an article written in a High School newspaper. 

“Wait, her mom is Mina Lee?” he muttered now searching your first name with a newly founded surname following it.  

Dozens of articles popped up about your family, their finances, their homes, the illness. Stuff Seungcheol would have never expected, all this time he thought you were everything you weren’t, but this, this made more sense. 

He pretended to run the sink water as he bookmarked the article he found talking about the Lee’s hidden children, a gossip blog no less, but maybe it would give him more answers. 

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After hours of shopping, mainly to find Minghao a perfect outfit. You reached your destination, the liquor store. Whipping your card out to hand to Minghao for him and Cheol to spend whatever they wanted to make their night as good as possible, you decided to stay outside and watch the colorful leaves fall. 

Dialing your mom’s number on your phone and waiting for her to answer seemed like forever, but you were eventually met by her soft voice. 

“Y/N? Darling, are you alright?” Hearing a sweet pet name from your mother, no matter how long it's been since you’ve seen her always felt right. 

“Hi, Mom. Yes, I’m okay. I just wanted to check in on you. Is everything alright?” 

“Oh, well good. Your father is feeling better, but I’m not sure his chemo is working as well this time” Your mom just sighed, you could hear the pain through the phone. “Why don’t you come visit for Christmas, okay? We can make hot cocoa together and I’ll fill your stocking with Jelly Beans like we did when you were a kid.” 

“I will. I’ll book my flight when I get back to Hao’s later tonight. Kiss him for me?” 

“Aw, good. Tell Minghao to visit, we miss him too.” 

The sound of the bell on the door rings to alarm you Hao and Cheol were coming back to find you. 

“I’ll force him, I love you, okay?” 

“Alright, dear. We love you, goodnight.” 

As you hang up your phone, you fight back the tickling itch of tears forming in your eyes and fall into step with the two men. 

“We got you that weird sour beer you like, and-” Minghao pulls out a brown bag full of mini bottles of your favorite alcohol. 

“Wow, I see you really treated me and my money well. It’s an honor.” 

You pulled three small bottles out of the bag and handed them to Seungcheol and Hao, twisting off the top of yours. 

“If you guys walk back to Hao’s building with me, I’ll reward you further.” 

You smiled holding up your bottle for a cheers and they followed. 

“Deal.” 

They both smiled and tipped their heads back to get their night started. 

About two blocks from the apartment complex and a few mini bottles of liquor in, you stopped for Hao to run inside a mini mart to grab multiple snacks and a pack of cherry rolling papers you loved. 

“So, Y/N Lee? I was wrong about you wasn’t I?” 

Seungcheol spoke your full name like he was singing lyrics to a song, but it had you confused. 

“What? How did you know that?” 

“I will confess I got confused over dinner before, you guys were saying a lot of stuff and I felt bad asking what it was about so I looked for myself. I’m sorry.” 

Sorry. A word you’d never thought was in Seungcheol’s vocabulary, so you felt it was sincere. 

“It’s alright, it was stupid I lied about it for years anyway. Really, don’t sweat it.” 

“Yeah, that's actually really stupid.” 

That’s all he could respond with, but he did offer an olive branch by opening you a bottle of beer and offering it to you on the sidewalk. 

“Cheers, to getting to know the real you?” Cheol questioned. 

“Yes, cheers to getting to know the real me.”  

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After a change of clothes and more than a few drinks, you dipped out onto Hao’s balcony to roll yourself a joint only to find Seungcheol drink in hand typing on his phone fearlessly. 

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll go back inside.” 

“No, I’m finished, you can sit.” 

You nearly stumbled onto the balcony, the alcohol telling your body where to go.

“Isn’t it against your better judgment to send work emails while drunk?” 

He laughed, placing his phone back into his sweatshirt pocket.

“Well, isn’t it against your better judgment to roll a joint while drunk? That shit looks fucked.”  

You didn’t even ask before you were handing over your stash and papers to him. You watched his fingers and they perfectly packed and fixed your work for you. 

“Wow, what the fuck?” 

“I’ve had practice, if you need a teacher.” 

“I’m much better sober, I promise. Plus it’s cold and I can't feel my fingers.” 

Cheol scooted closer to you now holding a lighter up, begging you to spark his good work with his eyes. The flame burned against your lips as you inhaled a big pull from the scented paper. 

“Thanks.” 

You smiled at him as the smoke poured out of your mouth and you offered him your olive branch, a hit. 

He took it with ease and deeply breathed into his lungs to expand his chest. 

Your closeness was now inching dangerous territory. His fingers grazing yours with every pass of the small object burning between you. That’s what always been going on, burning between you, passion, former hatred, sparks. 

“Here, I’ll help you since it got smaller. Open your mouth.” Seungcheol whispering now, his breath hot on your cheeks. 

You just obliged, feeling a little insecure with your mouth open wide watching the smoke leave his lips, you inhaled. 

Maybe it was the high, the setting, or the alcohol finally setting in, but you needed his mouth on yours. 

“Will you kiss me?” 

Without a word from his lips, they came smashing onto yours and before you knew it you were kissing the enemy. 

The feeling of him on you left you with a high you’ve never felt before. He never let go before you were ready, his hands found their natural space on your hips. 

“Can I confess something, y/n?” 

Snuggling into his embrace you nod against his chest, as you fiddle with the ties of his sweatshirt 

“I was only mean to you in college because I had a crush on you. And if we were sober right now, I’d ask you to come back to my place, because I just love being around you.” 

Suddenly your hands stopped moving and he knew he had missed his chance at a confession once again. His arms scooped you up and carried you all the way into your blissful night of sleep in the good guest room. Little did he know you had been awake the whole time and didn’t sleep a minute.

Feeling the way he kissed you when you got too drunk had to mean something.

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[momiji-bookhouse]

Your writing is so good, I love reading your work! Could you write for Albedo + Glaze Lily please?

[Glaze Lily]: "Tell me, oh storyteller, of the tale of those ill-fated, star-crossed lovers."

Event Masterlist

pairing: Albedo x gn!reader

genre: angst

At its core, the art of alchemy goes against the natural order of the world. The process of breaking an object down into its very essence, molding it to one's will and transfigure it into something else entirely, is one that displays the arrogance of humankind in thinking they can tame something that cannot, and should not, be controlled. But those ever lofty gods do not take heed to these trivial acts of arrogance. What harm is there in allowing mere mortals to fiddle with a little sliver of power?

Alchemy remains harmless to their eyes, until it deals with giving what was once inanimate or decayed feeble life, something they thought they have buried deep underground long ago.

Their fears are realized when a practitioner of that forbidden knowledge appeared in the high walls of Mondstadt.

"Do you think he'll come today?"

"I sure hope so! He's so dreamy~."

You finish the coffee order in your hand, only half-listening to the conversation from your coworkers about some guy who's been coming into the cafe lately.

"What's so great about this guy anyways?" You ask after handing the coffee to the customer.

"Oh (Y/N), if you were here then you would get it. He's so handsome! He must a model. Or an actor."

"Or a prince of some kind. Gods, he looks like he's straight out of a fairy tale. I wouldn't mind if he sweeps me off my feet."

"And his voice...I can melt just thinking about it. Do you think he voices audiobooks?"

"Maybe he can help cure my insomnia by reading a bedtime story to me."

You look at them in suspicion. "That sounds a little too perfect."

"I thought so too! But man, he's so fine. Even his name is pretty." One of them sighs. "Albedo."

Something prickles at the back of your mind at the name, but you quickly shake the feeling off. "That's a rare name."

"I know! I tried looking him up, but he doesn't seem to have much of a social media presence."

"Oh, if only he would show up for your last shift, (Y/N), then you'll see."

You smile ruefully at the reminder that this will be the last time you work here before you move to another city. "Let's see what happens."

To your coworkers' dismay, there's no sign of that mysterious, golden customer. Though you can't deny that you're curious, there's no help mulling on what could have been, especially when you're going to be leaving soon.

At the end of your shift, you change out of your work clothes and hug all of your coworkers goodbye, clocking out one last time before exiting out the back door to start a new chapter in your life.

A few minutes later, the bell chimes, and a young man with hair as pale as chalk walks through the front door.

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The gods trembled upon their divine seats in a mixture of fear and indignation at the last remaining student of the Art of Khemia. An abominable creature existing outside of their jurisdiction that cannot be directly influenced by their dictated fate.

But they would not make their move just yet. No, let the false creation be lured into a sense of security. Let him be convinced that he deserved a life of happiness and peace.

He would make a mistake soon enough.

Spending time in an art gallery isn't what you expected for your day-off, but some of your colleagues have recommended this place to you ever since you've moved here, so you figured there's no harm in going. Besides, it would be a nice change of pace, and it's free to enter to boot.

Coincidentally, the day you decided to go is the day that the gallery is introducing a new exhibition from an artist that you've never heard of before.

"Kreideprinz?" You pronounces as you look at the brochure in curiosity, the name settling into your tongue like a well-worn blanket.

"It means Chalk Prince," the person at the counter informs you. "He's a rising artist that started out in the online space and amassed a following over the years for his sketches and paintings. He's famous for blending realism with a fantastical approach in his landscape depictions. His identity has been a well-kept secret in the industry, but there's a rumor that he may appear at the event tonight."

"Is that so?" You say under your breath while scanning quickly through the brochure. There's no denying the beauty of these images.

"You can find out more on the website if you're interested."

The exhibition is called "On the Boundary", and according to the brochure in your hand, displays a series of his paintings that depicts the world constantly in motion and often on the cusp of a transitional stage.

You stroll through the gallery and find yourself lost in these worlds: from a blooming field of Cecilias that hide signs of decay and rot; to the ancient mountain of Vindagnyr — verdant and prosperous, only belied by a thin flutter of snow on the ground; to the old city of Mondstadt blanketed by darkness and a whisper of a storm.

But not all of it signifies doom and gloom. There's the Tower of Decarabian and the bubbles of resistance hidden among the crowd. The early formation of Liyue Harbor, a skeleton of its now glorious self. The rain slowing its downpour on Yashiori Island. A dazzling depiction of Sumeru City as dreams return to its people.

You stop at a painting of Starsnatch Cliff at night, not as sprawling or grandiose as the others, but something about the simplicity of it draws you in. You wonder what the change could be in this one, could it be the saplings of Cecilia dotted throughout the dusky landscape? Or something in the breeze? Or maybe it's the silhouette of two figures sitting on the precipice of the cliff, bodies so close together that they almost seem to be fusing.

You stare at the sight, entranced. An overwhelming, unnameable feeling fills your soul, a mixture of wistfulness, nostalgia, and yearning. You've been to Starsnatch Cliff once before, but never like this. This is the cliff in another time other than your own. So why is it that you can feel the breeze caressing your cheek, the solid presence of someone beside you, their velvet touch against your skin?

You snap out of your reverie just in time to realize that you had a hand outstretched as if you were going to touch the canvas. You look around to catch the disapproving look from the security guard nearby and quickly retract your hand, your cheeks flaming in shame.

You walk away, and that unexplainable feeling becomes nothing more than dew sliding off a leaf.

That night, a young man wanders discreetly through the gallery, his eyes as blue as the waters of Cider Lake sweeping over each artwork before halting at a particular one.

He gazes at the painting of the lovers on Starsnatch Cliff, and only those observant enough would be able to understand the look in his eyes.

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The creature had everything anyone could ever desire for. Respect from his colleague, power, talent, friends, family, even love. Oh, how he trembled when he realized that this molded heart of his could be capable of such a flighty and ferocious emotion.

How tangible he must have felt, how corporeal and human to be able to taste the fruits of love. He thought he had risen above his shameful origins and was worthy to stand by his lover.

Oh, how the gods anticipated his eventual fall from grace.

It's the perfect day for a stroll in the park, and you congratulate yourself for dragging your body out of bed and enjoy the weather for a little bit, even when your plans for the evening consist of binge-watching your favorite shows and ordering takeout. Ah well, no shame in that.

You're walking along the lake when you feel something crashing into you. You're preparing to chastise them when you realized that the person is only a child, a blonde girl wearing a red dress adorned with clover patterns whose height only manages to hit your upper thighs. Tears rim her eyes, and she has a panicked look on her face.

"What's wrong, are you lost?"

"Klee can't find her mom anywhere! I wanted to see the ducks so I turned away from her for a moment and now I don't know where she is!" She lets out in a ramble.

"Ok," you gently take a hold of her shoulders. "I need you to calm down for me, Klee. We'll find your mom together."

"R-really?"

"Yeah," you smiled. "I promise. Can you describe her to me?"

"M-mom has blonde hair like me, and she's wearing a red dress today so we can match! She's also tall, and very pretty!"

You nod and look down at her dress. Let's hope that there's not a lot of blonde women wearing red dresses with clover patterns in the park today. "Ok, let's go find her."

You let the little girl take your hand and slowly lead her through the park, eyes peeled for the woman fitting the description. You decided to go towards the security booth, thinking that if a panicked parent just lost their child, that would probably be the first place they go to.

Along the way, you get to talking with Klee to ease her worries, asking about her family and listening to her stories about Dodoco (her early interest in chemistry and bomb-making is a bit concerning, but you attribute that to childhood curiosities.)

"You remind me of my brother!"

"Hm? I do?"

She nods enthusiastically, her previous worry seeming to have lessened. "Big brother is also very kind, and he always look after me. Even when he's busy with work, he would find time to play with me."

"Sounds like a good brother."

"He is! I love him very much!"

Thankfully, true to your guess, when you arrive near the booth, there's a hassled woman fitting the description talking to the security guy., waving her arms around frantically.

"Mama!" Klee exclaims and leaves your side to run to her. At the shout, the woman turns around, her eyes brightening in relief.

"Klee!" She springs her arms open to hug the girl. "Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you!"

"I'm sorry," Klee hangs her head guiltily. "I just wanted to look at some ducks."

The woman's shoulders sag. "Oh well, that's alright my little clover. You're here now. Are you okay?"

"Mhmm! I had some help!" Klee gestures to you, still standing there to see the reunion. The woman locks her eyes with yours, and to your surprise, a quick flash of recognition goes through them. She looks at you stiffly, eyebrows furrowed and her mouth almost hanging open.

But she recovers only a second later. "Thank you for helping my Klee."

"It's nothing." You wave a hand. "I'm glad I was able to help."

She nods, and the movement seemed tense. "Come on Klee, say goodbye to the nice person."

"Bye bye!"

"Bye Klee, bye Dodoco."

The woman looks as if though she wants to say something more, but at the last minute she turns away, and offers nothing else than a wave goodbye.

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His fate may not be written by their hands, but his lover was not immune to the whims of destiny.

How cruel it must have been to see a life taken so prematurely, when there was still so much potential and purpose left. How distraught the alchemist was when he witnessed the lifeless body of his lover, how he had begged and pleaded and prayed to the gods he never truly believed in.

They were anticipating this moment, and his next action was one that would seal their paths forever.

"False creation, your attempt at tampering with the natural order of this world to revive a human corpse to life has left us no choice but to intervene. Their soul is no longer of this world, and it is not your right to tether them back to a husk. We cannot ignore this transgression, nor can we let it go unpunished. While everything in this world live and die, you cannot age nor die. Enjoy your immortality, homunculus, and know that you will never be reunited with your love. No matter how many ages past, no matter how many times they reincarnate, no matter if civilizations rise or fall, your paths will never cross again. Heed our words, homunculus. Heed them...or reap the consequences."

You're speedwalking on the sidewalk, silently hoping that you'll make it in time for your appointment. You weave through the streets towards the tracks, the pedestrian light ahead letting you know that a tram will be making its way through soon. You speed up, but the moment your feet makes contact with the tram tracks, you turn to meet the sparkling teal eyes of a young man, his pale blond hair brushing his shoulders, strands pulled back into a half-ponytail to reveal ethereal and delicate features that takes your breath away.

How does one measure a moment when it seems to last forever? You're confident that you're still moving, and yet your feet seem to anchor itself to the ground, trapping yourself in this one instance and refusing to let you go. Everything that is once concrete fizzles out until your surroundings become nothing but dust. There's nothing but you and this man that you've never seen before.

Then why is it that deep inside you feel something call out to you? Why is it that goosebumps rise to your skin and ears buzzed and something creaks in your mind like an abandoned cabinet finally being opened?

Why is he gazing at you with so much tenderness and sadness?

The moment passes. You emerge on the other side safely, the tram blocking your sight entirely. You find yourself lingering for a few seconds, as if seeing if you can catch another look at that mysterious person. The fleeting desire is broken when you take a glance at your phone, horrified to know that you only have a few minutes left.

You dash off, all thoughts of that beautiful man seemingly lost to you.

───── ⋆⋅✨⋅⋆ ─────

Albedo watches as the tram pass, and to his disappointment there is no sign of you on that other side.

He had anticipated this. The gods have kept vigilant to their words for thousands of years, never letting up in their promise to never let him see you ever again. But this slip of theirs...how interesting.

He had seen it in your eyes, he knows that deep down your soul still recognizes him, even when a fog encases your heart and mind. This gives him some hope yet, that those deities up above are not all-powerful and omnipresent.

He turns away, his footsteps clacking against the sidewalk as he thinks about his next move.

He will find their weakness, topple them from their heavenly thrones with his bare hands, and reweave the strands of fate.

After all, Albedo has nothing but time and patience.

#albedo #albedo x reader #albedo drabbles #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #sagi's recommendation #momiji's collection #spring blooming event #momiji's special events

[mynameiskanade]

SILLY LITTLE MIKANADE STORY !!

the door from the bathroom opened, revealing a kanade with a towel draped over their shoulder while their hair was on top of the towel. the little waterdrops forming in the end of their strands, as the drops fell to the towel underneath. kanade stretched their arms upwards in exhaustion, before walking to their bed and sitting on it. they immediately grabbed their phone from on top of the drawer nearby, turning it on to check if theres anything new. they saw a message by a familliar someone…

[theres more under cut!] [anti selfship dni :3]

kanade, in the next day, was running through the crowds of the city. it was 09:57, almost time for them to meet with mika in the cafe. they quickly ran past the shops. they suddenly stopped running, heavily panting as they felt their heart beat quite fast. they opened their phone to see: 10:01 AM. they panicked and immediately went into the cafe as the bell in front of the door rings. a familliar person quickly noticed it, and a dopey, wide smile crept onto his face when he saw kanade.

“ kanade-chan, over her’! “

mika waved to kanade from afar, kanade walked to him and sat on one of the chairs for the table mika was in. “ …..ahh.. sorry, i was a bit late.. “ kanade said, scratching the back of their head nervously. their heart seemed to beat faster from running. “ ??.. nnahh,, its fine! i think i jus’ came too early. i was hopin’ ya’d come! “ mika reassured, patting kanades head. the waiter slowly came to their table, giving them the menu.

“ so, what do ya wanna order ? i think i’d get the donut! i know ya really like strawberry donuts, so i wanna order ‘em for the both of us.. “ mika’s cheeks became as pink as the stawberry donuts on the picture of the menu.“ …. mmm… well, if you’re ordering the donut for me, then ill just take the cappuccino. “ kanade said. “ ohhh… alright then! i’ll jus’ get donuts for us. i don’ feel like eatin’ much.. “ the waiter writes down in their notepad about kanade’s and mika’s order. the waiter then took the menu and walked away. there was a slight awkward silence between kanade and mika after the waiter left, but kanade spoke:

“ ….so.. uh… oh, right. did you know theres multiple new clothing stores in a mall i used to go to a lot as a kid? “ kanade said. “ …i was hoping you might wanna.. join shopping with me? “mika’s face immediately brightened as soon as he heard that. “ nnggahh.. i wanna go wit’ ya ! tha’ sounds fun, and .. “ mika paused for a second. “ …to think i’ll be goin’ wit’ ya.. makes m’go all fuzzy.. “

the waiter then soon arrived with the food that kanade and mika ordered. they both were happy to eat the food and drinks while chatting happily with eachother. it has been a while since kanade has been this way. they felt… attached to him. kanade tries to shake the thought off and deny it by multiple times. though.. it was obvious how kanade seemed to love chatting with mika, and how kanade was the nicest to mika. it was also obvious how kanade kept looking at how mika and shu talked with eachother, feeling a teeny tiny bit of envy. …why hasnt kanade’s heart stopped beating ever since they arrived?

….i wonder if he genuinely cares about me.

—

kanade and mika soon have entered the mall, they escalated to the fifth floor to check out the new clothes stores. the stores range from hair accessories, to multiple choices of fashion. mika was definitely excited to check the stores out, taking kanade’s hand to check those stores out. kanade was startled by the sudden action, but didnt mind one bit.they both started checking out the accessories store. there were bracelets, hairclips, extensions, and some hairbands.

“ …oh, hey. “ kanade said, picking up the multiple purple hairclips. “ …i feel like this would suit you well, mikarin. i wanna see you wearing it, maybe… “ kanade kept their neutral expression that they always have on their face, but its obvious their expression seemed a bit more happy than usual. “ oohh.. i mean.. i don’ know if this will suit me… but if kanade-chan says so, ill try it on fer ya ! “ mika immediately clips on the hairclips, showing it to kanade after hes done clipping it to their hair.

“ how do i look, kanade-chan? “ mika looked at kanade with a wide grin.“ …you.. you look really great, actually.. “ kanade says. “ …im actually kind of jealous of how nice you look.. “ mika became giddy hearing it, but he grabbed kanade’s shoulder and looked at them with a serious expression. “ nggah.. but ya look so good wearin’ anythin’.. “ you can basically hear the frown and adoration in his voice. but truly, nobody can replicate how pretty you are…

kanade eyes widened, as they became red at the words of mika. kanade then paid for mika’s accessory, lovingly dragging mika out of the store. they looked down on the floor from the gaps of the floor. there was an aquarium. kanade was curious to check it out. “ ..ohh.. hey, theres an aquarium. do you maybe… wanna go check it out?? “ “ really?! i would love ta-!“ once kanade heard his answer, they immediately started running with their hand interlaced with mika’s.

“ nggahh?! s..slow down, kanade-chan-! "

—

kanade and mika are now in the aquarium. it was a dark place, but weirdly something in the sea made everything shaded blue. there was only a few people to be seen, weird. they were both met with adorable sea creatures swimming around the water, ranging from colorful to dull colors. they both felt nice. kanade places their hand on the glass of the water tank. it was truly beautiful… mika giggled at the sight. “ hehe.. yer really happy today, huh? “

“ …well, its not my fault the fishes looks cute. “ kanade said, staring into the distance. they slowly wondered, about something. “ …hey, if i was a fish, would you think im beautiful? “ kanade asked mika, tilting their head in curiosity for mika’s answer.

“ mmm… well.. i think yer pretty in every way-! “ mika then looked at kanade, they were shaded with a light blue, because they were so close to the glass. he felt like he saw something.. truly mesmerizing. he went red at the sight, becoming unresponsive. kanade looked weirdly beautiful under the shade. kanade then placed a hand infront of mika, shaking it. “ …hello? earth to.. mikarin? “ mika snapped out of it, and started stammering and almost falling back. “ n..nggah.. s..sorry, ya just looked so.. “ mika suddenly wraps his arms around them, burying his face into their neck. kanade was startled, but slowly hugs him back.

nothin’ could match yer beauty, not even the fishies..

—

soon, the clock on kanade’s phone turned 09:57 to 16:39, not noticing how the sky has faded into a warm orange. kanade and mika were walking along the streets, talking a lot to eachother.“ hehe, today was super fun! i love spendin’ time with ya, kanade-chan.. i miss the feeling a lot. “ mika smiled wide. kanade suddenly stops in their tracks, making mika suprised and looked back at kanade. “ …eh? kanade-chan, why did ya suddenly stop..? “

kanade seems to be spacing off, suddenly looking a little numb. there was a bit of sadness in their eyes as they stared into the distance, but they slowly diverted their eyes on the ground on the left. today was kinda windy, so all clothes were moving to the direction of the air pressure. both of mika and kanade’s hair were flowing through the air. they soon made eye contact with mika. it was like nothing exists besides them.

“ …hey, mikarin.. can you promise that we’ll be close together forever..? ….for everything to be the same as always..? “ kanade asked to mika, mika was a little suprised by the sudden request. “ ..eh? kanade-chan, why are ya suddenly saying stuff like that..? “

“ … “ kanade looked away once again, there was a silence between them for a few seconds, before mika started speaking. “ …i dunno if we ar’ gonna stay together like this.. but.. ill do my best to keep this way! “ mika holds both of kanades hands again. “ c’mon! lets go talk a lil’ at my dorm! ritsu-kun wont mind. “ mika then walked with kanade to ensemble square. there was a slight smile on kanade’s face, before walking with him. ‘maybe it was jus’ my imagination..’

i'll be here with you. always and forever.

#tags: nyx's writing #tags: sewing and shopping #yumestars #selfship fanfic #selfship fic #selfshipping #yumeship #mika kagehira #kagehira mika #f/o x s/i #s/i x f/o #self insert #ensemble stars #tags: nyx's kanade

[soemthingsparkly]

i would absolutely love to share a rant!

all the characters are so psychologically fucked up in such a realistic way that i didn't see represented much. grian venting to tango about feeling left out. the fact that he felt left out at all over something so small. they're so codependent and i love it.

and then there's scott and jimmy's dynamic. scott kissing jimmy and then jimmy venting to grian and then grian just responding with "HE DID WHAT??????" and then at the cafe. the idea of someone doing something they shouldn't have and then having a panic attack over a third party's opinion on it is so... idk how to say it. like i said, a type of fucked up that you don't see talked about much and i relate so hard to it. it's clear scott's probably trying his best out at least trying a lot to not hurt jimmy but he's failing miserably and i don't think he even realizes it. and like. yeah. ive been there. i don't actually know why scott broke up with him but i get the vibe it was supposed to be like. to help jimmy in some way. like "oh wait ive been toxic maybe i should end this for his sake". but doing that obviously hurt jimmy, especially since he didn't say *why* he did it. and scott obviously did something really drastic and sudden so he's not doing well either and he really wants to go back to jimmy. he knows he's being manipulative and it's not on purpose but in trying to stop and be better he keeps making things worse. and like. this is all a side thing. this fic is mostly about mumscarian and you threw in this flower husbands sideplot but it's still so fleshed out and so *real*.

and speaking of the mumscarian thing the way you write their friendships, especially grian and mumbo's is amazing. it's not like. a stepping stone to a romantic relationship even though they are going to end up in one. very "not more than friends, different from friends" vibes /vpos. it doesn't feel like they're ending up in a romantic relationship. it feels like they're making their relationship romantic and i love that so much.

grian just texting mumbo that he's bored gives such hcs7 vibes and like he yeah they're so codependent and it's so obvious from grian's side my god

and the way you write pearl is amazing, she's got this sibling energy and it's great.

the way you write all of them is amazing actually. i can hear everything they say in their voices. the clockers are on point, especially scar and bdubs.

i could keep going im sure lmao but anyway great fic i love it if you read this ill cry /pos

This has been sitting in my ask box for a while because I just love it so much anon and I was like~~~ how do I respond to such a long ask with the same level of enthusiam?

I wanna break this ask into chunks and there's bits of your ask I wanna respond to directly, so...

all the characters are so psychologically fucked up in such a realistic way that i didn't see represented much.

I'm glad you think so! I definitely feel like I'm being a little bit risky with how I'm presenting some of the, I suppose, human consequences of being human?

I think a lot of what fandom (in general) consumes gets a little over-sanitised these days. Our favourite characters aren't allowed to be flawed like real people, they must be flawed in a way that is either endearing, entertaining (sarcastic or snarky), or easily forgivable.

But that's not always that interesting when it comes to wanting characters we can truly relate to?

Grian gets upset he's left out not just because he has Trauma™, but because he does have a co-dependancy on Mumbo that borders on unhealthy. Tango tells Grian to, in not so many words, get over himself and try and have fun - not because he knew Grian would respond well to it, but because he's blunt and doesn't know how to comfort people gently. Bdubs makes fun of Scar for being disabled, because he knows that everybody in that group chat understands he's joking and that his comments will never leave that group chat (in-world that is, of course, everybody who reads the fic will read them).

And Scott for example, is not a very well-liked character amongst readers at the moment, but he's absolutely one of my favourite to write. You put it pretty well here:

he knows he's being manipulative and it's not on purpose but in trying to stop and be better he keeps making things worse.

Like yes, exactly. He's trying to do better, but the actions he takes that he thinks (or is being co-erced into believing via mental illness) will make things better, keep making things worse and he doesn't really understand how to do it right. And haven't we all been in that position before?

And yet up until chapter 17, we've only ever seen into their dynamic from the outside. We've only ever seen Scott's actions from Jimmy's POV or from the POV of someone who cares about Jimmy.

And somehow it's Jimmy, of all people, defending Scott.

It's absolutely fascinating to see readers reactions and I'd be so happy to talk about this forever and ever and ever, hehehe.

And what you said about Mumbo and Grian's relationship, here:

very "not more than friends, different from friends" vibes /vpos. it doesn't feel like they're ending up in a romantic relationship. it feels like they're making their relationship romantic and i love that so much.

I'm actually SO glad you feel that way about them, because that's exactly the way I feel about them, too. They're not just friends, so much as they're Grian and Mumbo. The idea of them being friends almost suggests an alternative of them being not friends and I just don't there's a way in this world that they can exist and be without one another. So yes, I love this a lot and I love that you feel that way about them.

Thank you so much for this absolutely beautiful message - I am such a fan of analysing characters and their interactions and all that. Frankly, thank you for giving me a space to talk at length about the way these characters are in this fic!!

Here is a tissue for the tears, I hope you don't cry too hard. Remember to stay hydrated <333

Lumi <3

#the hermit coffee co. #hcc Grian #hcc Mumbo #hcc Scott #hcc Tango #hcc discussion #lumi answers #hcc Bdubs

[nogenderbee]

WAIT WAIT CAN YOY MAKE A FIC WHERE READER IS DOWN BAD FOR SHIZUKU (just like me fr 👊👊) AND SHIZUKU IS SO OBLIVPUS PLS PLS ILL KISS U

Oh my thank you for the kiss 🤭 And I really enjoyed writing it since I also simp for Shizuku a little <3 anyway enjoy!

Shizuku with admirer!reader

Is it small gesture, compliment or even eye contact from her way? It doesn't matter! You were screaming inside just when you breath the same air as her!

Shizuku was kind, caring, a little silly, pretty, in fact you could've talked about how amazing she is for hours! You knew she had a lot of admirers but you thought you still had a lot of chances since you're very good friends with her! Although you would much more prefer if she would be someone closer...

The day you learned that her favorite food are udon noodles and tofu skin is the day you started giving her AT LEAST one of them every day and gave them to Shizuku on lunch, and once you do, she always invited you to eat lunch with her or with her group. But if you go to different school, you still can give food to her before classes, in front of her school gate and she will invite you to hangout after classes as a "thank you" for your work. And that's what you did today

"Thank you so much YN, it's my favorite food! Would it be alright if I take you to this one cute penguin cafe? I've been there with my group and I think you might enjoy it!"

"As a friend meeting or... something more?"

"It can be something more!"

The moment you heard it, your heart fluttered but it didn't lasted long before some more words escaped her lips

"It can be best friends meeting! Is that alright?"

"I would prefer for it to be something even more... but that's alright too...!"

You wanted to suggest for it to be a date but you were afraid you're gonna ruin this beatiful smile Shizuku had on her face now that you adored so much.

On your hangout in cafe you looked at the menu and saw your chance that you decided to take, and it was your favorite flavored drink for two, if you ask her for it she MUST know that you want it to be a date, right?

"Shizuku, can we share this drink? It's offer for two!"

"Of course! It's so cute~ and you get figure after drinking it too! Are you penguin lover just like Haruka?"

"[insert your opinion on penguins here ^^]. But it's not why I asked! It's just... it's for pairs and since it's just the two of us I thought that maybe we could take it..."

"Ohh, I understand! It's really adorable sign of friendship! I'll ask my group to do the same next time! Or maybe even Shiho will agree~"

Again, Shizuku was very happy, and it put a smile on your face and you just didn't wanted to break it. But either way, you clearly enjoyed sharing drink with her, especially when you drinked at the same time!

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#project sekai #colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage #x reader #project sekai x reader #colorful stage x reader #project sekai colorful stage x reader #shizuku hinomori #shizuku hinomori x reader #project sekai shizuku hinomori #project sekai shizuku x reader #fluff #oneshot #project sekai fluff #project sekai oneshot

[sanderchu]

i fell in love with the tommy x famous actors daughter!reader, and i love the anons idea with the reader being chris hemsworths daughter, can you write a oneshot about it? maybe fluff or angst?

Once in a lifetime

Note: this is like an angst fluff, this is about how tommy finally gets to see reader not for the first time but for the first time in a while because there dad travels a bunch for movies and shows. But your only there for a day since your dad just needs to do a quick scene here so tommy feels down

Type: slight angst, fluff

Side note: once again I don’t have a celeb in mind so that’s for you to decide and I got to into this so this is a bunch-

Reader: Fem!reader

You and Tommy sorta have an online relationship since your dad is a famous actor. He does travel though and you do tend to come with him sometimes. So today you texted tommy all happy.

Y/n: TOM TOM TOM

T: YES?!

Y/n: IM GOING TO BE IN BRIGHTON :D bad news though, only for a day because of my dads job

T: YAY THATS OK ILL MAKE IT THE BEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE >:D ILY

Y/n: ILYT ILL TEXT YOU WHEN IM HERE

tommy couldn’t be any happier to hear he can finally see you after so long. He made sure to wear a decent set of clothing since he knew you would be with your dad so a casual button up and some jeans were fine. He waited and waited for your text until he finally got it. You said how you were finally here and sent him the address of where you wanted to meet up as your dad went to do his filming. Tommy immediately started running there since it wasn’t far and he wanted to be a gentleman to be there early.

Soon enough he saw a car pull up with you coming out of it. You waved to your dad as your dad waved to you then tommy. Panicked, tommy still managed to pull off a decent smile and wave. Your dad drove off telling you to call or text when you wanted to get picked up or if anything. Without waiting any longer tommy hugged you so tight catching you off guard but that was ok, you missed him as much as he missed you.

Without wanting to waste more time you both talked as you walked. He decided to surprise you and take you to your favorite cafe you loved when you first came here. He spoiled you letting you buy whatever your heart desired since it’s so rare he can do this. After a bit you guys went to go see some attractions in the area making sure you took loads of videos and pictures.

After some of that you went to Tommy’s house and cuddled with him for a bit. You and him are both into this show so tend to watch it on discord calls together but now that your in person you tried to watch as much as possible. But that fun didn’t last forever, a bit in during an episode your dad called saying he needed your location because it was time to go. Time flew by so fast when you looked it was almost 11 pm. You sadly listened and sent him the address of Tommy’s apartment.

When you told Tommy the news he was sad to have you go to and kinda cried a bit knowing he won’t be able to do all the things he did with you for a even longer time. You apologized at it but he declined it stating that it’s not your fault nor your dads it’s just his job and that’s totally fine. When the car came you and Tommy were already outside waiting. You dad rolled down the window and greeted you both with a slight sad smile knowing how much you love Tommy he was kinda sad to take you away again. “Take this to remember me whenever and I’ll come back in no time” you handed him a box as you kissed his lips one last time for now. Long but sweet nothing to special but definitely a sad kiss.

When you and your dad drove off tommy immediately opened the box before he felt to sad to open it. Inside was half of a heart on a necklace. That’s when you sent him a picture of the other half with no context just that. He immediately putting it on having tears of joy and sadness come out of him as he walked back into his apartment and laid on the couch as he played with the necklace

A/n: i got to into this 😭 buttt- plot twist: your dad thought it would be nice if you stood with Tommy for 6 months as he moved around to film since he had a bunch of traveling and thought you needed more time with Tommy and because he thought it would be nice for you to relax and no go with him everywhere.

#dsmp x reader #dsmp imagine #dsmp scenario #mcyt imagine #dsmp #mcyt #mcyt x reader #scenario #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommy x reader

[crxxnt-m]

hi!! i hope you’re having a great day! could you please write kaeya x gn! reader (they/them) where his s/o has self-doubts and thoughts how kaeya might leave them and all that since he’s flirting with everyone and he comforts them in the end? hurt/comfort would be nice :). thank you!!! and have a great day!!

here’s a hug for u :))

"You're my only one" » Kaeya A.

warnings: angst/fluff trope cuz i <3 angst and fluff

they/them

may contain swearing, insecurities mentioned, mentions of burns, mentions of stabb1ng sum1, (may contain more, update me if found)

enjoy ;)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

2 years, its been exactly two years the two of you have been walking around mondstadt hand-in-hand while Kaeya was on patrol duty.. Two years is enough to have you trust him dearly, and he clearly has shown it in all the possible ways there is. And yet for some reason theres still a light pounding in your heart whenever you find him talking to one of his co-knights.

She was everything you weren't, she had money, the hair that you know never tangled and was so soft to touch, the skin as fair as and fragile as a dandelion. Her life was basically a walking pinterest board, a life you wanted your whole life, she was perfect and yet here you are drinking coffee with the man who you know would have every girl and guy have on their knees if he wanted to.

No lie, you knew what you were going to get into in the beginning of the relationship. Everyone wanted him and you were just, well, there? a baker who wakes up early to make some mora earl in the morning kneading bread and having burns all over their arms and visible eyebags. There was almost nothing to compare, with how much difference the both of you have? its as if youre comparing black and white together.. total difference.

"you okay there? you seem spaced out." the thoughts you had going on your head was soon disturbed with the man with an iced americano on his left hand. "yeah, just thinking." you replied, with that slight smile on your face. For two years, you know kaeya can read your face even just the first few times the both of you had met. That 'slight smile' plastered on your face and immediately going back to that straight face of yours after looking away his direction, he immediately knew something was wrong.

About to say something, the blue-haired man suddenly was cut off by a woman, the same woman you were thinking of just a few moments ago, the woman that was the reason as to you you spaced out not too long ago, and the maybe even the reason why you smell a huge fight burning between you and kaeya.

"hey omg, i didnt know you and i had the same day off?" said the girl, who surprisingly looked very surprised while talking to your boyfriend.. The both of them continued, leaving you behind as if you were hiding behind kaeya serving as a shadow below him. you just wanted to leave and walk out the café, you couldnt bare seeing him with the woman who youve been jealous of for the last few weeks.

You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, you wanted to stab her with the slanted part of the straw of your drink and quickly leave while she was just there, but no. here you are looking pathetic as your eyes are locked with the floor.. your staring contest with the floor went on a little while before you finally look up after you heard a laugh from the both of them

"yeah well, i gotta get going.. ill see you on monday then!" said the girl while she played with the loose strand of her hair while walking away and waving bye to the man infront of you.. at this point youve had it, youve had enough, the emotions youve been saving up has finally whistled like a teapot on a burning stove when its hot.

as soon as you see her leave the cafe, you gathered your things with tears forming in your eyes and exit the coffee smelling place leaving kaeya confused, but as soon as he saw a glimpse of the tear that slipped your cheek as you walked away he immediately ran after you not knowing what wrong had happened.

skipping through time as you finally end up to your shared bedroom, knowing very well to lock up the bedrooms door as you rush up to your side of the bed, curled yourself up and just started bawling. you felt so insecure, as if you yourself knew that you never deserved such a man like kaeya.. his annoying demeanor you knew very well and how much of a flirt he normally is, you tried once to tell him to stop and he did, knowing he is taken and its right to make it clearly sure about how his partner should never feel insecure about him. You know he keeps his promises, its you whos the problem.

black and white, they are two different shades but then, the similar thing about the two is that they are still colors, just like how you and the woman both likes kaeya.

"y/n, darling. Are you in there? can we talk please?"

said the man from the other side of the door knocking every now and then. Your no response just tells him that youre crying, and he speculates it is his fault.

you hears keys rattle from outside and soon after you hear the door creak and footsteps comming closer and closer, until a hand finds your back and rubs and pats it vigorously as if its assuring you to know someones there for you and you dont have to be scared for crying infront of them

"is it because of her, love? i just want to tell you, yes she may seem like she has an interest for me for a few week now, but it would be impolite of me to not entertain her questions mostly if its about work. but i promise you, it will always be you. no matter how ugly you think of yourself or how you compare yourself to someone it will always be you, after this life and even in another life ill always be your soulmate.. youre basically stuck with me now." said kaeya

"it will always be you. now come and lets cuddle, your prettier when you dont have those morning puffy eyes in the morning"

#kaeya x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact #accepting requests #genshin #genshinimpact #kaeya genshin #genshin kaeya #gender neutral #genshin requests #kaeya ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #kaeya x you #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya #angst to fluff #hurt comfort

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Sing-U-Lator

For: @thefalsefangirl @higgidigs @briarlovesu @bibliophilea @idiot-cheesehead-archenemy

Song inspiration: Addict - Vivziepop and Alastor’s Reprise - Vivziepop Vlad and Danny have a proper talk but it's not really a talk or proper

Danny roughs up his hair, frustrated, why did Lancer always have give such open-ended ‘up to your imagination’ projects? Sure Danny didn't lack creativity but his creativity wasn’t exactly… normal. Plus, how was he supposed to make a song prompt without ripping off Ember? Sometimes being friends with a singer was a major double edge sword.

He’s half tempted to just call Vlad, dude gave some solid advice… even if it sometimes seemed slightly sketchy. What would he know about this though? Maybe he writes poetry in his rich person free time?

Thumping his head on his desk a couple of times, fuck it. Flipping out his phone and leaning back, “hey yo, Vladdie”.

“Daniel? Is there an issue. I am rather… preoccupied at the moment”.

Danny snorts at that, “I’d say with what but you're still all mysterious half the time. Anyways, my homework isn’t home working. Know anything to do with music?”.

“… I’m beginning to believe that you have a very concerning sense of timing, my boy. I’ve rather recently… acquired a seemingly ectoplasm infused music generating bow tie”.

Danny blinks hard at that, not for the first time since meeting the man, Danny’s had the feeling Vlad had sticky fingers or something. Sure, Danny also stole stuff… and maybe did so more now than he used to -which now that he thinks about it, might be ever so slightly due to some Vlad-related encouragement. But that’s a thought for another day- but Vlad was way more sticky fingered. “Why? Though I guess that could just make my music prompt for me”.

Danny jumps at a sudden voice, “that could be quiet a good idea. You are rather bad at this”.

Danny whirls around, “eh yo, what the fuck?!?”.  It’s goddamn GhostWriter… Well at least it’s not Walker, or Boxy, or Skulker.

The GhostWriter seemingly ignores the teen, eyeing the paper instead, “you clearly have no love for the written word, as painful as that is, can’t have you embarrassing ghosts with your lack of lyrical diction”, summoning out his keyboard, fingers flying.

Danny groans loudly, “oh come on! Not this shit again”.

“Language, Daniel”.

The GhostWriter narrows his eyes at the phone, “and I would appreciate my artefact returned”.

And suddenly Danny gets hurtled out his window, half shrieking, “VLAAAAAAAD!”, angrily all the while. Granted… he couldn’t blame his -sometimes sketchy- mentor too much; Danny was usually the one who caused issues and Vlad certainly wasn’t immune to trouble making. Vlad yelping, “butter biscuits!”, on the other side of the line at least means this was probably going to be both of their problem(s).

The two halfas groan and push themselves up from the hard smooth ground.

So they weren’t outside on the dirt/grass. Good to know.

Danny grumbles, “I don’t know whether to blame you, blame GhostWriter, blame you, blame myself, blame you, or blame Lancer”.

Vlad giving a very dry reply, “funny, I was thinking something very similar”, then chuckling faintly, “perhaps halfas merely attract ill luck”, glancing around as he stands and brushes himself off, “we appear to be in some sort of cafe”.

“Ah fuck yes, tell me there’s coffee”.

“Language”, Vlad shakes his head, “you consume enough of that stuff to kill you a few times over”.

Danny snorts, “aw, you’d miss me”.

“But of course”. Vlad’s voice is genuinely fond, making Danny mutter, “I know it’s 🎶till death dooooo us part,  but we're already past that phase🎶”.

Both of them stop at that, Danny looks insanely confused and slightly pissed off; Vlad quirks a single eyebrow. Quirking another eyebrow at the bow tie, which is apparently tied around his wrist now, as it starts making music, a electronic piano beat, “I don’t think this is going to end well”.

Danny grumbling, “sounds like the story of my half life. Shit always so seems to be going south since the whole dyin’ while tryin’ to be helpful thing”.

Vlad eyes him, “but 🎶this could be a brand neeeew start🎶”, grimacing a little after because seriously?

Danny huffing, yeah sure the whole dying thing really legit could have effectively given him a new ‘lease on life’ as it were, but instead he’s just spending all of his time fighting and anxiously hiding his shit. Even if he legit honestly likes the way he is now, he had cool powers and stuff. Grumbling, “tell me about it. 🎶I think I deserve some praise for the way that I ammmmmmmm🎶”, gesturing around a bit ridiculously because he might as well just go along with this and no one else was actually here from the looks of It to witness this bullshit. Being a ghost was fucking great okay? Regardless of his parents anti-ghost ectophobia bullshit.

Vlad glances around and shrugs, he’s been involved in stranger, sitting down in a random chair, “🎶despite becoming a ghost, and ending up nearly comatose🎶”; Vlad was still baffled by how severe Danny’s portal-related accident was. The fact that his body survived getting blasted by an entire dimension worth of ectoplasm and being electrocuted by over four lightening bolts worth of electricity was impressive and a bit horrifying.

Danny rolls his eyes at that, flicking his wrist pointedly at Vlad as the bow tie adds in fucking finger snapping to its tune, “🎶I don’t give a daaaaaaaamnnnnnn🎶”, eyeing Vlad with a bit of a smirk, “what about you?”.

Vlad snorts and stands up, “🎶I let my emotions go, and fudge being a sober hoe🎶”. Danny looks a little scandalised by Vlad’s almost swearing but takes the offered flasks because at this point, fuck it.

The GhostWriter is one hundred percent manipulating this into a musical or some shit, and no one wants to deal with that shit fully sober.

The two taking steps, gesturing, and dancing a little while their hands are almost connected due to holding the flask. Singing together, “🎶this is the maaaantra, this is the liiiiife🎶”. Regardless of anything Danny liked the way he was and he damn well knew Vlad did too.

Separating and twirling, still singing together, “🎶we’re playing with our lives noooooow, till the end of every niiiiiiiight 🎶”.

Vlad eyeing his flask, “🎶eventually surrounded by fiiiire🎶”.

Danny laughing, “🎶my fighting passion igniiiights🎶”.

The two eyeing each other and grinning a little, “🎶a hit of the heaven and hell, a helluva hiiiiigh🎶”. At this point they were in this shit together, even if Danny had a feeling that Vlad was a less than stellar influence, and Vlad knew that Danny might one day force him to reconcile with his ‘old friends’.

Vlad turning away, “🎶I’m addddddicted to the madddddness🎶”, he knew damn well all the crime and less than legal stuff he did was something he got a massive rush from, and what did he care if he screwed a few people over for his own personal gain?

Danny turning away as well, “🎶this tooooown is my atlaaaaantis🎶”, this town, Amity Park, was his Everything and he was protective as Hell of it. It was nice that a lot of the town was starting to actually view him as their protector, made him feel like his purpose was actually being seen.

Vlad chuckles, eyeing Danny quickly, “you do a lot of rather illegal things to protect ‘this town’, you know”. Danny chuckling right back, “as if you don’t do the same to satisfy your possessiveness”.

Danny puts up a fist for a fist bump and Vlad rolls his eyes though supplies him with his requested fist bump, the two singing together again, “🎶we’re forever gonna have a fucking/fudging reason to sin🎶”.

Vlad glares at him a little over the swearing but everything help him if he didn't already know that Danny had a bit of a foul mouth and that it was kind of pointless to correct the boy. Besides, Danny’s ‘soul’ or whatever was a lot cleaner than his own, “🎶let me leaaaaaave my soul to burn🎶”,

Danny pointing at him agressively, “🎶I’ll be breathin’ it in🎶”, then making a face, “I mean that your mentorship is actually kinda good, not that I’m going to literally breath in your burnt ashes, what the fuck GhostWriter”, and glares at the ceiling; faint ghostly laughter could be heard.

Vlad can’t help grinning at that a little, “🎶and I’m addiiiicted to that feeeeeeling🎶”.

Danny gesturing up, “🎶then get hiiiiiigher than the ceiiiiiling🎶”.

Vlad nods curtly, because as not harmful as this was, it was still annoying.

The Ghostwriters voice comes down from the ceiling, “🎶and I’m neeeever gonna want this feeling to end, just conceeeeede and give in to you inner demons again🎶”.  Vlad fires a blast at the ceiling while the bow tie adds in a metallic drum beat for a bit before slowing to a more soft sound.

Danny eyes Vlad a little, “you know I know what you ‘inner demons’ are at this point, right? Your thing for mom?”, cringing and rubbing his neck, “and I mean sure,  🎶yeah, you fell in loooove. But-🎶”, gesturing at the flask, “🎶-you fell deeper in a piiit🎶”.

Vlad blinks, sure he knew Daniel would figure that out eventually but this was definitely not how he wanted that to come out. But what were ghosts if not their past regrets and obsessions? He couldn’t give up on her, not yet, maybe not ever. Throwing a hand out to the side and trying to hide that that comment hurt a little, “well 🎶Death didn’t get us aaabooove. So count your blessing because this is it🎶”, that came out more bitter than he really meant it.

Danny quirks an eyebrow at him and moving to get a bit in his face, “🎶sooooo you’re not letting goooOooOOOOoooOoo🎶?”.

Vlad shrugs, taking a swig from his flask and eyeing the musical bow tie with contempt, “🎶so what if I misbehave🎶”.

Danny huffing, crossing his arms, “🎶I guess it’s what everybody craves🎶”, then pointing at Vlad, “but, 🎶look around and you’ll already knooooOoOooOOOoow🎶”, pausing and rubbing his temples, “it ain’t gonna work out for you, you know”.

Vlad shrugs more vulnerably than he really means to, “I know, I really do. You think I can’t tell, Daniel? Meeting you and seeing them again makes that so clear. But-”, eyeing the boy, “-an apprentice changes a mentor as much as a mentor changes their apprentice”, holding out a hand, “🎶so, come if you’re feeling brave, and fancy yourself a mentor🎶”.  Bow tie beat picking back up again.

Danny chuckles, okay Vlad’s thing for mom was weird and would never work out but if Vlad was content to redirect himself towards mentoring Danny himself then who was Danny to argue against that? Heck! It was probably a really good thing, plus Vlad was -maybe? Possibly?- morally questionable enough that he wouldn’t take Danny’s shit but also wouldn’t question him about being socially unacceptable. “🎶you want it, I got it. See what you liiiikeeeeEEEeeEe🎶”.

Vlad nods, when he first met Danny and realised what he was, a fellow halfa, it was just a maze of endless possibilities. When he realised that Daniel not only formed as a ghost at a far higher ectoplasmic level but also had more room for growth, he was amazing. Daniel could beat Pariah some day, if he tried. Having that boy as his was far too tempting and far more enticing than any amount of money or Maddie. Daniel could take the world if he wanted, and Vlad could guide that, could stand beside him, “🎶we could have it allllllllll, by the end of any niiight🎶”. If Daniel tried he could probably take over the entire Infinite Realm today if he so desired.

Danny snorts, waving him off, “I can’t tell if you mean this world or the afterlife. But here it would be, 🎶your money and power🎶 and in the ghost zone it would definitely be, 🎶my sinful deliiiight🎶”, chuckling, “you know how much a lot of ghosts hate me at this point”. Him chuckling again, “🎶I’mma hit of that heaven and hell, a helluva hiiiiiigh🎶”.

Vlad can’t help chuckling himself at that, Daniel had managed to piss of an impressive amount of ghosts in a very short amount of time, “🎶it’s like you’re addiiiiicted to the maaaadeness🎶”.

Danny waving him off, “🎶this tooooown will always be my atlaaaaantis🎶”.

Vlad ruffles up his hair, “🎶we’re forever gonna have a fudging reason to sin🎶”.

Danny collapsing over a table dramatically, “🎶let me leave my soul to burn, I’ll be breathing it in🎶”; which Vlad rolls his eyes at.

Vlad pokes the boys forehead, “🎶you’re addiiiicted to the feeeeeeling🎶”, Daniel was more combative than Vlad would actually like. Obviously he didn’t really have to worry about Daniel getting hurt but it really was like he was addicted to getting into fist fights sometimes.

Danny bats his finger/hand off, “have you seen the amount of ghosts that show up to cause problems? It’s a perfect excuse to 🎶get hiiigheeer than the ceeeiliing, and I’m never gonna want that fucking feeling to end🎶”.

Vlad sticks his hands out to the side, “🎶so you’ll just concede and give into your feelings again🎶?”.

Danny glares at him and pushes himself up from laying down on the table, “oh like you don’t constantly, 🎶concede and give into your inner demons again🎶”.

The two stare at each other for a bit, definitely recognising that they were both a bit fucked up and their mentorship/apprenticeship thing was extremely all kinds of fucked up. But neither of them could deny that it was good, they bounced off of each other and called out each others shit. They were both better for it. Vlad’s Obsession over Maddie had dwindled some and Danny had an actual adult to turn to. It was good, they both needed this more than either one was willing to admit.

Then the GhostWriter decides to be an asshole again, piping up from the ceiling again, “🎶you should never want this feeling to end. Just concede and give into your inner ghosts again🎶”.

Danny and Vlad both glare at the ceiling, Vlad firing off a pink ecto-blast for the point of it, the bow tie giving a more mellow beat in response like it was mad at them.

Danny eyeing Vlad, “you really have a problem with my mom,  huh?”.

Vlad rubbing a hand down his face, “I used to think that if it wasn’t for my accident we would have wound up together but…”.

“Mom and dad love each other?”.

“Indeed. Though well, I am a ghost”, looking at Daniel, “you and I both know how hard letting go can be. It’s like 🎶I’m addiiiicted to the soooorrroooowww🎶”.

Danny nodding, leaning against one of the tables, “you'll get there, I think. But yeah, it’s like with all the fights I pick even, 🎶when the buzz ends by tomorrow🎶 and every fight after that, 🎶is another rush of poison flowing into my veins🎶”.

Vlad sighing, “giving both of us 🎶a dose of pleasure that resides by the pain🎶”, craning his neck, “🎶I’m addiiiicted🎶”.

Danny pushing himself up off the tables and gesturing agressively at the windows leading out to Amity Park, “🎶I’m deeepeendaaaant🎶”.

Vlad runs a hand through his hair, smiling a little, “🎶looking awwwwwwsome🎶”. While Daniel leans against the cafe/club window, “🎶feeling heeeelpleeess🎶”.  Vlad glancing back at the teen and not for the first time realising that Daniel, maybe, wasn’t really okay… and honestly? Neither was he. Vlad sighing and walking over to the boy, “🎶I knooooooow I’m raising cain by every highway in hell🎶”, he was thinking that maybe he could move and become the mayor here, “🎶maybe things won’t be so terrible inside this home town🎶”; it would be good for Daniel and maybe it was a change that Vlad himself needed.

Danny jerks while the bow tie tune picks up again in a more fancy dancing manner, “you’re thinking of moving here?”. Vlad nods, so Danny continues, “I think that would be good, honestly. 🎶’cause we’re both one of a kind🎶”, Danny making a mocking gesture at him, “and I’m sure I can 🎶give a burning fool a place to dwell🎶”.

Vlad grabbing his hand an twirling him around ridiculously, “🎶and your ideals are just laughable, but hey kid what the Hell. We’re both charming ghost beaux🎶”.

Danny laughing and going along with the twirling, “🎶’cause inside of both of us is just a lost cause🎶”.

Vlad chuckling right back, “🎶but we’ll dress us up for now with a smile🎶”.

The GhostWriter adding in, “🎶a wicked smile🎶”, with an eerie laugh.

Vlad nods to himself, officially making his decision. This town could not survive with just Daniel and was definitely going to need someone with deep pockets who could manipulate the government into giving them money for all the insane damages. “🎶I’ll show these simpletons some proper class and styyyyyyleee🎶”.

Danny snorting, “🎶and I’ll chlorinate your closets with some punny flair🎶”. That feels ominous in Vlad’s opinion.

They nod at each other, speaking in unison, “🎶here in this spooooooooky town, we’re sure our plan is sound🎶”, both of them pointing up, “🎶and our little annoyance will be fooooouuuuund🎶”, which promptly results in the GhostWriter falling through the ceiling due to the songs/GhostWriters keyboards manipulation of reality, and the two halfas outright pounce on him.

His shriek is very girly and their maniacal laughs are very… maniacal.

Danny stuffing the ghost in his thermos and ‘Vlad’s’ artefact too for good measure after yanking it off the other man’s wrist. “So you’re really going to just, try to become mayor here and move?”.

“There’s not much else for me to do with my time and someone needs to keep an eye on you”, Vlad sighing, “and maybe being more exposed to the way Maddie really is will help things”.

Danny chuckles, “good vampiric mentor”.

“I will decide you need a lesson in endurance”.

“Oh be still my fucking tits!”.

“Daniel!”.

Danny just pouts exaggeratedly at him as they try to sneak out of the restaurant/cafe/club without being noticed. That predictably doesn’t go as planned, with Valerie poking her head around, “I have a lot of questions about that opera bullshit”. Oh Ancients, she saw that shit.

Vlad puts up his hands, “now Valerie-”. But Danny cuts him off, dramatically putting a hand to his chest, “are you cheating on me”; this situation was beyond un-fucking-salavagable. Making both his mentor and his friend/fellow ghost hunter look at him like they both bit lemons. Danny rolling his eyes, “what? The only reason for Vladdie to not be super freaked out is if Valerie here already knew about him and no way he would tell anyone other than an apprentice or maybe close friend”.

Vlad shrugs very awkwardly, “I’m not one to put all my eggs in one basket”. Both Valerie and Danny glare a bit murderously, before punching him in the face. Vlad just sighs, “I suppose I deserved that”.

Both of them snapping, “you think?!?”.

Valerie looking at Danny, “who did you even think got me into this?”.

Danny shrugs, “I thought you were just following spontaneous murderous desire all on your lonesome”.

“You’re a fucking idiot”.

Vlad sighing, “yes, and a fool that should dispose of a certain someone before he causes us any more issues”. Danny rolls his eyes, “at least I got help with my project out of this… kinda”, then actually moves to meander off like he’s told, shouting behind himself, “still good for training tonight?!”.

Vlad eyes Valerie, who shrugs, so Vlad shouts back, “as always, though you’ll have a sparring partner this time and finish that project first! I don’t want you wasting this evenings absolute mess!”.  Danny holds up double thumbs up before tripping over his own feet and falling to the ground flat on his face.

Valerie facepalms, “what have I gotten myself into?”.

---

Mr. Lancer was later both very confused and impressed with the… odd direction of Daniel’s song prompt project. It was like one part theatrical musical, one part taking out some kind of issue(s) with song, and one part spite? It was creative though, which is what he asked for. Full marks and maybe a side note about seeing the school therapist.

End.

Prompts: Write a fic inspired from any song released in the last six years. and Danny has to go to Vlad for help and Lancer gives the class a project that Danny finds a very ghostly solution to. and Try as he might, Danny can’t think of a prompt for his creative writing homework. So Ghost Writer decides to step in, and do the writing for him. Shenanigans ensue. and AU where Vlad isn't blatantly evil in Bitter Reunions, and Danny initially sees no reason not to accept his mentorship and Vlad was starting to regret stealing his current artifact.

#Danny Phantom #phandom #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #danny #vlad #ghost writer #crack #singing #mentor vlad #fan fic #phan phic #my writing #have a fic suck my dick #phantomphangphucker #gothmoth

[wuulove]

wow, spending a day with you sounds like an absolute dream…

well then, you deserve a bit about me. I really like cats and stuffed animals, rain, reading (especially classic literature), and writing poetry, of course! I study medicine as well, I couldn’t believe that we had this in common! And I used to do ballet when I was younger, sadly though, I had to stop due to health issues. My day looks like waking up, going to school feeling as cozy as I possibly can, going home and making tea or coffee, watching tv, going to extra classes twice a week, and going to my favorite cafe on Friday afternoons. maybe one we find each other, and we just spend all of our time together forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever!!

wouldn’t that be nice?

— 🩹💉❤️

i knew i'd get on with you but wow, we really get on! we have so much in common! i hope your health issues are better now, it must be dreadful to have to stop doing things out of your control! your days sound busy, i'll have to learn to be more patient so i don't overwhelm you! taking extra classes is so impressive too you're such a hard worker, i'm really impressed, well done to you! when we do get to spend forever and ever together you'll have to show me your favourite cafe! and i'll have to pamper you before bed and make sure you get a good sleep this time, ill fix you my favourite drink and we can listen to rain sounds with blankets and stuffed toys! also out of curiosity, what timezone are you in? and once again, well done your schedule sounds so busy, youre amazing for getting through all of that! <3

#(^o^)

[6yuns]

HII um if you don't mind can I request aira having a secret admirer(reader) and then one day aira catches reader (who is also his crush) placing a letter and a bouqet on his desk which leads to a unplanned confession by the reader?? Thank you!!

YWYSYWYSYTSYEYEVOAMGSBIMSB0S AHAPWOYEYEYEYSGAHYDURFEYE FINALLY A REQESUT HI ANON THANK I AM SO JAPPY BRO UMTTSOEB YOU YES ILL SO YHIS OMG OSNGSHAJ

title ! : ໒ unplanned confession!

Characters ; aira shiratori x Gn!reader.

trope; Secret admirer

info: Fluff, May be a bit messy caause this wqs unexpected but im so happy omg thank you anon im giggling like a little school boy genuinely

a/n ; I DONT KNOW WHERE TO START HEP ME.. I cannot write sora for the life of me I'm sorry omg😭😭 I love aira so muuch

aira came back to his desk to find a love note, and some mint chocolates . he was confused, because who would bring these to him, And It couldnt have been hiiro. speaking of hiiro, He came over to aira's desk and giggled " Ooohhh loverboy's got a new love note! Haha! " at aira. the blonde Stood there and wondered who it would be, not even saying anything back to hiiro ' Definitely not yn.. they probably don't have any interest in me....' Aira immediately shut down the idea that it could be you, you knew it. so you walked back to your spot in the hallway, Standing next to sora. He could sense your aura, It was gloomy... " what happened?.. did he not figure it out?" he asked, and you nodded. your aura slowly lightened into something softer. you both would try again tomorrow.

today, aira wanted to catch who put these adorable gifts on his desk, his lonely lonely desk. he hid somewhere out of sight, just able to see his classroom. Seeing you walk in confused him, so he followed your steps into his classroom. But watching you Walk straight up to his desk, Pull out a bouquet, a nui of his favorite idol, and a love note from your bag? It messed with his brain, like... badly!! aira mustered up the courage to walk to his desk while you were still there, Finally coming to your senses, you flinched at the sight of aira. " a-airaa!!... Um. this.. this is- I.. I like you! — I like you.. I like you too! "... A long period of silence after that made it awkward so, You.. being you decided to break the silence by asking " aira?.. Are we.. like, Dating now? or what" and aira immediately nodded at the speed of light (basically), His face was so cute. He was flushed, And smiling really hard.

"should we.. um. Go on a date? orr.. No?, I mean you don't have to if you don't wanna!." he asked you, and you accepted. immediately making up plans, 'maybe a picnic date?, Or should we go on a walk at the park, Or maybe a Cafe? Oh God what should we do?"' airas face flushed even more, he was amazed about how lucky he got, Finding out his crush is his secret admirer was absolutely perfect. He smiled and hugged you, tight. (floyd leech?) and again, You being you- Accepted the hug with as much love his had. a happy ending, perhaps!

IM SORRY IF THUS INSNT TO YOUR LIKING OMG I JUST PULLED THIS FIC FROM MY ASS ANYWAYS THIS WAS RLLY FUN THANK YOU ANON THE ENDING WAS CONFUSING CAUS EI DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO

#enstars fanfic #enstars x reader #ensemble stars #enstars #enstars x y/n #aira shiratori x reader #aira shiratori #aira x reader

[wp-blaze]

The Pure, Unadulterated Gospel

I want to get back to the basics, and be very plain, because I have been told that my articles are too long. This article is going to be a “remake” of “The solution to evil, The Good News”, and this time I want to give without any digression the pure message of the Gospel […]

[painterofhorizons]

A Year in Writing: 2022

Writing review for 2020 and 2021.

Since this year won’t magically change, I will wrap up the year in writing two weeks early and not pressure myself to get the number up in the few days off I have between the years.

Total wordcount as of Dec. 19th: roughly 91.500 words, compared to ~200k in the past years. Not even calculating an daily average here and not countings days I have not written because that was the majority. For the time I have tracked, it somewhat looked like this:

while March and May were only roughly estimated.

General review: Or the Good, Bad and Ugly. It wasn’t even writer’s block that hit me this year, but life. The year started okay-ish, but the first half was dominated by a crippling fear about one job ending and only getting the go for our next project’s funding literally only the week my last contract ended (I am so done with academic precariat. So done with that shit.). Then when I started a 7 month project in July to fill up time until our next big project starts, the same day the new job started my dad got in hospital with life threatening illness, so for the following months I was dealing with a new job in a completely different field on full time (from before that working only part time) while being in the hospital and running errands and worrying sick about my dad’s health the whole time (he’s better again now, thank the universe!). Add up the complete and utter madness the current job includes in terms of content (so. much. politics. so. much. absolute. frustration. i. hate. it. so. much. so. so. much.) and having to long distance commute again after 3 years of pandemic and home office, and serve with ADHD and general worldly madness, and my brain is in survival mode ever since. There’s just no brain capacity left for anything at the end of the day. So i basically gave up on writing, knowing my brain just can’t. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not being hard on myself, quite the contrary - I know why I can’t write or draw or whatever else I would want to do normally, and I know it will come back. I am giving myself permission to not even try to write. This ain’t writer’s block. This is just fucking life.

On the good end: I was surprised about the number of the yearly tracking being close to 100k nevertheless. And I did manage to treat myself to two or three saturday morning writing breakfasts in that fancy cafe closeby within the past few months nevertheless and did some writing by hand in a fancy notebook I bought AND started to use. So it’s not like NO writing happened. And with my current project being almost close to end (only until mid Feb and then I’m back on a 3 year project in my actual field of profession and on less hours again) I am very hopefull that my brain will be back soon(er or later).

On the very good end: My absolute highlight this year was meeting @comeoniwantacoolname​. It was this year, wasn’t it? Or was it last? When did you appear? Anyways, I am so so so grateful we met (thank you, Jeff Moreau fanfiction!), it has been a delight to meet you, to brainstorm fic with you and to read your wonderful writing. Thank you for migrating here and being a lighthouse of joy in this troubled year for me. I can’t wait to visit Venice with you and eat all the food.

Things posted: None on the edited end, but a few WIPs over here I think. Maybe. But that might also have been last year, because I have no sense of time anymore and no grip on the concept that is time. What is time. I don’t know.

Things I would like to do next year: Write. Literally. Anything. I want to be myself again, i want my hobbies back, I want my creativity back, I want my brain back, and while I know the legit reasons why this year sucked, I could cry just thinking about it. I want to be myself again, and I want to fucking write.

So in the end, this wasn’t my year writing wise, and it was fucking exhausting. But the circumstances will change again in a foreseable future and I am looking forward to get back to a more better normal again soon-ish.

With this year being rough-ish, I am especially grateful for each and every one of you here for making this place a safe space of escape and joy and creativity and for making me feel like I can still take part in this wonderful Mass Effect fandom even if I don’t create anything and have no spoons for reading your amazing stories rn (and with all you folks I met through different fandoms and have zero idea of what you’re into these days but very much still appreciate you being around <3). Thank you folks for being you and for making this place a safe haven in these troubled times.

May 2023 be gentle on all of us.

#painterofhorizons writes

[djavlaalskadeunge]

Letter 28

"Stockholm 23 Dec 1935

I am sending only a line to wish Merry Christmas. I have been ill since September. Only been up a few days and then back to bed. Now I've been lying down for five weeks straight. But still not good. Can't go. I'm desperate but it doesn't help. My doctor says I should have surgery but I am resisting for as long as I can. It's my little lower abdomen that's messing up. But you have that --- over yourself as you know - -- it's a shame about the people as you also know. I am happy to see that things are going so well for you. Good little lonely girl. Because I know you're lonely, too. Yes we know a lot about that, I soon don't know what to do with all ones boundless wisdom. Yes, joking as always.  

God, if we were ten years back in time then I would go to a cafe with you and we would be so serious and cute. But full of bubbling lively curiousness within us. And then we wouldn't know how furiously fast life goes by. I don't have any Christmas

- maybe I'll be drive up to my brother's and sit at a table for a while, but it won't be so much fun for them since I'm not Santa Claus in any way. . Until then, you are "immer ein fremder" and a thousand times more so when one is not well. - And no "totta" for you or Lasse. I can't care about anything. But you can forget that I exist and it will be fine.- This was not a cheerful letter, but if, with God's help, I recover, I shall write a little happier.

But I'm just so infinitely childishly disappointed. Now I will --- wish you a nice Christmas because now you don't have time to read more in the middle of the Christmas rush. And I know that you will find it to be nice and pleasant- You have your boy who is happy about everything nice you do for him.  

Maybe I can be with you sometime when --- Merry Christmas littlest Mimosasan and say hello to yours ever ever so much.

Gurra

My handwriting is just as careless and bad as it was in school. Something Lasts"

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ plot: a college student who was as sweet as cotton candy and a professor who was as stern as a dean somehow make the perfect recipe for success. It is Aurora Lennonsburns begging of the year essay. she wants more than anything to become an English professor like her favorite teacher Mr.Hiddelston. Though mean and sour she loves the way he teaches she finds his lessons quite insightful and useful. She finally picks a title for her essay. She calls it enchanting. It almost matches her topic about the connection between humans. Mr.Hiddleston is impressed with her work. And for the first time, aurora puts down her book and starts to pay attention to her surroundings. but what if there was another interest, a small-town boy who was in a diner just making it by. The two seem to havean odd little fling. and Mr. Hiddleston doesn’t like that. 

warnings: this book contains age gaps, drinking, smoking, family problems, mental illness, etc please tell me if you find something i should add to this list! :)

☄. *. ⋆chapter 4: thanks seb.  A week later...

pov:aurora canonsburg

I love mornings. It was an odd thing to love but the morning sun is something I always just adored. I and Lily share a dorm and something I can say about it is that one side is way cleaner than the other. I'm not claiming I'm neat or something but my side compared to Lil's is just like night and day. 

Dirty piles of clothes lingered on her bed, messy side tables, and her desk was cluttered. But that was something I loved about Lily. Her mess. She's never been ashamed of being messy. She actually embraced her mess. Something I believe people should do more often. I don't think being messy actually makes a person less. It doesn't make them less capable, less structured, or less organized. It's that person's organization. I don't like when teachers would yell at kids for being messy. What was wrong with it? It always just seemed to frustrate me. 

Mornings. Why do I love them? The symbol of beginnings. Nothing ever can end in the morning. You can only begin.

My body felt stiff sitting in my bed, as much as I love mornings waking up was not my favorite part of them. 

I had work today. I work part-time at the diner but before that I had tutoring. Seb gave me the job after a long month of job hunting. I really looked everywhere for a job. The library which I really wanted to work in. But they had no openings. I checked a local cafe, but I lacked experience. A waitress at this really fancy restaurant was too far from campus. So Seb offered me a job as a waitress after I begged him for a job. 

He said no at first. Of course. 

But I'm persistent. And after a week of crocodile tears, I went to the diner way too much and told him how poor I was. He cracked like how he cracked his eggs. 

So every Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday I work in the mornings. I do the basics, cleaning tables, taking and serving people's dishes, and helping behind the counter. Sebastian kind of works a one-man show. So for me to even get a job was like a small gift from heaven itself. 

Stretching my arms in front of me I intertwine my fingers and pull myself forward giving myself a good healthy stretch. Hearing a couple of pops of relief from my shoulder was my signal to now lift my arms above my head and imitate the same actions as before. Finally feeling less tense in my joints. 

Sighing in contentment I stretch my legs over my bed finally being able to start the day. 

I have a routine, something that will never change. A part of me always craved this stability. A lot of people do. But for me that everyday consistency was all I ever dreamed of. That's why after college I'm going to start teaching and build up my writing portfolio. I want to publish my first book so hopefully, in the far future, I will be able to create my own publishing company. And then I want a family. Maybe just me and my husband living soundly in a house in the woods with our two dogs and cat. And we would name the two dogs, Daisy and Finagin, for the cat. Which I pray to be white and fluffy, to be named milk. And they would all be friends. It sounds like the perfect little life. Simple life. The good life. 

My feet dragged across my cold dorm room, Lily wasn't where she stayed the night at Chris's house. I never met Chris though the one thing I was sure of about him is that Lily was utterly and crazily obsessed with him. She tells me that he is the most caring and selfless guy. I hope so. She deserves someone selfless, caring, and loving. She deserves the world. I wouldn't be here without Lily. 

I hope she knows that. 

Making it to my small thrift store dresser I pulled out from the top a pink pleated mini skirt, with a plain long sleeve top. Sliding the rickety dresser closed I walk over to Lily and I's shared closet. My site is full of chunky cardigans and sundresses and Lil's is packed with every cocktail dress you can think of. She is the best and always lets me borrow one for formals. Taking the hanger with my white cable knit cardigan I gently remove the sweater and place the hanger back.

Walking back to my bed I place my clothes on there before leaving the room to go to the communal bathroom; 

I hate the communal bathroom. 

Could just be me, but the slight idea of sharing a bathroom with strangers gives the complete ick feeling. Luckily I had my slippers on. I wobbly entered the bathroom, my feet dragging to our cubbies that held our toiletries. Grabbing my pink bag I walk over to the sink and proceed with the simple morning routine. 

Brushing my teeth, face wash, lotion, and deodorant. 

The typical morning stuff, I looked in the mirror noticing my hair was still braided in pigtails. They were a bit damp from my shower last night. Pulling the hair ties at the end I undid the braids and gave my head a slight brushing and decided that it was good enough. I slathered a pinkish eyeshadow on my eyelids and did the same with my blush. Brushing on a coat of mascara I finished the look with a bit of lip gloss. Rubbing my lips together while cleaning the toiletries I scattered across the sink. Placing the bag into the cubby I went back to my dorm ready to dress. 

The best thing about Sebstians job is no uniform. Whatever you have is what you consider a uniform. He gave me a waist apron so I could put a notepad, pens, and straws in. It was quite an easy job. Plus he pays pretty well. 

Shuffling to my bed I slipped off my white soft pants alongside a giant pink t-shirt that had a tiny kitten on it. Plucking my head through the long sleeve of my shirt hole I stuff myself by popping my arms through the sleeves. Snatching the pink skit off my unmade bed I place each of my legs through jumping around a bit trying to fit my thighs through. I zip the side of the skirt and put on white socks before seizing my cardigan and letting the chunky sweater engulf my body. 

I love chunky sweaters. They can just hide your whole being. The thick material makes you feel like you are wrapped in a weighted blanket. 

Quickly fixing my bed, I rush and shove my converse onto my feet and grab my tote bag and dorm keys. I rush out of my dorm. 

I have tutoring at three I'll just ask seb if I can leave then. I didn't really feel like I needed tutoring. I can work on time management on my own, it's not like it's rocket science. But I promised Lil I would do it. And Dr.Hiddelston said if I didn't like it I could always just leave. I let out a small huff, as I walked down the stairs. 

There were so many stairs. Hearing each tap of my foot hit the stairs placed me in a small trance. I just focused on that sound. 

Making it toward the end of the stairs I give one last little hop before pushing the glass door of the dorm exit. I walked for a bit until I made it to the main part of town finally exiting the campus. 

A slight vibration in my pocket made me jolt as my body adjusted to the cold temperature. 

"Ms.Canonsburg it's quite early for you to be out?" a familiar voice distracted me from my phone. 

Whipping my head up only to be met by Dr.Hiddelston. His lean build made him look very pretty. He wore a simple button-up in its usual white color, his pants were different, a little funny for him but for some reason I liked it on him. He sported salmon-colored pants. I suited him well. His toned legs looked like models in those pants. He always looked like he walked right out of one of those fancy designer stores. His simple gray shoes tied the look together. I couldn't help but stare. Slick hair made him look like a million dollars. He was so enchanting. 

A small cough broke me out of my trance, "Dr. Hiddelston! Sorry I got lost in thought...What did you say?" 

A deep chuckle caused my cheeks to heat up quickly, "I asked,'' What are you doing this early?" 

"I could ask the same couldn't I?" I answered a bit too quickly and confidently. His eyebrows rose quickly while a smirk brushed on his lips. 

"Good retort, I'm out to the small diner to get some coffee. I have a class to teach in two hours so I thought maybe I should go on a small stroll," He said amused, making my embarrassment fly to a level ten. 

Diner? 

"Wait, you are going to the rock-in-diner?" I ask quickly, losing my embarrassment. 

A small smile tugged on the corners of his rosy lips, "I believe that's what the place is called." 

Mimicking his actions I place my hands on my hips, rocking back and forth on my toes, "Guess we are going in the same direction!" 

His brows now pluck up in confusion, "how's that?" 

"I work there!" I exclaim a bit too proudly. I wanted to brag about how I know the owner and how we are practically best friends plus I get free coffee. 

A chuckle escaped his lips making me feel a bit bad. What if he thought working at a diner was a pathetic job.

"That's great if you have a job, do you enjoy where you work then?" 

The question brought up a surge of energy, "I do! My friend owns the place, he's a great cook! And a bit silly but a really great friend of mine." 

"Your boss treats you well then?" Dr.Hiddelston's soft voice asked, looking down at me a bit from his tall height. 

"Of course!" I exclaim Seb was the best boss. Stern boss, messy boss, oh and a bit crazy. But heck it made the job a lot more enjoyable for me at least. 

"That's good to hear whoever it is must be very lucky to have you as an employee," He praised stuffing his hands in salmon-colored pants. 

Goodness, he was pretty. 

"I think he knows," I joke mostly to myself. 

A smirk cracked on my professor's lips. He looked quite amused at my response. It made me feel good that he liked my joke. 

"Well, then we are both going in the same direction. Do you mind being my guide Ms.Cannosburg?" he asked kindly. 

"I wouldn't mind at all!" I say happily taking a little skip to signal he could start walking. I guess today was a great morning. I usually walk to work on my own. But now I have Dr.Hiddelston. 

The both of us walked in a comforting silence, my eyes could not help but trail over to him. He started his long legs pacing miles in front of mine. He had a continental smile. 

"So you are coming this evening for your tutoring?" he questioned his thick accent, cutting off the comfortable silence. 

"Mhm," I answered a little less enthusiastically than the previous questions he asked before. I played with a broken string of my skirt pulling and twisting it around my fingers. 

"What's the matter, darling?" I heard his soft voice integrated. The both of us never lost the pace in walking as we talked. 

My fingers never stopped fondling with the string of my skirt before I answered, "nothing really just um... never been tutored is all..." 

"Well then I understand, I was never one to ask for help. I always thought I was weaker if I did. It doesn't. If that's how you are feeling. Don't. As an educator, I think it is great you are asking for help. It's an admirable quality." 

His reassuring words made me feel slightly better. It was comforting knowing my teacher once felt the same as I did but still. A part of me was disappointed. Angy with myself. The numbness in my finger took over. A small yelp left my lips. 

I couldn't remove the string from around my finger. I saw Dr.Hiddelston instantly shift his body so he was completely facing me. Our walking came to a halt. 

He crouched down on the sidewalk his salmon pants touching the dirty floor. He was taking a knee making me blush to see him at my level. His slick hair and memorizing blue eyes took my mind off how I had no blood flow in my finger. 

"Is it alright if I touch the string," Dr.Hiddelston asked looking in my eyes waiting for my consent. 

I nod not minding if he was going to help with this pain I'm putting myself through. The subtle throbbing made me start to worry a bit. The pink string was suffocating my finger with all of its power. 

I looked down to see Dr.Hiddelston's large hands delicately grab the string attached to my skirt and looked up at me as if asking if it was alright to touch my finger. My head bobbed up and down vigorously. 

Way to make a good impression. 

I mentally slapped myself but before I could even scold myself I felt the string untighten around my finger and the pumping of blood flooded back into my limb. 

"There you go love when we get to the diner you ask that boss of yours to get you some ice for that. It's a bit inflamed," Dr.Hiddeslton told me as if I was a child who just scraped their knee on the playground. I nodded my face felt really hot. Stepping back to his full height he brushed off his lap. I watched his concerned gaze fall to my hand. 

"Let's hurry alright," He said with a bit of urgency lacing his voice. 

"Sure," Kind of freaked out of how worried he was. 

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The walk was a bit silent once again. I didn't mind it this time. I was embarrassed and I had no idea what to talk about after I just pulled some embarrassing stunt like that. Thankful we finally were near the diner I could escape this embarrassment for a couple of hours. 

"Is this it coming up the block," Dr.Hiddelston asked softly pointing to a sign with tiny letters on it. I instantly knew we were here when I saw it. A wave of comfort splashed on my body I quickened my pace so he and I were walking at the same speed. 

"Yes thankfully we made it early, it should be opening..." I look down and check my phone for the time it read, 

7:10

"In five minutes," I chuckle knowing I was gonna hear from Seb that I should always be here ten minutes before opening. This time I had a great excuse. The both of us make it to the door I knock gently to see Seb's tattooed arms full-on display as he wore a fitted tank top. He had a blank face as he saw me as he shook his head as in 'I'm not letting you in. I couldn't help but laugh at his expression. Seb kind of reminded me of a kid. 

A kid with piercings and a lot of tats. 

But a kid none to less. He was like a grumpy grouch who hates waking up in the morning. 

He does hate mornings, that's why I was always so confused on why he didn't open a bar instead of a diner. He could work in the evening and leave later and sleep in as long as he wants. It just made more sense for him. Pressing my cheek against the glass knowing it annoys him he runs to the door and opens it. 

"What are you doing kid! Jeez, I joke with you and press your pudgy cheek on my clean glass," Seb said in such a cheery voice I could have just melted under his kindness. 

Just kidding. 

I saw Dr.Hiddelston looking halfway mortified. His pupils expanded about three sizes and his brows shot up to the sky. I giggled a bit but I was so confused on why he looked like he has just seen a ghost. 

"Morning Seb!" I say cheerily popping my arms in the air to annoy him some. I watched his pierced lips rub against one another in annoyance. Using his thumb and his pointer finger his ringed fingers roughly rubbed the bridge of his nose. 

"Yea kid morning what did I say about coming ten minutes early," I heard him sigh in defeat. I rolled my eyes. I never came early because he's never ten early he is always late. This is the first time he was actually on time. 

"Yes, yes I know but I have a guest and I have an alibi on why I was late," I tell a little too proud. I watched as he flicked his ocean eyes at my professor I nod before I introduced him, 

"This is my creative writing professor Dr.Hiddelston, and Dr.Hiddeslton this is my boss Sebastian." 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sebastian," Dr. Hiddelston introduces himself in his posh tone sticking out his large hand. Seb plucked his eyebrow up before blowing a huff from his lips, 

"Yea man nice to meet you too." 

The two of their hands meet and they waved up and down. I sucked a breath before looking between the two of them. 

Awkward. 

Silence fell between the three of us. Seb stood there looking all him. His muscular arms were crossed over one another showing off all the different types of tats he has on his arm. While Dr.Hiddelston was standing with his hands placed in his pants pocket I just realized he wasn't wearing his glasses. He looked great. I got a better view of his perfectly chiseled face. 

"Can we come in now?" I ask rocking back and forth on my heel. Seb rolled his eyes before walking in making me smile in triumph knowing the lurking silence was over. I smiled over my shoulder at Dr.Hiddelston he kindly returned the gesture making me feel a bit nervous.

We walked in and as soon as I sat Dr.Hiddelston at the bar table a bunch of other customers started flooding the diner. I walked behind the counter I went under the counter and I grabbed a black waist apron and I tried tying it as securely around my abdomen. I grabbed a pen and notepad and placed them in the pockets of the apron. I flicked my eyes up at Dr.Hiddelston who was looking at me. 

Was he staring at me the whole time?

I flushed a bit before waving my hand a bit and he chuckled turning his head into his shoulder. Jeez, even his laugh was handsome. 

He waved back, I'm usually someone who has so many comebacks and great conversing skills but he. He made me lose all my senses. I shake my head before grabbing and menu and walking up to him. 

"You could look through this and I'll come back in a sec and you can tell me what you want," I say.

Aurora he knows how a menu works. 

"Thank you, Ms.Cannosburg I will let you know," he played a long making me feel embarrassed I cracked my knuckles a habit that has become worse. I nodded before walking around the counter to meet Seb. I usually would have had a long conversation by now. Seb was taking orders not even using his notepad I smiled before skipping over to him happily finally being able to have our morning conversation together. 

"Kid, it ain't polite to stare," a gruff voice made me jump three feet in the air. I whip my head around to see seb with a smirk on his pierced lip. I push him on his shoulder mad that he scared me. 

"It ain't nice to scare people," I mock watching as he laughed evilly making me roll my eyes. 

"You tied your apron wrong again," Seb snorted twirling a pen in his hand. He doesn't even use his note pad why does he need that. 

"No, I did it right this time," I corrected looking down at my waist to see my apron was a bit twisted to the side of my hip. Was that why Dr.Hiddelston was staring. 

"Uh-huh, turn around," Seb said while placing his pen in his mouth I turn around. 

I felt the apron come loose on my waist as a mumbled voice spoke, "Alright Kid tell me if it's too tight alright." 

"Okay!" 

I felt the strings tighten around my stomach one more this time it didn't feel as floppy and sloppy as when I did it. I felt the tightening feeling stop, "Is that good?" 

"Perfect!" I said thankful turning around to see him stand at his full height he was crouching. 

"Thanks, seb!" 

"Yeah kid no problem."

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i gotcha!

ok first of all, ur doing so well bestie, ur pushing thru it but ur doing so well! <333

But I will be looking into moving to a city. There’s one city I can request next year that wouldn’t require much effort. But if I wanted to move to a bigger city like Seoul or Gwangju I’d have to redo the entire application process 🥴 Or reach out to schools directly, which sounds exhausting to me 🥲😭 I just wanna be where some action is. I’m bored as hell.

i think u should move to the city! im sure you’ll have a better time there not only for ur personal health but also for making more friends! ahhhh i think u could maybe reach out to one or two schools directly in case but als apply for the one city so at least you’ll be able to have a choice! GO TO CAT/DOG CAFES!!

hear me out, maybe try out some cafes you can work at? esp since christmas is coming im sure many would be hiring in like the downtown areas! you can also do the part time where they ask for extras on the sets of shows and itll not only be related to your degree but it’ll be a chance to meet may others!

😪 I think this is all something I’ll have to figure out along the way. Maybe I can eventually look at Germany for English teaching jobs. I’m not ready to leave Korea yet tho. For some God forsaken reason, I still feel like I’m supposed to be here, even if I’m just in limbo.

😭😭😭 you’re right! but also don’t force feelings just let it happen and if one day ur like “yeah no, not doing this anymore” then just go for it, don’t stay for the sake that oh i’ll have to move again or ill get questions on it! IN A LIMBO DBNDBD omg u can always go to italy, i know a few ppl who teach there and they say tho it’s like any other job,, theres a bit more life there you’re not always stuck staring at buildings! or omg come to canada 🔫

im glad u have ppl to talk to about it and if u see that mf again, if u don’t beat him up im on my flight to sokor 🔫

Girl, if you wanna help proofread or give me ideas for the Prince San fic 🙏🙏🙏 I have a beginning and an end planned but I got stuck in the middle. Also, I write like I write scripts 😅😭😭 It’s so dry 😭

omg absolutely !!!! imma need to know what trope ur doing, what kinda personality san and the yn has, im gonna put some links here for ideas u can get one , two, three! JCBSMDBC AND IF THIS SAN FIC OF URS ENDS UP TURNING INTO A IRL KDRAMA BC U MET A PRODUCER THEN WHAT THEN WHAAAAT

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The Košava, Fruska Gora, and Dunlop Valves

Stremski Karlovci to Stari Banovci, Serbia The day dawned bright and clear. As we ate a great breakfast, we visited with our wonderful hosts, Maria and Vladimir. The chill in the air was not noticeable in the glassed-in dining area. The branches outside were ruffling in a breeze but the sun shined warmly through the […]

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PART 1. A VERY WELL-DESERVED TIP

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. my brief work as a barista is finally paying off. i suffered at sbux all to write this fic ✌︎('ω'✌︎ ) LMAOOO i frl had so much fun writing this and i’m very excited to share the next parts ;) i hope you enjoy this fic as much as i do!! xx sof

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You were not looking forward to your new work schedule for the next month. 

The employee who usually came in for opening shifts at four in the morning gave her two weeks notice...two weeks ago. And since you had your availability open (you knew you should’ve blocked it off and said you had morning class), your manager asked you to fill her place. 

The night before your first—of many—morning shifts, you tried tricking yourself into thinking it was a good idea. And it almost worked! Sort of. 

You told yourself waking up early when the sun rose worked with your body’s natural circadian rhythm and this experience may adjust your sleep schedule for a healthier one in the long run. Better health and wellbeing and lower risks of cardiovascular disease. Or something. You weren’t too sure exactly; you never paid much attention in biology but it sounded like something you’d find in a textbook, right?

When you arrived on your first day, the morning shift was just as hectic and chaotic as you expected. People in business suits with name brand bluetooth earphones in their ears and the latest new smartphone in their hand filled the shop and waited for their online order. It was as if they wanted the least amount of social interaction possible, which would be fine if being able to make connections with customers wasn’t the most interesting part about being a barista. 

Although the cafe you worked at was a small business who actually (tried) to pay their employees fairly and wasn’t a purely money hungry franchise like the certain green siren, it surprisingly had gained enough traction in the area to rival one of those cheap, chain stores. 

Good for the business, bad for sleepy workers who could barely function in the mornings.

But you enjoyed working here and the owners were kind, so you did your best to shove away the tiredness and put a bright and cheery smile on your face. The customers were grumpier than you were used to, but who wouldn’t be a little ill-mannered having to go to work at 5 a.m. and probably not leaving until 6 p.m. or later because of bosses who overworked them? Trying to get them their morning coffee with an amiable attitude to start off their day right was something you were more than happy to do. 

It was too bad barely any of them gave you the time of day. They just wanted to get their caffeine and leave with as little human interaction as possible. It was understandable, of course, but it wasn’t the lively cafe environment you were used to during later shifts. You sighed, hoping the atmosphere would be friendlier when it wasn’t a major rush hour. 

“Hi! I can help the next person in line,” you called for the twentieth time this hour. When they moved forward towards the cash register, you gave them a smile. “Good morning. I hope your day has been going well!”

“It’s been okay, thank you. And yours?”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you almost sputtered over thin air. Someone who actually replied back to what you said and asked about you in return? Even if the intent was a courtesy conversation that was meant to be quick and brief, the sentiment was there—the upholding of the values of common courtesy and human decency. Something too many people seemed to lack. 

“I’m good as well! A little tired but what’s to be expected a quarter ‘til 6 a.m.?” you said with a laugh. “Thank you for asking.”

The customer gave a small smile in return and you internally celebrated for finally seeing your first pleasant expression this morning. “Must be even more tiring dealing with all these people. Doesn’t seem easy. I have to commend you for it.”

He was a tall, handsome man with a pretty face, soft-looking hair, and genuinely nice? There was no way this was real; you had to be dreaming. 

You twiddled with the pen in your hands, taken aback and mildly embarrassed by the praise. “Just doing my job,” you said with a bashful look. “Thank you, though.” You cleared your throat, not wanting to hold the line up for too long, even if the customer was one you would rather keep talking to than the others. “Now, what can I get started for you today?”

“Right. Can I get a flat white in the medium size?” 

“Of course.” You typed in his order into the register before asking, “And is there anything else I can get for you? Like a pastry? Today we have some freshly baked cheese danishes that are really yummy if you’d like to try!” 

He thought for a while before shrugging. You weren’t sure if it was your eyes playing tricks on you or he actually had an amused look on his face. “Sure, I’ll take a couple dozen of those as well.” 

“A couple dozen—?” your voice faltered. The suggestion of a fresh pastry was one you made to almost every customer, though most turned it down on the spot. 

The cafe had a little weekly competition between workers to see who could sell the most pastries in the week and the one who sold most got...well, a free pastry and bragging rights. Admittedly, it wasn’t much, but nothing revved up sales like friendly rivalries. An order of a couple dozen was sure to land you in the top spot this week! Still, you had to make sure he meant it. You’d feel bad if he was just spending all his hard-earned office work money because he was trying to be courteous. (Or at least, you assumed he was some office employee.) 

You cautiously asked, “Are you sure?”

Either your eyes were playing tricks on you yet again, or the look of amusement on his face grew even more than before as he said, “I’m sure. One medium flat white and, say, three dozen boxes of cheese danishes, please.” 

“C-Coming right up!” you said, quickly entering his order and celebrating your free end-of-the-week pastry in advance. “That will be $42.81. Would that be card or cash?” 

“Card.” He pulled out a sleek, black card with gold detailings on it and you never knew you could be sexually attracted to a credit card until now. 

“Perfect! Go ahead and swipe, insert, or scan your card now. In the meantime, can I get a name for your order please?” 

He scanned his card over the machine before looking back up at you. “It’s To— Ah, Shouto.” 

“Shouto?” you asked in confirmation. You assumed it wasn’t ‘Toahshouto’. That sounded too much like the abbreviation used to remember how to find sine, cosine, and tangent.

“Yeah. Shouto.” 

You smiled. “Well, Shouto, your order will be ready in a few minutes. Please wait over to your right to pick it up!”

He nodded. 

“It was nice meeting you!” you called, waving goodbye. “I hope you have a good rest of your day.”

“Thank you,” he glanced at your nametag, “Y/N.” 

Oh, how nice it felt to be treated like a human by a customer and have them actually address your name— And not to say it in a condescending way either. 

“Do individual baristas get to keep the tips here?”

You blinked, feeling your face warm up slightly. “We do, actually.” One of your favorite parts of the job, you had to admit. 

“Glad to hear.” Shouto pulled out some crisp-looking bills from his wallet and placed one in your hand that said ‘100’ to you. “Thank you for your kind service, Y/N.” 

“Wha—” Your eyes widened. You were expecting something along the line of three dollars. Maybe five at most. But a hundred? By the time you had processed what had happened he was walking away from the cash register. “Wait— Shouto...sir! I think you accidentally gave me the wrong amount.” 

He shook his head, only briefly turning back to face you. “Nope. It’s for you,” he said simply. “I’m looking forward to the cheese danishes.” 

His words left you stunned, but the next customer in line tapped their foot impatiently, signaling it was now time for you to take their order. You hoped the line died down before Shouto left the cafe so you could return the tip, but seeing as how the queue almost extended out the door, you had the sinking feeling that wouldn’t be a possibility. 

“Hello, I can take the next customer in line!” you recited cheerfully, mind still occupied by thoughts of your last encounter. 

The next few orders went along uneventfully (though you did manage to sell two more cheese danishes) and by the time Shouto got his coffee and pastry boxes, you still had a handful more customers to get through. 

“Pardon me real quick,” you said apologetically to the woman in front of you. “Please give me one moment?” 

She graced you with a nod and you thanked the stars above for an understanding patron. 

“Wait— Excuse me, sir!” You waved in Shouto’s direction before he could exit the cafe. He glanced at you curiously but walked over. In a hushed voice, you said, “I really appreciate the tip, but there’s no way I could accept this much money from you!” 

For the first time today, you say the hints of a frown on his face. “You cannot?” 

“No! $100 is a lot! You already bought $40 worth of cheese danish pastries— Are you sure you meant to give that big of a tip?”

“Of course.” He took a sip of his coffee with a satisfied hum. “You getting up at such an early hour to take people’s orders with a kind attitude isn’t easy. Plus, trying to build rapport with each of them all while keeping the interacting swift is a difficult task itself. And it’s probably worth more than your current pay, the $100 tip, and then some.” 

You blinked, stunned by his words. This man kept surprising you so many times in just one morning. 

“I find it ridiculous how certain occupations are paid an ungodly amount more than others, especially when a lot of it comes from privileges you were born into.” Shouto seemed to mumble the last bit to himself, but you were still able to understand what he said. “It’s bullshit.” Before you could respond, he recollected himself. “Eat the rich, right? All that to say, please accept the tip. You deserve it. And I promise it’s of no detriment to me, so please don’t feel bad.”

Seeing the determined look on his face, you couldn’t help but stare at him before nodding. He didn’t say anything you didn’t already believe yourself, and if someone really wanted to give you $100, you weren’t going to fight them on it. Think of all the dumplings you could buy, you told yourself.

“T-Thank you then.” You gingerly placed the folded bill back into your pants pocket. “I think that was really insightful of you and I’m very grateful.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled before glancing towards the exit. “I’m running a bit late for work now, so I should be going. Have a good day, Y/N.”

“You too, Shouto. And… Thank you again!”

With a glowing expression on your face, you walked back to the cash register ready to face the day and talk to more lovely customers!

“Hey, little barista!” a gruff voice called from the line, snapping you out of your stupor. “Hurry it up already before you force me to complain to your manager.” 

You internally sighed. You understood they were in a rush, but they still had no right to be that rude. 

“Can you even hear me? Or are you too incompetent?”

Cue another internal sigh. 

Yeah, okay. Maybe you did deserve this $100 tip.

Regardless of the rude customers that may have come in, at least you had your thoughts of a cute, kind businessman who went by the name of Shouto to get you through your shift. And you could only hope you’d be able to see him again.

a/n: the end of part one folks!! oh what i’d give to have gotten a tip like this when i worked as a barista BAHAHA only in my dreams. i hope you enjoyed this little intro part and are excited for what’s to come !! :3

what to expect in the next part:

~maybe~ y/n will see shouto again and,,perhaps,,get more tips from him idk who knows 

old lady imparts some...helpful(?) advice 

we briefly get to see shouto’s pov! ;D

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