supernova25

[supernova25]

Hewwo mutual. It has come to my understanding that the sound of keys jingling mean there is food for you.

On that note you have been pavloved.

i searched up what a pavloved is and i still dont get it

[supernova25]

*jingling my keys in front of you*

hello

KEYS!!!!

FOOD!!!

[supernova25]

might start writing again soon >.<

if I even get free time from my OJT, piano practice, and possibly ballet...... and crocheting.......... and Korean self study........

[supernova25]

AAA IM GLAD!! i'm swamped in hw too but im just streaming lololol but make sure to take care of urself!! havent seen ya around in a while i missed yaaa :<<

i missed you too DD: i hope you were taking care of yourself while i was gone if not i will start growling at you >:[

[supernova25]

pspspps i hope ur doing well :>>>

pspsps im doing well!! dont worry about me :3 i just need to catch up on some homework since your girl stella is a big procrastinator hehe, how are you?

[supernova25]

meoww

hellaur !! ive been gone for a while, havent i?

hehehe sorry for going poof without any warning, ill be taking a break for a while to focus on my studies, but i promise that ill be back with a lot of works when im back<3

if you want to dm me my discord is .n4b1 so feel free to add me there !!

well, ill see you guys soon, good bye<3

-⭐

[supernova25]

Like the movies

dates with genshin men!

characters . . scaramouche, xiao, kaeya, alhaitham, albedo, childe, baizhu

a/n: added baizhu in here because i can hehe, i also made albedos part longer because i gave him too little in the original one<//3

c/w: maybe ooc for baizhu and childe maybe? i dont know them well :( | wordcount . . 420 | masterlist

scaramouche | nothing too much. he’d prefer something simple. dinner at your place or a picnic. i also feel like he’d prefer having night picnics. he also likes café dates, also arcade dates(is that what you call them?). anything simple.

xiao | another simple dinner enjoyer. if he were to pick it would be something simple, a restaurant maybe, but not too fancy. something cozy. maybe cafe dates here and there.

kaeya | an eye catching restaurant with a romantic aura. he’s also ready with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. every date with him is really memorable. 

alhaitham | it really depends. if its just a regular date then he’ll prefer something simple, if you two are going out for something special, like your birthday, anniversary, etc.. then he’d make it as memorable as possible, keeping your likes and dislikes in mind. 

albedo | i feel like i didn't do albedo justice in the last one since his part was so short. albedo prefers having you choose the dates, but if you make him decide then something so simple but super cute. movie nights, simple dinner at your place or at his place. if you like drawing then he’d just stay at home with you and draw. maybe even do that thing where you two exchange drawings every few minutes. it also depends on what you like, he puts that into consideration. if you like going out to eat then he’ll pick a restaurant, somewhere you haven't been to yet but somewhere you’ll enjoy. you like a romantic aura? then he’ll pick somewhere with a romantic aura. 

childe | ugh, dont get me started with this stupidly rich man. saying that he loves spoiling you is an understatement. he also takes every thing you like into consideration. whats your favorite type of food? italian? indian? chinese? do you want it to be really romantic? or do you want it simple? do you have a favorite restaurant? (jollibee) if so, then he’ll take you to a restaurant similar to your favorite, if theres none then he’ll take you to your favorite restaurant.

baizhu | i dont know much about baizhu so please bear with me. i asked baizhus spouse(vi) to describe his personality, so based on what she said i feel like he’ll take you somewhere new. ive also heard from vi that he’s poetic, with that being said i can see him making you some poems as a gift. (i can see him working on the poem during his break jksjsjs)

[supernova25]

I just wanna tell my silly little stories without needing to think about possible marketing techniques, damn it.

[supernova25]

Can't Love You Anymore

a/n: this was pretty long hehe rbs are much appreciated !

c/w: angst, ooc? idk i always put this just in case | word count . . 575

masterlist

Your phone rang, it was from Scaramouche. “Hello?” you say, “Hello? [Name]? I’ll be home late, I have to finish up a few things” he says. He’s a liar, you can hear music, he’s most likely at a club, he was slurring his words too. “Oh, okay, get home safe” you say, hanging up the phone.

You were sick of this. It wasnt the first time, it wasn’t the first time he came home late, reeking of alcohol. When he was home however, he didn’t really pay attention to you. You loved him so much, too much. You loved him too much, which is why you’re putting up with this. But you aren’t sure how much more of this you could take. You loved him, but you werent sure if he loved you back.

It wasnt always like this, he used to be so loving with you. Although he wasnt fond of saying ‘I love you’ he was fond of giving you gifts, showing his love for you. He spent all of his free time with you. Now, its different, he rarely spends time with you, rarely gives you any attention, rarely gives you any gifts. He used to look at you with so much love. Now, he looks at you with those cold eyes, you hated it, but you put up with it, because you love him.

Could you really put up with any more of this? 

The next day, you wake up with his side of the bed empty. He used to be there every morning. Greeting you good morning. If he had to leave early he leaves a note. You checked the bedside table if there was a note, getting your hopes up. Alas, there was none.

Maybe it was time to finally let go.

To your surprise, he was downstairs. “Good morning” you say, wrapping your arms around him. “Morning” he says before pushing you away, not even looking at you. “No work today?” you ask, “No, my shift just starts later than usual. I’m going to get ready now” He says, going upstairs.

Are you tired of me now?

He’s on his way home. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you decided to call him. 

“Hello? Where are you?” you say, mustering up all your courage.

“In a taxi, you?” he says.

“Home.” you reply.

"I’m almost home” you’re surprised he hasnt hung up the phone yet.

“I’m sorry” sorry? Why is he saying sorry?

“For what” you say, knowing what he’s sorry for.

“Just… everything” you can hear him sigh on the other end.

You recall all the times he’s made you feel loved. Based on how he’s talking it seems like he’s had a long day, was now really the best time? The happiness you received from him was just a mere memory. You can’t even remember the last time you two stayed in the same room for longer than 5 minutes.

Everything was also so awkward with you two, tension hanging in the air. You two were growing distant, it’s too late to fix it even if you tried.

“Just come home” you reply.

You think for a bit before speaking again.

“Hey… Nevermind” Are you sure? You still love him, of course. You don’t want to end things. But what about him? Does he still love you? Does he even care about your relationship?

“What is it?” he says.

“I don’t think we’re in love anymore”

[supernova25]

stewwa

why is my life so awkward (kissed a boy, went on TWO study sessions with him, got BOBA with him, but he doesn't want to touch the topic of our lips meeting. wow.)

like he's so cute! my dream guy (korean, tall, ADORABLE, smart, kind, everything in one!) ... but he won't talk to me about something that HE INITIATED

fuck you, eun. talk to me, please.

uh ohur

[supernova25]

WAIT SO YOURE TELLING ITS "STELLIVER" NOT "OLILLA" (okay listen its pretty funny in filipino but maybe thats just me)😔

BAGAY LMAOO

[supernova25]

Can't Love You Anymore

a/n: this was pretty long hehe rbs are much appreciated !

c/w: angst, ooc? idk i always put this just in case | word count . . 575

masterlist

Your phone rang, it was from Scaramouche. “Hello?” you say, “Hello? [Name]? I’ll be home late, I have to finish up a few things” he says. He’s a liar, you can hear music, he’s most likely at a club, he was slurring his words too. “Oh, okay, get home safe” you say, hanging up the phone.

You were sick of this. It wasnt the first time, it wasn’t the first time he came home late, reeking of alcohol. When he was home however, he didn’t really pay attention to you. You loved him so much, too much. You loved him too much, which is why you’re putting up with this. But you aren’t sure how much more of this you could take. You loved him, but you werent sure if he loved you back.

It wasnt always like this, he used to be so loving with you. Although he wasnt fond of saying ‘I love you’ he was fond of giving you gifts, showing his love for you. He spent all of his free time with you. Now, its different, he rarely spends time with you, rarely gives you any attention, rarely gives you any gifts. He used to look at you with so much love. Now, he looks at you with those cold eyes, you hated it, but you put up with it, because you love him.

Could you really put up with any more of this? 

The next day, you wake up with his side of the bed empty. He used to be there every morning. Greeting you good morning. If he had to leave early he leaves a note. You checked the bedside table if there was a note, getting your hopes up. Alas, there was none.

Maybe it was time to finally let go.

To your surprise, he was downstairs. “Good morning” you say, wrapping your arms around him. “Morning” he says before pushing you away, not even looking at you. “No work today?” you ask, “No, my shift just starts later than usual. I’m going to get ready now” He says, going upstairs.

Are you tired of me now?

He’s on his way home. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you decided to call him. 

“Hello? Where are you?” you say, mustering up all your courage.

“In a taxi, you?” he says.

“Home.” you reply.

"I’m almost home” you’re surprised he hasnt hung up the phone yet.

“I’m sorry” sorry? Why is he saying sorry?

“For what” you say, knowing what he’s sorry for.

“Just… everything” you can hear him sigh on the other end.

You recall all the times he’s made you feel loved. Based on how he’s talking it seems like he’s had a long day, was now really the best time? The happiness you received from him was just a mere memory. You can’t even remember the last time you two stayed in the same room for longer than 5 minutes.

Everything was also so awkward with you two, tension hanging in the air. You two were growing distant, it’s too late to fix it even if you tried.

“Just come home” you reply.

You think for a bit before speaking again.

“Hey… Nevermind” Are you sure? You still love him, of course. You don’t want to end things. But what about him? Does he still love you? Does he even care about your relationship?

“What is it?” he says.

“I don’t think we’re in love anymore”

[supernova25]

Can't Love You Anymore

a/n: this was pretty long hehe rbs are much appreciated !

c/w: angst, ooc? idk i always put this just in case | word count . . 575

masterlist

Your phone rang, it was from Scaramouche. “Hello?” you say, “Hello? [Name]? I’ll be home late, I have to finish up a few things” he says. He’s a liar, you can hear music, he’s most likely at a club, he was slurring his words too. “Oh, okay, get home safe” you say, hanging up the phone.

You were sick of this. It wasnt the first time, it wasn’t the first time he came home late, reeking of alcohol. When he was home however, he didn’t really pay attention to you. You loved him so much, too much. You loved him too much, which is why you’re putting up with this. But you aren’t sure how much more of this you could take. You loved him, but you werent sure if he loved you back.

It wasnt always like this, he used to be so loving with you. Although he wasnt fond of saying ‘I love you’ he was fond of giving you gifts, showing his love for you. He spent all of his free time with you. Now, its different, he rarely spends time with you, rarely gives you any attention, rarely gives you any gifts. He used to look at you with so much love. Now, he looks at you with those cold eyes, you hated it, but you put up with it, because you love him.

Could you really put up with any more of this? 

The next day, you wake up with his side of the bed empty. He used to be there every morning. Greeting you good morning. If he had to leave early he leaves a note. You checked the bedside table if there was a note, getting your hopes up. Alas, there was none.

Maybe it was time to finally let go.

To your surprise, he was downstairs. “Good morning” you say, wrapping your arms around him. “Morning” he says before pushing you away, not even looking at you. “No work today?” you ask, “No, my shift just starts later than usual. I’m going to get ready now” He says, going upstairs.

Are you tired of me now?

He’s on his way home. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you decided to call him. 

“Hello? Where are you?” you say, mustering up all your courage.

“In a taxi, you?” he says.

“Home.” you reply.

"I’m almost home” you’re surprised he hasnt hung up the phone yet.

“I’m sorry” sorry? Why is he saying sorry?

“For what” you say, knowing what he’s sorry for.

“Just… everything” you can hear him sigh on the other end.

You recall all the times he’s made you feel loved. Based on how he’s talking it seems like he’s had a long day, was now really the best time? The happiness you received from him was just a mere memory. You can’t even remember the last time you two stayed in the same room for longer than 5 minutes.

Everything was also so awkward with you two, tension hanging in the air. You two were growing distant, it’s too late to fix it even if you tried.

“Just come home” you reply.

You think for a bit before speaking again.

“Hey… Nevermind” Are you sure? You still love him, of course. You don’t want to end things. But what about him? Does he still love you? Does he even care about your relationship?

“What is it?” he says.

“I don’t think we’re in love anymore”

[supernova25]

Can't Love You Anymore

a/n: this was pretty long hehe rbs are much appreciated !

c/w: angst, ooc? idk i always put this just in case | word count . . 575

masterlist

Your phone rang, it was from Scaramouche. “Hello?” you say, “Hello? [Name]? I’ll be home late, I have to finish up a few things” he says. He’s a liar, you can hear music, he’s most likely at a club, he was slurring his words too. “Oh, okay, get home safe” you say, hanging up the phone.

You were sick of this. It wasnt the first time, it wasn’t the first time he came home late, reeking of alcohol. When he was home however, he didn’t really pay attention to you. You loved him so much, too much. You loved him too much, which is why you’re putting up with this. But you aren’t sure how much more of this you could take. You loved him, but you werent sure if he loved you back.

It wasnt always like this, he used to be so loving with you. Although he wasnt fond of saying ‘I love you’ he was fond of giving you gifts, showing his love for you. He spent all of his free time with you. Now, its different, he rarely spends time with you, rarely gives you any attention, rarely gives you any gifts. He used to look at you with so much love. Now, he looks at you with those cold eyes, you hated it, but you put up with it, because you love him.

Could you really put up with any more of this? 

The next day, you wake up with his side of the bed empty. He used to be there every morning. Greeting you good morning. If he had to leave early he leaves a note. You checked the bedside table if there was a note, getting your hopes up. Alas, there was none.

Maybe it was time to finally let go.

To your surprise, he was downstairs. “Good morning” you say, wrapping your arms around him. “Morning” he says before pushing you away, not even looking at you. “No work today?” you ask, “No, my shift just starts later than usual. I’m going to get ready now” He says, going upstairs.

Are you tired of me now?

He’s on his way home. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you decided to call him. 

“Hello? Where are you?” you say, mustering up all your courage.

“In a taxi, you?” he says.

“Home.” you reply.

"I’m almost home” you’re surprised he hasnt hung up the phone yet.

“I’m sorry” sorry? Why is he saying sorry?

“For what” you say, knowing what he’s sorry for.

“Just… everything” you can hear him sigh on the other end.

You recall all the times he’s made you feel loved. Based on how he’s talking it seems like he’s had a long day, was now really the best time? The happiness you received from him was just a mere memory. You can’t even remember the last time you two stayed in the same room for longer than 5 minutes.

Everything was also so awkward with you two, tension hanging in the air. You two were growing distant, it’s too late to fix it even if you tried.

“Just come home” you reply.

You think for a bit before speaking again.

“Hey… Nevermind” Are you sure? You still love him, of course. You don’t want to end things. But what about him? Does he still love you? Does he even care about your relationship?

“What is it?” he says.

“I don’t think we’re in love anymore”

[supernova25]

YOU WEREN'T FOLLOWING ME???

I WAS

[supernova25]

stewwa

awexis

[supernova25]

I'm birdie number one and you're birdie number two

Two birdies causing chaos

evil cackling >:]