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vxnuslogy · 24 days ago

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╭────── no matter how long it's been, you're mine. ✦ ⸝⸝

✦ ⭑𓂃 honkai: star rail ┆ mydei .ᐟ ──╯

𐔌 warnings. mentions of blood, murder/assassination attempts, war, implied possessiveness, established relationships, mydei refers to himself as your husband ♟ notes. a part 2 for my first mydei fic "the challenge for a new king" which explores mydei's past with the reader and dive into their dynamic more

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౨ৎ crown prince of kremnos, mydeimos — every man that has walked on the paths of okhema knew of the tragic fate that weighed of mydei's shoulders. but very few knew the full prophecy the titans have actually weaved.

mydeimos had his first experience with assassination when he was only six years old. in the comforts of his own home, the palace built to shelter and care for him — it was nothing but a playground for the men who wanted his head. no royal guard nor his own mother could ever prepare for the visceral image of a child plunging a spear straight into mydeimos’s chest as if he were nothing but a sewing doll in need of a repair.

mydeimos remembered the fury in his mother’s eyes, the way she gripped the spear in her arsenal in white anger as she lifted you by the collar and off the ground. her voice carried unfiltered war as every word that spilled from her tongue all aimed to kill—just as you did with her only son. mydeimos did not care that he got stabbed; in his head, he was far more curious about what prompted someone your age to drive a blade straight through his heart.

you were sentenced to death not even a day later. in the cold cells of the palace dungeons where you lay to rot, mydeimos visited in the dead of night—in secret, away from the guards, his mother and father who wanted you dead for harming him. you never spoke, just nodded your head whenever the prince asked questions. he brought you food and water and stories; he even sang you the ballads he heard on the streets of castrum kremnos to keep you entertained. most baffling of all, he delayed your execution for as long as he could. mydeimos began acting up—causing trouble within the palace that no one ever expected. even his mother, who proudly exclaimed she knew him best, could not wrap her head around her son’s strange behavior.

on the seventh month of your delayed death, you finally spoke.

“why do you keep me alive?”

you would never forget the shimmer of intrigue that glazed over the suns in his eyes. he opened and closed his mouth, his mind racing with a million thoughts before he settled on one reply, though it didn’t quell the burning curiosity that had begun to pile up since you were escorted to your death.

“i wanted to know your name.”

“that’s it…?” your baffled expression caused the prince to grin. he stepped forward and gripped the bars that separated you both, his eyes shining with a fervent determination befitting of a warrior.

“tell me your name before you go.”

before you die, is what he meant. and in the bizarre situation you were in, you couldn’t fight the urge to laugh—so you did. warm and comforting, the complete opposite of the presence you had brought since your first attempt to end mydeimos’ life.

he stood in front of you, motionless and curious—enchanted—by the timbre of your momentary joy. out of instinct, he reached out to push the stray hairs that obscured his view of your eyes. they were dull, unsuitable for someone your age, and yet, your smile all but made up for the lack of life your eyes had.

you were a killer, but mydeimos never realized you would be warm to touch.

mydeimos wished he held you sooner, cradled your bruised face and helped you nurse the wounds from those relentless guards. instead of prolonging your demise for an arduous seven months, he should’ve broken the lock and helped you escape. for titan’s sake, mydeimos learned the definition of eloping because of you.

“prince mydeimos,” you called to him like a siren. even with the heavy golden chains locking your wrists in a painful position, you still had enough strength to find him in the crowd and smile. “come find me in the next cycle of metamorphosis.”

the son of gorgo did not care for philosophy nor the strange beliefs of the after life. but when you looked at him with eyes of regret and hope, mydeimos pressed his open palm to where you had struck him and bowed.

“i’ll find you—i promise.”

as mydeimos grew older and his path to exile grew clearer and clearer, his duty of finding allies to aid him in battle loomed like an impending shadow. in this ten year long journey back home, he needed pillars of support to keep his foundation—his will to continue—from crumbling to dust.

he already had hephaestion, who loved to tease him for his choice of drinks. though his figure was scrawny, it didn’t equate to his brilliance on the battlefield. then there was perdikkas, who knew all there was to medicine. he was the first to chastise the rest for not being careful and getting so many injuries. leonnius was their trusty messenger, always quick to get on his feet and run through the battlefields, while ptolemy was their guide, akin to something like a teacher with his vast knowledge from mydeimos’ library. and when the nights grew cold and a longing for home crashed into them like a vehement storm, peucesta would sing them a song about glory and homecoming with his mysterious voice.

mydeimos was surrounded by people who would not hesitate to lay down their lives for him. something he was eternally grateful for but dreaded more with every body that began to fall in this wayward path to home. even when his pillars began to crack and collapse one by one, mydeimos could not spare even a single moment to grieve their deaths. hephaestion’s passing in particular was a fatal blow no weapon could ever hope to inflict. it was right in front of him, and yet for the second time, he failed to reach out and actually help.

on the eve of his duel with the wretched king of kremnos, hephaestion layon his deathbed. even with perdikkas’ knowledge in medicine, his death could not be avoided, and it frustrated mydeimos to no end. how much more? how many deaths and blood must be used as a sacrifice for what everyone called“the greater good”? wouldthis prophecy really bring them to peace or just more destruction?

“mydeimos, our king… do not shed tears for me. it’s not befitting of your status.”

statuses be damned, you’re dying! he wanted to cry out. no one, not a single soul nor the writings on the wall could ever judge mydeimos for grieving—they had no right. what use would the title of “king” be if he could not even raise the palace gates to shield all that is precious to him? why wield the spear if it’s only meant to harm?

the son of gorgo will bathe in a crown of blood.

how true that prophecy has come to life.

“i know you’re there, assassin.”

a blade, dripping with carnelian waters, was pointed right at his throat. if he was not stricken by grief, mydeimos would be overjoyed that you had remembered his promise. but your very presence now reminded him of another failure: he was supposed to be the one to find you, not the other way around, and most certainly not with you planning to take his life again.

“i had hoped our second meeting would be more favorable.” your voice came as nothing but a dejected murmur. “i’m sorry, mydeimos.”

his fists clenched in anger as he turned to you. his eyes were no longer curious or bright—the shine of childhood had been replaced by the ruthlessness of strife. “have my wretched father and his council sent you to kill me? what a cruel coincidence it is that it’s you again, of all people.”

his voice dripped with venom that could kill, but you saw past it. you hadlearned from your past mistakes as you dropped the blade to the ground with a loud clatter, circling your arms around his shoulders. you embraced him as if it’d be your last chance—it may very well be. but mydeimos had only just learned about the ugliness of the world, he could not bring himself to reciprocate.

“kill me.” your voice, whispered in his ear like a plea, had his eyes widening and stance tensing. “escape into the night, prepare for your final battle, and leave. just leave, mydeimos.”

“for how long must we endure the failure of the gods?” he asked between ragged breaths.

“until one by one, they fall—until there is a world where no one cages us between the fingertips of fate.” you pulled away, and mydeimos wanted nothing more than to pull you back into his arms—to indulge in short-lived comfort of you cradling his face as if he were just a man. “mydeimos, men are wretched things — but not you. never you.”

“what a foolish thing to say. i am the most wretched of them all.”

“not to me.”

he sucked in a breath and gripped your hand like a lifeline, “must you go, too?”

you only smiled and nodded. mydeimos carefully picked up the blade from the ground with quivering hands—if he were in the presence of his father, he would’ve belittled him for hesitating. but this was you—the reason for his lifelong regret. was it such a crime to make your death peaceful?

as if sensing his hesitation, your hands gently guided the blade and aimed it at your heart. even in such a grim moment, you still found a reason to joke. “i guess we’re even now.”

mydeimos snorted in dark amusement as blood began to pool where he was slowly pressing the blade. “the next time we meet, you better not try to kill me again.”

his voice was small, a far cry from the lion that wreaked havoc on the battlefield. “there was mydeimos, before the son of gorgo. may we meet again, in the next cycle of metamorphosis.”

you still smiled, even when you dimmed and lost life. even when the colors on your face began to fade into a dark red and when your lifeless body dropped straight into his arms, you smiled.

“may we meet again, in the next cycle of metamorphosis.”

the son of gorgo will be bathed in a crown of blood.

every man on amphoreus knew of the fate that beheld mydei’s existence. but very few actually knew that this was not all. there was a second prophecy, something more personal than claiming the title of strife.

and an assassin from a faraway land will find him in every lifetime.

you were not a ghost that haunted his every waking breath, you were his shadow. a companion in both life and death—inseparable by mortal cycles but a cruel prisoner to time and fate. mydei could not count the amount of times he had met you in his journey.

when you tried to kill him in his own home, he broke the rules and helped you survive for seven months. when your blood had been spilled on white marble floors, everyone celebrated, but not him. he escaped into the dead of night, and in the middle of an abandoned outpost for warriors, he created a small monument for you. every night, for as long as his fate would allow it, he would visit—recounting stories from the battlefield, laying down pomegranate juice and snacks, and even putting flowers he thought you would like.

the second attempt to take his life ended with you laying limp in his arms inside a cramped room where hephaestion lay on his bed. two deaths in one night— it was incomparable to the bloodshed he had seen in the battle for power, but it didn’t lessen the heavy weight that dragged his heart into the river of styx where you both waited. he wondered that night, if he had plunged your blade into his chest and traveled to thanatos’ domain, would he find the two of you there and be given the challenge? exchange his apathy for you both to drag you back to the overworld? mydei concluded he would not survive it if he were. what great punishment it was, to fall deaf to your voice.

on the third, you were no more than a civilian caught in the flames of war. he hadn’t had the chance to approach, not when you held a newborn in your arms and another man cradled you for comfort. and for the first time in his search for you, mydei's weakness had been exploited for all of amphoreus to see. somehow, in some way, he was always too late—just at arm’s length to finally catch up to you. he protected your family that day, even though deep down he knew you would die again in a matter of seconds.

the fourth was no better. you were still an assassin out to claim his head. the outcome of that reunion ended with you stabbing yourself to avoid more blood on mydei’s hands. you were angry at him in this lifetime of yours; you cursed him for always failing, and he did nothing but agree with you. that was the first time he ever saw you cry. mydei held you as you were dying. whispered promises to do better next time, and you could only bitterly laugh as you admitted to your exhaustion. you were tired of your reincarnating, but when faced with the option to forget him, you declined without a second thought.

“mydeimos? is something the matter?” your voice rang in the room like soft bells of union on an eternal afternoon. mydei only huffed in amusement, turning away from the balcony view to find you at the door. you still looked the same—hair, eyes, build, and stance, you were still you, despite all that your soul had endured just to reunite with him.

“it’s nothing to worry about,” he dismissed, sparing one last glance over okhema’s city before he approached.

you frowned in response, crossing your arms over your chest. the bracer on your forearm gleaming with its blue gem, served as a reminder that you were finally his. “don’t play dumb with me, mydeimos. we talked about this.”

“and how many times have i told you? i’m fine.” his hand rested casually on your hip, rubbing comforting circles as you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose and letting the topic go.

“lady aglaea is looking for you.”

he tilted his head in a teasing manner as a grin stretched from his lips, “oh? and here i thought you just missed me.”

you rolled your eyes and broke free from his hold, making your way to the door and looking back at him with playful eyes. “not after wreaking havoc in janusopolis. i bet lady aglaea is going to scold you for doing something so reckless.”

“how cruel of you to let your husband get scolded.”

another roll of your eyes, but mydei caught a glimpse of a bright smile on your lips. “relax, a simple scolding will not kill you.”

he huffed in amusement but nonetheless followed you to meet aglaea. onlookers stared shamelessly, but mydei did not care—he even dared to wrap a protective arm around your waist, tugging you closer to his side until you reached marmoreal palace. you sighed in amusement as he puffed up his chest like a lion when you leaned closer and indulged in his possessiveness.

“mydeimos, just to remind you,” the man in question frowned in disappointment when you broke free from his hold and pushed him in the direction of aglaea, “don’t use the word ‘husband’ willy-nilly. you’ll give someone a heart attack if you do.”

“and why shouldn’t i? don’t i deserve that title?” he asked, something akin to a pout graced his lips.

you shook your head in amusement, cradling his cheek as he nuzzled his face further into your palm like a cat. “you do deserve it, mydeimos. but not everyone should have the pleasure of hearing it.” you stood on your toes, lips brushing against his ear as you reminded him: “you’re still mine, and i’m not fond of sharing.”

mydei’s eyes widened as you pressed a quick kiss on his cheek and went your merry way back to your temporary quarters. an armored hand grazed the spot where your lips landed, and he barked out a quiet laugh.

that’s right, mydeimos belonged to you and you alone—in this lifetime or the next.

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #—stellaronhvnters.#mydei x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x you #mydei x you #( 🂡 ) – royal flush of stories .ᐟ

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i23kazu · 2 years ago

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GENSHIN MEN & THEM HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU .

characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe alhaitham kaveh x reader genre. romantic fluff kind of! also kind of suggestive, based on how you look at it an. i am losing my mind. is it obvious (part 4379543!) | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

goes out of his way to avoid you. just the quickest glance can bring a full flush to his face, a telltale sign of his infatuation with you. he begs rex lapis to make you think he doesn't hate you, no matter how many times he disappears as quick as he arrives when talking to you.

zhongli

squeezes out every last bit of mora to buy you treats, and sometimes borrows childe's money for it. the cutest keychain, or the most delicious looking sweets – whatever he thinks you'd like, he'd buy for you. sometimes his payments come in the form of IOUs.

kaeya

writes letters to you, but never sends them. each letter has a heart-wrenching essay-like message – it spans pages, trust him – dedicated to you, but kaeya never has the heart to actually send it out to your address. sticking on the stamps and pretending that he did will have to do.

diluc

lets his touch linger a little longer. a pat on the back can turn into him dusting off your shoulders, insisting that the recent fight left a splotch of mud on your tunic, when there was nothing at all. he's subtle about it, but his red-growing cheeks are a blaring signal that you notice.

childe

smiles more around you. he's a jokey man by nature, but with you? his smiles are genuine. he no longer needs to hide his troubles past a facade of happiness because with you, his happiness is genuine. it's real, and it's seeping through every pore of his body with the life you breathe into him.

alhaitham

like childe, he smiles – the stone face he usually reserves for the public is wiped away, now replaced with a gentle and soft smile that lights up his face. his demeanor changes; alhaitham is noticeably happier around you. people tell you that you change him, but you never seem to notice.

kaveh

he laughs. there's no more fake laughter to get out of situations or to please old aunties who are too involved in his life for him to be happy. he genuinely laughs at every joke you tell, or every silly gift you playfully give to him. these mourning flowers seem to perk up a little every time you're around.

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knnichs · 3 months ago

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STEM MEETS HUMSS

your teachers have planned a collaboration between the three strands for the christmas event on the 18th. you've gotten quite close with a certain top student in stem–and it seems that you have caught his attention too.

c. tighnari x gn!reader

t. strangers to friends, no romance YET, reader has a crush on tighnari, filipino school culture, cursing, innacurate depictions of senior highschool, not proofread we die like ... like .. sweats um. wc: 3.1k

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING!!! author notes at the end, as always :D

“And as for the letter delivery event,” Albedo opens a file on his laptop to present on the tv screen–the draft proposal of your class for this holiday. “How do you plan to do that?”

You doodle mindlessly on your paper, faking the scribbles made from the ballpoint pen as ‘taking notes.’ Honestly, if the senior high faculty didn’t decide on making a semester end project, you wouldn’t even have to stress about this. At least it was a collaboration between subjects so it meant there was less work to do, although you do have to worry about the different rubrics.

You sigh, quite deeply at that.

“It’s actually pretty self explanatory. They order through an online form, write a letter and choose a bundle of gifts, and we deliver it to the recipient. Whether the sender wants it to be an anonymous thing is up to them,” Navia, your section's representative, answers. The bell rings right on time, cutting Albedo off right before he was about to say something.

It was already 4:30, you’d have to commute back home so–you’ll be back by what, 5:30? Considering the rush hour too… Oh god, absolutely nothing could make you like the rush hour. The train is always packed, the buses feel like you’re sardines packed in a can–a very hot, sweaty, and humid can, and you’ll be stuck with the bass of the music just blasting in your ear every few seconds.

“Okay, before you all leave–ensure that each strand representative assigns you all a role. As for Stem, everything is already.. well, almost, set.” Albedo starts packing up his things, unplugging his laptop and taking his pen. “I still have to assign someone to lead the graphics later, but Kinich will handle the research team, please note that down.”

“Is this only for our donation drive, or for… everything?” Kinich asks, crossing his arms.

“Only for our donation drive and for the actual seminar itself before the party. Ah, well actually–you reminded me of something.” The blonde nods, gesturing for Navia and Chiori to come forward to the table. You groan, slumping down on your desk–face all squashed up on the wood. You check your watch; 4:35, when will this end? “Okay, this is the last one, I swear.” Navia smiles. “Then you can all go home, it’s quick, I promise you.”

“There are two different things we will work on: The first would be each strand’s event–like the donation drive, the delivery service, and the raffle. The second would be the seminar itself, this is the one we will all work together on.” She continues, “We agreed on having Humss and Stem lead the presentation itself. ABM will host the program, is everyone okay with that?”

“That’s it, you’re free to leave.” Chiori nods, “Turn off the lights and the AC. Thank you, everyone, and goodluck.”

This is going to be a hellish three weeks.

A part of you silently hoped that Navia would assign you to the presentation. Not only is research something you despise, it strains your eyes to stay glued to a monitor for 20 hours. Well, you’ll still technically be doing the same thing if you’re editing the presentation–but that’s besides the point. Graphics means less thinking, more doing (and going on pinterest to ‘look for inspiration’) (which is also short for doom scrolling)

Your phone flashes on, a notification snapping you out of your silent prayer. Navia had messaged your group chat accompanied with quite a long series of mentions. Yes, she tagged you almost 20 times already, and she’s still going.

4:59 PM | YOU : ??????? yes?? Navia : DO U REMEMBER THAT HALLWAY CRUSH U KEPT TALKING ABOUT

Ah yes, your infamous hallway crush. The one your friends had labelled as boy number 10 with how much you fell in love with the most random group of people. You knew three things max about him. One, he helped you fix up the classroom when you were assigned as the class cleaner along with three other people. Said three ditched you and went home early, you were lucky enough to still be there even a few minutes after because if it weren't for that–you probably would have never met this guy at all. He helped you clean up the random bits of paper on the floor, and your dumbass forgot to ask for his name. Two, a few days later you see him go inside the stem classroom. You were too shy to actually ask for his name–even if you did have a few acquaintances in their class, you’re scared that news might reach him and that he would start avoiding you. And finally…

– HUMSS, except we’re the patient

5:00 PM | Navia : IM LITERALLY ASSIGNING YOU TO THE GRAPHICS TEAM RN. HES LEADING THE PRESENTATION Mualani : girl u didnt even mention his name yet Navia : wait dont they know already ???? YOU : NO? 5:01 PM | Mualani : OH BOY. his name is tighnari btw one of the top students in stem Mualani : u hit jackpot with this or something cause like. WOW. top student thats insane Mualani : wonder how hes going to deal with your stupid ahh 😭 YOU : this is literally slander. not you speaking as if you didnt get a 5/25 on the math test earlier YOU : also, the block button looks so good rn 5:02 PM | Mualani : WHAT Mualani : DONT YOU DARE Mualani : YOU MEAN TO SAY THE TIME WE SPENT TOGETHER MEANT NOTHING TO YOU???? Navia : WAIT SHUT UP IM ADDING U TO THE GC

You shortly get added to an almost 20 person group chat titled PRESENTATION, no creativity whatsoever, you grade the originality a 2 out of 5. Only one text has been sent – and Navia was not lying when she said your hallway crush was leading the graphics team. After a bit of research (visiting his profile,) you come to realize that yeah, she was right, and you are doomed.

– HUMSS, EXCEPT WE’RE THE PATIENT

5:05 PM | Navia : trust me when i say that i got your back on this Navia : navia for best wingman when YOU : ill literally do your reviewer for the exams if u help set me up YOU : arent you close with albedo PLEASE TELL HIM TO DO SOMETHING YOU : without mentioning my name. ofc 5:06 PM | Navia : 👍 Navia : LIKE I SAID, I GOT UR BACK YOU : ILY

Two weeks have passed since the original planning for the event. Your plate has been so full you didn’t even realize there have been an additional three new projects you need to work on–and they were all due next week. Thanks to the absolutely soul crushing curriculum your school decided to follow, you are now going to school at 6 a.m, going home at 5 p.m (if you’re lucky enough,) and have even more things to worry about at home. You don’t even get to sleep until 12.

“Is this a sign to drop out?” You grumble, laying your head down on the desk.

“If you are–I am definitely joining you.” Mualani draped her jacket over your shoulders, giving you a pat on the back as a way to comfort you. “How’re things with you and guy number 10?”

Oh, right. You haven’t mustered up any courage at all to start talking with him. Everytime you get the chance to approach him, you cowardly run away internally screaming you weren’t ready for commitment just yet. You were just going to talk to him–not start a relationship immediately!

“I mean, it’s… nothing special happened. I haven’t gotten to talk to him.” Brushing off some of the hair that was on your face, you look at Mualani’s grim expression. She faked a sniffle–kneeling on the ground on some dramatic act. Reaching a hand out to the board and her left arm on her heart.

“Oh, gods! You’re going to die alone at this rate!” The girl cries out, and you cringe at her–she stands straight up again, brushing off some of the dirt that got on her skirt. “On a serious note though, when do you plan on actually trying to befriend him? This is your chance, just take it.”

“It’s not like my life depends on this situation. It’s just a crush, it’ll pass.”

“Woow–” Mualani drags off, quite sarcastically. “Look at you all grown up! Did your frontal lobe develop overnight or something?”

“Shut up!”

A blank canva screen is all you’re greeted with once you got home. Nothing has really popped in your head–no amount of doom scrolling on pinterest was able to help your… predicament. You technically volunteered for this–the presentation. You’ve thought about tugging your hair off your head out of frustration again, but you already did that earlier the first time you opened the canva file. How you wish it could just put the elements on the screen by itself already, you’re too exhausted to really deal with this.

Your phone buzzes as it lights up, a notification on the graphics team pops up on your homescreen, and you click on it to open the group chat.

– PRESENTATION

6:14 PM | Tighnari : Good evening! We will have a meeting at 6:30 PM. It’ll last around an hour or so, it’ll be a quick discussion with everyone so we can all settle on a common theme for the flow of events. Tighnari : [google meet link] Tighnari : If you cannot attend, react to this message so I can relay what happened here.

About 10 people reacted with a sobbing emoji. You debated if you even wanted to join yourself, but you eventually just set your phone back down and opened the link, waiting for it to open.

“Oh, you’re quite early.” A voice comes out of your laptop's speakers. You almost jump out of your seat, hovering your mouse to the tab of the meeting only to realize it was boy number 10 talking to you. “We’re starting in like, 10 minutes from now. Did you have a question?”

Wow, the timing. What a coincidence.

You turn your mic on, “No, I just joined so I wouldn’t be late.”

“I see.”

Mualani’s words from earlier echoed in your head. She’s right, this project is an excuse for you to get the chance to talk to him. This is bad. You can’t think of anything to continue the conversation–

“You’re the one who was left behind in the classroom, right?”

“What?”

Someone dig a hole and bury you in it now. He remembers? You remember you were close to tears that time! That might just be the most humiliating thing you’ve ever experienced and you were upset over everything that day–you were late to class because you woke up quite late, your food was already burning while you ironed your clothes, you ended up burning a part of your uniform because you didn’t get rid of the plug, you left your lunch on the table because you were in a rush–it was truly the most hectic day you’ve ever experienced.

“I mean–yeah, the cleaners thing? Thanks for… helping me out, by the way.” You replied.

He hummed, a hint of amusement in his voice. Does he find this funny?

“I can only guess that you weren’t having the best day. I just had some extra time and noticed your classmates had left you behind, it’s no problem.”

You fall silent, unsure of how to continue this.

“I forgot to ask for your name,” wait, that just sounds odd. “for the–uh, presentation. Since we’re working together, right?” you mumbled.

“Tighnari, what about you?”

“[Name].”

“I’ll keep that in mind, then. Since we’re working together.” He chuckled. It didn’t take too long until a few other people started joining the meeting.

It was already way past midnight and you were still working on the stupid presentation. It didn’t help that you felt like you were really the only one working on this–save for Navia. Mualani hasn’t touched the file at least once and only really gave criticism on the placement of the random elements. There’s really no way you can actually drink alcohol, so you choose to drown your sorrows away with yet another cup of coffee, and the damned presentation.

You go on the last blank slide with a dark blue color for the background and some random low quality star in hopes to make it the least bit interesting. You click on the text button and start typing away, wondering what setting you clicked on to mess up the arrangements and text positioning that you had already fixed. Shortly realizing it was in fact–not a setting, but another person in the presentation.

So you get a new block of text and type out: “can u like, not mess this up. im tired, thx”

The green cursor would stay still for a few seconds before disappearing and coming out with another block of text: “its ugly. im fixing it”

What a response. You glance at the top right of your screen and recognize the profile picture–Tighnari, who knew you’d be such a bitch?

You’re too tired to deal with this. It was already 3 a.m, you’ve had your fourth cup of coffee, and you’d rather jump than have to deal with any kind of attitude. You still have to get up at 6 tomorrow–no, later. You’d have a total of THREE hours of sleep! That’s a new record.

You delete all the previous text you had and start ranting on your side of the slide.

“who asked. like literally”

“well im just fixing it. unlike you, i dont want to present something like…” The text pauses, the line blinks for a few seconds and continues. “...something as creative as this, on the actual seminar”

“who do u think u are anyway??? thags quiet rude.”

“thats* and quite.* seems like you should get your rest for the day, its 3 anyway. ill take over, no worries.”

Oh, the nerve of this guy! First he comes stomping into your part of the presentation–you’ve already done everything in your style, it’ll be weird if the design somehow clashes midway the seminar just because this entitled guy decided to “fix” things.

“clearly this is MY slide. why are u here anyway”

“my name is on the left side and the data *you* are typing is my part of the research. technically, this is my slide.”

“smartass”

“thags quiet rude.”

That’s it. You’ve had enough. It’s too early to be worrying over this anyway, so you delete your past message and the whole slide entirely.

“fine then. u do it. im going to bed.”

On the other side of the screen, Tighnari smiles.

“You look like your soul just got sucked out of ‘ya.”

“Navia, please, I am way too tired for this.” You raise your hand as you bury yourself deeper into your arm. The past week of you staying up is certainly catching up to you now, and you have to deal with the consequences..

“You couldn’t even focus during comm-arts. I’m actually quite glad Mr. Zhongli is understanding–he let you sleep the whole period.” She replies, looking at Mualani.

“I am so done with this presentation thing. When will it end?” You sigh, facing your friends.

Navia only smiles softly amidst your suffering. “Don’t worry, it’s tomorrow.”

“Wait, are you being serious?”

She nods, looking at the board and reading the date out loud– “It’s the seventeenth, so, yeah. Tomorrow. Eighteen.”

“...Is something wrong?” Mualani asks, crossing her arms.

“I mean, Tighnari and I have talked for a total of two times the entire time we were doing the project.” Dragging your fingers down your face, “In one of them, I quite literally called him a smartass.”

“That’s rough,” Navia murmurs.

A voice calls for Navia and she eventually bids goodbye to the two of you. The realization just dawns on you–you’ve wasted all your chances of getting to know boy number 10–sorry, Tighnari, better. Now you’re going to go into the new year knowing that you fumbled quite badly.

“You know what they say,” Mualani pats a hand on your shoulder. “There are plenty of fish in the sea. Knowing you, you’ll jump back from this no problem.”

“Yeah, well, right now there is only one fish and he’s probably trying his best to run away from me.”

She giggles at your comment, “You’ll be okay. Don’t cry over a boy, it’s just not worth it.”

You nod, thankful for the two most supportive friends you have. Mualani, too, gets ready to leave the school already. The bell rang a few minutes ago and you decided to spend time mulling over the decisions you made that led you to your situation right now.

Sitting in the empty, cold classroom with earphones on playing a Silent Sanctuary song–how many times have you seen this kind of scene happen in those cliche love movies?

Sige na please, wag na’ng mainis, bumalik ka na sa’akin.

Come on–please, don’t be annoyed, come back to me.

Your music briefly lowers its volume as you hear a ping come from your phone. You glance at the contact–an unknown number. Who could be so entitled as to ruin your weekly “drown in your thoughts?”

Only one person, apparently.

You were shocked to realize it was indeed not a notification about your parcel being delivered (since you went online to buy something to cure your “sadness” over this technically-a-rejection,) but a message from someone.

4:31 PM | Unknown Contact : “I feel bad about what happened yesterday, I didn’t mean to give you an attitude that late at night. Do you wanna go to a cafe tomorrow, after classes?” Unknown Contact : “This is Tighnari, by the way. Save it.”

You open the chat quickly, typing a response.

4:32 PM | YOU : “Who gave you my number?” Tighnari : “Your friend did, I’ve already thanked her.” Tighnari : “So… Do you want to go? If you want to invite your friends, that's fine too.” Tighnari : “You seem like a nice person and I want to get to know you” Tighnari : “If you’ll let me.”

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chat will u believe me if i said i crammed writing this . its probably really obvious i didnt think about the plot too much ALSO there might be a part 2 to this . because i barely scratched the surface me thinks NYWAY im going to go sleep im too tired

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WELCOME!!

♡ call me snob!

♡ formerly was a side blog for interactions until @snobwaffles gets unshadowbanned

♡ blog is not spoiler free

♡ please try and keep any interactions sfw!

♡ friendly! feel free to talk to me on my main @snobwaffles

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celestiamail · 1 year ago

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you've got mail . . . !

✧ recipient/to: @snobwaffles, @ryuryuryuyurboat, @i23kazu, @mhiieee, @faesther, @kopidense, @intothegenshinworld

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🫵🍔🫳 GUESS WHO!!

A bit too obvious, but I've never been one to keeo my identity hidden for long! Anyways, just a short message to let you know: thank you so much for being a part of my genshinblr life. had it not been for astronetwrk, I don't think I would be where I am today. All of you are so supporting and silly my little gremlins that live inside my computer /JJJ

AHHH words cannot express how grateful I am for all of you! Platonically kisses your forehead stay safe and happy!

♡, celestiamail

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your-sleeparalysisdem0n · 23 days ago

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MOOTIES

MAYDAY MAYDAY, THIS IS AN EMERGENCY, I REPEAT. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. WE ARE UNDER ATTACK, WE ARE UNDER ATTACK. ALL FORCES REQUIRED. MUTUALS...ASSEMBLEEE!!!!! *~^~* *~^~* *~^~* *~^~* *~^~*

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THIS IS THE DISPATCH SQUAD TO HQ, WE ARE IN DIRE NEED OF MORE SOLDIERS. I REPEAT, MORE FORCES NEEDED. MORE FORCES NEEDED!

Anyone who is a member of the SH is automatically my friend! :D (No buts, I will kidnap you.) And even if you aren't, you're still free to dm me or just chat with me! Hope to see more faces in the fighting squad! ILY ALL OF YOU MWAH! Also if I miss one of you plz spam me in my inbox calling me a dumb idiot for forgetting you :<(More soldiers yet to come...)

Last updated: 2025-03-23

#mooties ♡#mutuals #tumblr moots #JUNE GIVES HUGS AND KISSES TO ALL OF YOU #juneedstostfu

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