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syrupfog · 1 year ago

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Tired, tired barista Law. Works in the coffee shop at the heart of campus where the line is always out the door and the drinks are so sugary it makes him physically ill to pump the syrups. He's the shift lead though so he has to pull the longest hours and cover anyone out sick.

He's just. Tired all the time. But it's fine, he just has to keep his grades up and keep his job and get into the fellowship he's after and then it'll be smooth sailing to get onto the night shift at the hospital he wants and work his way up to day shift it's fine.

Honestly the biggest problem he deals with is the store manager, Doflamingo. Once, a year ago at this point, Law had mentioned that he would have to leave his position if he managed to get the receptionist position at the university hospital. It would've given him connections.

But apparently the mere idea that Law would be willing to leave, to no longer work under Doffy, was betrayal enough. He's been... off. Ever since. At the very least, Law knows he's never getting a raise again. He'll be lucky if he's not framed for stealing from the till.

One morning, after an especially rough clopener where Law found himself cleaning literal shit off the bathroom walls multiple times, Doffy comes in to inform him that he's going to have to stay until close because he’s declaring an emergency shift lead meeting.

Law has two midterms and a lab due within forty eight hours, but he needs the money and as much as he'd like to in this moment, he can't just walk out on the job. He nods, stiffly, and goes back to creating the worst latte art of all time.

It's for a regular. He comes in almost every day, orders lattes, and then DOESN'T DRINK THEM. He insists on the drinks that are the most annoying to make (Law's good at hearts but he's started turning them into dicks out of annoyance) and then he doesn't EVEN DRINK THEM.

He just sits in one of the plush chairs in the corner until his drink is cold and then leaves, waving at Law with a big smile on his face like they're old friends.

It's weird. Law doesn't trust it.

Of course, as Bepo says, Law doesn't trust much of anyone these days.

And as Penguin says, that's probably because he hasn't slept more than 3 hours in a night in two years.

And as Shachi says, damn. That's fucked up, dude.

Finishing the latte (the art is a dick, there's no denying it), Law pushes it across the counter to the regular.

His straw hat is pushed back, giving Law a view of his wide, wide eyes and general overexcited look.

"Thanks!" he says, taking the drink and blowing on it, instantly sloshing foam over the side.

Law rolls his eyes and goes back to the ever growing line of customers.

The day doesn't pass quickly, but it ends eventually as all things must. Law is dead on his feet, sweeping the same spot of floor with stained mocha powder for almost ten minutes before Bepo, sanitizing the espresso machines, takes pity on him.

"You should go," he says. "I can finish cleaning up. Go get some real sleep."

Law rubs at his eyes. "No, it's fine," he says. "Actually, you should go. Doffy's making me stay for a shift lead meeting so I'll be here regardless."

Bepo does not look happy with that answer.

But Law's his boss, technically. Law grits his teeth and checks another closing chore off the list.

He knows Doffy's upstairs in his office, but it does slowly dawn on him that he's seen no other shift leads coming in. There's four of them, and yet...

Odd.

All he can concentrate on at this point, is that the sooner he gets done the sooner he can go home. Home. Where his bed is, and more importantly his notes for O Chem.

He shoos Bepo off home when the only thing left to do is inventory. Moving slow, he grabs the clipboard and makes his way into the walk-in, propping the door behind him.

Scones, muffins, cheesecakes... It's dark in here, and Law realizes he's left his phone on the counter. He can't tell what's blueberry and what's chocolate chip.

He's just about to turn around and grab it when the door of the walk-in slams shut.

Law freezes.

He'd propped that door open, right? It wouldn't just close like that.

The walk-in door doesn't lock, for like. Security purposes. He goes and pushes against it, only to find resistance. Not like it's latched, but like like someone's barricaded the door.

Law grits his teeth. This isn't good.

It's cold in here, he has no phone, and Bepo's already gone. If he listens, he can hear someone's footsteps, the scraping of chairs.

It feels like overreacting to yell. To react at all.

But— he's cold. he's in his uniform, and a short sleeve polo doesn't do much when one is locked in a freezer. Is this one of the shift leads playing a prank? Kid wouldn't be organized enough to try this. Apoo might...

His chattering teeth eventually win out over his pride.

"Hello?" he yells. "I'm still in here!"

There's a beat of silence, and then slow, steady footsteps.

"I know," says a voice that is distinctly Doffy's. "And you'll keep being in there, until you learn your lesson."

"What the fuck," Law spits. "What fucking lesson?"

"I saw your papers, Trafalgar," Doffy says. "I know you're applying to that summer internship program."

Law is. He doesn't have a shot in hell of getting in, doesn't have the connections. He's still applying, though. "So what?"

"You're my best shift lead," Doffy says.

"You're my best worker altogether. It would be ridiculous to abandon me now."

Law was always going to abandon him. This is a coffee shop. He's not planning on working clopeners the rest of his life. "Let me out, Doffy," he says. His nose is icy. His hands are in his armpits.

"I'll give you a night to think on it," Doflamingo says. "Maybe you'll make better decisions in the morning."

Law knows very well that he won't survive in a freezer overnight. He's not even wearing socks inside his boots, the cold is already numbing his ankles.

"Stop!" he yells as he hears Doffy's footsteps receding. "Wait! I'll-- I'll cancel the application!"

The footsteps return. Then Doflamingo laughs. "You can't fool me like that," he says, still chuckling. "I'll give you the night to REALLY reflect on it."

His footsteps recede again and Law shudders out a breath. This is bad.

He tries the door, pushing with all his strength, until his shoulder is freezing against the metal, but it doesn't budge. He tries pacing, but it's pitch dark in here. He breathes onto his hands for warmth.

He's so cold. So cold. It's been barely any time at all and he's already feeling desperate. Did Doffy lower the temperature?

He wonders if the door is barricaded well enough that he should be worried about running out of air.

Squatting down, he tries to wrap his apron around himself, but even that is already freezing. it's wet, too, from a spill he'd been cleaning up.

Law's thoughts drift against his will to home. He thinks about all he did to escape everything. How it wont have made a difference.

How he'll be found in the morning, how the newspapers will say that he is succeeded by no kin, because everyone else has been gone for two decades.

He should've quit months ago.

The thing is, is Law is so tired. He was already tired. And now he's cold, and it's dark.

And he knows he shouldn't go to sleep, but— it seems easier. It would be so much easier than having to deal with the numbness in his hands and feet, the way his eyelashes stick to his cheeks.

But he knows he shouldn't. Knows he should be doing something.

And as a last ditch effort— he knows no one can hear him. Knows Doflamingo will laugh— as a last ditch effort he screams.

He screams until his throat hurts. Screams until he's coughing from the cold.

Wordless screams that draw the last of his strength, steal his warmth.

He falls into unconsciousness as the last of his breath is ripped from his cold lungs.

Darkness is welcoming.

He floats in it. The cold is still there, but muted now.

He had been so tired. For so long.

Suddenly, Law is pulled back to consciousness, painfully, like ripping a bandaid off of a wound.

There's light in the walk-in. He feels it on his eyelids. When he cracks open his eyes, he's hit with blinding light. Is this heaven? If it is, it's pathetic.

But with the light comes a wave of warmth, not enough to help him, but enough for him to notice.

And with the warmth comes arms, strong arms, roughly hoisting him around his middle, dragging him out and onto the blessedly warm tile floor of the back room.

"Traffy?" a voice says. "Traffy! Hey!"

Someone slaps his face.

"Fuck!" Law yells, putting a hand to his cheek. He still cant really feel anything in his fingers. The blindingly bright light is clearing enough that he can see the silhouette of someone standing over him.

GOD he hopes it's not Doflamingo.

But that voice didn't SOUND like Doffy.

"Traffy! You're alive! Do you have hypno thermia?"

"Hypothermia," Law mumbles. "Who the fuck is Traffy?"

"That's what your nametag always says!"

Law's nametag says Trafalgar. He knows it.

"How-- Where's Doflamingo?"

"That tall guy who locked you in here?"

Law's vision finally comes into focus and he startles at the sight of the regular with the straw hat. "Yeah," he says. "Him."

"I dunno, I saw him leave a while ago."

Law flexes his fingers in search of warmth

"What do you mean you saw him leave? Why are you here?" Are you a part of this? he doesn't say.

Straw Hat doesn't look at all embarrassed when he says, "I was hiding in the bathroom. You guys never check it at the end of the night."

Law gapes at him. "Why?" he asks.

"I dunno, I mean most places do and I was honestly surprised you guys don't, but--"

"Not-- you do this a lot?"

Straw Hat grins. "Yeah! My roommate kicks me out whenever he wants to have sex, which is like every night at this point. So I've been sleeping here. Chairs're comfy."

Well that's. Better than it could be, honestly.

Law tries to refocus. He probably IS hypothermic. What's he supposed to do for that? Body heat?

"You said Doffy left?" he asks.

Straw Hat nods. "Yeah! A while ago! It took me a bit to get all that stuff off of the door though. Like, he's strong! He pushed a whole refrigerator in front of it!"

Dear lord, he really had been trying to kill Law.

Shit. Doffy knows where Law lives.

Law can't go home.

"Anyway, I think you're hypno thermomic," Straw Hat says. "And you probably need, like, a hot bath."

Okay Law does know that will kill someone with hypothermia. He remembers that much. "I can't go home," he says, still trying to process. "He knows where I live."

"Oh," says Straw Hat. "You can come home with me! My roommate is a cook, he'll help."

"Your roommate kicked you out to have sex," Law points out, dazedly.

Straw Hat shrugs. "This is more important," he says, and like. Well Law can't argue with that.

He tries to sit up and his limbs listen a little, but Straw Hat steadies him anyway.

"Not that I don't appreciate the help," Law says, "But I shouldn't just impose. I can-- I'll call my coworker, my phone's around here somewhere."

"Oh," says Straw Hat. "Is that it?"

He points to a spot on the floor where Law finds his phone.

Smashed.

Into several pieces.

He does NOT have the money for a new one.

"Oh my god," he whines.

"Come on," Straw Hat says. "Let's go to my place. We can build a fire!"

"Do you have a fireplace?"

"No!"

Law still can't feel his hands or feet. "Listen," he says. "Just- why do you never drink your lattes?"

Shockingly, Straw Hat looks embarrassed at this, gaze shifting nervously. "Because," he says. "They're really gross."

"Why do you get them, then?" Law demands.

"The first time I came in, I asked what to get and you said a latte because you're good at hearts!"

Christ. Law has... no memory of that.

Straw Hat crosses his arms, looking petulant. "It's not my fault they taste gross."

Law's throat is raw and he's probably got frostbite on his penis like that prince. "I'll make you something you actually like," he says. "Next time."

Straw Hat perks up. "Next time?"

"If I live through the night," Law adds. "And. Not next time here. I'm quitting this job."

Straw Hat nods. "Good. That guy was mean, I think."

Then, without informing Law of his plan, Straw Hat turns around and pulls him onto his back.

Everything in Law hurts at this, but he also doubts he could've walked wherever they're going.

Straw Hat is shorter than him, but he's jarringly strong.

"Hey," Law says. "If you murder me, I'll kill you."

He feels Straw Hat laughing through his teeth.

The actual straw hat's brim is pushed up against Law's cheek.

"Don't worry," Straw Hat says. "I want you to make me a better drink!"

He carries Law across campus to a rickety old dorm.

Law listens to him talking about all of his friends and also his favorite bugs.

He makes sure that Straw Hat does NOT draw him a hot bath or make a fire in the dorm, but he does accept skin-to-skin warmth, which does wonders. The hot tea made by his cranky roommate also helps.

Tomorrow, he's going to have to press charges, probably. And get a new phone.

Tonight, he's sharing a bed with the weirdest guy he's ever met.

Life is sort of okay.

#lulaw #lawlu #one piece #my writing

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shotosjupiter · 2 years ago

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COLLEGE BOYZ !

featuring. albedo + xiao

𖤐 what these nerds would be like in college. [gn!reader. mentions of food.]

𖤐 xiao would major in computer science. tell me he doesn’t act like a computer science major. you can’t. he spends hours in his dorm just trying to figure out what’s wrong with his code only to find out it was the small semicolon he added by accident. (you hear his screams of rage from across halls.

𖤐 don’t get him wrong - he’s one of those computer science majors that does actually shower (he actually has this lovely floral cologne he puts on and you swear it smells like heaven itself).

𖤐 he’s a big fan of study dates, he works on his assignments and you do yours. “being alone without being lonely,” he had said with a smile.

𖤐 that is to say - he does get distracted on these dates. after each assignment he’ll turn towards you, eyes pleading for a kiss as reward for his productivity. those kisses turn into two, then three, and then… the work gets forgotten as a whole.

𖤐 a side note but his hands are so so pretty - so when he’s doing work on a computer/laptop, his hands just look so pretty. they’re nimble and they’ll hold your face oh so gently right before he kisses you.

𖤐 during finals and midterms season, he’ll make sure to take care of you to make sure you’re not overloading yourself amidst your studying. he’ll bring you things like soup, sandwiches, your favorite snacks. not only food but small self-care things such as face masks, maybe a new jacket or cardigan, new cologne, or just a puzzle for you to do together during some down-time!

𖤐 he’ll mainly be found wearing hoodies and sweats - he can’t really be bothered putting in too much effort especially when he’s running on such little sleep. on days that he does try, he goes all out. eyeliner, button down shirts and vests that compliment the physique of his body perfectly.

𖤐 as a whole, a lovely boyfriend and would treat you so so good as you go through your uni years <3

𖤐 albedo would be a chemistry major. no doubt about it, he would spend hours finishing his lab assignment to perfection (no -200% errors here!).

𖤐 he’s the type of guy to have an absolutely stacked schedule. he’s a T.A. for an intro to chem I class, he’s a tutor for the general science courses at the library, he’s taking 18 credits, he’s president of two clubs, and yet he still makes space in that hectic schedule for you.

𖤐 albedo is the type to drag you along with him to his classes when he can’t find the time to plan dates. he’ll take you with him to his 8 a.m lecture all the way to his 5 p.m discussion class. as long as he gets to spend time with you, no matter the setting, he’s a happy guy.

𖤐 often times he just stays in your apartment/dorm for days. he’ll come by after his classes and just take a nap in your very own bed. you’ll find him studying with his papers splayed all across the floor of your room.

𖤐 in the times where he’s staying in your dorm all the time he is so clingy. he’ll be fiddling with your fingers as he studies, have his body wrapped around yours while he writes out the new club activity. when he gets his moments of free time, he will shower you in so many kisses.

𖤐 the type to kiss you everywhere before kissing your lips. he kisses your cheek, your nose, your eyelids, eyebrows, and then finally, your lips.

𖤐 he dresses himself very academic like - button downs and slacks, sweater vests and loafers. he’ll carry around a leather satchel instead of a backpack. his fingers adorn a ring or two always (one of those being the promise rings you exchanged on your first year anniversary).

𖤐 if he ever sees that you are stressing yourself our for an exam or anything of the sort, he’ll go through a list of steps to calm you down. he’ll offer his supper always and try his best to help you study in the best manner while also ensuring you get breaks and allow yourself rest. he suggests walks together in times like these.

𖤐 albedo as your uni boyfriend would be one big nerd, but one big loveable nerd.

#— writings.#xiao x reader #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #alatus x reader #xiao fanfic #xiao x traveler #albedo x reader #albedo x you #albedo x y/n #albedo fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff

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bleach-your-panties · 2 years ago

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Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Suggestive🍭

You always felt there was something strange about Nishiki.

He’s a year above you, him being a junior and you a sophomore at Kamii University.

The first time you ever saw him was when the pharmacy department hosted an informational seminar for first and second-year students.

The department head wanted to encourage more students to join their department, thus recruiting Nishiki and a few other upperclassmen to give the seminar.

Your class just so happened to be chosen first.

As a biology major, you were more so focused on your dream of becoming a medical doctor more so than a pharmacist.

From your knowledge, it was mainly chemistry majors that were most likely to pursue careers as pharmacists since the profession requires adept chemical application.

Chemistry has never been your best subject and probably never will be.

—-

“So that completes the seminar. If you have any questions, you can direct them to the department chair or see one of us after class. Thank you for your time and attention.”

Nishiki announced to the class just before it was dismissed for the afternoon. He was disconnecting his laptop from the Promethean board when you strolled up to him.

His honey-golden eyes drunk in your frame from behind his glasses and he gave you a light smile.

“Have a question?”

A bit timidly, you nodded your head. “I’d like to learn more about the pharmacy program, if you have the time.”

Nishiki seemed a bit surprised - did his lackluster lecture on his chosen career actually inspire someone?

“Sure. Meet me at the library in about fifteen minutes.”

—--

On that day, you officially switched your concentration from ‘pre-medicine’ to ‘pre-pharmacy.’

Sometimes you questioned your decision, but Nishiki always made sure to reassure you that you'd made an excellent choice for your future.

When your class schedule for the semester was printed, your eyes almost bulged out your head at how many additional chemistry classes and labs had been added to your course load.

Not gonna lie, the first thought that crossed your mind was to go straight back to the registrar and have her change you back.

That was until you bumped into Nishiki on the way back to your dorm.

“You seem distraught. What's the matter?” He asked genuinely with those citrine eyes full of concern.

“Oh, Nishiki! Sorry, I was just looking over my new schedule. My fucking advisor added all these damn chem classes and I-I just don't know if I can do this.” You sighed heavily.

The wind began whipping heavily around around you both, making your hair rustle and Nishiki stepped forward to shield you with his body.

The large, orange and black scarf wrapped around his neck unraveled before you knew what was happening, its thick warmth now enveloping your own neck.

Heat radiated throughout your neck and you found yourself deeply inhaling the scent of Nishiki's cologne.

“Thank you, but…”

“It's going to be cold out today. I don't need you getting sick on me. We still have that organic midterm to study for, yeah?”

He titled his head to the side, eyes slanting into small slits as he smiled at you.

You thought he looked really cute like this.

“Oh, right, right. Your place as usual?”

“Mhmm.”

—-

The first time that Nishiki brought you over to his house, you were astonished.

He told you that he'd been living alone since his older sister passed away and that he supported himself financially using student loans and his job at Anteiku, the coffee shop that he frequently brought you lattes from.

Funnily enough, you would always see him sipping on a latte or a canned coffee but you rarely ever saw him eat anything when it was just the two of you.

You probably should have exercised more awareness since you do live in a world where humans and ghouls coexist, but never once did it cross your mind that Nishiki might be one.

—-

Tonight was another night where the temperature outside had reached to just a few degrees below freezing.

You'd been with Nishiki all afternoon after classes let out. To study for your next chemistry exam.

Since it was so cold outside and likely to snow, Nishiki asked if you'd like to stay the night and he'd drive you back to campus in the morning.

You agreed, of course.

The fire crackled beside you as you huddled inside a large, thick red blanket. Nishiki was in the kitchen making you both a steaming cup of coffee.

He was taking quite a long time, so you decided to check up on him and see if he needed any help.

“Hey Nish, I-”

Your mouth dropped open at the sight before you.

Nishiki's slender frame was bent over the open refrigerator. The pale orange light from the door made a 45° arc across the linoleum kitchen floor.

“Hmm, something wrong, Y/N?”

He drawled lazily, lifting his head out of the fridge and turning towards you, a cocky grin on his bloody lips.

Red irises with black sclera.

“Y-you're a…”

Your voice wavered in fear, making Nishiki tilt his head to the side in that same way that you always found so adorable…

…But right now he looked nothing less than sinister.

Before you realized it, you were running. You knew that it would be fruitless - he's a ghoul, no doubt he'll catch up to you in an instant.

It took him literally no effort to grab you around the waist and pull your back into his chest, making your bottom collide with his pelvic region.

Is he…is he hard from seeing you cower in fear of him?

“Shh, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you.” Nishiki whispered right beside your ear.

In your haste, the collar of your sweater had slipped down, revealing your warm s/c flesh to his hungry eyes.

He poked his nose into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, taking a large whiff and then sighing loudly in pleasure.

“You always smell so damn good.”

“Please, Nishiki…just let me go. I won't tell anyone that I know…”

“So what if you did tell?” He barked out a sarcastic laugh. “Doesn't make me any difference, Y/N."

Without even a grunt, Nishiki scooped you up bridal style and brought you back out to the living room.

He laid you back gently on the blanket and situated himself between your legs.

“Oh? What's the matter, you look a little needy, Y/N?” He regarded you with excruciating detail - examining every inch of your beautiful face.

Your bottom lip quivered just slightly as you felt your panties moisten from the position that you were in - Nishiki staring you down with his kakugan, knees spreading your thighs open for him, and that heavenly scent of cologne on him.

You want him.

“You like that shit, huh? Like my eyes? Or is it the fact that I can easily overpower you and have you trembling underneath me like you are right now?”

He was hovering over you now, face inches from yours as all you could see was red, literally.

A tongue licked up your neck.

“Don't worry; like I said, you don't have to worry about me eating you. At least…not in that way.”

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lintroller777 · 1 year ago

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EOD Sunday April 7, 2024. 11:24 pm.

First I wanna say thank you to my mutuals that are tagging me in fun repost things (idk what else to call them lol) !! I'm sorry that I haven't participating in them, I'm super busy and the only time I'm really on here is when I wind down and make an EOD post </3

This weekend was so packed, I feel like I haven't been on in so long (its been 2 days ☠).

Today I ⋆｡°✩⋆ ˚｡

went to church

worked

drove back to campus

finished chem hw

finished chem quiz

finished chem prelab, worked on post lab

Forest 🌱‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ 1h 53min

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Song ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ HOT TO GO!- Chappell Roan

Moment *♡∞:｡.｡LEAVING work

Food ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ pasta with meat sauce and mushrooms

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The solar eclipse passes through my area (like 3/4 ish) tomorrow which would be super cool to see if I didn't have chem lab during it... not to mention that the weather is predicting clouds and rain during that time too sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 😭

Hoping I don't slack this week, I'm slowly understanding calc more and this is my last week where I won't have an exam (for any class). So literally for the next 4 weeks (after this one) I have to take the last midterms for my stem classes immediately followed by finals for all my classes AAAAAAAAAAAGHGHHGAHAGD JGSGJDHJSGSG

#study blog #study motivation #studyblr #studyspo #college #student #study #biology #stemblr

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yasminealameddine · 1 year ago

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• Daily Post - Thursday April 25 •

Taylor Swift song quote of the day: "'Cause for every lie I tell them They tell me three" - "I Did Something Bad"

Rating: 6/10

Sleep: 5 hours and 10 minutes. woke up rly anxious and the amount of work that i have for next week rly hit me (idk how i am going to survive 3 back-to-back midterms)

Food:

breakfast: none

lunch: Rubio's chicken, avocado, and mango salad

dinner: avocado and cucumber sushi roll and ramen

Daily Agenda:

woke up extremely sleep deprived and anxious but we must move on with the day :/

attended lecture for CHINA 50

met up with a friend for lunch

worked on kerk for a little before meeting up with my lab partner to go over our post-lab

attended a 3 hour CHEM 14BL lab (it was stressful and i almost did not finish in time)

grabbed dinner with a friend before meeting up with some more friends in the late evening

[Time Stamp: April 25th, 6:31pm]

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doyeons · 2 years ago

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i made it

only one more class but im withering away as we speak.. will i make it…..

#i realized midway thru lab i left my phone in the bathroom???? BFJDSHF #i had to go to the lost and found like um 🧍‍♀️ was there a phone left next to the soap dispenser #also next week i just realized i have to take a midterm after my labs????#how fucked up is it tht on my double lab day they decided tht was also midterm day #it’s literally. bio lab. chem lecture. chem lab. chem midterm #i don’t even like chem 😭😭😭😭😭#srry if i complain a lot abt it next week but i’ll be on campus for over 12hrs

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starconchs · 2 years ago

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do you have any cringe/funny experiences with a professor that you are okay with sharing

oh my god yeah but i should warn that they're funny to me now but in the moment they were awful omg tw for mental + physical health

one time i told one of my p chem profs that i was struggling mentally and she called me into her office to ask if she needed to report me and put me on 5150 (which is like sewer slide watch) and i started laughing and we had to talk the whole afternoon about how i was just overwhelmed by work + school and not a danger to myself and when my lab partners were unhelpful she would yell at them to help me AHAHAHA

another time i failed a midterm bc i was in the emergency room and even though i had the documentation my prof wouldn't let me make it up and when i had that same professor for a different course (same time as the p chem prof mentioned above) i told him about how i was struggling w my mental health he told me to take all the time i needed and not worry about coming into class and i couldn't stop myself from reminding him about the midterm and blurting out "oh so fuck my physical health huh?" and he apologized 😭😭

oh god one time i sprained my ankle and i was on crutches and i couldn't wear sneakers so i was like how tf do i go to lab bc we need to wear close-toed shoes and so my prof didn't know and he didn't see my crutches so i got yelled at but when he found out he felt so bad and spent ten minutes tying plastic bags around my crocs 💀��

#☼.asks!#☆.lilith #i have so many more #but i don't wanna keep yapping

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teriwrites · 3 months ago

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Castle on the Hill: Chp. 16-19

My Live Reactions to Reading Through My 2019 Novel

Josef is probably the most avoidant character in regards to looking back over German history out of the main cast

So ofc he gets to accidentally sign up for a course that pretty explicitly discusses the political history of the country 😇

Josef icily passing Georg without acknowledging him for skipping multiple secret society meetings, and Georg's so wrapped up in having failed his midterm that he doesn't even notice lol

Classic case of coursework that ties in directly with what Josef is dreading the most

'The Nazi Party had been outlawed. The Nuremberg Trials had reprimanded the heads of the movement. Even a whiff of the stuff got people hauled downtown to talk to the Polizei. Why did they need to keep bringing the topic back to the forefront?' (don't worry, this mentality Is addressed going forwards)

By which I mean he almost immediately runs into Peter, who Loves the project Josef has just been assigned

"Why is that our job [to fix things]?" Josef demanded. "I had nothing to do with what happened. I wasn't even born until 1943! The war ended before I even learned how to talk, much less persecute anyone. Let those who committed the acts fix it." Peter shook his head. "Most of them just want to forget it ever happened." "Maybe we should," Josef mused.' (Oh my little problematic fave, you'll learn)

Peter is Not happy with him for that, but he knows enough about Josef to know that, given the dude's state rn, it's better to drop it and pivot and talk it through later

Oooo Hans is going to his Chem professor's office hour

My internal stereotyping of all chem professors being the most chaotic people alive is showing lol the guy's known for making (controlled) explosions in lab for fun to startle his students

Hans struggling with stoichiometry vs. that being the one part of Chemistry I actually enjoyed, I'm so good at writing outside of my own experiences guys

Oh shit Prof. Abend knew his dad

(Hans knows like nothing about his dad bc his mom always just starts crying when he's brought up)

Everything the man says goes against what little Hans actually knows, but he's like 'welp, memories sure are weird!' and moves on

Except he can't actually focus on Josef's ranting or pay attention to his studying and doesn't want to go back to his flat where he knows he'll inevitably fixate

Totally casual! Everything's fine!

'It's not a date, Klaus reminded himself for the hundredth-or-so time that morning.' he's forgotten how to hang out with people

He's changing between outfits and winds up being a little late

Klaus, you're German, that's illegal

R.I.P., the monkey statue I referenced by the walking bridge wasn't actually there in the 60s, the O.G. was destroyed in like the 17th century and the newer version wasn't set up until the 70s

Klaus prepping to show off the castle... like bud I LOVE the heidelberg castle... but you do in fact live in Germany... castles aren't exactly in short supply lol

It's fine, at least he can show off the biggest wine barrel in the world

Careful now, Klaus, suggesting lunch could veer towards 'date' territory

'This isn't a date, Klaus reminded himself silently as they stepped into the restaurant.' i'm side-eyeing him. proceed with caution

So far, Klaus seems to actually be keeping this in mind. The restaurant's staff that knows him, however,,,

Poor Ingrid

It's fine, they were both adults about the awkwardness

Man, Klaus has like a proper Crush on this girl, and she is very openly like 'yeah, we can hang out again, idc, it's not like it's a date'

Lol as she should, Klaus needs the rejection

And we end the set of chapters where we began: Josef is now giving his presentation on the history/political science project

Goodness, the boy is gonna have a panic attack trying to discuss the rise of National Socialism

His professor assumed he had stage fright and has a fear of public speaking and offered to help him find resources aww

Whoa wait getting some real deja vu from the following scene of Georg having office hours with his professor

We will, in fact, be seeing almost this exact scene again lol

"Hello, Dr. [S]," Georg began, "you wish to see me about my exam?" Dr. [S] was too old to bother speaking any way but plainly. "Yes, I had half a mind to contact the board over whether we might see you dismissed." (DAMN prof, that's Cold)

I'm usually all for crying when you need to, but actually Georg, probably hold off for now

This is the most brutal come-to-Jesus discussion I've ever seen, but the man has something of a point: "There is no harm in not having passion for the subject. But do not lie to me and even more so, do not lie to yourself when you are asked if you truly want to pursue this."

It's okay guys, he managed to hold off crying until he got home

Ending Thoughts:

And the lads continue to go through it. And I continue to chuckle to myself about it.

#teriwrites down memory lane #my wips #my writing

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nightshadesmusings · 2 years ago

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In The Fume Hood

Word Count: 1553

“Sorry, I can’t make it to Club tonight, I’ve got chem lab and piles of homework. I have so many midterms coming up.”

“Yeah, I know, again! It feels like I was doing this last week. I was doing this last week! Aghh, the curse of being a STEM major!” I hang up, sighing.

I look in the mirror, seeing the bags under my eyes. I think I got three hours of sleep last night. I haphazardly run a brush through my unruly hair, getting it out of the way just enough to put a hair tie around it.

“Gotta love zero-credit labs.”

“Werk,” says my roommate, a chemistry major who can empathize with my suffering. She was up as late as I was, both of us crying in solidarity over our assignments. By this point, we’re both caffeine zombies, trying to get everything done in the desperate hope that we can get a break. Or at the very least, a good night’s sleep.

I scarf down a granola bar and head to the science building for my chem lab, stopping at the campus coffee shop to get a cold brew.

I throw the empty plastic cup into the trash as I walk into the science building. The caffeine is kicking in, I think I’m alive right now. Then again, with the amount of sleep I’ve been getting, I could be hallucinating. Or the caffeine stopped my heart and this is just what hell looks like. If I am dead and in hell, I’ll leave a review on Yelp: “Zero stars, Dante was wrong. Too many exams, not enough fire and brimstone.”

I continue to walk on autopilot, trudging through hallways lined with research posters and the game of Pin the Element on the Periodic Table. I make it to the bulletin board covered in club and study abroad posters, the one with the orange sign held on the top with an unnecessary amount of staples, at least fifteen of them. It reads, “No staples on bulletin boards. Only push pins.” I take a left, ducking into the chemistry lab two doors down, feeling the rush of cold air on my face. They always keep it freezing in here. Perhaps this is a Dante-accurate version of hell after all.

That’s odd. The door is unlocked, but the lab’s empty. They don’t usually trust us in here without a professor, or worse, a TA. I make for the door, but it’s locked. There’s no way to unlock it from inside, either. Something’s up, it was clearly open when I walked in. I set my backpack in one of the side cubbies.

Whirrrrrrrrrrr…

The fume hoods seem oddly loud today. Maybe someone cranked them up, or something? We’re not supposed to be working with anything overly dangerous today. It should just be another round of titrations, standing at a lab table slowly dripping hydroxide into acid, hoping that the phenolphthalein will be in my favor and not turn violently pink after one drop.

Man, I hate phenolphthalein.

WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…

Okay, that’s gotten louder. I’m going to assume the caffeine and lack of sleep are messing with my brain because there is no way a fume hood can be that loud. I really need to get my midterms over with so that I can sleep.

Curiosity gets the better of me. I walk over to the large fume hood. It’s empty. Why would anyone turn it on for this? I notice that its sliding glass door is slightly open. I move to close it.

WHIRRRRRR… WHOOOSHHHH…

Yup. That’s it. The caffeine stopped my heart and I’m in hell, grappling with a possessed fume hood. Who knew demons liked chemistry labs? This door refuses to close. I try to slide it open. It moves easily, opening completely.

WHOOOOOOSHHH… WHIRRRRR!

Barnacles. The door’s not closing again. My ponytail gets sucked into the hood. I try to brace myself against the wall, but this thing, this goddamn possessed hoover vacuum of a fume hood refuses to allow its sleep-deprived, overcaffeinated sacrifice to escape. And then I feel my feet leave the ground. The last thing I see before everything goes black is the hood’s door closing. Then there is just the roar of the wind.

WHOOOOOOSHHHHHHSHSHSHHSHHHH…

And now I’m falling.

Falling.

Still falling.

Darwin’s loathing of barnacles, how did I even get this high up?

“Oof!” I land hard on the ground, but not hard enough to get seriously injured. I lay here for a moment, winded.

It’s soft. My cheek is pressed up against the earth and I smell its warm scent. It smells alive. Slowly, I open my eyes. From my perspective, lying on the ground, the prairie grasses form a thick forest of stalks. I’m in a clump of goldenrod, many square feet dominated by its deep green stems and leaves, topped with golden-yellow groupings of flowers.

It’s probably a clonal organism. One root system sending up more and more shoots. Every plant genetically identical.

I feel a hard lump underneath me. I roll over to see a crushed goldenrod stalk with a thick gall halfway up its stem. There’s probably a gall fly larva inside. The fly lays an egg in the stem and stimulates the plant cells to rapidly divide, creating a ball of tissue to feed the larva. A tiny ant trundles over my hand as I lay here. Perhaps a nanitic, hatched from a new queen’s first brood and bravely venturing out into the world to find food for its starving mother.

I roll onto my back. Purple asters grow amongst the yellow goldenrod in greater abundance. The two colors are complementary, the contrast must look orgasmic to the pollinators that live here. Speaking of pollinators, there’s a bumblebee, its fuzzy, adorably chunky body maneuvering around the asters. It has a big black abdomen, which makes it a common eastern bumble bee.

I slowly start to sit up. I’m in a grassland so vast that it seems to go on forever. As I pull myself to my feet, I watch a dragonfly zoom by at high speed, making course corrections blindingly quickly. I watch in fascination as it chases a smaller insect, effectively predicting where its prey will go to plot its course. This skill is a sign of the dragonfly’s vast intelligence, its ability to handle such a complex cognitive task instinctively.

I hear the constant sound of the cicadas as I watch the grasshoppers launch themselves to hundreds of times their height. In the distance, a herd of bison grazes. Their saliva stimulates the plants that they graze on to grow more vigorously, the same way picking sweet grass helps it to thrive, so long as you only take half. Soon the huge mammals will move on to other pastures, allowing the grass to grow again.

I brush past the purplish spikes atop a big bluestem plant. I can hear the cicadas and the grass as it ebbs and flows, rustling in the wind. I see the dragonflies skimming across the grass. I see a falcon overhead, making its minute adjustments as it rides the wind. I feel the grass moving around me, brushing against me. I hear a few toads croaking; there’s likely a marshy spot nearby. I hear a rustle near my foot and I look down to see a garter snake slither past. Quickly but gently, I wrap my hands around it, picking the snake up. I admire the yellow stripe that runs down its back. All of this, alive under the blue sky, windswept clouds rolling across it.

And I hear it. I can hear the music. The great song of everything around me. It’s alive. Everything is alive. I gently let the snake go, falling to my knees. This whole time, I’ve been going through the motions, struggling as I sit at my desk, laughing at my pain to avoid confronting it. I cannot hear the music in a classroom. I cannot read the music from a piece of compressed dead tree in a book. In trying to find the music, I gave up the thing inside of me that allowed me to hear it.

So I allow myself to sit on the ground and cry as I come to the epiphany that I lost the thing that gave me life. I feel the tears running down my face as I hear the music weave through my soul again. I welcome it in its familiarity and its novelty; in its ever-changing symphony that sings the song of existence.

I realize that I finally have an answer to the simple question that has haunted me for so long, “So, why do you want to be a botanist?”

I want to be a botanist because I hear the songs of things that are alive, and I want to understand them. I want to be a botanist because their music brings me to life. I can take the pictures in my thoughts and expand them, inking in new details with every discovery.

By Chuck Darwin’s most hated barnacle, I feel alive again.

Perhaps the fume hood isn’t a demon. Perhaps it reminds us of what we lose when we stop listening to the music.

I suppose we all find ourselves in the fume hood.

#writing #creative writing #nanowrimo #nano 2023 #mental health #finding yourself #life #botany #science #short story

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spesphire · 2 years ago

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( tragedy)

It was nothing more than a dream.

But something felt so vividly real, it was hard to forget. Him holding me oh so tightly and saying, “you sure you want this? There is no turning back. Promise me you want this and you want me. Promise me you won’t let go and love me through my worse.” I didn’t let him go. I kept holding him tightly without any regrets. And then we kissed. I woke up to my bittersweet dream. In a dream where we were having conversations about stuff. Me knowing I fell for him first, but he fell harder. Oh wow, such a quirky drama that dream was. I woke up with a nauseating feeling. My roommate was awake the whole night studying. I feel fell asleep because I felt tired and, well, suicidal. SHE DIDN’T SLEEP THE WHOLE NIGHT AND I DIDN’T STUDY THAT WELL! My food had gone bad. Which I was technically saving up till December. I got seemingly bad grades in math test. Nothing is going in my way, so how the freak am I supposed to calm down and study. It’s a war in my head. It’s all too much for me. I failed my bio test and I told my parents for the third time I want to kill myself. I’m a God Awful daughter. Oh, yeah, I have the busiest lab of the semester today and a chem midterm tomorrow. Don’t know how that’ll go.

Oh yeah, the labs. Where they expect me to know everything and where this bitch owing my name ends up putting me in disadvantages.

Oh life, my life.

Everything would be so much better if I killed myself. No money for my parents to spend, no uncertain future, no crying till you feel numb enough to fall asleep, no midterms, no being a disappointment and oh my what life.

I feel sick. Like my heart's about to burst out if I don’t do something with it. No one to heal me. Well, even if they do heal me, it just doesn’t do anything. Sometimes it’s best to lie about my miserable state. Lie that I’m fine and I can do this. A lie that I tell myself and my family pretty often. It hurts. Everything hurts. Like how having a crush hurts. Hurts to know that no one, including that silly crush, will ever love me like that.

Hurts to be all alone, even though my favorite people say you aren’t alone.

Well, I was born alone and most probably die alone. I want to ask for help, but I can’t. Even when I get the help, it ends up being a blob of nothing.

Sorry for this rant. Thought I was going to write a fictional book based on my dream but look what it leads to.

My roommate is like 5 years younger than me and achieving more than me.

I mean, I wouldn’t feel bad about it, but it’s my mother who makes sure I don’t feel great about it. Something about success means so much to her. To the point, I see ‘successes’ as a successful elder sister my mom loves the most. And I’m abandoned and constantly compared with her.

My mother is a whole different character to study. Sometimes I see her as the good witch. Even if she’s good, she is still a witch. Manipulation, base-minded, offensive, abused, unhappy for the good days ‘cause there’s no point of it and lastly psychotic in nature (sometimes).

Maybe that’s just every mother.

Or maybe, just perhaps, it’s only my mother.

The pages of feels is about to end. I must go back to my studying. My excuses are too much, but they are still invalid somehow.

Saying that everyone feels the same. It’s really normal.

I remember how bluntly the student advisor told me to drop my course that day. How bluntly she said, “it’s all over for you, try again next time.” Well, she didn’t say these exact words, but that was the summary of it. Huh, guess that’s what happens when you pressure the girl to become what she doesn’t want to become. A microbiologist. In my dreams, possibly.

The thing is, I don’t hate studying. I freaking love studying and doing homework. But the exams and evaluation is where I fuck up. Very badly, actually. I’m a girl who doesn’t want to taste defeat but gets defeated every time.

It’s just the beginning, and I’m really not sure how can I go on.

Along with my thoughts to end it all is scary enough.

Hey.

I just want to live with a peaceful mind. I just want to function and do my studies like a normal freaking person. Making my parents proud seems good enough.

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talyara · 4 years ago

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fuck it, who needs to "pass classes" or "get an education" if you can just use up all your mental capacity for the month on helping your friend make his student film so he owes you and you don't have to pay for your own drinks for the next year (at least!)✌️😎✌️

#so far on this production I've been the:#storyboard artist #1st AD #script consultant #prop department #producer #(for that one week when the actual producer just straight up went on vacation and ghosted everyone 2 weeks before we start shooting)#probably other stuff too but I have zero experience with any of this so who knows #the thing is #I'm actually enjoying it?#like #don't get me wrong #I wanna strangle the director and the DP half the time #but it's fun #but also exhausting #anyway we start shooting this weekend and we have to shoot most of it at night cause the director hates himself and all his friends #and I have a double midterm on Thursday that covers the stuff we had at the beginning of the year in a class I haven't been following #also I've had way too much coffee and it's amplifying the anxiety #and now I gotta go to class in a chem lab #wish me luck ✌️🙃✌️#the disaster speaks #tag rambles

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sheltie26 · 7 years ago

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My Chemistry lab professor, after talking about wood alcohol: and now we have... something you are all too familiar with (pulls up slide on ethanol)! This too is a poison so please don't consume in excess.

#chemistry lab #midterms #if fictional characters can survive going to actual hell i can survive chem lab #can i though

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izekoi · 3 years ago

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In honor of your new blog I am here with a request 👀

I just can't stop thinking about the delinquent x model student dynamic (hs or college AU lol) and I wonder if you have any thoughts on how that would play out w Childe? Maybe reader gets paired w him during bio or chem lab and the reader's like "damn it why him" lmao

If you're feeling inspired I'd love to get a scenario but if you'd rather do hcs then may I ask for Itto and maybe Kaeya to be added to the mix? Feel free to add others if you'd like as well :D thank you in advance!!

I Hate It Here

Feat. Delinquent student! Childe x Model student! Reader (Romantic/Platonic, you choose)

a/n: And childe continues haunting me. I used Ajax since it’s Childe’s real name I hope it isn’t too confusing. I had a biology assignment to create a miniature(?) structure of a virus in 10/11th grade. That was the only biology assignment I remember so I’m using that lol.

Why do we live just to suffer?

You could only watch in horror as the teacher reveals the group for your biology mid term assignments. You felt as if all your will to live suddenly had just flown out of your body.

Childe looks like he’s enjoying himself though. Maybe it’s because he’s getting a guaranteed A or maybe because this gives him the chance to mess with you. Who knows?

Childe, Ajax, Tartaglia whatever his name was. He was your —and every other proper students’— worst nightmare. Hell, it would be better if he’d shut up and do nothing but he has a reputation of messing up group works. And to be paired with him for your midterms, your grades were surely going down the rabbit hole.

He’s quick to move to your side when the teacher instructs for you to sit with your partners. Seemingly way too eager than he usually is for school. It was even a miracle he didn’t skip class that day, as if he knew this was going to happen.

Childe puts his arm on the table, hand supporting his chin as he leans forward, facing your unamused face “So, what are we doing, partner?”. You swear you want to punch that chuckle off his face.

You sighed, attempting to ignore him while taking further notes of the teacher’s instructions. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, just don’t mess things up.” You tried to sound as docile as possible, not wanting to fight on your first day of group assignment.

“Don’t be like that, we’re partners aren’t we?” He has the audacity to pout like an abandoned puppy you’d find on the street. “I really wouldn’t like having to tell the teacher you can’t work with me.” He added, as if to purposely taunt you.

If looks could kill your notebook would be covered in daggers at this point. “Fine. We are meeting at 4.” You wrote your address down in a small piece of paper before handing it to him. Stopping your conversation at that you pick up your own notes after, implying you didn’t want to talk to him any further.

“Are we gonna fight?” He laughed as if that was the most obvious thing to ask and you had to surpass the urge to —once again— punch him.

“Just bring some cardboards and glue.” You sighed, taking a deep breath as to not let your emotions win and brushed off his laughter.

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“(Y/n)~” That was the 5th time Childe —or Ajax— had called your name for the past hour. You were trying to concentrate on creating the structure in front of you, trying not to let him anger you or else you might accidentally smash everything into pieces.

You were surprised when he actually showed up in front of your house on time, with a few lunch boxes he said he cooked himself. You weren’t expecting him to show up at all, and cooking is certainly not something you expect a delinquent like him to be good at. That gave you a tiny hope that maybe he’s willing to help you on the project.

Well, you thought wrong as the only thing he has been doing for the past 2 hours was testing your patience.

“Yes, Ajax.” You finally answer through gritted teeth, spelling his real name slowly as if to threaten him. This man was, like his nickname, a child.

“Take a small break, will you? It’s been 2 hours” he sighed, leaning back on the sofa as he ate the dessert —your favorite— he had brought earlier. He —tried to— looked tired as if he was the one who had been doing the work for the past hour.

“We only have a week to do this, and it’s a one man team.” You roll your eyes as the last sentence escapes your lips. Your hands were busy trying to cut out the cardboards scattered on the floor.

“It’s still a week away. Besides, I didn’t purposely group up with you to watch you do boring work.” Childe chuckled, seemingly to enjoy looking at you struggling to cut the material.

“You didn’t what—“

“Whoops~” He shoves a spoonful of cake into your mouth cutting you mid sentence.

“Ajax..” you glared at him, trying to slip his name out through the mouthful of cake.

He laughed, he couldn’t help it. Your attempt to glare and puffed out cheeks didn’t made you look way harmless than you usually are. Ha was having way too much fun ‘working’ with you, “You look like a chipmunk.”

“Ouch—“ you hit his arm with a piece of cardboard attempting to hold your angry expression. As annoying as he was it was difficult to be angry when he had just fed you your favorite cake.

“Fine, fine! I’ll help.” He’s still laughing as if the cardboard attacks didn’t hurt him at all.

You squinted your eyes, doubting him. “We’ll see about that.” You threw him the pieces you had marked, gesturing for him to cut them, “They better be done in an hour” You mumble, sitting back next to him to work on the next pieces, “or I’ll use them to hit you again.”

“Pfftt— not like they hurt.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

It was half past seven when you finished your work for the day. Surprisingly, Childe had done his job. The cuts were a little rough around the edges but it’s doable.

“Wow, this is.. surprisingly decent.” You said, examining the pieces he had done.

“What did I tell you?” He replied, seemingly smug to have received a compliment from you.

“Don’t get cocky, it’s still not done …but I guess we can relax for the day. I’ll heat up the stuffs you brought in the microwave.” You got up, attempting to make your way towards the kitchen alone, but of course, as expected, you have a grown man tailing behind you.

“I’ll help.” He grinned, not waiting for your agreement before dashing out to the kitchen.

You sighed for the tenth time that day as you follow him. The corner of your eyes caught the figure excitedly jumping off your stairs, you smile, maybe his antics were a little amusing, and maybe, spending time with him wouldn’t be too bad.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe #tartaglia #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios

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