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[rinnissance]

hello! i'll be moving to @kokomisoup ! i'll be reposting some of my work there :)

[rinnissance]

“ 3AM NOODLE RUN ”

━━ ☆ PAIRING: chongyun/reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: technically, you should be rational like the 'adult' you're supposed to be but as someone once said, not everything needs to make sense.

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: established relationship, college!au like... three cursed words... i think

not everything has to make sense.

whether it's about drinking a shot of pure lemonade and not wincing or if it's about laughing at that old sitcom from the 80s that everybody you know hates.... it doesn't matter. sometimes, it's all right to be so peculiar that the human mind could ponder and try to decipher your mysteries and yet, still fail. it's not because of those 'even your flaws are perfect' propaganda nor is it because of those 'not like everyone else' bullshit. rather, it's all right to not make sense because making sense is all that you've known and it gets tiring really quickly. sometimes, it's just nice to let go of inhibitions and live — crazily, merrily, freely, happily. they did say that being young isn't forever so you might as well spend it as best as you know: by living without making any sense that it just makes sense.

it's 3am now and you're still not making any sense but if you did, you would've been sitting on your desk, nightlight on as you attempt to finish your thesis paper's conclusion.

but as we all know, not everything has to make sense.

fishing out your phone from the bundle that has become of your thick comforter, you dialed the number of the one person you knew that would never refuse your sudden bout of misplaced energy. once, twice, thrice. the ringing beats that came from your phone were not something unfamiliar. the call has been made before — far too many times to count now and yet, he never once failed to answer.

just like now.

"hello?"

"hi, chongyun."

you heard him sigh through the phone before he chuckled. "it's late. don't you have an 8am session tomorrow?"

"today," you corrected as you slumped down the wall. "but yes. i do."

"then why are you still up?" his concern was cute and you found yourself smiling as you cuddled your knees closer.

"i was doing my thesis — well, was trying but to no avail..."

"i see... can't sleep?"

"nah... i'm used to being wide-awake at this hour. can't bring myself to sleep properly anymore. and you?"

"same thing."

this conversation was also familiar. it's happened every single time and no matter how you tried to switch it up, it always revolves around a paper needing to be passed sometime soon and the ever-present grip of insomnia on your necks. now, it's more of a form of courtesy — small talk is what they call it but in your mind, it doubles over as an apology and an invitation.

"wanna go out?"

you sighed in bliss, "that's my line."

"we both saw it coming."

"cute. very cute."

despite the faux irritation that laced your tone, you both knew that the truth couldn't be farther from that. on your face — and on his but you didn't know that — was the biggest, possibly cheesiest grin you have ever mustered. you just had that effect on each other, you supposed. chongyun doesn't comment on the odd decisions that you would definitely regret in the morning while you don't question why he doesn't seem to know how the most basic things worked. he accompanies you and you teach him the wildest of things. it was once just a relationship founded by mutualism but as time went by, unnecessary touches were thrown in and playful jokes and forced piggyback rides home became a part of your midnight routine. even then, your relationship was easy to understand. comfort without any need for an explanation.

"do you want me to pick you up?"

"nah," you threw on an old jumper — ugly in your definition but still something you bought for a reason that also didn't make any sense. "same place?"

"same place."

you whispered a quiet 'see you soon' before you dropped the call, walking to your door with a skip on your steps because who wouldn't? it's kind of romantic — like the modern-day version of sneaking around the palace gardens to rendezvous with your true love but at the same time, it's romantic only because having someone to be with you at the dead of the night doing nothing in particular for no real reason aside from just being with them for a moment longer... that is the most of romance that you could afford to give as a college student struggling to keep up with your workload and the looming finals just around the corner.

sending one final glance to your dorm that looked a little bit drearier than it did a few moments ago, you left without your rationality in your pockets.

the sidewalks were empty. heck, the entire block was silent save for the occasional barks of the stray dogs in the alleyways. it's yet another thing that didn't make any sense. how is it that the same place habited by the same people felt, feels, would always feel as if a different place as soon as the clock strikes three? there was no explanation for the split in reality — for the ambiguous disorientation that came with the warm streetlamps and frenzied stars but a part of you knew that to question is to be ungrateful. the echo of your footsteps and the peace that came so rarely in such a busy place... it was all needed and it's probably one of the many reasons why you keep making spontaneous decisions such as this.

it wasn't as if you didn't enjoy the walk because you did. it's just instinctual to mutter 'finally' as soon as the flickering neon lights of the 24/7 gasoline station came into view. running the few steps remaining, you grinned brightly as you caught sight of a tuft of the skies itself, covered mostly by the hood of your university's sweater.

"hey."

chongyun breathed out before sending you a soft smile, eyes drooping low but holding the small twinkle it holds whenever you meet up like this. "hey."

"so... should we get popsicles?" he hummed in thought before shaking his head and hesitantly accepting your hand with a small blush on his pale skin.

"my throat hurts."

now that's alarming. immediately, your head snapped in his direction, brows furrowed, and about to question his well-being but before you could, he beat you to it.

"i'm fine. just overused it earlier. community service, remember?"

now that he mentioned it, his voice did sound rougher — huskier and a little deeper. clearing your throat, you hoped that chongyun's obliviousness would make a timely appearance. you didn't need him asking you about the sudden rush of heat all along your body or about the way your pulse jumped up with just one thought of him.

"are you feeling well?"

"peachy!" you squeaked out — a little too fast to be considered true but you, yourself, beat him from questioning you any further. "are noodles better?"

"are there... any mild ones?"

right, he can't handle spice. "there are non-spicy ones, i'm sure."

"oh... sounds good, then."

should you do it? fuck it. you reached up to softly pat his head. he's adorable, just like a little puppy still trying to learn how to use its limbs. gods, he's too adorable that you worry for your heart's condition and also for his because chongyun wasn't exactly used to physical affection and even the slightest touches had him going on an overdrive.

"shall we?" you doubt that the small whimper he accidentally let out was an answer to your question but you went with it anyway.

the bell rang as you opened the door to the small convenience store at the corner of the station. sticky floors, buzzing freezers, stray chip packets in the chocolate aisle, and a passive-aggressive cashier. nothing was special about this place but somehow, being there felt right. was it your body's muscle memory, effortlessly navigating around the place to find solace in the energy drinks section, or was it the 'no-one-gives-a-shit' vibe that had set your mind at ease?

it was neither, you decided as soon as chongyun took your interlocked hands to his hoodie's pockets. a bold move but one look at him and you figured that he didn't even know that he did it. going back, something about this empty, easy-to-miss place made it easy to feel as if there were no expectations on you. you could come in with your pajamas just to buy the cheapest beer they had and no one would tell you to fix yourself up. you might even get a sympathetic smile from the attendant if they had a good morning's rest before all of this. a big part of the comfort though, came from the boy beside you who was far too invested in reading through the instant noodle labels. he, too, came in looking like a hot mess — hair tousled from the twisting and turning he did on his bed and his godforsaken fake gucci slides that xingqiu got as a joke. the bigger joke? chongyun likes wearing it, claiming that it's comfortable and that he doesn't care much about appearances.

"which one did you get?"

"this one." he showed you the blue packet and you rose a brow in surprise. "bibim naengmyeon."

"you sure? that's kinda spicy. maybe you should try this instead?" you shook the cream-colored packet, hururuk guksu, a type of ramen proven and tested to be non-spicy. at least, as long as you don't add the chili flavoring.

"it's fine. i'll manage."

you stared at him for a minute longer before relenting with a sigh. "suit yourself."

but just in case, you sneakily threw in a box of milk in the basket.

the kettle on the corner of the store was broken, or so you assumed because it whistled so horrifyingly loud that you couldn't even make out the words to the indie song that played through the scratchy speakers in the backroom. did that stop you from twirling around like an idiot, laughing as chongyun took your photos exactly like those 'aesthetic pinterest girls' you always see on your feed? no. no, it didn't. similarly, it didn't make sense for you to do it, not when your pants were stained by dinner's sauce and your eyes were glossed over from the nth yawn that escaped your lips. he thought otherwise though, and somehow, the way chongyun tipped his head down to hide the fond smile that appeared as he looked through the photos he took was enough to fuel the fire that awakened every single nerve in your body.

"finally! it's ready now... careful, it's cold."

he hummed in reply before gently tugging you out of the store and into the half-assed tent that apparently served as a dining area. gross, you scrunched your face with disapproval. when was the last time they wiped the tables?

"that's a no, right?"

"are you kidding me? of course that's a no! maybe we should've just gotten chips like before."

"well... we're here now."

"you're telling me... is the park still open?"

he paused before he tugged the strings of his hoodie tighter. "don't think so... should we eat home?"

"the noodles would get soggy and — well, cold for mine and not cold for yours."

"what now then?"

it didn't make sense for you to be sitting down on the steps of some random apartment you found but you were there anyway. trapping your drink in between your thighs, the savory aroma of the cup noodles immediately wafted the air. it didn't look very appetizing but it certainly smelled like it did. besides, it certainly looked better than most meals you've had in your cafeteria.

"h-help—"

"huh?" you furrowed your brows, eyes not leaving your food that was starting to look better the more your stirred. "speak up. i can't hear you."

"HELP!"

you jumped up in surprise only to panic as you saw chongyun's terrifyingly red face as he tried to fan his tongue to no avail. "i told you it was spicy!"

"m-milk!"

you missed the stabbing point not once, not twice but thrice and for some reason, you half-asleep form found that very funny.

"hurry!"

"right, right..." you watched as he aggressively sucked on the straw as if his life depended on it, and in a way it was. perhaps you should've warned him earlier but by the time you were enunciating 'slow down,' chongyun was already coughing his lungs out and you attempted to help him out by awkwardly patting his back — maybe a little weaker than what would actually help.

seven minutes and three seconds. that's how long it took before chongyun regathered his wits.

"maybe... i should've listened to you." the sheepish and bashful smile he sent you had you chuckling.

"you should've. do you want to switch? i got a non-spicy one just in case."

not everything has to make sense but you and him together made perfect sense.

━━ ☆ NOTES: sigh... how long until i stop projecting myself and my feelings in my writing?

━━ ☆ SIMILAR WORKS: college!au masterlist

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From eternity

(an attempt to make a narrative poem)

pairings: kazuha x reader

pronouns used: she/her

Hope is bleak for a person with a vision to bear;

For the Vision Hunt Decree did not spare;

The young lady of a noble clan is in dire;

Until she found hope in a wandering samurai.

He held a burning vision in his hand;

She held on the silver lining he grant;

The samurai spoke to her word of promise;

That they will escape from the eternity they deemed amiss.

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dedicated to

pairing: akaashi x musician! reader)

a/n: i love akaashi and i have a very farfetched dream of becoming a band member

Whenever Akaashi is left to his own devices to reflect and think about his life he often finds himself doubting his place in yours. The way you came to be together was fast and not like the mutual pining and slow burn romance novels he has read, not like the cheesy teenage romcoms you watch on the 5th day if every month, and most definitely not like the shoujo mangas that he became an editor for.

It was just fast (for the lack of better words) which leads him to think that maybe you were just with him out of pity or that you felt too pressured to say no. He feels small compared to you, who’s loved by so many, he thinks he doesn’t deserve you because he’s just Akaashi Keiji.

And you remind him again and again that you love him because he is Akaashi Keiji and you love nobody else but him. “Your the only one for me”, you always assure him and he believes that you do love him, especially when he hears you on stage declaring your love in front of millions.

This song is dedicated to the love of my life, Akaashi Keiji.

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treasure

pairing: seijoh four x reader (platonic)

a/n: this sounded so much better in my head

The fireflies light up and dance along the music of the cicadas. You are left to your own devices, admiring the night skies filled with blinking stars and the silver lining of the moon.

The faint voices of boys you’ve come to love becomes unheard and the night sky becomes a blur.

Suddenly you cannot breath. The thorns that wraps around your neck tightens and streaks of tears flow out like waterfalls. You’re crying.

The faint voices stop and you feel a pair of muscular arms wrapping around you.

“What’s wrong?” Mattsun’s calming voice pulls you back to reality. Makki’s calloused hands takes your in his. You look up to see them looking at you in concern.

You hastily wiped away the tears in your eyes in shame, which is in vain for your tears keeps on coming.

“It’s nothing.”

Oikawa’s disbelieving eyes looks straight at yours and you look away. “It’s not nothing.” He uses his hands to wipe away your tears, he cups your face in his hand.

“Tell us.” Iwaizumi encourages.

“It’s stupid,” you say, “sorry for ruining the mood.”

“Don’t say sorry and don’t say it’s stupid.” Oikawa sighs.

“If you don’t want to tell us it’s fine,” Mattsun says, “Just know that we’re always here kay?”

You grip Makki’s hand tighter, “It’s just, what if one day we won’t be friends anymore?”

Iwaizumi holds you tighter in his arms, “Then let if happen.”

Oikawa looks at him surprise, “Don’t sa-“

“But just know that we don’t have any intention like that.” Iwaizumi continues, “It’s won’t be easy to see each other as often sure but it’s not like we’ll stop keeping in touch”

“You won’t get rid of us that easily.” Mattsun grins, he sits beside you and puts an arm over your shoulder.

“I still need you to come home to, Y/n-chan,” Oikawa says, “I won’t go back to Japan otherwise.”

You nudge him playfully, “You’re such a sap.”

Makki tugs at your hands, “Don’t worry about it too much, we’ll always be here for each other.”

(“I can’t believe Makki can say such things” Oikawa says in the background.)

You nod and give them a small smile, “I treasure you guys so much.”

And you know that they treasure you as much.

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pairing: Tartaglia (childe) x gn!reader

a/n: loosely based on good little girl (adventure time), let’s just say that childe was in liyue during the lantern rite

The lantern right festival is in full swing and everyone in Liyue Harbor is buzzing with excitement. You try your best to wear your best customer service smile but nighttime is just around the corner and you are exhausted.

You massage your shoulder to relieve it of its pain, you’re seriously starting to regret coming into work today. (You’ll never skip work anyway, you’ll feel too bad for Chef Mao.) You love celebrating the lantern rite and being able to contribute to the festivities. However, the hard work that comes with it leaves your body aching and your mind wanting some rest.

As you pass by Mr. Zhongli’s table you can’t help but snicker at the sight of Childe struggling with chopsticks. You recall the past few weeks of the traveler (apparently they’re from another world) and Mr. Zhongli trying to teach the poor man.

“Still can’t use chopsticks huh?” you say smugly to him, he playfully rolls his eyes.

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From eternity

(an attempt to make a narrative poem)

pairings: kazuha x reader

pronouns used: she/her

Hope is bleak for a person with a vision to bear;

For the Vision Hunt Decree did not spare;

The young lady of a noble clan is in dire;

Until she found hope in a wandering samurai.

He held a burning vision in his hand;

She held on the silver lining he grant;

The samurai spoke to her word of promise;

That they will escape from the eternity they deemed amiss.

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i shall revive myself from d dead

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dedicated to

pairing: akaashi x musician! reader)

a/n: i love akaashi and i have a very farfetched dream of becoming a band member

Whenever Akaashi is left to his own devices to reflect and think about his life he often finds himself doubting his place in yours. The way you came to be together was fast and not like the mutual pining and slow burn romance novels he has read, not like the cheesy teenage romcoms you watch on the 5th day if every month, and most definitely not like the shoujo mangas that he became an editor for.

It was just fast (for the lack of better words) which leads him to think that maybe you were just with him out of pity or that you felt too pressured to say no. He feels small compared to you, who’s loved by so many, he thinks he doesn’t deserve you because he’s just Akaashi Keiji.

And you remind him again and again that you love him because he is Akaashi Keiji and you love nobody else but him. “Your the only one for me”, you always assure him and he believes that you do love him, especially when he hears you on stage declaring your love in front of millions.

This song is dedicated to the love of my life, Akaashi Keiji.

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2 yrs since i’ve been on tumblr,,, my main acc is rotting

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𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐬 (𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Oikawa Y/N is an indie singer-songwriter at a turning point in her career. After signing with a major record label, she is forced to undergo the transition from a normal high school student with a passion for music to a teenage popstar who hates the very thing she used to love. Will she survive her new life? Or will she crumble under the pressure? And what happens when she meets someone who reminds her about what it really means to be a musician?

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, angst, humor

𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞: canon divergent, smau with written parts

☏ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝟏𝟎 𝐩𝐦 𝐞𝐬𝐭.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐈. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

y/n's bitches | the boyz | i have a secret | moving along

𝐈𝐈. 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

the nekomamas | rebound | is everything alright? | all i want/part 2 | he should've gone to shiratorizawa | facts | plot twist/part 2 | he loves me | new shoes | does semi eita have a foot fetish

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐠𝐢

good luck | oikawa y/n is not a genius | let it all out/part 2 | you don't love me | i wish i never met you/part 2 | are you sure? | tiptoes/part 2

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬.

☏ 𝐲/𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬

nowhere | man of weakness | all i want | plot twist | new shoes | let it all out | i wish i never met you

☏ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦

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treasure

pairing: seijoh four x reader (platonic)

a/n: this sounded so much better in my head

The fireflies light up and dance along the music of the cicadas. You are left to your own devices, admiring the night skies filled with blinking stars and the silver lining of the moon.

The faint voices of boys you’ve come to love becomes unheard and the night sky becomes a blur.

Suddenly you cannot breath. The thorns that wraps around your neck tightens and streaks of tears flow out like waterfalls. You’re crying.

The faint voices stop and you feel a pair of muscular arms wrapping around you.

“What’s wrong?” Mattsun’s calming voice pulls you back to reality. Makki’s calloused hands takes your in his. You look up to see them looking at you in concern.

You hastily wiped away the tears in your eyes in shame, which is in vain for your tears keeps on coming.

“It’s nothing.”

Oikawa’s disbelieving eyes looks straight at yours and you look away. “It’s not nothing.” He uses his hands to wipe away your tears, he cups your face in his hand.

“Tell us.” Iwaizumi encourages.

“It’s stupid,” you say, “sorry for ruining the mood.”

“Don’t say sorry and don’t say it’s stupid.” Oikawa sighs.

“If you don’t want to tell us it’s fine,” Mattsun says, “Just know that we’re always here kay?”

You grip Makki’s hand tighter, “It’s just, what if one day we won’t be friends anymore?”

Iwaizumi holds you tighter in his arms, “Then let if happen.”

Oikawa looks at him surprise, “Don’t sa-“

“But just know that we don’t have any intention like that.” Iwaizumi continues, “It’s won’t be easy to see each other as often sure but it’s not like we’ll stop keeping in touch”

“You won’t get rid of us that easily.” Mattsun grins, he sits beside you and puts an arm over your shoulder.

“I still need you to come home to, Y/n-chan,” Oikawa says, “I won’t go back to Japan otherwise.”

You nudge him playfully, “You’re such a sap.”

Makki tugs at your hands, “Don’t worry about it too much, we’ll always be here for each other.”

(“I can’t believe Makki can say such things” Oikawa says in the background.)

You nod and give them a small smile, “I treasure you guys so much.”

And you know that they treasure you as much.

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posted something v short!! still working out this write down your imagination thing so...

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pairing: Sakusa x reader

a/n: based on my headcanon that sakusa actually loves likes gardening

Sakusa loves gardening. He doesn’t appreciate touching dirt, dealing with pesky pests and seeing earthworms crawling on the ground. So many reasons to hate it but one reason is enough for him to love: he loves seeing his flowers bloom.

And Sakusa swore to himself that he’ll never find anything else beautiful. But your soft petal smile and vibrant colors got him eating his words. He feels warm inside when he sees you smiling and glowing. The sight of you reminds him of home, his beautiful garden.

And so he offers you flowers that grew with his love and care in hopes that you’d do that for him too.

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ik i said i’ll try to be consistent!! but i just haven’t found the time to sit down and write something </3 

but i have free time later today so i might upload something who knows

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i’m not sure of the time i put in the queue worked or no

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with you

pairing: Tartaglia (childe) x gn!reader

a/n: loosely based on good little girl (adventure time), let’s just say that childe was in liyue during the lantern rite

The lantern right festival is in full swing and everyone in Liyue Harbor is buzzing with excitement. You try your best to wear your best customer service smile but nighttime is just around the corner and you are exhausted.

You massage your shoulder to relieve it of its pain, you’re seriously starting to regret coming into work today. (You’ll never skip work anyway, you’ll feel too bad for Chef Mao.) You love celebrating the lantern rite and being able to contribute to the festivities. However, the hard work that comes with it leaves your body aching and your mind wanting some rest.

As you pass by Mr. Zhongli’s table you can’t help but snicker at the sight of Childe struggling with chopsticks. You recall the past few weeks of the traveler (apparently they’re from another world) and Mr. Zhongli trying to teach the poor man.

“Still can’t use chopsticks huh?” you say smugly to him, he playfully rolls his eyes.

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