Weird Thoughts While Im Late

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CORRUPTING YOUR CLOSET PERVERT ROOMMATE

☰ ⠀ ❝ i never knew you were such a pervert. ❞

DETAILS !⠀your roommate has been cooping inside his room A LOT and you wonder why the hell he needs a lot of tissues. you also started to question the constant groans echoing on the hallways during the wee hours of the morning. as so, you went ahead and conducted your little investigation. [ featuring SCARAMOUCHE and ZHONGLI in a modern collage AU with fem! implied reader ]

————⠀ SCARAMOUCHE

it was like an unspoken rule between the two of you, establishing boundaries and setting in some warnings whenever you two prance and laze around the apartment at different hours of the day. scaramouche was pretty strict when it comes to his own activities and responsibilities and you were carefree and passionate about your own hobbies and every little thing that interests you. with both of your ways of living contrasting one another, it was hard to find common ground but somehow it all worked out in the end... save for the fact that it's you who did all the job in pushing your relationship from mere strangers who share the same apartment space to friends (as to what scaramouche had undoubtedly cringed at).

it took you months to even have your roommate look at you whenever you pass by the little hallway separating your own little spaces. even when you bid him a sweet "good morning" or let him share some bacon and toasts you made for breakfast, your efforts used to be left in vain but now it was the opposite. ever since the day you brought him his favorite drink (that you noticed he'd buy every. fucking. day) when he was having his finals, you gained the ability to jab and playfully bark back at every playful insult running past his mouth the next day he sits with you for breakfast.

"you know? you can be cute when you're this soft around me," you once remarked during a movie night you somehow got him to participate in. note how his eyes would glare at you, throwing a popcorn directly at your face which you returned with an equal amount of jest as you started poking his side.

"stop fucking doing that," he groans when he felt your fingers press down the flesh of his torso, you just laughing so gleefully beside him. as the distance grows smaller, the harder it was for scaramouche to handle how his thoughts ran from one idea after another. he can feel how your breasts would brush so gently on his arms, taking note of how you weren't wearing a bra underneath the large shirt. next is how your thighs would flex as you kneel and sit down at his side... it grows worse when he sees how your short rides up to expose more of your skin as you leaned back after he admitted your shitty victory.

and since then, as the movie had finally ended, as the two of you retreated back to your own rooms, you went back to having no contact with scaramouche himself.

you were worried. well, it wasn't the first time you two had poked at each other's things and that wasn't even the worse that you two have let the other feel. but the way he acted as if you were back in day one had hurt you, no, you were disappointed as he was being a bit unfair in treating you like this. whenever he sees you frowning or sulking in the apartment, he was the first to barge in insults at how ugly you look and it honestly made you feel worse during the early stages of your relationship. but the small acts of kindness (that he does in his own twisted and cruel way) aren't left unnoticed when you'd see a bar of chocolate or a small bag of your favorite snacks hanging on your doorknob.

so you wanted to do the same thing for him as well.

and there came the day where you finally have enough time to confront him. your professor was kind enough to dismiss the class 15 minutes earlier than he used to so you dashed your way back to your apartment. you were a bit nervous since you don't even know where to start but knowing how difficult scaramouche would be, it doesn't matter as long as you manage to grab a hold of him.

as you insert the key to your door and twist the knob open, you were welcomed by complete silence. you thought that maybe he was out to eat but you saw his shoes at the entryway. you sighed, merrily, as you quickly discarded your shoes and went to walk through the living room all the way to the small hallway.

and that's when you heard it.

hushed grunts and the familiar creaking of his chair echoing through the walls. scaramouche's voice was strained, laced in such discomfort that you almost stepped inside his room out of sheer concern. but you quickly halted on your track, heart beating fast to gloriously stain your face with such warmth as you heard your name being moaned out loud.

oh.

slowly and gently, you twisted the door to his room, smiling when you found it unlocked. inch by inch you reveal scaramouche's body settled on the comforts of his chair, hands pumping up and down his cock leaking with so much precum. the faint glow of his computer screen had illuminated some colors on his flushed skin, his eyes were shut close to avoid any sort of distraction while his hand was desperate for more stimulation.

and following the old movie fashion when you caught someone doing something naughty, you tiptoed your way towards him, lung constricting as you held in a deep breath as you wanted to surprise him as much as he had surprised you.

"you really are cute, aren't you scara~," you whispered behind his back. he was surprised, almost falling out of his chair but you quickly caught him and leaned down to meet his strong gaze.

"why the fuck are you so early?" he says through gritted teeth, finding it hard to spat any insults when he was busy shoving himself right back inside his shorts but you stopped him from doing so. "out. g-get the fuck out of here." oh, is that a stutter you hear?

"but you looked like you needed an extra hand with your problem," you whispered while looking down at his still hard cock, forming a bump underneath his shorts. as you are supposed to look at the dark little patch stain on his shorts, what had you smiling more was the picture he has on his phone. "i never knew you were such a pervert."

amidst the scolding hate scaramouche felt to you and himself, his mind had snapped out of the haze of vexation when his eyes widen and his hand scrambled to grab his phone and immediately pressed on the power button to turn it off. "to hell f/n, you weren't supposed to—,"

humiliated, for once scaramouche felt all his frustrations crashing down at him in waves. all those prurient inclinations just to feel some sort of relief because of the ache you had caused him came in unyielding hurls of shame to what he thought to be his ice-cold heart. your smiles, the gentleness in your voice, the smart way you raise a banter with him—he had grown so fond of those little things that he grew attached to and longs more for the fuzziness you have him experience.

but you made it hard for him to admit all of these feelings raging inside the thick iron walls he had set around himself. he doesn't like the way you made him feel so weak and soft around you and when it grew worse as the time he saw you in a very suggestive post, he can't help but try to distance himself.

but fuck that photo of you in a swimsuit, fuck him feeling so horny over you.

"but what if i want to?" your sudden outburst caught him off guard, pausing when he saw the dark glint in your eyes and yet the worry shimmers right above the surface. "do you know how much i hate the way you ignored me for days?"

you fumed while you settle in between his legs. he intently watches your every move, hating how he hissed when your hand went to pull his cock out of the confines of his shorts. he hates how he whispered curses when you steadily pump on his aching dick. he hates the way his eyes practically begged to be touched, his fingers sink deep in his palm as he doesn't even fucking know where to hold onto to.

"tell me, do you want this scara?" gentle, despite the dirtiness there is to your intentions.

"j-just fucking suck on it, f/n." he grunts, eyes looking away, once more escaping your gaze. you didn't like that, you were frustrated as much as he is so when you raise a hand and gave his cock a light slap on the tip, you saw how his body trembled and his hips buckling in reaction to the pleasurably painful sting on his cock.

"is that the proper way to ask? after being so fucking shitty to me, scara?" you glanced and saw the lustful gloss on top of his dark pupils. he had his teeth biting down his lower lip, bits of his pride pours out whenever he moans. "come on, you can do better than that."

"p-please, just... suck my cock already." and you grinned at the expense of his embarrassment but also to satiate what he had always longed for the day you barged in his life. slowly you gave the tip of his cock some experimental kitten licks, erupting a cute high-pitched cry from his lips. the cold look on his face melts, his cheeks were blushing, eyes locked on his cock which you continue lapping the tip with your tongue, his bottom lips plump and red from biting so much...

ah, you can already feel how the two of you would spend more time with one another behind closed doors.

i really look like i have my favorites, huh?

————⠀ ZHONGLI

zhongli was absolutely the sweetest roommate you could've asked for.

were you being a bit biased with this? maybe but you never met someone so dashing and yet so down to this earth with all the humane and silly qualities you never knew someone who looks so perfect to have. he is sweet, really as he often knows how to brighten up your day with the simple compliments he'd throw at you before you went out to start your day. he would sometimes even bring back food he got from his friend who was filthy rich (you wondered how zhongli met him and didn't decide to stay with him).

sometimes, he'd even accompany you out to grab dinner from a fast food dinner. his towering height would often loom over you, making you feel safe to enjoy late-night walks. but the downside to that is he often forgets his wallet (he pays you though, don't worry) and his comments about some things were quite odd. it fascinates him, despite it going against what you think so you never have to worry about it as long as he doesn't dance around the subject for more than minutes.

zhongli, you're amazing roommate who also seemed to know a lot about history was really adorable in his own way. you would often be caught just looking at him as he explains to you the government records accumulated from the known liyue qixing. even when the topic would easily bore out people, you were there to listen and smile at how passionate he was while he was telling you more data he had grown to memorize by heart.

with how mesmerized you gazed at him, the more he can feel himself gets swoon away with the feelings he slowly harbored towards you.

it started out as an innocent interest with how you often be around him and just adorably hanging on every word he'd say. maybe that's what drove him to make you feel so special. next came the nervous ebbs he'd feel once he got to see more sides to you. from how your hair would stand up in places, how he'd witness your vulnerability as you trust him enough to listen to the thoughts and worries your heart had been stressing over—as he experienced how much you treated him more than what a friend does, from the simple kiss on the cheeks, the sweet wave you'd give him whenever you cross paths in university grounds, the way he was always the first one to hear your plans and would even be invited throughout the whole agenda... he can't help but reach the end of what used to be an innocent flow of his emotions as he can't help but crave more of what you have to offer.

but zhongli doesn't have the courage to ask what he wants from you.

he tested the ropes of his patience, discerning how taut it was to be able to withstand the blows of his own desires. he held nothing but utter respect towards you, he adores you and cherishes you as his roommate even when his mind screams more than what he tries to label the two of you as.

but with loosely severed strings and scarred purity, one can't hold back and soon he had surrendered to the decadence of such depraved yearning for pleasure.

zhongli thought you were out shopping with your friends, giving all the time he needs to focus on bringing himself any sort of comfort by using his hand. he imagines how it'd be your nimble fingers massaging small circles on his thighs, slowly riding its way up to the middle of his legs and meet his cock that rests so painfully between the cotton fabric of his underwear. as he sat down on his bed, back laid perfectly on the headrest, his legs parted and his cock now standing up to kiss his abdomen—this was the moment where he imagines it's you who was touching him.

so sweet and slow, taking your time in sliding your smooth skin against his skin, your lips teasing on his lips, eyes solely focusing on his dreamy golden orbs, mouth whispering nothing but love as he would do the same. he wishes for all those to come true but...

his hand will work, for now.

"oh d-dear f/n," he stutters out your name. his eyes were pressed closed as he let his mind work and do what needs to be done. the heat inside his body felt too bothersome to simmer down with a cold shower nor he would be willing to take his problem to other people who he knew would be willing to help. but no one can ever satisfy him, not when he felt so your pointer finger sliding up from his foot, your fingernail smoothly tracing a straight line that meets the joint of his hips. it was too good to feel your palm rests so gently on his hips, four of your fingers now making their way to his aching cock, rubbing along the shaft where the veins were prominent as it throbs painfully on your hold.

"please, i-i need you to... make me cum, please," zhongli grunts when he felt your fingers resting at the fat cockhead and messily smothers all the precum on the reddish tup. his mind going overdrive with his imagination.

"if you wanted me to, you could've just asked you know?" your voice loomed over his thoughts and when he opens his eyes, it was you who had your hand on his cock. the same smile he grew to love was plastered serenely on your face, calming the embarrassment he must be feeling when you sat down beside him and continued stroking his cock. "you looked like you're in pain, zhongli. may i?"

obediently, he replied with an eager nod.

"come on, use your big boy words zhongli. you can do that right?" big boy. the word had let go butterflies to rage in the pit of his stomach. he can't stop himself from flushing, hips buckling when you wrap your hand around the base of his needy dick. "use your big boy words like how you did earlier."

and he did, pliant and sweet, like the zhongli you always know but this time.... it was for other reasons and maybe, just maybe you now know why he was so good to you.

☰⠀TAGLIST⠀ⵓ⠀@lucifucker ະ @colourless-cora ະ @nshasy

☰⠀NOTES⠀ⵓ⠀i am dedicating the scaramouche prompt to @noiwillnotdothefandango because of the "kana is horny for scara so i'll make her hornier" agenda on disc. i love you so much 🥺 i know he is a bit ooc here but i can't help it 🥺🥺 i tried my best not to indulge so much in my own take for virgin scara but here you go 🥺 also thank you for @daddyscara for engaging on my horny thoughts about virgin scara on dms too. you the og, i love you so, so much.

awesome

taking scara on a desk in an office (mby its his idk) but hes making sm noise yk his lil underlings can hear him yikes kinda embarrassing !!

hbd again bro i cant believe my gift for u is this <3

minors dni ♡ fingering, handjob, exhibitionism, the way tht this is more dynamic exploration than smut omfg

“yah, do you want to get found out?” the face you’re making means you’re thinking of stuffing something between his teeth, and scaramouche only smirks and moans louder with the next come hither motion your fingers make.

“geez… okay. if you’re that shameless,” you sigh, shifting your weight and letting him slide off the desk a bit so his feet touch the floor, your thighs still in place to keep his legs apart. “gotta keep the devil happy, i guess. but… you know…”

scaramouche slams his hand down on the surface he’s laid out on, drool spilling over dark wood as your two fingers become three, stretching him out faster than you would normally, when you aren’t a little irritated. when he’s less of a brat than he is now, using his harbinger status to call you out of training for a quick fuck. you asked if he was still mad about getting his ass handed to him in front of an audience. if cutting your training hours was some roundabout way to let him catch up.

“what makes this any different from getting your ego reamed for everyone to see,” you wondered aloud while watching him shed only his shorts and the underwear beneath. “with you, everything’s a spectacle.” you sounded exasperated.

still locked the door behind you, though.

“how does this make sure people keep fearing you?”

you rub at his prostate, merciless little circles pulling out cracking whines and full-body shivers, making precum pool in the palm you have cupping and squeezing and twisting over the head of his cock.

“how does letting everyone know,” spreading your fingers, you scissor and stroke, and scaramouche makes a sound that has your breath hitching in your throat, “that you’re a slut for me, give you any power?”

his orgasm is sudden and violent, a punch to the gut. you jerk him off through it, humming idly as his cum splats onto the floor in ropes, and you go still when he starts rocking back onto your fingers just as he twists a bit to catch your eye over his shoulder.

his dick’s soft, his knees are wobbly, and his ears are most definitely red… but the grin stretches broadly across his face.

and he knows you’ll see it for the challenge it is.

“i’m the one keeping you here,” scaramouche wiggles his hips, arching his back while propping himself up with shaky arms, “aren’t i? you can leave anytime you want. you could’ve turned around the moment i pulled my pants down, called me a whore while you kicked the door shut behind you— you don’t even have to come whenever i call.”

you raise a brow and let go of him, and scaramouche rises to meet you, chest to chest. he teeters a bit, but then there’s that bone-deep satisfaction that stirs when your hands find his waist to help him steady. unconscious, unbidden, reflexive.

ah…

“face it, baby,” he knocks your forehead to see your eye twitch, “i’ve already got you.”

it’s quiet for long enough that he thinks you’ll actually leave before letting him get you off in return.

“you think so?”

think?

scaramouche forgoes an answer and smirks when your fingers dig in a little more, marking half-moons on his hips. “i know so,” he says, smug and firm and final while tipping his head back in that way he does whenever he makes to look down on you.

it’s all to spark that glint in your eyes, darling.

because there’s nothing like poking a bear he knows will bite.

lessons learnt at educastle's seminar!

25/6 last sunday, i attended educastle's seminar on how to be motivated to learn!

through this talk, i learnt that LEARNING is a choice. it will NOT end after writing that PhD thesis📃. what matters is your curiosity🔍. noone is content with knowing only surface level textbook knowledge, they must also want to know the depths of the iceberg! 🤔

you are a student🧑🏼‍🎓not because you are binded to high school🏫, but because you are learning. an old man without a degree can also be a student. you choose to learn than stay idle, so congratulations, learner! 📚

a way to be constantly motivated to learn is to develop curiosity for the workings of life🤯. for me, i am extremely interested in the fields of mechanics and engineering🥼, so i will learn that as an interest.

a fact i learnt was that you will remember more of something when you question it🤔, more than if the speaker was directly spitting out facts you don't want to know about.🥱

to understand in depth about real-life problems🤨, you can use the 7 layer technique in which you question your answer 7 times💭. you can use this to develop higher order thinking skills🤔 and also know the contributing factors to your dilemmas.

why do i crave validation? because __. why __? because ___. why...... .... x7

BATMAN MOVIE REVIEW

7/10 movie

this movie was great. i guess.

other reviews: https://kaidousecoli.tumblr.com/bookre

diary: https://kaidousecoli.tumblr.com/diary

it starts off extremely heavy. dark colours, red lights. rainy atmosphere, gothic aesthetic, loud OSTs, batman walking around with heavy footsteps hitting bad guys in his stiff armor. there was this feel. so... renaissance! i love it.

but i feel like after the 1.5 hour mark things get more.. normal? maybe i just got used to the spectacular directing, i don't know. i just got less overwhelmed and more like, i knew they would pull this off, not surprised. there were still times where they synced the sound effects of batman slamming this guy's head to a car with the beat of the OST which were really sneaky and cool.

i know it's a heroes movie and there is no good ending without a "lesson on morals" at the end with batman spitting a whole morals thesis but it was so.. hero-like. not my style!

OST - perfectly timed, catchy, mysterious.

STORY - interesting with the riddle thing but when bruce slowly progressed through the riddles it got boring. pattinson makes a good batman though! really love the threatening alpha thing he has going on. xoxo

SONGS - if my memory serves me right they only played one song in this movie. two times. and i liked it! so it's okay...!

AESTHETICS - OMG!!! 10/10.... !!!!! upbeat colours, beautiful settings, graphics.. visuals...

Helping Albedo out with his research by day and at night he researches you under the covers. 😏 he uses that time to try different positions and different ways to drive you wild. He doesn’t understand why the pain of your nails scratching down his back is so pleasurable, he wants more. Albedo and his favorite assistant make many frequent trips up the mountain for this ‘research’

ya’ll horn knee for the alkemist

...

Well here’s more food

We know that albedo is mostly outside gathering some herbs or something for his alchemy or probably near somewhere to continue with his research.

So as his assistant, it’s a responsibility you always follow wherever he goes and assist him with anything. And what did you assist him with?

Of course, it’s sex. After he did that intimate act with you, he wants to “expand” his knowledge and further gather more reactions from you.

Oh how red your face was when he calmly calls your name and tells you to lift up your skirt. It was just a simple touching here and there. A finger tracing your panties, his hand slowly trailing to your shirt as he pushes you against the tree until your back is resting on it.

He hums and looks down to see your blouse unbuttoned that your bra was practically exposed to him. The pen between his fingers was nudged to the center of your chest and he used it as leverage to lift up your undergarments without laying a finger on you.

You shuddered at the cold air brushing your skin. Your nipples are turning hard both from the wind and at his focused stare. You bit your lower lip and looked elsewhere other than him, your fingers digging on the rough trunk of the tree to make yourself smaller from his lean body.

“What are you feeling right now, [Name]?” He calmly asked, bringing the pen to your nipples and toys with them. How in the world does he still remain calm from this?! Does he not get worried or anxious if someone happens to see you both here half-naked in the middle of the forest?!

“Cold, sir...” And yet you still answered him and helped him with this so-called research.

“Not hot and bothered at all?” He inquired once again and this time bringing the pen lower, trailing to your abdomen until to your clothed core, brushing the tip onto it that had your nerves shivering in delight.

“A... a bit...” you stammered and lifted your hand up to your lips to quiet your noises. Albedo’s face scrunched up when he saw you covering your face. He brought his gloved hands on top of yours and brought it down to your side.

“I never said to put your hand there, did I?” His voice was sharp and a bit darker than the calming and velvety voice you’ve grown to love. You shook your head and apologized to him sheepishly.

The alchemist sighed and put the pen back in his pocket before resting his hand on your bare shoulder.

“Turn around.” He ordered.

There’s no way you can’t go against him. He’s your supervisor and it’s unlikely of you, his trusted assistant, to disobey him. It only brought you excitement and made you even wetter than before at his demanding tone.

You’ve never seen him like this at all even in your previous sex with him. You mustered all the courage you have left in you to nod at him, desperately holding yourself back from grinding against him as he presses himself onto you.

—

“I think Mister Albedo should be here...” The female alchemist muttered to herself whilst looking at the piece of paper left by the Kreideprinz in the Favonius Headquarters.

The crunching of dry leaves filled her ears as she turned her head left and right to look for any signs of the familiar ash-blonde head. 

“Mhng~!” 

Her ears perked up at the muffled sound from the nearby tree. 

Did someone get hurt? Or maybe it’s you and Albedo doing the research. Sucrose hasn’t seen anyone wandering around here so it’s a possibility it could be either you or Albedo.

She seeks the source of the sound, gradually increasing in volume the more steps she takes and her whole face and body went aflame at the scandalous acts of the Chief Alchemist and his assistant. She quickly hid behind the tree and concealed her mouth with both hands.

“A-Albedo...! Hah... mng~!! Faster p-please!” You begged, tightly gripping on his arm as he held your body close to him while your other hand was resting on the bumpy trunk whilst he pounds in and out of you frantically.

“Faster, huh...?” 

You bit your lip harshly, almost grazing the skin to emit blood when he thrust his hips against yours hitting your sweet spot that weakened your knees. You can’t think clearly. The overwhelming pleasure is filling you up and you’re beginning to see stars the more he hits that one certain spot. You want him to go deeper, you want to listen to his moans of your name, you want his fingers to leave marks on your hips.

You’re tightly hugging his cock, you’re taking his size so well, and you wanted more of him. 

Faster,

Deeper,

More,

More

More...!

You moaned his name as you cum on his cock, and Albedo finds himself being pushed on the edge as well when you clamped your thighs together. With just a few more thrusts he can reach his climax as well. 

His eyes quickly darted to the side when he saw small movements and rustling from the bushes. His motions faltered a bit, slowing down his pace and loosening his grip on your hips. You whined at the lack of pleasure that filled you that slowly died down and ran out of your system. 

Looking over your shoulder to take a peek at him, his eyes were focused on the opposite side of the forest. Before you could even open your mouth to voice your concern, your eyes went dark all of a sudden. Warm and hot breathing was caressing against him and your throat bounced in turbulence as if Albedo had another plan on fucking you twice in a row.

“Focus on me,” His silky voice echoed in your ears as he proceeded on smacking his body with yours once again.

He’s very much aware his other assistance noticed them. But did that stop him from fucking you and making you cum again? 

No.

Poor Sucrose immediately dashed out from the forest in fear if the Chief Alchemist caught her red-handed from peeping and disturbing his study.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDitch with me, Genshin characters

genshin characters reacting to you saying, "I'm bored, let's/can we go make out somewhere."

includes: albedo, rosaria, xiao, hu tao

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ALBEDO ━━ THE CHALK PRINCE 〕

Maybe becoming a volunteer in Sucrose's experiment just because you wanted to see Albedo was a bad idea; you didn't know what you were thinking, of course Albedo wouldn't ditch his job, overseeing Sucrose's experiment, half way to indulge in you━━ hell he wouldn't stop even if Mondstadt was on the verge of collapsing. Even so, you sat at the table, passing along different chemicals and materials ( that you involuntarily learnt the name of ) to the two when they asked.

You knew better than to become a hinderance to Albedo's work and to keep your private relationship out of his work cave but having him stood right infront of you, have his hair be waved in your face without you being able to touch it was just a crime. So when Sucrose slipped away to find the materials from the different side of the room, you took this as a chance to sneak up on Albedo and wrap your arms around his waist and swaying him side to side. He leans back into you slightly, which makes you happy, knowing he had been craving your touch as you his.

"We're nearly done━━" Albedo starts, only to be cut off by you, breathing down his neck, "I'm bored, can we go make out somewhere?"

Albedo freezes, still stiffly following your swaying. You let him ago upon feeling him freeze up, turning him around to face you━━ though he didn't look at you, casting his gaze upon the floor. You hear him mumble something under his breath, "what was that?"

You lean down, hoping he repeats it. He manages to grit out, "after we finish," hoping Sucrose didn't hear. You hum happily, letting him go when Sucrose comes back with an armful of materials and places them on the table. "It's a promise then," you tease. Sucrose seems confused, but with you having an amused smile on your face as you went back to your table and Albedo, who seemed to be out of it, she didn't know who exactly to ask so hoped it was nothing serious.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ROSARIA ━━ THORNING BENEVOLENCE 〕

If joining the knights taught you one thing, it was never to go drinking with the Cavalry Captain, Kaeya as his go to was usually his brother's cavaran and God knows how much those two pretend they hate each other. See Kaeya enjoyed riling people up, no matter who, but somehow, he got an extra thrill when it was the red haired pyro claymore user; so when Kaeya asks if you want to go for a drink, you say no.

However, this time was different because Kaeya used your weak spot ( Rosaria ) and so here you are now, extra drunk because the alcohol is the only thing that's heloing you ignore the annoying bickering of the two adoptive brothers. Diluc usually ignores all of Kaeya's advances to rile him up, but obviously his day has been shitty because he responded less level headed than usual.

With your face flushed and flat against the bar, you peer up at Rosaria, whose face was hid behind her wooden cup. "You're staring," she states and you push yourself up, placing your head on your crossed arms this time as you hum, acknowledging her words. You glance at the brothers and then glance back just as she sets her cup down, "I'm bored," she looks down at you, "can we go make out somewhere?"

It seems you were a little louder than you thought you were being because the trio stare at you━━ Rosaria, Kaeya and Diluc, all three of them, drill holes into your soul and you should be embarrassed, but the alcohol in your system was definitely messing with you because you hiccup and straighten up to place your cheek on your palm and give Rosaria a smile.

The first to speak is Rosaria, who sighs, "you're drunk," she pushes your mug away from you, nodding at Diluc to take the mug away from your vision. You pout though, a little mad that you dismissed your words as drunk rambles but Kaeya appears behind you and places his hands on your shoulder, "now now, haven't you heard that a drunk man's rambles is his truth?" He teases.

"Shut up, Kaeya," Diluc steps in, not appreciating his humour, "she's not going to take advantage of their drunk state, truth or not."

"I'll take you home," Rosaria urges you to your feet, wrapping your arm around her shoulder and hers around your waist. "Kaeya can take the bill." She says before she leaves with you, stirring up Kaeya on purpose.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 XIAO ━━ CONQUEROR OF DEMONS 〕

Ganyu's training, how should you say this, wasn't what you expected it to be. Though you weren't expecting something of large grandiosity, they were still immortals so you were expecting something which is why you followed the traveller and Ganyu ( also because you hadn't seen Xiao in a long time so you were looking for an excuse ).

You wanted to hug Xiao the moment you saw him but upon hearing you shout his name happily, he sent you a look that said 'not—the—time' so reluctantly, you let him do what he was there to do. When Ganyu went to train though and the traveller was stood far away from you, speaking to Paimon, you glanced over at Xiao, who was trained on Ganyu's figure as she pulled back her bow and aimed.

"What?" He snapped, arms crossed when he notices you were just staring at him without saying anything. "I'm bored," you huff, leaning back on the mountain just behind you.

"Why did you come then," he asks━━ a rhetorical question, he didn't want an answer, he just wanted to rebut you. Too bad though, he was going to get an answer, "well, I came for a certain someone," you emphasise your words so he knew your 'certain someone' was him, "but my certain someone is too busy for me right now."

He doesn't answer, arms crossed and eye still watching Ganyu as she flew platform to platform, summoning her bow and firing with each platform she landed on. "Xiao," he doesn't make a move to acknowledge your words, "Xiao, I'm bored━━"

He gives you an exasperated sigh, ready to answer but you continue, "let's go make out somewhere." He finally looks at you, his neck snaps over to you with a sudden movement that you're scared he broke it but his ears peaking through his bangs and you see them turning read. He stares at you like you've committed a crime but you blink, "please keep it in your pants until we're done."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 HU TAO ━━ FRAGRANCE IN THAW 〕

Hu Tao usually leaves majority of her paperwork to Zhongli, simply because the latter was better at paperwork whilst she did field work that allowed her to stretch her legs. Due to certain circumstances however, Zhongli was currently unavailable and Hu Tao had to take care of paperwork, that she had kept away in hopes he would come back. You didn't understand much of the paperwork, simply there because the other workers had asked you to make sure she actually completed the work.

Bad decision on their part, you got bored even easier than Hu Tao, at least she had something to do. You had to sit there and watch as she stared at paperwork with great diligence, tongue slightly poking out of her mouth as she concentrated. You busied yourself with the odd bits here and there she had on her desk but even those couldn't quell the urge to grab Hu Tao and jump out the window.

"Hu Tao," you call out she ignores you. "Miss Director, I'm bored."

She pauses, like she's debating something but then promptly return to her work. "Let's go make out somewhere." She jumps up at her seat, slamming her hands on the desk before grabbing you by the wrist and before long, you're both out the Funeral Parlor's door with her employees shouting out after her.

one thousand and one nights with you (is not enough to spend)

note from kin: the title is from that song in twisted by starkid, but that’s about as far as the similarity goes

anyway you’re visionless and basically run a little witch shop in mondstadt, with flowers and cool gemstones and mysterious powders and potions and stuff. albedo gets a lot of his alchemy ingredients from you (also he’s dating you but not a lot of people know that)

fandom: genshin impact

character(s): gn! reader, albedo, plus a surprise venti cameo

pairing(s): albedo/reader

warning(s): i don’t know albedo that well so he might be ooc? also this is so cheesy it’s a little ridiculous

genre: fluff

“I’ll be going now, boss!”

You smile and return your assistant’s cheery goodbye wave as he disappears off into the night outside, freshly-filled coin pouch jingling at his hip. As the door swings shut with quiet click, your surroundings fall into quietude.

The candles keeping the room lit are beginning to burn down to stumps, throwing most of your shelves into shadow. You take a sip from the steaming cup sitting on your counter, then stand up to begin taking inventory and closing up shop.

The silence is comforting after such a long day. You’re not entirely sure what brought on the sudden increase in customers, given that your shop is tucked away in a quiet little corner of Mondstadt that not many tend to linger around. That had been a deliberate choice, and so was the lack of advertising - your speciality is the individual, not the crowd.

Still, you can’t say that it isn’t nice to have the increased income. More profit means better wages for your assisstant - and more Mora to buy even more cool things to stock.

You pass about an hour ambling around your shop, rearranging your products and making sure that everything is in order. Then, just as the bat-shaped clock on the wall chimes one o’clock, the bell above the front door jingles, and you hear quiet footsteps enter.

You don’t pay it any mind at first, instead focusing on rearranging the little bottles of various dusts and extracts on one of the ingredients shelves. A hand settles on the small of your back, and you feel the new arrival’s presence come to a stop beside you.

“We’re out of powdered lizard tail,” You say without looking at him.

A pause. Then a quiet chuckle. “That’s how you want to start the night?”

You smirk. “The night started a good while ago, darling.”

Albedo sighs as you turn to face him, though his soft smile betrays his faux-exasperation. “I did tell you I’d be late today.”

“You tell me that you’ll be late every day,” You reply, sliding one final bottle of powdered crystalfly into place, then move over to sit on your front counter. He follows, settling just beside you.

“I have a lot of things that need attending to,” He shrugs, leaning over and snatching your drink without asking. You shake your head, but let him take a sip from it anyway.

His eyes flicker up to look at you over the rim of the mug. “...though, of course, you’re the most important one.”

You laugh and bat at his shoulder. He doesn’t make any effort to avoid it, eyes twinkling as you smile. “Why not come round more often if I’m so important, huh?”

“Do you think I wouldn’t if I could?” He asks with a scoff, setting down the mug and gently nudging you in the side. “We both have jobs, [Name]. We need to actually do them.”

“Oh, I know that,” You return his nudge and hop down from the counter again. Albedo sighs a little at your restlessness, but follows as you swipe the keys from your drawer and open the door again. “But it doesn’t hurt to take a day off every now and then.”

“I’ve already taken far more in the last month than is reasonable,” Albedo says with a shake of his head, stepping out into the street at your indication and waiting as you shut and lock the door. “Grandmaster Jean will get suspicious.”

“Psh,” You dismiss, waving a whimsical hand about and nearly knocking the sign off of your door. “Why is it that you’re not telling her about us, again?”

“She doesn’t exactly like you,” He says, absently linking his hand with yours as the two of you begin walking aimlessly in no direction in particular. He’s removed his gloves, you notice. “You did set up shop without permission when you first got here.”

“Ah, right…” Now that you think about it, you seem to remember her shooting you a rather nasty look when you passed her in the street last week. Why she continues to hold a grudge is lost on you - after all, you did get the necessary documentation and everything eventually… though, to be fair, the method you used wasn’t exactly legal. “...well, forget her.  What do you want to do tonight?”

“Hmm,” He swings your linked hands about for a moment. “I saw a lot of dandelions growing just outside the walls earlier. Why don’t we go pick some seeds?”

“If you want to pick dandelion seeds, why not ask Sucrose?” You ask as he begins leading you in the direction of the main gate. “She’s the one with the Anemo vision.”

“Sucrose?” Albedo repeats, turning his head to look at you. His irises almost seem to glow in the darkness of the night, brighter than any of the stars above - it’d be unsettling if it wasn’t so beautiful. “Why would I want to go seed-picking with her?”

You raise an eyebrow. “...well, I’m assuming you need them for an experiment, and Anemo-blown sunflower seeds are always far more effective in that area.”

“If I needed them for an experiment, I’d just buy them from your shop,” He shakes his head. “This isn’t an ingredient hunt. This is different - it’s special.”

“Special how?” You question as the two of you walk through the gate. Albedo guides you over to a particularly thick cluster of dandelions just a few feet away, nestled in a lush copse of grass.

“Special… like you.” He cups both his hands around one of yours, the one that he’d been holding just before, and guides it over to one of the tallest plants. “Go on, show me that trick again.”

You laugh a little at his almost childish inflection, but do as he requests anyway. Albedo pulls his hands away from yours and watches as you carefully pluck off the head of the dandelion without disturbing any of its fluff-topped seeds, allowing it to rest on the tips of your fingers.

“There’s no trick to having a delicate hand,” You say as he watches your every move with the utmost concentration. “It just takes practice.”

Carefully securing the little bit of stem left at the bottom of the dandelion head between your index finger and thumb, you slowly raise your hand so that it’s suspended just above Albedo; he ducks his head a little, closing his eyes as you bring up your other hand to ever-so-gently flick the seeds from the head. The seeds drift about in the still night air for a brief moment before landing in Albedo’s blonde hair; their white colour is barely distinguishable against it.

He opens his eyes again as you pull your hands down again, lifting his head slowly so as not to disturb the little decorations you’ve added to it. “...so what did you grant me this time?”

“A good night’s sleep,” You say playfully. “As the seeds are carried away on the wind, so too will all your worldly burdens be blown away.”

He shakes his head, and several seeds are dislodged by the motion, vanishing quickly into the night. “If only it were that easy.”

“Hey, it worked last time,” You counter, sitting down in the grass. Albedo follows suit, reaching out and plucking a dandelion of his own - though with a lot less deftness than you did.

“That wasn’t the dandelions,” He says plainly, blowing lightly on the dandelion and watching the fluff disperse and disappear into the dark. “I just sleep more soundly when you’re beside me.”

You chuckle. “Sweet talker. So you’d sleep like a baby if I was around all the time, then?”

“Perhaps I would half the time,” He answers, smiling in a way that tells you that he knows exactly how sappy what he’s about to say is. “But I wouldn’t sleep nearly as well for the other half. I’d be too busy looking at you.”

Despite already knowing that it was coming, you can’t help but feel your heart flutter slightly at his proclamation. “I could say the same about. Bet you’ve broken a good few hearts with looks like that.”

“Then so be it,” He shrugs, eye-lids falling a little as he gives you a devilish little smirk. “Yours is the only one I care about.”

“When did you get so charming?” You flick him in the nose, effectively wiping off the smug look on his face. “Have you been studying love poems or something?”

“Love poems aren’t really my area,” He says, drawing back and rubbing at his nose a little reproachfully. “But Lisa and Kaeya have been giving me plenty of tips on my… 'romantic endeavours’, as they say.”

“Those two…” You shake your head. Kaeya and Lisa managed to find about your relationship with Albedo almost as soon as he’d confessed to you, though luckily they’d agreed to try not to mention it around Jean. “Have those tips been working?”

“Isn’t that a question for you to answer?” He picks another dandelion and blows it directly at you. “Is your heart being stirred?”

“Not while you’re blowing seeds into my face, it isn’t,” You shield yourself with one hand, pushing it in front of Albedo’s face to obscure his field of vision. “Quit it!”

He does drop the dandelion at your request, but, unusually, doesn’t give you a verbal response. You’re just thinking that he must be planning something when he suddenly leans forward and kisses the centre of your palm.

You immediately pull your hand back, feeling yourself heat up. Albedo leans forward, cocking his head to the side with a smile. “What about now?”

“You’re insufferable,” is your only reply.

Albedo’s smile turns into another smirk. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “I’m yours.”

“Mine, now? How nice,” You say, still trying to act unbothered. You can tell it isn’t working, though.  “Am I allowed to get a refund if you don’t work as expected?”

“Would you ever want to return me?” Albedo counters. You can’t exactly say yes - that’s both mean and untrue -  so you just sigh and shake your head. He smiles, clearly pleased.

You’re about to say something else when you hear a series of uneven footsteps coming from the gate. It doesn’t sound like a Knight of Favonius on patrol - in fact, it sounds more like a drunkard.

Albedo shuffles a little closer to you as a figure stumbles out of the gates. It’s someone you vaguely recognise by their green clothes - the bard who often plays in front of the statue of Barbatos. He’s holding a bottle that’s already half-empty, and you have a feeling that he’s already had a lot more before it.

The bard looks over at you and Albedo, and while you doubt he can recognise your faces what with both the darkness and the distance, it’s obvious enough that the two of you aren’t just a pair of good buddies hanging out. He raises the bottle in your direction with a hiccup.

“Wonderful night to meet a lover!” He calls, voice ringing so loudly that you’re sure that he just woke up a few residents of the city. “May your relationship last long as the wind blows!”

He doesn’t wait for a response before beginning to stumble his way across the bridge. As he goes, he exclaims to no one in particular, “The air is crisp tonight! Such good wine - what a wonderful city!”

He quickly disappears into the darkness. You exchange looks with Albedo. “...how much do you think he drank?”

“Far too much,” He replies amusedly. “He’ll regret it come morning.”

“And it isn’t too far off now,” You say, checking your pocket watch. “Will you be heading back to headquarters tonight?”

He considers, then shakes his head. “I don’t have anything that’ll need attention tomorrow morning. So, if you’ll have me…”

He doesn’t finish, but you already know what he’s asking. “There’s always room for you to stay over - you should know that by now, shouldn’t you?”

He smiles a little bashfully at that, and nods. “I suppose so… thank you.”

“You might as well move in at this point,” You comment, shifting slightly on the spot and patting at his arm. He holds his hand out obligingly, and you thread your fingers through his. “You’ve left at least three sets of pyjamas over already.”

Albedo opens his mouth to respond, and you shake your head, placing the index finger of your free hand to his lips to shush him. “Yeah, yeah, I got it, Grandmaster Jean’ll get suspicious…”

He blows on your finger to get you to retract it. When that doesn’t work, he pretends to bite at it, which is a lot more effective. “...I will tell her eventually. Just not now.”

“While you’re on the rocks,” You say with a nod, squeezing his hand. He sighs and nods as well. “But I still don’t think she’d fire you over who you’re dating.”

“Maybe not, but I don’t want to get any more on her bad side,” He mumbles. “She’s still annoyed about that floor I melted.”

“Didn’t you tell her that I was the one who made you drop the potion?” You ask, thinking back to that particular day - when you’d learnt that Albedo is very susceptible to your flirting when he’s in the middle of an experiment.

He shakes his head with a chuckle. “I didn’t think you’d appreciate me tattling. Besides, it isn’t like she punished me.”

“Well, you’re basically untouchable at the end of the day,” You comment, lying back in the grass and pulling Albedo with you. “It’s them who need you, not the other way around.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” He says, adjusting himself so that the two of you are pressed flush against each other. “If I hadn’t started working for them, we’d never have met.”

“We would have crossed paths eventually,” You say, smiling coyly when he turns his head to face you. “Though better sooner than later, I suppose.”

“Far better sooner,” He says, returning your smile with a much softer one. “I’m glad we did.”

Another dandelion seed drifts out of his hair and lands in the grass as you look at him. You'll be keeping this one for a long time, you decide. Probably forever. You like him.

You think he likes you, too.

— ✧ good night

summary lil’ fluffy drabbles ab their “good night” teapot voicelines :-) pairings (sep.) kaeya, childe, xiao, zhongli, albedo, diluc x gn!reader warnings spoilers if you haven’t heard their teapot voicelines, kaeya’s is w/ a pre-established lover and is kinda spicy and ur wearing a skirt, nightmares, not proofread as usual ^^; a/n repost bc tumblr shadowbanned me an hour after i posted this last week :-( sorta half-assed this but it’s whatevs!!!! soz if u hate it :/

KAEYA

"you should get going, you have knightly affairs to attend to. good night, kaeya." you turned your head sideways to give him a kiss, into which he whined.

"is it that time already? i'm not sure i'm ready to say goodbye." he pouted at you, his grip tight on your hand.

"see, this is what happens when you slack off. your work piles up and you have to do it all the night before the deadline." you playfully yanked your hands from his and tapped his nose, "and that means... less time spent with your beautiful, perfect, amazing lover."

"well, my love, what if i told you that all my paperwork technically doesn't need to be handed in until next week?"

"well, my love, what if i told you that i know you'll hold off on doing it all until the night before, and then you won't get to spend the night with me? on your birthday, too... i have a very special gift waiting for you, y'know..." your lips ghosted over his, but just when kaeya was about to kiss you, you pulled away and sent him a teasing smirk, tutting him.

"oh? since when did you become such a tease... i thought that was my role in this relationship?"

"i can be a tease... when i choose to." your fingers danced across the top of his chest as you walked past him to the other side of the kitchen bar.

kaeya chuckled and shook his head as he felt tingles arise from where your fingers came in contact with his skin. it wasn't easy to make him flustered, at least to an outsider, but all it really took was to give him a taste of his own medicine, and he would be like putty in your palms, "can i at least get a hint about what this gift is?"

"you already know what it is... don't you?" you leaned across the bar to take his chin in your hand, "how 'bout a little sneak peek, hm?"

walking back to him, you pushed his legs apart with your knee and sat down to straddle his lap. your skirt rose up to your hips as you did, exposing a fluffy lace garter wrapped around one of your thighs.

kaeya's head tilted, pleasantly surprised, and he gazed at you lustfully, "naughty now, are we?"

his hand came up to touch the fabric, but just as his fingers brushed over your skin, you smacked it away, "ah-ah, you can look, but don't touch."

"you're gonna be the death of me..." kaeya's head fell back, exposing his neck. you knew what he was trying to do with his thick, muscular, veiny neck on display, just asking to be kissed, licked, bitten.

"well, you're just gonna have to wait until next week, aren't you?" you got up off his lap, suppressing a smile as you saw a small tent in his pants, "you might wanna take care of your, uh... situation before you go back to headquarters. as for me? i'm gonna get my beauty sleep. good night, love!"

CHILDE

"oh, it’s nearing midnight… you should go, if you want to get to sumeru by noon tomorrow," you suggested, smiling at childe through gritted teeth. frankly, you didn't want him to go at all. he'll be gone for whoever knows how long on a deadly expedition in sumeru. childe told you it could take him a week, a month, a year... maybe even more, "good night, tartaglia... be safe."

"it's already that time of night, huh..." "good night, (y/n). who knows when we'll next meet..." childe got up from his seat next to you, sending you a half-hearted smile and a lame attempt of a wave goodbye.

your heart ached as you watched him walk away, lacking the same pep in his steps he usually has. a voice in your head started screaming at you to go after him; to ask him to stay the night before going on an expedition that could take him over a year.

you tried pushing the voice into the back of your mind, but with no luck; what if he said no? what if he doesn’t like you in the same way you like him?

but what if he says yes? what if he loves you just as much, perhaps even more than you love him? what if hearing you say those three sacred words is the one thing that could stop him from going on this death wish of an expedition?

your mind was a war zone, both sides arguing with each other until eventually, one took the throne.

you let out a defeated sigh as you ran after childe, your heartbeat travelling up to your head from the nerves you felt for what you were about to do, "childe! wait!"

childe’s ears perked up as he heard your voice and felt his stomach flutter. he turned around, eager to hear what you had to say, only for you to come crashing into his chest. you wrapped your arms around his midriff tightly and nuzzled your head against him, "stay... please. even if it's just one night. stay with me a little longer... i-" you pulled your head off his chest and looked up at his face, noticing the glassiness of his eyes, "i love you." the three words came out barely more than a whisper, but still loud enough for childe to hear, "i love you, ajax."

fireworks exploded in his chest, and he couldn't help the wide smile that his lips adorned, "really?"

you nodded avidly and bit your bottom lip to stop it from visibly trembling, close to shedding tears from the overwhelming emotions you felt.

childe caressed your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs and pulled you in for a tender kiss. it was soft, and slow, and sweet; just how you had always imagined. your hands grasped the collar of his jacket to pull him in closer, trying to feel as much of him against you as you could.

he pulled back for air, laughing at the tears that stained both of your cheeks, "i was waiting for you to say that for the longest time, y'know? i love you too..." childe wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you in for a warm hug, letting his head fall to kiss the top of yours, "i love you more than life itself."

XIAO

“thank you for today, i had a blast! good night, xiao.” you stopped at your door and turned around to send him a warm smile.

“t-today...” today was great.

xiao had it bad for you, and all he found himself thinking about, dreaming about, was you. he wanted to get closer to you; to understand you, but was unsure how to go about doing so. he consulted with zhongli regarding mortal courting rituals, and was told that taking them on 'dates' was customary.

so, xiao had asked you earlier in the week whether you wanted to accompany him on a picnic at qingyun peak, to which you happily said yes. you indeed did have a blast, as did xiao, although he wasn't very vocal about it.

he loved watching your face light up with curiosity as he told you stories about liyue, he loved the little giggles you let out when he said something funny, he loved watching you frolic around in the fields chasing crystalflies and feeding cranes.

he remembered zhongli telling him that first dates sometimes end with a confession and a kiss, both of which xiao couldn't find the nerve to do, “... forget it, it’s nothing. good night.”

you wanted to hear what he had to say, but respected that he most likely wasn’t ready to indulge you in his secrets. you nodded at him with a soft smile and turned around to open your door, but stopped as the wheels in your mind began to churn.

xiao was unusually... nervous today. you noticed how his palms often got sweaty to the point there were tiny pools in the middle of them, how his hand shook as he placed a glaze lily he picked in your hair, how he would snap his head away from you every time you turned to look at him, how he fumbled over his words.

did xiao... like you? as more than a friend?

as you felt a surge of confidence course through you, you turned back around to face xiao. his gaze travelled up from the ground to look at you, head tilted in confusion as he saw you bite your lip to suppress a wide smile, "is someth-"

xiao’s voice caught in his throat and his eyes went wide as he felt the warmth of your lips on his cheek. you may have only kissed him for just a mere second, but his whole face flushed red with embarrassment and he began to stutter.

you giggled at his response and simply waved at him as you turned back around to head inside your home, “good night!”

the yaksha’s fingers came up to touch the spot on his cheek where you lips just were, and his heart began to pound from elation. the feeling was foreign to him, but most certainly was welcomed. perhaps he would indulge you in his 'not-so-secret' secret tomorrow.

ZHONGLI

"i'm beat, i think i'm gonna hit the hay. good night, zhongli!"

"good night, (y/n)." zhongli averted his gaze from the river in front of him to smile at you and give you a wave.

you reciprocated his actions before walking back to your house. after letting out a tired sigh after falling on your bed, it wasn’t hard for you to immediately drift off into a deep slumber.

“zhongli!” you shot up, panting, eyes darting around your room trying to make sense of where you were. two hours had passed since you fell asleep and you were woken up by a nightmare. as you took in your surroundings, you managed to catch a glimpse of zhongli outside your window, still in the same spot he was when you bid him good night.

it didn't take much for you to jump out of your bed and run out of the house towards him.

zhongli turned around with furrowed brows upon hearing the sound of urgent footsteps nearing him and was shocked to see you running to him with tears staining your cheeks, “(y/n)? is something the matter?"

before he could react, you toppled into his chest, wrapping your arms around him tightly, "i had a nightmare that you died... it was s-so scary, i don't know what i'd do w-without you..."

he felt his heart sink upon hearing you cry and tremble against him,"shh, it's alright, i'm here... you’ll never be without me by your side." he cooed as his hands instinctively came up to rub soothing circles into your back. you and zhongli hadn't ever made physical contact like this before, but something about the way your body melted against his chest felt so right; so addicting, "if you wish, you may lay with me. perhaps being next to me will calm your mind."

pulling your head out of his chest, you wiped the tears off your face and looked up at him, "you'd really be okay with that?"

zhongli chuckled and took your hand in his, guiding you to the hammock that hung from the tree near the river he was standing by. he slipped into it first, then helped you up. it was a tight fit, and your legs were tangled, practically laying on top of him. feeling yourself heat up at the intimate position you two were in, you tried to shift over, only to have him hold you in place.

“aren’t i heavy?”

“heavy? i can bring a falling meteor down to earth. compared to that, you’re as light as a feather. now, shut your eyes and try to sleep.” zhongli squeezed your hand reassuringly and kept his gaze on you until you lowered your head on his chest. he smiled upon sensing a warm tingle spread through his body. it was a new feeling, but he certainly enjoyed it.

some minutes had passed since you had both gotten in the hammock, and you had already drifted off to sleep. zhongli admired how peaceful you looked like this; with the moonlight dancing on your skin and lips curved upwards into a gentle smile. he impulsively leaned his head forwards to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, feeling his heart flutter at how you subconsciously nuzzled your head into him in response.

he whispered against your head, "the night grows darker, so rest while you can. may you have pleasant dreams."

ALBEDO

"i think i’m gonna go to bed. good night, albedo!” you got up from your seat in front of him and sent him a wave.

"good night, (y/n). may you have sweet dreams." albedo murmured in response, his eyes not leaving his sketchpad. you wanted to know what he was drawing, but were too nervous to ask, and too respectful to take a peek for yourself.

you shrugged it off and turned around to walk away, only to do a double take, staring at him in awe. you had an undeniable crush on the albedo and often found yourself admiring him, but tonight, he looked especially stunning under the moonlight.

"... you don't require me to read you a bedtime story, do you?"

"huh?" you shook your head out of the trance he held you in and furrowed your brows, embarrassed.

albedo sighed and turned his attention to gaze at you softly, "you're still standing here. is there a reason you haven't left to your room yet?"

you shifted from one foot to another, feeling yourself heat up, "oh, um... i just... uh- it's nothing."

"are you sure? you know you can share anything with me, right? my ears are always yours," he cocked a curious brow at you.

"uh... um..."

"do i make you nervous?" albedo sounded genuine, but if you didn't know any better, the tone in which he spoke was almost teasing.

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in, "no? hah, what makes you think that?"

"humans stutter over their words and sweat when they feel anxious," he gestured to the stray drop of sweat on your forehead, and put his sketchpad down to walk over to you, "is there something about me that makes you uncomfortable?"

"oh, gosh- i, uh..." you looked everywhere but his eyes, feeling scrutinized under his gaze. you so badly wanted to scream at him that you had a giant crush on him, that you also probably loved him, but your nerves got the best of you, "...no?"

you shifted your gaze from the ground to his eyes, noticing a hint of amusement in them.

"can i show you what i was sketching?" he reached back to grab his sketchpad, opening it up to a page and handing it to you, "it's not quite done yet, but... it's almost there."

your brows raised as you saw that what he was sketching was, in fact, you. in his drawing, you were sitting at a table with a novel in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, just like you really were before you got up to go to bed.

"i look beautiful here." you admired yourself, fingers tracing over the outline of your face that he drew.

"you always look beautiful." he stared at you endearingly and felt his chest flutter when you looked up at him with a timid smile and soft eyes.

"really?"

albedo wasn't sure what overtook him, but he gently took your hands in his, swiping his thumb over yours reassuringly, "really. if you don't believe me, i'll remind you every day, ever hour of it, until you do."

DILUC

“oh, look at the time! time for the darknight hero to hit the streets of mondstadt and save innocent civilians from danger." you stated dramatically, slicing the air with the pretend claymore you held in your hands, "i'll let you get to it. good night, diluc!”

diluc shyly smiled at you, finding your childlike demeanour charming. "good night..." his voice trailed off, almost as if he was going to say something, and subconsciously took a hold of your arm to stop you from getting up.

you turned to look at him with a head tilt and confused pout, "were you going to say something?"

he shook his head with a quiet grunt, and furrowed his brows upon seeing that he had a grasp on your arm. diluc was quick to pull his hand away, tilting his head downwards to hide the flush on his face, "never mind. you should get going."

you gasped excitedly and immediately sat back down next to him, resting your chin in your palms as you looked up at him with curious eyes, “no, tell me! is it a secret? i promise i won’t tell anyone.”

diluc's breath hitched in his throat as he shifted his gaze from the ground to you, feeling his heart skip a beat at the way you looked at him in awe, “i really shouldn’t-”

“pleaaase; what if i’m dead by tomorrow? wouldn’t you regret not telling me?”

“you shouldn’t joke around like that.” his voice came out harsher than he intended, and he internally cringed at himself.

“d’awww okay, okay, you’re right. i won’t pry. for now. i’ll get it out of you, though… somehow..." you leaned in playfully to examine his face, your lips merely inches apart. diluc's eyes went wide, unable to look away from you as he tried averting his gaze, "… anyway, good night!!”

diluc found himself staring at you as you walked away, not being able to shake your words from his mind.

what if you really did die by tomorrow? after losing his two of his family members, arguably three, he didn't think he'd be able to live without the next closest thing he had to it: you. he also didn't think he'd ever forgive himself for not letting you know how he felt about you.

“(y/n), wait.” diluc got up from his seat at the fountain and walked over to you, stopping you in your tracks, “i shouldn’t hold back from telling you how i feel. you’re right; because what if you really aren’t here tomorrow? i don’t think i could live with myself if i didn’t tell you what i’m about to," he took in a deep breath before continuing, "i... i’m in love with you. i'm in love with your smile, your eyes, your laugh, yo-”

he was abruptly cut off by you wrapping your arms around his midriff and placing a haste, yet loving kiss to his lips. he short-circuited at the sudden contact, and felt his heart rate pick up. diluc stood motionless for a few seconds while he processed what just occurred, and hesitantly reciprocated your actions by wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer against him.

"took you long enough." you whispered against his neck as you let out a tired yawn.

diluc smiled against your hair, wondering whether his feelings towards you were really that obvious. he opened his mouth to ask you, but stopped upon seeing that your eyes were closed and your lips were upturned peacefully.

he supposed he'll just have to wait until tomorrow to ask.

valb3rry luvs u! drink a glass of water, fix ur posture and look away from your screen for a bit :D

DIARY

15th of March 2022

i ate 2 curry puffs for breakfast. tasty! i also ate some prawn biscuits in my dad's noodles.

after that i played genshin and did the average social media scrolling. my dad wants to take us out to buy lunch.

he went to AEON to buy burger king. the set came with burgers, fries, coke and a sundae. it was so tasty like no other. the cone was so crunchy!!!! ice cream was the PERFECT amount of sweetness, not like McDonalds where it gets disgusting after you eat too much...

while waiting for my dad to get subway from another mall nearby me and my mom devoured her burger in the car. i ate parts where cheese was dripping out of the meat. my dad returned with two subways and a salmon onigiri.

i ate the onigiri in the car. it's been 5 years and i still dont know how to properly open convenience store rice balls. I've only opened one correctly my whole life and i forgot how i did it.

some grains of rice keeps falling onto the cushions of the car its so annoying. i still ate the whole thing up though it was ok and decent for half frozen food.

the whole car trip I've eaten: fries, 1/4 of a burger, onigiri.

at home i ate 5 bites out of my subway. i keep shuffling from the back of the house go the dining room to watch cats behind the house. there are so many!!! a kitten and its mother and 4 more adult cats that are the same colour.

after i ate i mostly just checked on the cats again to take funny pictures of them and chatting with my friend. THEN THERES A POWER OUT AGAIN!!! they can't stop fixing the lights in the neighborhood.

it was evening. no lights, no wifi. i went outside in my pajamas from yesterday. the full moon in the blue sky was so magical. the clouds were from an oil painting, my mom said. even though oil paintings should be inspired by clouds.

i mostly just did weird stunts outside while waiting for electricity to come back again. eventually it became night and my grandparents cooked dinner in the darkness.

they cooked bihun in fishballs, meat chunks, ikan bilis and water!!! so tasty.

then i caught up with a dusty manga i havent read since last year. IT IS SO GOOD. i was reading it before i wrote this diary, so i am still reading it.

I've also bought some things in my shopee cart for my beloved!!! i used my free shipoing voucher and rm4 off voucher. i got rm13 off..🤤🤤❓❗

essays

sometimes i feel like essays are meant to waste people's time for formalities'' sake, because they state and emphasize something that can be said in a single paragraph alone to the point of memorization.

imagine writing a thesis when you only have one point to make. of course, to fulfill the 30 pages criteria, you will keep starting new paragraphs with different examples in which the reader is already aware of.

i can't fault you for being able to drill your point in our heads, but that's only because i read your article 20 times over under the guise of 30 pages with adequate points.