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C.43 — beach day

ON THE AIR — childe x reader smau

| SYNOPSIS;; Teyvat University’s popular radio personality, Y/n L/n, has only one gripe with her life. Her classmate, neighbour, and all-around nuisance in her life, Tartaglia. Their rivalry extends just past academics and, to her horror, into her work. He becomes the music director and co-host for her radio show, working alongside her most nights and forcing himself even deeper into her life. But is he really trying to just be friends, or is there an ulterior motive to his actions?

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A/Ns: aaaaaand we're back (for good this time, i promise!) im super excited about these next couple of chapters, and i hope you all like them too <33 i always appreciate any comments, likes, and reblogs, and as always don't forget how amazing you are :)

TAGLIST: @popiizpops @scaradooche @yourfavoritefreakyhan @neversore @monocerosei @dontmindtheevie @kittywagun @yumidepain @kazumiku @hanilessa @nrviine @wren-art @state-of-grac3 @definitely-not-leena @crimxeorcremeexistspeacefully @tikitsune @hwngti @trulylee @basicsofdying @starriylover @sweetkyojuro @duhsies @kitchenscissorbangs @love-loveyy @julliesfilmz @rifran @jayathelostdragon @floweringanna @vi0let-writes

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hru? i hope well! if its possible, could i request jjk (smau or not) boys (like itadori/megumi) with a crush?? tysm!

: ̗̀➛ jjk characters with a crush

ღ inc. itadori, megumi, nobara, maki, inumaki, yuuta

an: im so sorry my hiatus took longer than anticipated, this past month has been WHOOPING my ass. anyway, happy holidays to all of y'all!! also, this is more of 'how they confess' than just them acting normal around you with a crush, so i hope it's still good/what you wanted!!

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update.

so, i live in the US. and for reasons that may be obvious to anyone reading the news, as well as personal health and safety reasons, i will be going on a temporary hiatus for a couple weeks, maybe up to a month.

i will come back, and i'll be updating On The Air and posting other fics/smaus/etc when i do, but for now i won't be posting.

to any of my followers also in/from the US, please stay safe, stay hydrated, and stay alive 💗 you are loved. and this blog will always be a safe space for anyone of any minority; race, sexuality, gender, or etc.

-aerie 🩵

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୨⎯ ateez texts ⎯୧

: ̗̀➛ bff! ateez when you have a crush on another member

ღ inc. ot8 ateez !!

an: this is mostly HOW they tease reader regarding having a crush lol. none of em are wingmen 😭 (except mingi/san lowk??). be warned there is a bit of cursing and 'kys' type jokes. anyway lmk what y'all think, and enjoy <3

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C.42 — what about you?

ON THE AIR — childe x reader smau

| SYNOPSIS;; Teyvat University’s popular radio personality, Y/n L/n, has only one gripe with her life. Her classmate, neighbour, and all-around nuisance in her life, Tartaglia. Their rivalry extends just past academics and, to her horror, into her work. He becomes the music director and co-host for her radio show, working alongside her most nights and forcing himself even deeper into her life. But is he really trying to just be friends, or is there an ulterior motive to his actions?

| WC; 3.6k

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After a long, and frankly a little stuffy, car ride to the beach house that Childe had helped book, you all finally arrived and got out. You practically leaped from the car as soon as Keqing put it into park, stretching out your sore limbs. “Ahh, fresh air,” You sighed dreamily, the stiffness alleviating from your arms as you held them out to feel the gentle breeze. It was the early evening, the air was still a little cold, but the breeze was warm and inviting. Perfectly framing the glow of the sky as the sun set a rich marigold hue, just starting to dip below the horizon.

About a hundred feet from you was the shore of the beach, the sparse grass giving way to glittering white sand. And, eventually, to the waves that waded in and out of shore. You drank it all in, breathing in as you heard each crash of a swell, clear as day even from here. The breeze that drifted in was salty and fresh.

“Y/nnie, help us carry in the luggage!”

Cyno’s deflated squawk of your name calls you from your thoughts and you immediately turn back to the car. You giggle as you see him heave one of the larger suitcases out of the trunk to carry it in. “Sorry,” You duck out of his way and reach for your own hold of bags, unloading more of the suitcases.

With a satisfied grunt, you set two of the cases down inside, taking in the interior of the place. It was moderately decorated and clean, with giant floor-to-ceiling windows on the wall facing the shore. But it still felt homey. “OK, dibs on the master bedroom!” Ganyu comes in behind you, laughing as Cyno immediately turns to make a rebuttal.

“Let’s just do a coin toss for it. We only have enough for three of us to get solo rooms,” You remind with a fond smile, pulling out your wallet from your bag. 

“I think we should leave the master for the doublers, then,” Childe chimed in, following dutifully behind Keqing with the last of the luggage. You leaned against a taller suitcase as everyone packed into the main area of the bnb. The five of you nodded in agreement.

You flip the coin with your thumb, letting everyone call out heads or tails. Eventually, it was decided that you, Ganyu, and Childe got solo rooms; Keqing and Cyno paired up. “Happy?” You looked at your white-haired friend, who was already beaming at you. He clicked his teeth proudly, helping Keqing move their things into the bigger room upstairs. Childe claimed the last room upstairs, which left you and Ganyu downstairs.

You took your time settling in and taking in the house, eventually meandering back to the main living room area. Cyno was already there, casually scrolling on his phone. You perch yourself on the arm of the couch next to him, earning an affectionate pat on your calf before leaning back. He was more reserved with his touch now, you noticed.

Keqing came down next, looking around the rest of the house before coming back to the living room. “How hungry are you guys?”

“I can probably wait an hour or so, I’m still a little carsick,” You say, with a shrug, leaning back on your hands. “Me too,” Cyno agreed half-alert, fixing his hair into a mustache by pinching it between his upper lip and nose, his face screwed in concentration. You giggle as the two of you lock eyes, turning your attention back to Keqing.

“There’s a grill back there,” The woman says, glancing through the other doorway opposing the hallway to the rooms, where the kitchen and side deck were. You hummed in interest. “That’s if-” She adds, looking at you and Cyno, “-anyone wants to cook.”

“We could make it another toss-up,” You volunteered.

“What toss-up?” Childe calls, coming off the stairs. Honestly, he looked a little dorky with a hairband pushing his hair back and his jorts (yes, JORTS). You smiled to yourself while he looked between you all, placing a hand on his hip and fanning himself with his shirt. It wasn’t until he glanced in your direction that you looked away, catching yourself staring.

“For cooking,” Cyno told him during your sudden silence. He gestured for Childe to join in, sitting up a little bit. ”For dinner,” He adds. The other man hums as he takes a seat across from you both. Keqing follows his cue and moves further into the room, typing on her phone as she holds your attention.

“Well, we need to get the food to cook, first. So, two people can be assigned to dinner duty, and anyone who wants to chip in after can do so.” She looks between the three of you. “How about that?’ She raises her brows and closes her phone, leaving the floor open for anyone else’s opinion.

Childe raises his hand, which makes Cyno giggle. “I’m okay with that, but I don’t mind helping shop and cook,” He volunteers himself. Keqing nods and looks between you and Cyno. Before he gets the chance to speak, you shrug and stand up. “I haven’t done much yet, so I can help too,” You say. Your friends exchange a quick look but don’t fight you.

Soon enough, you find yourself packing into the car with Childe, a short list of groceries hastily written in your notes app. You roll the windows down in the car, leaning your elbow on the windowsill. “It’s been years since I’ve been to the beach,” You muse, watching the shore disappear in the mirror as Childe drives up the driveway and to the closest town. He hums from the driver's seat.

“Me too,”

You lean your cheek against your arm. The wind brushes through your hair, kissing your cheeks and the tips of your ears, or tickling your neck. The lights on the street dye a hazy yellow around you. You turn to look at Childe, adjusting yourself comfortably. “Are you happy to be here?” You ask.

“On the trip?” Childe replies. You nod. “I mean, yeah... Why wouldn’t I?” He shrugs. You look at him with a raised brow, not disbelieving, but not entirely believing him.

“Just curious..”

The grocery trip is pretty quick, overall. You and Childe put your combined skills to use to retrieve everything and get home before it got too late and too dark, successfully pulling into the driveway with an hour of daylight left to spare. The others help you put everything away and start prepping.

You easily get into the role of directing everyone around, laughing as you give different directions to your friends. Ganyu connects her phone to a speaker and plays her playlist for the trip, singing along as she chops up and skewers some vegetable kabobs. Childe and her work together. You prep most of the sauces and chop up the meat, handing it off for Cyno and Keqing to season and skewer.

The prep breezed by quickly with your shared drinks and conversations. You take over cleaning up the dishes while everyone else files out to where the table and grill were.

Outside, you hear Cyno scolding Childe for sampling some of the food fresh from the grill, and Keqing laughing while she sets out some plates and cutlery. You finish cleaning up the cutting boards, knives, and mixing bowls before joining your friends, your drink bottle propped on your knee as you drop onto a chair.

“–Anyway, I was telling this story about this customer I had come in one day,” Cyno gets back to what he was saying once his focus returned to grilling, having taken over temporarily while Childe got himself a drink. “But I was running through my usual questions; asking how their day was a shit, y’know? And she deadass looks at me–” He turns dramatically to all of you, a hand on his hip for emphasis, “-and says, ‘Better now. You have the face of a porn star I used to love!’”

You gawk at the absurdity of what he just said, over taken by laughter while Ganyu slaps her hand over her mouth. “Are you kidding me?”

“No! She was completely serious. I didn’t even know how to respond! I was just like ‘oh. Okay’” The white-haired man laughs, shrugging it off. You catch your breath while Keqing sighs dramatically.

“Sometimes, people just lose their common sense filter when they face hospitality workers… There’s no other reason they act that absurd,” She says, taking a drink.

You tip your bottle to her. “That or they are just that stupid and obtuse.” You retort.

Your friends hum or add in their own comments, continuing with the conversation and chipping in with more stories of the like, thoroughly entertaining everyone and killing the time until you all can eat. You’re sure that all of you are being thoroughly annoying and loud, but it was summer and it was warm and you felt at ease. So, who cares. Once a good portion of the food was cooked, Childe helps divvy out the food and everyone picks apart the plates. Your cheeks are flush as you eat and laugh and chat, caught up in the moment.

You catch Childe’s eyes, the two of you exchanging a quiet look while Ganyu and Cyno serenade each other with a Rihanna song, unapologetically loud and dramatic. “Aren’t they fun?” You mouth, smiling.

The man nods. “I see why you are so close to them,” He mouths back and holds out the bottom of his bottle. You clink yours against his.

Everyone was thoroughly relaxed as your dinner progressed, the hours ticking by while you all fill up, taking your time. The conversation devolved into discussions of philosophy– such as if chickens can be raised by cats, or which Twilight movie was more accurate to Shakespeare –as it got later.

The hollers of laughter you all continue to stir in each other bled into the calm blue of the night.

And eventually, you all decide to head inside and clean up. You watch Keqing and Ganyu set up a movie on the television in the living room. Cyno cleans out the grill quickly with Childe, making sure all the coals were extinguished and whatnot before calling it a night. You decide to rest as well, wishing sweet dreams to everyone else in the house before ducking into your room.

You breeze through your nightly routine and fall into bed, curled comfortably in the ridiculously soft sheets. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep..

However, it also doesn’t last long, as you wake up sometime around four-ish. You blink blearily, staring at the ceiling. It takes you a second to realise what had woken you up was a soft knocking on the door of your room, as a second soft tok tok against the wood makes you get up. You pad over to the door, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you pull it open.

“...Childe?” Your brows furrow in confusion at said man, who looks wide awake despite the early hour.

“Sorry for waking you up,” He whispers, leaning slightly on the door frame. “I want to show you something,” He wiggles his brows enticingly, a casual smile spreading on his face. You stare at him blankly.

“Really?”

“You’ll like it,” He rolls his eyes at your dry response, holding out his hand. “And leave your shoes here,” He adds. You raise a brow curiously, hesitating. Your hand was still on the door. Though you were comfortable around Childe again, and you’d hung out with him one-on-one as friends since you forgave him, it hadn’t happened often. And not at night.

Why did this feel familiar?

Fuck it. You take a deep breath and close the door behind you, making a dramatic show of dropping your hand into his. His eyes crinkly pleasantly as a grin splits onto his face, and he pulls you forward with him. With quiet but eager steps, he leads you through the living room. The two of you are careful not to disturb the women passed out on the soda, cuddled up with a quilt.

You catch a glimpse of their intertwined hands and make a mental note to question Ganyu about it later.

For now, though, your focus is on Childe, your eyes trailing to the back of his head. He leads the two of you out the back door and off the deck, helping you down over the railing. You smile, full of glee, as your feet make contact with the sand of the beach. It’s still warm from the sun of the day.

It’s soft too, cradling your steps as you and Childe walk hand-in-hand closer to the shore. It gets colder the closer you get to the water, icy and shifting. You inhale sharply as the water first touches your skin, sending a shiver up your body. “Look,” The man squeezes your palm and points at a specific set of waves in the distance. Where the horizon stretches into miles and miles of blue-black, churning beyond your vision.

You squint to see what he’s gesturing at.

In the distance, getting clearer the longer you stare at the pitch darkness, is a pod of animals cresting over the water. It’s hard to tell exactly what they are from how far away you are, but it’s still something to see. Hearing the waves crash and break over the shoreline while they flip tails and turn over in the glittering water. You stare in awe.

“This time of year, tons of whale pods make stops near this part of the ocean during their migrations,” Childe tells you, his eyes trained on the aquatic creatures. “Sometimes, separated family pods will join up with them again here for mass migrations or breeding seasons,” He continues casually, as if it were common knowledge.

You hum.

It’s quiet as you both take in what you can see. Childe tells you more facts until the waves and the whale pod become so hard to distinguish, you’re sure they’re not even there anymore. “Are you secretly a merman?” You break the silence and glance over at the ginger.

He laughs, caught off guard by your question. “I’m serious!” You laugh as you shove his shoulder. He stumbles a step or two before righting himself.

“Sure you are,” He says.

“But… I mean, are you really into the ocean or something?” You question, rocking back and forth. You were getting accustomed to the temperature of the water now, wading until you were calf-deep in it, your shorts tucked high just in case. Childe sucks his teeth, running his hands through his hair.

He looks like a model.

His hair curled more with the salty sea air, his eyes reflecting the moonlight as he looked over the water, and his skin tanned and dotted. The breeze tousled his clothes, and you stared for a moment. He looked real.

“I got really into them when I was like, ten,” He answers after a moment of contemplation, his hands relaxing on his hips. “I grew up in a land-locked area, so until I moved I had never really seen the ocean. But even before that, I was obsessed with the sea and sea animals..” He tells you.

“When you moved here…” You repeat quietly, talking more to yourself in the moment. You had never really discussed either of your lives before university, too busy trying to keep up with your never-ending schedules. “Do you miss it? Miss your family?”

“Of course,” Childe looks at you then. “It was better for them if I left, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t wish to go back to them,”

“Why did you leave?”

He tilts his head at your question, but you keep your attention on the waves circling around your knees. “I don’t mean to pry,” You tell him. “I’m just curious.. I would’ve never chosen to leave my family,”

Childe makes a sound of acknowledgement. He wades further into the water with you, stepping closer so you don’t have to raise your voice as much. He laughs when you step out of his reach, giggling when he reaches for you again and ends up stumbling deeper into the water. “I don’t know much about your life…” You begin, holding out your hand to help balance yourselves against the waves, your laughter dying down as he slides his hands over your arms, holding on while he shakes the water from his hair and face. “So, if you’re comfortable with it, I want to know more about you.” You tell him.

“Oh, I see…” Childe smiles sheepishly. He holds your shoulders as a particularly strong wave crashes over the both of you, cutting off the conversation momentarily while you squeal at the cold water splashing onto your arms and stomach. He rubs your arms up and down like he was warming you up, the both of you laughing quietly.

“Come on,” You pat his arm encouragingly.

The man thinks for a second.

“I left to protect them, and to protect myself, I guess…,” He says. “I-it was a hard decision, obviously… but necessary, you know.” He trails off, rubbing the side of his neck.

You give him a quiet look to go on when he glances at you, nodding quietly to show you’re listening.

“When I was younger, I was a lot more vicious… and I got into fights a lot, which wasn’t great for my family either. Then my dad died… and, it kind of became my role to look after the family. My mother and my older sisters couldn’t do that by themselves, not in the way things were set up for us..” Childe continues on, a distant look in his eyes as he looked towards the horizon again.

“So I did some shitty things in order to keep people from questioning us. Making money so my sisters could dress the best way possible or my mother could afford to go to banquets and gala’s her job invited her to… and I did what I had to to protect their reputation and safety, which including coming abroad,” He shyly ends off, refusing to look at you now. His ears grow darker as you stare at him.

“Did you kill people?”

“What? No!” Childe waves his hands rapidly, his whole face burning bright red now. “I just mean I paid them off and shit,” He explains, embarrassed about the whole thing. Your mouth parts in a little ooohhh expression as you process it.

“You make it sound so serious…” You sigh. The man shrugs. You can’t say you were surprised by what Childe told you. Getting into fights with people for having a big mouth and a cocky attitude seemed to be his biggest crutch. That being said, what you didn’t expect was that he so readily upended his life for his family.

“I just hate talking about myself and… I’m not proud of what I did to get here,”

You nod. “That’s fair, but you can’t change it.. So, there’s no point trying to keep it from people who want to be there for you, you know?” You turn in a slow circle, taking in the scenery of the ocean. 

“What about you?”

“What about me?” You raised a brow, facing forward to feel the breeze against your face. Childe was still holding onto a couple of your fingers, following your meandering steps while you talked.

“Your family…” He leaves the question in the air, breaching just the general topic.

You press your lips together for a second. “Well, my mother was a control freak and a helicopter parent and my dad was abusive and neglectful.” You say matter-of-factly. “They always thought I was ungrateful, and after they heard rumors about me at the university… they cut me off and sort of disowned me. Now, we weren’t rich, but it was something I could’ve fallen back on back then..”

You sigh, deflating a little as you told the story. “In the end, they were right. I was kind of ungrateful about what I had, but they still sucked, so ultimately I’m glad I had to go through that.. I’m better off taking care of myself,”

“Oh,” was Childe’s only response.

“Stupid, I know..” You can’t help but laugh dryly. The man nods, squeezing your hand softly in reassurance.

“You have your friends, at least,” He reminds you, glancing towards the little house your other friends are asleep in currently. You nod.

The two of you talked a little bit longer like that, wading around in the shallows and trading stories about your families and lives before you met each other. When the sky started getting lighter, the stars starting to fade into the washed out blues as the sun rose higher, you and Childe decided to call it a night.

The both of you trekked back to the airbnb, giggling as you washed the sand off your feet and tiptoed back into the house. Thankfully, everyone was still asleep as you headed back towards your rooms.

Before you parted ways, the man wished you a goodnight, squeezing your hand. “Um… thank you for talking with me,” He whispered. You smiled, physically unable to stop it. Just the sight of his sheepish expression made your reservations melt. Maybe you were soft-hearted, but he was trying. And you could see that.

“Good night, Ajax,” You whispered, leaning forward just slightly until your lips brushed ever-so-slightly against the apple of his cheek, a flush soon dusting his skin as you stepped back into your room. “Get your rest,”

You don’t catch the grin stretching on his lips as soon as you close your door, or the way he nearly skips to his room, but you feel the same giddiness regardless, changing out of your semi-soaked clothes and flopping into your bed again to catch any more sleep possible…

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A/Ns: SORry that it took so long to write this <//3 writers block is a bitch.. anyway, enjoy the fluff of this chapter!! as always, any interactions are loved and appreciated, and so are you! <33

TAGLIST: @popiizpops @scaradooche @yourfavoritefreakyhan @neversore @monocerosei @dontmindtheevie @kittywagun @yumidepain @kazumiku @hanilessa @nrviine @wren-art @state-of-grac3 @definitely-not-leena @crimxeorcremeexistspeacefully @tikitsune @hwngti @trulylee @basicsofdying @starriylover @sweetkyojuro @duhsies @kitchenscissorbangs @love-loveyy @julliesfilmz @rifran @jayathelostdragon @floweringanna @vi0let-writes

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ok you have to hear me out ok... football player childe x marching band kid reader... ‼️‼️‼️‼️ (specifically clarinet if you can :3) I NEED BAND KID X FOOTBALL PLAYER CONTENT RAGGH!!!!! pleade and thank u!! 👽

: ̗̀➛ football player! childe x marching band! reader

ღ inc. childe and you

an: this was so much fun to write this is actually a really fun idea!! i truthfully wasnt a band kid but i was more of an arts person in high school so hopefully i got the mannerisms of the dynamic ok even if the details abt band are woefully incorrect ^^ enjoy <33

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C.41 — congratulations

ON THE AIR — childe x reader smau

| SYNOPSIS;; Teyvat University’s popular radio personality, Y/n L/n, has only one gripe with her life. Her classmate, neighbour, and all-around nuisance in her life, Tartaglia. Their rivalry extends just past academics and, to her horror, into her work. He becomes the music director and co-host for her radio show, working alongside her most nights and forcing himself even deeper into her life. But is he really trying to just be friends, or is there an ulterior motive to his actions?

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A/Ns: kind of a filler chapter, but i hope y'all enjoy nonetheless!! likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated, and don't forget to stay hydrated <33

TAGLIST: @popiizpops @scaradooche @yourfavoritefreakyhan @neversore @monocerosei @dontmindtheevie @kittywagun @yumidepain @kazumiku @hanilessa @nrviine @wren-art @state-of-grac3 @definitely-not-leena @crimxeorcremeexistspeacefully @tikitsune @hwngti @trulylee @basicsofdying @starriylover @sweetkyojuro @duhsies @kitchenscissorbangs @love-loveyy @julliesfilmz @rifran @jayathelostdragon

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C.40 — because we do

ON THE AIR — childe x reader smau

| SYNOPSIS;; Teyvat University’s popular radio personality, Y/n L/n, has only one gripe with her life. Her classmate, neighbour, and all-around nuisance in her life, Tartaglia. Their rivalry extends just past academics and, to her horror, into her work. He becomes the music director and co-host for her radio show, working alongside her most nights and forcing himself even deeper into her life. But is he really trying to just be friends, or is there an ulterior motive to his actions?

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A/Ns: likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated, and don't forget to stay hydrated <33

TAGLIST: @popiizpops @scaradooche @yourfavoritefreakyhan @neversore @monocerosei @dontmindtheevie @kittywagun @yumidepain @kazumiku @hanilessa @nrviine @wren-art @state-of-grac3 @definitely-not-leena @crimxeorcremeexistspeacefully @tikitsune @hwngti @trulylee @basicsofdying @starriylover @sweetkyojuro @duhsies @kitchenscissorbangs @love-loveyy @julliesfilmz @rifran

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୨⎯ ateez texts ⎯୧

: ̗̀➛ bff! ateez when you distance yourself pt. 2

ღ inc. maknae line ateez (san, mingi, wooyoung, jongho)

an: part two of this request ! this of course includes mentions of anxiety/general mentally not doing great (though pretty vague), so be warned!!

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C.39 — hostages

ON THE AIR — childe x reader smau

| SYNOPSIS;; Teyvat University’s popular radio personality, Y/n L/n, has only one gripe with her life. Her classmate, neighbour, and all-around nuisance in her life, Tartaglia. Their rivalry extends just past academics and, to her horror, into her work. He becomes the music director and co-host for her radio show, working alongside her most nights and forcing himself even deeper into her life. But is he really trying to just be friends, or is there an ulterior motive to his actions?

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A/Ns: this came out way later than i meant to post, so my bad yall 🙏but we're getting to the last arc so i hope everyone looks forward to wrapping up these loose ends!! as usual: likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated, and don't forget to stay hydrated <33

TAGLIST: @popiizpops @scaradooche @yourfavoritefreakyhan @neversore @monocerosei @dontmindtheevie @kittywagun @yumidepain @kazumiku @hanilessa @nrviine @wren-art @state-of-grac3 @definitely-not-leena @crimxeorcremeexistspeacefully @tikitsune @hwngti @trulylee @basicsofdying @starriylover @sweetkyojuro @duhsies @kitchenscissorbangs @love-loveyy @julliesfilmz

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C.38 — new song

ON THE AIR — childe x reader smau

| SYNOPSIS;; Teyvat University’s popular radio personality, Y/n L/n, has only one gripe with her life. Her classmate, neighbour, and all-around nuisance in her life, Tartaglia. Their rivalry extends just past academics and, to her horror, into her work. He becomes the music director and co-host for her radio show, working alongside her most nights and forcing himself even deeper into her life. But is he really trying to just be friends, or is there an ulterior motive to his actions?

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A/Ns: get it, it's a metaphor lol... anyway, we finally get to see some of childe's side/what he was up to. per usual: likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated, and don't forget how amazing u are <33

TAGLIST: @popiizpops @scaradooche @yourfavoritefreakyhan @neversore @monocerosei @dontmindtheevie @kittywagun @yumidepain @kazumiku @hanilessa @nrviine @wren-art @state-of-grac3 @definitely-not-leena @crimxeorcremeexistspeacefully @tikitsune @hwngti @trulylee @basicsofdying @starriylover @sweetkyojuro @duhsies @kitchenscissorbangs @love-loveyy

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Haii ur writing is so good btw I just wanted to say!!

Also, can I request ateez texts with some angst? maybe like reader distances themselves from them because of anxiety or something w some comfort? Tysm <333

: ̗̀➛ bff! ateez when you distance yourself

ღ inc. atz hyung line (seonghwa, hongjoong, yunho, yeosang)

an: i did just the hyung line for now bc i didnt have the space for all 8 <//3, but here's the part 2 !! also, i'm not entirely sure it was as hurt/comfort as u wanted but i hope u enjoy :D and ofc, this has mentions of insecurities and vague anxiety-related behaviors (though i tried to keep it vague), so be warned if u dont want to read that ^^

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C.37 — get a check

ON THE AIR — childe x reader smau

| SYNOPSIS;; Teyvat University’s popular radio personality, Y/n L/n, has only one gripe with her life. Her classmate, neighbour, and all-around nuisance in her life, Tartaglia. Their rivalry extends just past academics and, to her horror, into her work. He becomes the music director and co-host for her radio show, working alongside her most nights and forcing himself even deeper into her life. But is he really trying to just be friends, or is there an ulterior motive to his actions?

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A/Ns: adjhfkjhf im not happy w how short these chapters are, but they are meant to be here for these specific reasons :/ anyway, y/n and childe are finally getting into a groove again?? maybe?? i really love writing these angsty assholes... as always: likes / reblogs / comments are always appreciated, and don't forget to eat something yummy <33

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C.36 — are u back?

ON THE AIR — childe x reader smau

| SYNOPSIS;; Teyvat University’s popular radio personality, Y/n L/n, has only one gripe with her life. Her classmate, neighbour, and all-around nuisance in her life, Tartaglia. Their rivalry extends just past academics and, to her horror, into her work. He becomes the music director and co-host for her radio show, working alongside her most nights and forcing himself even deeper into her life. But is he really trying to just be friends, or is there an ulterior motive to his actions?

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A/Ns: likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated, and don't forget to stay hydrated <33

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would love to see jjk smau where the reader is up late thinking of the other and texts them to let them know they’re on their mind,, that would be cute (also, I love your blog! thank you so much for your amazing writing ❤️)

: ̗̀➛ jjk men late at night

ღ inc. gojo, getou, toji, choso, nanami, itadori, megumi

an: i switched a couple to be the reader reaching out or the men reaching out <3 i hope this is what you wanted^^

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Just read the last two chapters and oh my god.

My heart shattered when she realised that he was crying before she called him

The question is WHY HE WAS CRYING?? I mean definitely for her or maybe smth else (how miserable his life and meaningless)

Anyway not the point, hopefully kaeya get his hap(miserable)ppy ending too ☺️

oh Childe is definitely Going Through It in multiple ways 😭 (and i couldnt resist really making him pathetic 😔😗)

and we will hear about Kaeya in some upcoming chapters, and definitely not anything good for him 🤭🤭

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C.35 — hopefully (w)

ON THE AIR — childe x reader smau

| SYNOPSIS;; Teyvat University’s popular radio personality, Y/n L/n, has only one gripe with her life. Her classmate, neighbour, and all-around nuisance in her life, Tartaglia. Their rivalry extends just past academics and, to her horror, into her work. He becomes the music director and co-host for her radio show, working alongside her most nights and forcing himself even deeper into her life. But is he really trying to just be friends, or is there an ulterior motive to his actions?

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As the night reaches ever closer to New Years, and the numbers on everyone’s clocks chime towards midnight, you try your hardest to get into the spirit of the party. To have a memorable night. You find yourself sitting at the table your group had reserved while your other friends crowd the balcony a few steps away, bobbing to the music or chatting up other people, and yet you can’t quite muster it up to join them. You swirl your straw in your drink absentmindedly, unfocused stare directed towards the table. Your brain, for whatever reason, kept thinking back to your conversation with Scara and Keqing just a few hours before this.

In your time away from everything, you’ve worked through a lot of your anger and sadness. You’re still not over the fact that Childe had lied to you for almost the entire semester while he’d been sleeping with you and treating you like an unofficial partner. But you think you could stand to hear it from his mouth rather than from friends and strangers all wanting to comment their own two-cents about the whole thing.

The clock ticks down. It’s almost midnight when Cyno and Keqing return to your table, convincing you to get up and countdown with them. Cyno ruffles your hair and threatens to pick you up himself if you don’t move. It’s motivation enough to slide out of the booth, laughing as your two friends grab each of your wrists and drag you to the balcony.

“TEN!” People start chanting as the display switches to showing a countdown until midnight. You loop your arms around your friend’s shoulders and shout along with them, balancing between their weight to keep yourself steady and upright.

“FIVE!”

You look at everyone in your little group, grins splitting their faces and a healthy flush on their cheeks from the alcohol in their systems. “THREE!” You bounce in your heels excitedly

“TWO!”

“ONE!”

And midnight comes in a glorious celebration as confetti and balloons release from somewhere in the rafters, sprinkling around you and the crowds. You swat it out of your hair, and for a moment you’re distracted as you and Cyno giggle and twirl around, screaming loudly at each other’s faces about having a happy new year. Bottles are popped at nearby tables, couples share a sweet kiss, and through the ecstasy of such a lively event, you feel that loneliness cut through you quick.

Cyno slips from you to go dance and again, you’re left to your thoughts. About Childe. About the mess of your life back at Uni. This time, you don’t slink back to your table and drown in your thoughts. You slip your phone out of your purse and slip away to a secluded area, a quiet and dark hallway that gives you enough privacy for the decision you’re about to make.

Despite yourself and the strong resolve you’ve built up, your fingers have no trouble navigating to Childe’s contact and unblocking him. The contact name still says ‘ajax’.

As soon as you press the call button and put it to your ear, the line is answered.

“Y/n?” Childe’s voice comes through hoarse, tentative and shy like he’s not quite sure he’s speaking to you. You lean against the wall.

“Hi…” You trail off, fiddling with the necklace resting between your collarbones, the pendant cool in your fingers. You try to come up with words to say, something to start with. To explain the sudden call and why you’re calling him and not celebrating with your friends. Words seem to fail you, though, getting lost somewhere between your brain and your mouth.

“I’m sorry..” He speaks up after the silence stretches on for what feels like minutes. It’s the first time you’ve heard him verbally say those words. And he sounds so broken. “I-I really didn’t meant to hurt you like I did, or-or at all,” He stutters a little, and you become acutely aware of the faint sniffling on the other side of the line.

“Were you crying?” You ask, leaning your head back.

“No,” Childe’s voice is small. Like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. You almost have to laugh, but you can’t seem to find the energy. Instead, only a faint huff escapes you as you run your hand over your face. Why were you doing this? Why didn’t you just hang up and end all of this for good?

You know why.

You know because your heart still aches, terrible and deeply, for him. It still sees him in the freckled strangers or boisterously laughing young men that you pass in public. And it aches so fierce, like your heart was being squeezed through a hydraulic press, at the possibility that he was crying before he picked up.

“...I missed you,” He breaks the silence again.

“I know,” Is all you can say. You want to tell him that you miss him too, that he haunts your dreams and haunts your day-to-day life. Even far, far away from where he’s ever been with you. But you don’t. You chew on your bottom lip.

“Are you having a good new years?”

“No…?” You shrug as if he’ll see that.

“I’m sorry,” He chuckles sadly, empathetic despite everything. You hear shuffling on the other side of the phone. “I really am–”

“Why did you do it,” You interject. “I mean, outside of Kaeya leveraging you for control of the band,” You add.

“You know about that?”

“Scaramouche might’ve… enlightened me,”

You hear a soft groan and the line stays quiet for a moment. You bite your lip again, chewing on the flesh in thought. “I’m… not angry anymore,” You tell him. “I’m just… confused,”

Childe breathes deeply. A little shakily. “I’m… not even sure..” He begins, but he presses on before you can respond. “I know that sounds like an excuse but I… I just didn’t know how to tell you without..” He pauses. “Without losing you, too.”

“You could’ve tried, before someone else beat you to it… Before Kaeya made a spectacle of the whole thing,” You try not to sound bitter, because you did mean it when you said you weren’t angry, but it wasn’t easy to not get frustrated at the lack of a clear answer.

Childe was still human, though, and he probably didn’t understand all of his emotions and actions just like you didn’t. “I did– was going to,” He sighs, and you can almost visualise the expression on his face. The scrunch of his brows and the pursing of his lips as he runs a hand through his tangled curls. “I-I texted Kaeya that I was done with it, but… That probably made the situation worse..” He says.

“Maybe,”

You both chuckle then, dry and restrained and without any of that familiar warmth you once shared. The physical distance barely does justice to the chasm that’s been cleaved between you. Nasty doubts and worries having made the distance seem to grow infinitely. And yet, with all of that, you find your stirring heart soothed the tiniest bit by hearing his voice.

“I know I’ve said it already, and I’ll say it at least a million more times, because I really am sorry… I,” Childe shuffles again, and when the crackling on the line subsides, he continues. “I know I don’t deserve any of your forgiveness–”

“Again with this concept of ‘deserving’,” You shake your head, the corners of your lips turning up slightly.

He powers on regardless. “I know I dont, but… fuck, I really, really miss you..” He sucks in a quick breath. “An-and living without seeing you, even if you hate me, is hell.” He rambles. “I never thought I’d be concerned about someone so much that even seeing their apartment window being dark and abandoned makes my chest hurt… but I’ll spend the rest of my life make it up to you..”

You hold your breath.

“Just please, let me see you again. Come home.” His voice is small again, emotions running high making it waver slightly. Yet not once does he sound unsure or hesitant about what he’s saying. He’s genuinely, desperately, pleading. “Please come home..” he repeats. You don’t need to hear him say it to know he means ‘come home to me’.

“I-I can’t..” You begin. “I can’t do that with you, Taru,” You twist the pendant between your thumb and forefinger nervously, staring at the ceiling. Different colored pieces of confetti cling to lamp shades and the sides of walls, covering the floor where people haven’t been walking or standing.

“We can be just friends! Even enemies–anything, Y/n,” He begs, foregoing any composure. “I swear to you, and I know my word means very little, but I swear I’ll do everything I can to make it right, even if you never forgive me…” Childe rambles. “A-and you never have to, just come back,”

You frown at the way he sucks in a breath, the raw aching in your chest pulsating with every second. It’s like your heart is about to beat out of your throat, bleeding on the floor at Childe’s feet.

You shouldn’t entertain this… right?

“Okay…” And yet, the words leave your mouth before you can overthink it. “Just… as friends. No one-on-one time, no sleepovers, no hang-outs or picking me up from work, or driving me to classes… None of it.” You tell him, as serious as you can be. Because as much as you’ve talked about never seeing him again and never letting him back in, you know you can’t. The line remains silent for quite some time before he lets out another breath, a half-chuckle grunt kind of noise.

“Just friends,” He agrees. You hum, short and without much noise at all.

With a soft click, the call ends and you shut off your phone, relaxing fully against the wall. Your insides swirl with emotions, a surge of water breaking through the dam. It feels like relief. Like a storm that you’d previously been unable to manage calmed just enough to break through the walls you’d painstakingly been building. It crashes over you slowly. And before you realise it, tears are already rolling down your cheeks.

“Y/nnie!” A sing-songy voice you recognise as Cyno calls from somewhere down the hallway. In that split second, you snap back into yourself. It’s still New Years, only freshly thirteen minutes past midnight, and here you are in a secluded hallway silently crying.

You don’t get to pull yourself together before Cyno finds you.

“Oh, bubs, what happened?” His voice is softer as he regards you, reaching out as you attempt to turn away. “No, no, come on..” He pulls you into his arms, refusing to let you go.

You sniffle. “I don’t even know why I’m crying..” You tell him, laughing wetly as the tears continue. You wrap your arms around his back, hanging on tightly like you might pass out if he doesn’t hold you up. Cyno only hums, understanding as he rocks you back and forth and letting you cry as you need. 

You bury your face against his chest. And, fort a tiny second, with the smell of his cologne, the wine on your tongue, and the soothing circles he rubs on your back; you can almost convince yourself it’s Ajax holding you. Kissing the top of your head. Whispering assurances while your tears leave wet spots on his shirt.

“Y/n,” You pull away at his voice, blinking a couple of times.

But this isn’t Childe.

It’s Cyno, your best friend. One of your closest confidants. Your biggest supporter. He swipes a tear off your cheek and looks over you, your crying calming to sniffles. “D’ya want to call it a night?” He asks.

You nod wordlessly.

He takes your hand and leads you back to the booth. You both grab your things, letting Ganyu and Keqing know where you’re going before you depart, and make the short walk back to the hotel. You can’t stop sniffling, and despite your best efforts to take deep breaths and completely calm yourself, it doesn’t work.

You feel relieved, and it’s almost too much.. how much weight seems to have lifted off of you with the knowledge that you’ll go back to face Childe and amend the rocky relationship you two had. But you know, for a fact and without any doubt, that you’re in the same boat as Childe. You can’t keep avoiding him. And though you still have the urge to slap him so hard his grandchildren feel it… you know deep down you still love him, too.

It’s that painful draw that keeps you coming back, that doesn’t let your brain fully forget him, that lets you see that he’s still as human and complicated as you are. You love him.

Back at the hotel, you change into your pyjamas and steal one of Cyno’s shirts when he tosses it at you gently. You crawl onto your bed in the room, setting your jewelry down on the nightstand for the time being. Once you’re both changed, Cyno sits with you. He strokes your hair while you lay your head on his stomach.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper.

“Don’t apologise,” He clicks his tongue sarcastically, but there’s still a softness to his tone. “You can cry,” He assures with a light pinch on your shoulder. “I love you, you know? Whether we’re out celebrating or just partying… Whether we’re staying in baking something, or whether you’re crying and need me to be with you,” The man shrugs and resumes stroking your hair.

“I love you too,” You whisper.

He smiles, but you don’t see it, too busy staring at the quiet TV.

With a clear head, you calm your breathing and reassess yourself. Your emotions no longer as high strung and ready to snap. A part of you, the part of you that frustrated you the most this past season, looks forward to seeing Childe again, and knowing you won’t have a big confrontation with yelling and dramatics. And that same part of you holds a tiny bit of hope that you both can work on and change the mess that happened, and go back to how you two were.

Maybe… Hopefully..

When your crying ends, you and Cyno split a liquid IV pack in a cheap paper cup from the hotel room amenities and finish off a bagel you’d bought that afternoon for lunch. Attempting to mitigate any potential hangovers you might have the next day. You share jokes and quiet chatter of conversations, and eventually fall asleep laying face-to-face on top of the covers, your last train of discussion being future trips you all could take when you weren’t busy with school and work..

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A/Ns: aaaand that's the ending folks! jk, there's still a few chapters left, but we're getting to the resolution! and childe and y/n have finally sort of talked! by now, you all know the drill, likes/comments/reblogs means i'll love you forever! and, don't forget to drink some water today lovelies <33

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