Diluc, Teaching Y/n How To Drive: Okay, You're Driving And See Both Childe And Lumine On The Road. Quick,

CHAPTER 223 SPOILERS

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IM VRYING WHY MUST IT BE BER AHHSHAJZJJZ IT COULD BE MONA OR QIQI BUT WHY WHY DID YOU COME HOME IN THIA ACC AGAIN FKNX YUO

I do have a classmeet too and its pretty much boring 🙁 and actually i've been on statistika on semester 1 (will there be more tho on the next semester?)

And ya im pretty much okay(i think..) just waiting for my rapor i hope tdk anjlok nilai nya😀👍 bcs last time ranking ku turun sadly 😞

And about the materi on kls 7, i dont know much i forgot its been like a long time ago since i studied it

Bro i remember bln lalu km blg kl kelas 8 itu rada serem² gmn gt, but then i remember all my materi is alr on kls 8. So technically im an 8th hrade?☹ (but srs is grade 9 scary?..)

But anw how're u doin :D?

everyone's 8th grade experience is different, so maybe buat azel lebih baik dari apa yang aku alami back then? HAHAHA

kelas 7 emang materinya belajar apa aja? 🤔 i'm sure nanti pas kelas 8 ada materi baru though, tambahan dari materi lama (kaya statistika)

i'm doing okay! class meeting is starting soon and i'm looking forward to that and the bazaar my school will hold -- hopefully i won't spend too much money there ; kalau azel ? how are you doin my guy

[ 𝟏:𝟓𝟕 𝐀𝐌 ] — 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀

it’s cold.

that’s the first thing kisaki thinks when he wakes up, eyebrows furrowing when the bed is empty and devoid of you and your usual warmth beside him. sitting up, he groans as he stretches his muscles out, hastily climbing out to find you. he tries to convince himself not to panic.

the bathroom lights are off—he notes all your things are thankfully still there—and so are the hallway lights, and so are the living room lights, but the kitchen seems to be lit. sighing, he walks in, watching from the entrance as you sit at the table, swirling a cup of tea around in your mug glumly.

“you should be in bed,” he says dryly. you don’t even blink, staring off ahead.

“what’s it to you?” you scowl. he grits his teeth, eyes narrowing as they stare down at you. it’s scrutinizing—everything seems to be when it comes to kisaki. he’s always got something to say, and it’s grown tiring for you.

“watch it,” he warns, making you roll your eyes. staring up at him, there’s a small pool of tears at the corner of your eyes, and his anger slowly ebbs away. for the first time, he takes in how hallow your eyes seem and how disappointed you are. and he feels himself fearing your withdrawal from him—the rejection seems unbearable if it comes from you.

“you go back to bed,” you wave off. “i’ll come in a bit.” you try to hide the shakiness of your voice, but he catches it immediately. and as scrutinizing as kisaki can be, as nit-picky to every detail as he can seem, as hard to please and even harder to decipher as he is, he’s always known exactly what you needed and exactly what to do.

“won’t be able to fall asleep,” he mutters quietly, sitting beside you at the table. he snatches your mug from your hand, taking a long sip of your tea.

“tetta, seriously?” you groan. his lips curl into a smirk, the mug meeting his lips again as he finishes the contents in one large gulp. you should kill him, you think, he’s gotten away with enough anyway.

but his smile is pretty, and the messy bed hair that frames his face is prettier. it makes you smile despite yourself.

“i see you grinning, dumbass,” he says cooly. “you’re not mad.” reaching over, you take the mug from him, giving his shoulder a good shove in the process. it’s halfhearted and it wouldn’t do anything, but he leans his body to the side anyway, his theatrics giving you the satisfaction of seeing him lose his balance slightly.

“i won’t forget the things you said to me,” you whisper. the words underneath are clear. they’ve left a scar. his heart cracks a little, and he wonders if you’ve realized you have the power to batter it until it’s weak. it wouldn’t be hard—one foot out the door and kisaki’s lost all that makes him a man, but he hopes it doesn’t come to that.

“they weren’t true,” he mumbles. “nothing i said was true.” his hair falls onto his eyes, and even though you’re mad, and hurt, and incredibly tired, you find it second nature to reach forward and brush the strands out of his face.

he immediately presses his own palm to the back of your hand, holding it in place and leaning his face into it. and it’s rare to see a small bit of vulnerability from kisaki, to see him so openly hint that he wants—that he needs an ounce of affection, but you know he craves it, and he’s lost without it on most days.

so, with a sigh, you brush your thumb over his cheek, shaking your head at how soft you are for him. loving him’s not easy, but perhaps that’s why you do it. the difficult tasks are always the most rewarding ones in the end.

“tetta—”

“baby,” he corrects. a small grin etches across your lips.

“how about gumdrop?”

“don’t push it,” he purses his lips, and you laugh. and it’s beautiful, he thinks, the soft glow of your face as the dimly lit kitchen illuminates your skin. your head thrown back in your laughing fit sends waves that crash over his heart. he’s casted away from everything else for a moment, all he can focus on being you. and he’s not mad, couldn’t ever be.

“okay, fine,” you agree. the smile on your face slowly falters, but his grip on your hand doesn’t. “baby, i’m just…i can’t deal with the things you say sometimes,” you whisper. “i’m not cut out for this,” you admit.

“you don’t have to be,” he soothes. “i’m working on it. i won’t say things like that anymore,” he promises. and it’s hard to tell if it’s the truth or not, but he sounds determined. and kisaki’s never given a reason not to believe him, he’s always gone great lengths to give you what he promises. so, with a shaky sigh, you lean into his embrace, hearing the beating of his heart in his chest. it’s the same heartbeat that soothes you to sleep each night and matches the rhythm of yours. he kisses the crown of your head, and nothing has ever made him feel as whole and seen and complete as the feel of your skin against his.

“promise?” you whisper.

“yeah, whatever. i promise,” he mumbles. pulling away, you cup his cheeks, taking in the sleep that’s still laced in his eyes, smiling gently at the sight. kissing his nose, then his cheeks, then finally, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips, you stroke your fingers through his hair as he leans into your palm.

“okay,” you nod. he glances at you expectantly. “what?”

“and…?”

“and…?” you tease.

“say it,” he glares. rolling your eyes, you hug his waist, feeling his hand rub over the small of your back.

“i love you,” you murmur. and with an equally as demanding tone, you add, “say it back.”

and it’s his turn to roll his eyes as he mumbles “i love you too.”

@adrifts-home

Online friend: *doesn't show up online at the usual time* (is most likely sleeping earlier than usual)

Me: where friend??? ? ? ?? friend Gone?? Friend ok? ?? ?? ? ? must go find friend.immediately. I shall cross the ocean!!

Fuck im having a writing block

Relationship hcs for Eliza, Filla, Ms. Fortune, Parasoul, and Valentine?

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Swearing, blood mention, violence mention, slight(??) spoilers for those who dont know the girls’ lore

| Filia |

- Eddie and Venom whomst

- Legit, this is literally like what would happen if you dated Eddie and Venom except they’re from a shounen horror anime. Get used to Samson butting in whenever you and Filia we’re supposed to go on dates for just the two of you. It slowly became bearable, with Samson having to lessen his quips about everything and Filia having to be less angry to Samson. It was awkward at first, most other times frustrating, but things worked out in the end.

- She’s a high schooler, so expect majority of your dates to consist of visiting cute little cafes or diners that she spots. Most of them were for real cheap that her wallet is happy of despite her lineage and the aesthetics of the cafes were so cute that it’s a win-win. Even Samson wasn’t complaining about how the food tastes.

- Such a shy girl when she’s with her partner. Samson just loves it when his host acts so flustered towards her mate that it gives him prime opportunity to use Filia’s hair to leave teasing touches; when you two are hugging, he pinches Filia’s waist just so she can hug tighter. You might get a laugh out of it but Filia can’t help but pout at Samson for being a jerk.

- She thinks that kissing you on the areas closest to your lips are pretty daring so she makes it a mission to kiss the entirety of your face except your lips. You find this cute, but there’s nothing that Filia can stop when you’re the one who starts initiating small pecks on her lips.

| Eliza |

- This… person… is a fickle thing. She’s survived centuries of deceptions and hidden deals that having a significant other in her many different lives is a joke that she can laugh over with craft beer.

- She won’t be taking this relationship seriously as regular couples. As much as it stings, she’s already abandoned her heart a long time ago. She and Sekhmet agreed on this. Nothing and no one will ever weave their lives into theirs as intimately as they are. Maybe a bit of casual dates here and there, a bit of night stands, some drinks to go around, but never going so far as to dealing with emotions.

- So many inside jokes about Egyptian mythology, it’s lowkey getting annoying. You didn’t peg Eliza to be a myth junkie but maybe it was the influence of Sekhmet. Not a minute goes by without Eliza having to say a joke about how your blood appeases Sekhmet whenever you two go at it.

- She likes it when you watch her sing in Bastet’s Den. Eliza gets a little pump in her system and accidentally shows the excitement in her singing. It’s not noticeable by regular people but Albus and Horace notice the immediate difference.

- Eliza’s favorite thing to do with you is chill with her in her private bath in the Bath of Tefnut. With a can of beer in hand, soft music playing on the radio, with an arm wrapped around your waist… it’s the perfect evening for her. So long as there’s no disrupting little blood banks meowing or an annoying little parasite complaining, there’s nothing that can ruin this evening.

| Ms. Fortune |

- Whether you’re into it or not, she will vehemently use so many puns.

- Friend or lover, she’s always up and in your face like a regular cat. There’s not a single body part of her that isn’t touching you, be it her hands or her head resting on your lap as her body drapes over your back. You should honestly get used to her touch-starved antics.

- Loves to prank you by cutting off her limbs and pretend she accidentally amputated herself. It also doesn’t help that her blood can turn into yarn. The term ‘tangled in your own limbs’ takes on a more literal meaning as you get wrapped up in her limbs as she nibbles your neck as you sigh once more at your predicament. Honestly you don’t know who could be more clingy, her or an actual cat.

- She’s always roughing it up against Medici scum so you’re her private nurse. And in payment, it’s either you listen to her cattastic puns about you being such an angel or hugs and kisses. It’s sometimes both. You can’t really stay mad at her cracking jokes but still… someday something’s going to happen to that Lifestone inside of her.

- Dates usually go inside Little Innsmouth where Lilith is your personal waitress. Sometimes-or a lot of times-Ms. Fortune wears a little bowtie on her neck just to feel extra fancy when all that it is you two are doing is eating hot pot under a dingy ceiling lamp. It’s the thought that counts though, as you and she tell each other what transpired in your lives and what you want in the future.

| Parasoul |

- Her kingdom comes first. You and Umbrella are second.

- Don’t take it personally. Parasoul prioritizes her kingdom’s safety above all else. She would never permit another incident happen like with her mother. As much as a stubborn person as she is, it was Umbrella who had to snap sense into her sister that she has another loved one to talk to.

- I’m not saying you should abuse the fact that Parasoul is loaded… she’s doing my job for me actually. She doesn’t hesitate to let you know that she can literally buy anything for you if you just ask. She really likes to spoil if that wasn’t obvious.

- Her version of dates are training regimens in the palace. She can’t be too careful with the crimes today, so she takes up her time to train you with your weapon of choice to defend yourself. It’s like taking a weight off her shoulders when she knows that you’re capable of taking care of yourself.

- Loves to cherish the time you, her, and Umbrella share together. Even mundane ice cream dates where the Black Egrets are surveying the area for threats. Parasoul greatly enjoys dates like this because she feels as though this is close to a real family outing. She can forget about her burdens as she stares at you and Umbrella with absolute adoration.

| Valentine |

- First off: how the fuck.

- Valentine… hoo boy. This woman experienced way more pain than anyone else here (I don’t count Eliza bc this is some cold dead bitch) so for her having a significant other is so far off.

- She can’t give you normal dates. With her personal mission and her job at Lab Zero and everything, she can’t really spend time with you unless you were an assistant at Lab Zero as well. Maybe an unfortunate soul who became an experiment to a Parasite or maybe a human slave brought in by Brain Drain himself. She could only provide small talk and some pieces of moderately expensive dark chocolate as a “date”.

- Either way, she keeps her distance to everybody, especially you. The untimely demise of The Last Hope group still haunts her to this day, and nothing will ever stop her goal. She still keeps you in mind, however, as she gets you little gifts that reminds her of you. Surprisingly isn’t the type to joke about giving you an actual heart when it’s you.

- Remember when I said she keeps you in mind? She means it. Just like in her origin story, she keeps all of her comrades weapons and uses them all the time. She memorizes your fighting style and uses it to her advantage. Even if you don’t fight, she has a semblance of you strapped to her clothes, like maybe a hairpin or a brooch. Valentine keeps all things precious in her heart, and you’re one of them.

baji is pretty but gross IK that man has a million icks

i’m finna get disrespectful.

tw: milo getting in baji’s ass.

baji keisuke is one dirty ass person. first of all, i have a feeling he sniffs his boxers to rewear them.. even after a fucking fight.

second, you know when guys get mad to the point they’re swinging at the air? him. ik he’s slipped and busted his ass in the shower and tried to grab onto the water, something, cheeks clenched with a growl leaving his lips bruh

third, he picks at his toenails. sorry not sorry. he’ll sit on the edge of the bed, scrolling through whatever while his other hand is picking at his toes.

finally, his pillow smells. he doesn’t wash his pillowcase and he drools all fucking night long so now he’s sleeping on a germ infested pillow that smells like morning breath.

i love baji though that’s my bae fr

The price of love

Pairing: Childe x reader(?)

CW: violence, blood, broken bones, unhealthy relationships and mental illness

Synopsis: Childe loves it when you’re angry. There’s nothing better than being beneath you and taking it.

Note: THIS CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. THIS IS DARK CONTENT. I just like this idea. Also not proof read bc I’m too impatient to post.

The deep crack that resonated in the empty room did not phase you. In fact, it didn’t phase Childe either, despite feeling how his nose had broken under your fist. Had it not been for his left eye being swollen shut, he might have been able to see how the blood spewed from his fresh wound. How beautiful it looked while it landed on your skin and seemed to make you even angrier. The simple image had him smiling, but maybe that was simply him going a bit delirious.

“The fuck are you smiling at?” You grumbled, ceasing your attacks, much to his displeasure. Childe felt the beginning of a whine build up in his throat. He was ready to complain and ask (read: beg) you to keep going, before he felt your hands wrap around his throat. “I asked you a fucking question, Tartaglia. Are you not gonna answer?”

You knew damn well how hard it would be for him to reply when you were currently cutting his air supply, and he loved it. His smile widened while his eyes closed (well, only the right one could open and close). In a state of euphoria, Childe could barely remember the fact that you’d possibly choke him to death if he didn’t answer. To be honest, it was the last of his problems.

Because what could possibly be more heavenly than watching you put him back into his place? Than to have you look down at him with those eyes; those eyes with burning fury. Any other man wouldn’t be able to stand it. Any other man would have tried to fight back (in vain). But not Childe. He was smart enough to know this was the epitome of emotion. The climax of your love for him, and his for you. Because time and time again, you’d choose him to bear witness to the feelings you usually bottle up until they explode. Nothing in this world could ever come close to the intimacy this moment held for him.

“I love you.” It came out extremely strained. In fact, if you hadn’t been looking at his mouth when he said it, you probably wouldn’t have understood it at all. Childe’s smile was still spread on his lip, his right eye filled with mirth as he looked at you, practically begging you for more. Something twisted in your stomach; some vile version of affection for the man who would so easily cast his pride aside so that you could take your emotions out of him. And he usually took it so well, too. You almost felt proud of him. And maybe you’d have told him, had your anger not taken such a strong hold of you.

Your fist rose again and Childe’s stomach did flips when he noticed. His expression became a close-lipped smile when he braced himself for impact. This time, he swore you broke his cheekbone.

He loves you so much.