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"May I Have This Dance?"

[📃] Fate is cruel, and despite your efforts, it seems that you can’t ever shake off the burden of your title off your shoulders. 

[🖇️] Diluc

[🖋️] angst, hurt/no comfort;; long fic

[1] I might do a different ending of sorts, but that would depend on how kind my schedule is to me :’)

[📀] Now playing: Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift

Your title as the princess has responsibilities. And for this, your responsibility was to marry a man you never met. The prince of a nearby kingdom, who yours had made an alliance with. To seal the alliance, you were told to be married— and for this, you could not refuse. And today is the last ball, the last day before you leave. 

After receiving countless congratulations from nobles who couldn’t see past your polite smiles and excusing yourself from many invitations to dance, you found yourself in a quiet corner of the ballroom. 

A figure approaches you, and they bow as the orchestra begins a new song, a simple waltz. “May I have this dance, your highness?“ 

DILUC 

"... Diluc?" You whisper, eyes wide in surprise. 

He shouldn't be here. You think. 

He shouldn't be here, in a ball that seals your fate to marry someone who isn't him.

He smiles. It's a small one, but you could see the way his eyes crinkled in an attempt to hide the sadness in them. 

"Your highness." He bows, reaching an inviting hand. "May I have this dance?" He repeats. 

You inhale, heart pounding in your chest as you contemplate taking his hand— then you nod, putting your hand over his.

His hand gently wraps around yours as he guides you to the dance floor. Placing a hand on your waist, he looks deep into your eyes as you sway along with the violin.

He may look indifferent, with a firm line on his lips and the hard look on his face… but you know better. His eyes give him away. 

Underneath the cold exterior, you can see the pain and sadness in his crimson eyes. 

“...Why did you come?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“I was invited.” He simply replied, moving back to let you twirl. 

“Yes, but…” 

“It was my decision.” The duke tells you as you face him again. “I wanted to see you…" He subtly swallows, his voice lowering into a tone of gentleness and hidden sadness . "...before you leave."

You bite your lip at his confession. eyes staring up at him.

“Is that so?"

He nods. "It would be rude of me to not see my friend off… is it not?"

You let out a humorless chuckle, a small mocking smile on your lips. Friend. As if that is what you two are– or were. "Yes, it would be."

You look away when you see his brows furrow at you. "Your highness…" His tone is soft— gentle. He knows the internal turmoil you are going through, yet he could not do a thing to help ease it. 

You won't let him. “That’s all we are going to be, isn’t it, my lord? Just friends. Like how you wanted it to be.” 

His chest constricts at the steel in your voice, mouth dry as he tries to say something.. “I…” 

“Don’t. We both know that this won’t end well.” Your eyes harden and you look away from him. “You don’t have to say anything, ‘luc.”

There are the words at the back of his throat– at the tip of his tongue, yet he could not say it. He swallows at your clipped words, and moves to open his mouth. Before he could even speak, however, the song ends and you quickly pull away.

You curtsy, and you step back away from him. The look on his face is indifferent- but you see the way his hands twitch at his side as he tries to not reach out for you. 

“Thank you for this dance, your grace.” Tell me to stay. The words tug at your throat, but you swallow them back, straightening you back as you force a smile. 

“It is my pleasure, your highness.” Please stay. 

You turn away, shutting your eyes for a brief moment, staying in place. 

One word. One word from him and you would do anything in your power to dissolve the engagement. 

It was always like this. 

You, waiting for him to reach out, waiting for even a single word that would confirm that everything  you had wasn't fake. 

And him, always hesitating, always pausing to think, and always keeping his hands at his side, his words in the back of his throat and the memories of you and him in his mind. 

You sigh, open your eyes and you disappear through the crowd of nobles congratulating you on your engagement… leaving Diluc on his own, staring at your figure longingly, fighting the urge to call you back.

Back into his arms so he could say all the things he wanted to say. 

So many words left unsaid— so many things he wants to admit, to confess, yet as he watches you so far away from him…

Diluc could only shut his mouth and watch from a distance. Watch as you slip away from his fingers, watch as he loses another person he holds dear.

Please stay. Dance with me once more.

He closes his eyes and turns around. 

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Stupid Cupid !

[📀] Now playing: Stupid Cupid by Connie Francis

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"Have you ever been in love?"

Beidou's words catch you off guard, and you send her a weirded out look before shaking your head.

The Crux captain pushes. "Do you want to?"

You let out a scoff. "No. I'm fine on my own."

"Then, well, have you tried to be in love?"

"Why are you asking these— agh, nevermind. No, not really. It's not like cupid is trying to hit me with their arrow or something."

Your captain only raises a brow, then shrugs. "Hm, ok then."

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With your head in your hands, you find yourself red in the face as you realize how the image of Kazuha's stupid, stupid smile keeps looping in your head.

Pretty. Pretty smile, his little mannerisms, the way he looks and— OH did you mention how cute he looked the other day when he was looking out into seaa.......

Oh, Stupid, stupid cupid!!!

Well, I guess you are swallowing your words now— and Beidou, oh that damned captain of yours.

It seemed like she knew of your feelings before you did, and Archons, should you ever tell her, she will never let you live it down.

"You alright?" Kazuha's concerned voice calls out to you, and you snap your head up, blinking away your thoughts. You nod. "I'm alright! Don't worry."

He only peers at you curiously, before nodding. "Hm, alright then. If you say so." He looks out into the sea again, and you find yourself staring.

Pretty. You think again. Then you let out a small sound and look away, not wanting to be caught staring.

You shift your away in hopes of stopping yourself from staring at Kazuha again... then you meet eyes with Beidou, and see her knowing smile.

Ah. Stupid, stupid cupid.

You shoot her a glare, and turn your attention back to the pretty boy with red eyes.

Pretty.

Kazuha chuckles, pretty red eyes turning to look at you. "Am I?"

Oh.

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What if you and this male character were expecting a baby....

At first he was so excited to meet them, you were too after trial and errors to conceive a child. He knew you wanted a baby and he was there to give that. He knew you were pregnant the moment you ran through the bathroom door. The same symptoms that of a pregnant woman. But you wanted to make sure you really have a life growing inside of you. And you were. You were happy, he was happy to start a family with you.

Sometimes he would see you check yourself in the mirror everyday. And each passing day your stomach grew bigger and bigger till it was visible to everyone that you, his adorable and beautiful wife is carrying his child.

He saw how much you love the unborn baby. No, Words could not comprehend how much you anticipate to meet them.

Then there was that time he woke up with you gone. That made him jolt right up in panic only to see you grinning ear to ear, eyes sparkling in ecstasy at him. He let out a sigh of relief.

"They're kicking"

That's what you said, your cheeks now dusted in pink. He couldn't help but stare at you, your hair was a little messy, a few strands in disarray but nevertheless you were still ethereal in his eyes.

You reached out for him to stand up and led his hand to your baby bump. He was very careful and gentle as he pressed his palm on you. He couldn't help but smile too when he felt the kick. He knelt down telling the unborn child that he wishes to see them and to not make things hard for you during labour. He felt you brush his unruly hair as you told him, eyes heartfelt and like a loving wife and mother would, that no matter what the cost, no matter how painful it is, you wish for your baby to be healthy and see the world. You smiled your eyes squinting a bit. They were full of undisputed love and he wish to see them every waking moment.

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The skies were in their darkest shades of gray and the pour of rain was unforgiving. The atmosphere was mournful, somber very appropriate for a funeral.

He held the umbrella to protect himself and the little bundle from the rain. He stared down at a grave, his eyes were tired, dull, a very expressive lament in them as if he had been crying for the longest time till he couldn't anymore, and on that stone protruding on the surface of the wet earthly floor carved, is your name. You didn't make it. He was unable to shed any more tears. He already cried far too much. All he felt was loss and an immeasurable amount of grief. He hears the baby coo in his arm, the baby that you left him, the child that you both made out of love for each other, the only thing connected to you.

Everyone that attended your funeral all left and shared their grief and respect. It was only him and a few concerned friends that stayed watching him mourn from the background.

Your brother decided to finally approach him, he has the same doleful expression as the others that attended your funeral and the same look of sympathy for him, the husband, and the father of your child. Your brother told him it was time to leave, that the rain is cold for the baby. He was hesitant to leave but complied for the baby's sake.

His and your friends and relatives were worried for him. Your mother offered to stay with him till he knows how to care for the baby himself. It didn't take long for him though, but even without anyone's help he would still learn how to care for his baby daughter, but he'd rather much have you see him struggle, to try and try until he got the hang of it. He wanted you to praise him to tell him he was doing well, but alas, you aren't there. The home you used to share feels painfully quiet without you. His heart aches everytime he sees every trinkets that you bought and decorated all over the house. Everything reminds him of you. Especially the little baby who's soundly sleeping on the comfiest cradle that you have chosen, you were right about the baby being a girl, he could never argue with you, you're always right, all except when you told him you're gonna be there for your baby girl, to hold her, to feed her, to wake up every night, to watch her grow into a beautiful young lady, like her mother.

He couldn't sleep in his first night without you, and the next day, and the days after that. The bed was cold and too big for him. His friends called and asked him if they could be of any help but he told him that he can manage with taking care of the little baby.

But what about him? You weren't there to scold him for not eating, you weren't there to shoo away his intrusive thoughts. He was hopeless, the only thing that kept him moving was his daughter. She looks so much like you and it hurts so much. He misses you so much. There was never a night where he would not cry, where he would accidentally call for your name and expect for a reply. He had to be there for your baby. The baby that you grew to love each and every passing time and day. He'll try to make his daughter feel the same love that you've been giving to her. He'll let her know and feel how much you love your baby girl.

It was in the middle of the night that he hears the loud cries of his baby daughter. It had been a few weeks after your death, the empty space beside him, the space where you used to lie grew cold. That's right you're not here and never going to be.

He went to where the little pink crib was, his daughter was squirming and crying. If the neighbors weren't so understanding they would be knocking at his door every night.

The baby's crying was getting louder. He tried feeding the baby but she wasn't even hungry, he tried cradling but the crying kept coming, there was no sign of her stopping anytime soon. He wishes you were here, you would know what to do. Your touches were able to calm him down when he was stressed before, and he believes it'll be the same for his daughter too. No baby would ever reject a mother's touch.

He tried rocking the cradle gently hoping it what his daughter wants. He grew frustrated at himself. He doesn't know what to do, why his daughter couldn't stop crying unlike before where she was very lenient of her father.

"Please stop crying" He begged his daughter. She didn't, she kept wailing.

He wished you were here. He wanted to see you holding the baby to stop her crying and calm your baby down.

He couldn't help but also weep with his daughter. He missed you so much. And with that thought a few tears drip down at the infant's face.

He wiped the tears on his daughters face, but it was useless as new tears kept sliding down on her plushed cheeks.

He couldn't even wipe his own.

Then another memory dread his mind as his breathe hitched suddenly remembering what the doctor had said.

Newborns could not live without their mothers.

He couldn't help but only pray and beg

"Please be healthy"

"Please don't get sick"

"I'll buy all the things you want"

He closed his eyes kissing the temple of his daughter. He was scared that he might lose her too.

"Just please-..please don't leave dad too"

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miss ko na baby ko (thoma)

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i still havent finished the sumeru quests because of how stupidly long it is

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omo hi i promise ill post more fics in a bit pls

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trying to go on a fic spree but school is the way i want to kms

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you fell in love with alhaitham because of his mind. his unwavering desire to bring nothing but the truth and facts to light. he was like a computer sometimes, with the way everything he did was so calculated and controlled by logic, but you loved him for it.

now that you're together, you realize it's also the worst thing about him.

alhaitham confessed to you by simply stating that he liked you. he was so full of himself, even telling you he knew you liked him too. confident that he wouldn't get rejected. it was calculated, just as everything else he did was.

logic. he did it because it was the logical thing to do. when a person feels attraction, and they know it is mutual, that person makes a move. so he did.

the realization that came too late was that he didn't do it because he wanted to.

not because he was filled with admiration for you like you were for him. not because he wanted to get to know you better like you did him. but because it seemed like the sensible thing to do.

naive as you were, you accepted his gloating confession with eager, open arms.

during the first few weeks of being with him, anticipation and excitement built up inside you as you took notice of everything he did; if he spoke to you in a softer tone, if his expression around you resembled a smile more than it did around others, you catalogued it into a little folder in your mind as "signs."

signs that you were melting the hard layers of his computer-like mind away until he was bare flesh that didn't have a care for reason because you would matter more.

you had thought even a person like him could have emotions.

you thought maybe he was new to all of it, he didn't know how to express his emotions, he was unsure how to be affectionate with you, excuses, excuses, excuses.

he needed more time, you told yourself.

so you waited. waited for flowers or letters to come in, a spontaneous "i love you", a surprise date — anything that could indicate that you mattered to him — but they never came.

why? because in his mind, all that mattered was you liked him and he liked you. those were the facts. what more would he need to do?

you want flowers? why?

i don't know. to show that you love me or something.

but we're together. i'll get you flowers, but do you really need them?

alhaitham was brilliant, but it took you much too long to realize he was an idiot too.

it's not that he lacks emotion; it's that he deems it illogical, unnecessary, a waste of time to show them.

there are no layers to peel away. facts are what matter to him. logic is who he is. you just made the mistake of dating a computer.

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—  The Morning After

Childe x Reader; ;; An Exes to Lovers themed drabble. ;; rewritten from an old account.

Ajax leans on the doorframe, a chuckle echoing in the kitchen. You look up from your position over the stove, eyes scrutinizing him as you frown. “Yes? Is there anything you need, Ajax?”

“Mm, nothing.” He tilts his head, staring at you with soft eyes. You look away, feeling your chest tighten at the softness. “And here I thought you’d leave me alone after last night.” He pauses, “Again.”

You pause from stirring the food and bite your lip at that word. You never really stayed after those nights. Today is the first time you did.  You continue with your cooking. “…I’ve thought about it.”

He grinned. It’s a sad grin, but there is a hint of affection in them that makes you grip the spatula a bit tighter at the lump in your throat. “So you did?” He pads over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, tucking his chin on your shoulder. You continue with your stirring.

“And you chose to stay?” He said, breath close to your ear. He feels you stiffen at his voice. Soft, testing and… hesitant. 

“…I did.” Your voice, in turn, is quiet as well. There's a softer lilt to it, but he doesn’t comment on it. 

The kitchen is quiet, and Childe nuzzles his nose to your shoulder blade, his ginger hair tickling you.

“Why?” He whispered, arms subconsciously tightening around you.

You turn to face him, eyes not giving away anything as you search his face. Your mouth forms a thin line before a small, unsure smile finds its way on your face. “Just because.”

That much is enough for him, and he doesn’t question you as you leave the house after breakfast, leaving behind a missing hole in his heart and in his home. 

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I FOUND THE USB AND THE FICS WERENT THERE THIS IS WORSE?ea?ws?d?

I CANT FIND MY USB WITH MY FICS THIS IS TERRIBLE

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I CANT FIND MY USB WITH MY FICS THIS IS TERRIBLE

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IM GONNA PUBLISH MY OLD WORKS !!!! BUT BETTER !!!!!!! ITS A BIUUN REMAKEEEE!!!!!

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hc that when childe first meets lisa hes like "oh my god? lisa from sumeru academy? I'm a big fan of your work!" and shes like huh I didn't take you for an academic and he's like "no not really I'm just a fan of whatever you did that makes dottore incoherently angry anytime someone says your name"

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i want to catch up to the lore so bad rghhhh i hate school smmm

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Genshin Men as Influencers

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Pairing: Alhaitham, Ayato, Kaveh, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Zhongli, Kazuha, Cyno, Kaeya, Thoma, Tighnari x (gn!) Reader

Summary: What type of influencer would they be. What do they post.

Tags: Fluff, modern AU, short headcanons

A/N: This was a random idea I got today that I needed to get out of my system. And it got longer than I anticipated, oopsie.

Alhaitham | Bookstagrammer

He is neither someone who wants to stand in front of a camera talking nor does he desire to interact with people much. Yet he has this desire to share his thoughts about the books he reads with someone. When you propose the idea of becoming a bookstagrammer to him he is at first very dismissive about the idea, but eventually caves and creates an account. As it turns out he enjoys it more than he originally thought he would. He writes book reviews, does book hauls, and critical literature commentary. Reels are not his thing and he only posts pictures. His account blew up when he posted a selfie of him while reading a book. To this day he has not the faintest idea why that is what made his account grow exponentially. He turns to you whenever he gets DMs or comments that annoy him. He will sometimes ramble for half an hour about a single comment and explain in-depth why what that person wrote is utterly stupid.

Ayato | Fashion Influencer

He is predominantly a fashion influencer and model. Frequently posting pictures and reels of outfits, hauls as well as model and runway jobs. He is often described as the influencer who "effortlessly combines casual and business chic and turns it into a fashion statement". Always the best-dressed man around, no matter where he goes. Both his enchanting looks as well as his enigmatic personality draw his fans in. He has his own clothing brand for his trademark "casual business chic" which is quite successful. Every new collection is immediately sold out a day after launch. Yet, despite his fame, you had never seen or heard of him before. You randomly met him at a local bar where he offered to buy you a drink. You talked to him all evening and had just exchanged numbers with him when his face suddenly popped up on the TV screen at the bar. You had to do a double-take and reconfirm that the man on TV was indeed the one sitting in front of you right now. He had seen your glance and was now smiling back at you smugly, visibly enamored by the confusion that was written all over your face. For once he was happy someone didn't outright recognize him and just genuinely interacted with him without any second thoughts. And he fell for you right then and there.

Kaveh | Lifestyle Blogger

This man has so many things he loves he can't just decide on one thing. So he does kind of everything and his followers love him for it. He is smart, good-looking, artistically gifted, enjoys food, drink, fashion, and is into the latest gossip. His feed is a bit of everything, art gallery visits, food posts, fashion photos including OOTD, motivational quotes and more. He has a loyal fanbase that would do anything for him. They lovingly refer to him as "babygirl" all the time. When you become a couple he incorporates you into his posts and videos as well which lands you a couple of very angry DMs of fans who have formed a parasocial relationship with your boyfriend. And while you just ignore them, Kaveh absolutely can't and won't tolerate this behavior towards you so he replies to them from your account with an angry picture and a long DM. In all honesty, he is more upset over the messages than you are.

Wriothesley | Fitness Blogger

He is your classic fitness blogger and personal trainer. He posts training videos, nutritional advice posts as well as gym pictures of himself and fitness modeling campaigns he gets invited to. And he is quite successful at what he does. When you start dating you're not at all surprised when you learn what he does for a living. A man with his physique? Of course, he would be successful. You mutually decide to keep your relationship out of the public eye. Both because he wouldn't want you to get exposed to potential negative press or hateful DMs. But of course, paparazzi are more watchful than anyone ever could be. So naturally a picture of him and you kissing soon adorns every gossip magazine front page including your name and Instagram profile (because of course they also found that out...). Not long after #WrioYN starts trending. The posts under the hashtag are a mixed bag of either excited fans and positive articles or angry fans and negative press, who say that you aren't good enough for him. Since your relationship is out of the bag now, Wriothesley decides to take you with him to the next red carpet event where he provocatively and fiercely kisses you in front of everyone to show the world what he thinks about their opinion. You're his and he is yours, and no one would ever be able to change that.

Neuvillette | Food Critic

He is one of the most famous food critics around and gets invited to various restaurants all around the world. He writes reviews for the things he eats and drinks and rates the restaurants without mercy. If your restaurant gets a bad review from him you might as well lock the door and close forever. He rose to fame through a video that went viral where he taste-tested a variety of different water brands, grading them on a scale from one to ten as if it was the finest wine. At first, people were amused by the videos and created memes about it until it eventually gave him so much publicity that he was invited to restaurants. So he organically rose to fame practically overnight without even realizing it. This already led to some less nice situations where some angry restaurant owners insulted him in public for ruining their reputation or hate comments under his posts. He didn't understand what he did wrong or why they were so upset with him and he always looked for the fault in himself, socially isolating himself as a consequence. You're always there to lend your ear and shoulder to cry on to him when situations like these arise. He may look tough but you know he has a soft and fragile heart and often takes negative comments about his person way too much to heart.

Zhongli | Food Blogger

He is a food blogger, mostly known for his expensive taste and aesthetic tea brewing videos and it even expands beyond that to clothing and his appearance in general. When watching him prepare all sorts of dishes one could be inclined to think he has all the time in the world. Doing live streams where he brews tea or cooks for six hours or more is not a rarity. His followers love his insight and knowledge about all the ingredients he uses. He always sprinkles in little fun facts, trivia and random bits of information. Being his partner therefore also means you always get the privilege to have the most delicious and fragrant food served to you. If you didn't know better you would think he is a renowned Michelin chef. Food is definitely his love language. Sometimes you and him would do couple cooking streams together and his community is all over you two. You're receiving fanart and people even write fanfics about you two. Generally Zhongli, much like himself, gathers a very level-headed, polite and loyal community around him.

Kazuha | Travel Blogger

He never stays in the same place for long, so much so that at this point his followers aren't even sure he owns a home at all. His feed and stories are filled with magnificent locations from all over the world. From sunsets over to stunning mountain views and sandy beaches. His life feels like a dream. And his followers live it vicariously through him. Always starts his day by posting an inspirational haiku in his story and with supportive words to his followers. The most sunshine and feel-good influencer around and most certainly a good role model. You accompany him on most of his travels but mostly play the role of the camera person and photographer for him since he wants to keep your relationship private. Until one day he pulls you in front of the camera during one of his livestreams and passionately kisses you on the lips before blushing and turning the stream off right after. When you ask him what made him change his mind he tells you that his heart ached due to the rumors of him and another influencer dating and he wanted to get them out of the world once and for all. Needless to say, your heart and the press are on fire the next day.

Cyno | Entertainer

Of course, Cyno is an entertainer. His intimidating looks paired with an impeccable sense of humor immediately resonated with people all over the place. He quickly garnered a large audience both on Tiktok and Youtube and uploads a new comedic skit at least once a week. He also occasionally does some pack-opening streams whenever new TCG card collections come out. You're always there to support him in his endeavors and he is extremely thankful for that. You're always the first to whom he tells his ideas and sometimes you even get cameos in his skits. Some evenings you sit together while playing cards and brainstorming about new video ideas for him.

Kaeya | Fashion Blogger

Fashionista and icon through and through. He loves the spotlight. And his smooth-talking and sly nature has people on their knees for him all over the internet. Unfortunately, that causes him to have the most obsessed and delusional fans around. He mostly posts OOTD posts, fashion inspo and clothing hauls as well as various photographs of modeling jobs. He often goes live on Instagram and Tiktok to interact with his fans. Sometimes you ask yourself how he even manages to hold a conversation with them, considering that most of the comments and chats he gets are simping. But he is just a natural-born influencer. Knowing his bold nature it doesn't surprise you when he pulls you in for a long and intense kiss on the red carpet one day. Until now you had publicly taken on the role of his manager to disguise yourself. It was an idea that came from his actual manager. The reason for that is to divert the attention away from you and spare you from the wrath of his crazy fans. Seems like he finally grew tired of the act. His smug smile, the flurry of flashing cameras around you, and the feeling of his lips pressed against yours were proof enough of that.

Thoma | Food Blogger

Another food blogger and a really good one at that. The handsome blonde mostly posts aesthetic cooking videos, cooking ASMR videos, quick meal-prep recipes for a busy day-to-day life, as well as comfort food recipes. His fans say his tasty creations aren't the only snack on screen though. Interviewers always ask him about his opinion on what his fans say about him, which always causes him to laugh with a shy smile and a blush across his soft cheeks. He also often posts stories and gives some tips for chores and various other activities like knitting, cleaning, and other useful lifehacks. Occasionally he also uploads pictures of new recipes he is working on behind the scenes in his story. All of this earned him the title of the "Malewife Blogger" quite early on in his career and he fully embraced the title. He even has merch designs referring to the nickname his fans gave him. You are always the first one who gets to hear about his new ideas or gets to review and taste-test his recipes. You often tinker around on recipes with him until late at night. You also help him with the launch of his first cookbook by typing out all the recipes and editing the cover image of him standing behind the kitchen with his signature red apron and smile. And you would agree with his fans, the biggest snack in that cookbook is right on the cover.

Tighnari | Garden & Wildlife Blogger

He blogs about all sorts of wildlife, survival tips, and environment protection and gives gardening tips. His sassy and incredibly sarcastic nature and reactions to some comments are what draw people to him. He makes people aware of how ecosystems work and how to live in harmony with them. He sometimes posts reaction videos and stitches in reply to people treating nature in a disrespectful manner and goes on entire tirades about it as well. He suggests environmentally friendly products and eventually even launches his own brand of environmentally friendly cleaning agents he produces himself. Needless to say, it's a complete hit among his fans. You are supportive of his videos and often help him with filming and editing them. You went on trips with him even before he started his social media career so seeing him become famous and successful with what he enjoys most fills you with joy.

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