Rating: G
Pairing: Nasir/Maziar
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Maziar overhears the tiny bartender with cat ears grumbling under her breath "What kind of idiot drunkard travels halfway across Teyvat for a drink?" and he knows she's right. It's worse, really. Maziar didn't even travel here for a drink. He traveled here under the pretense of checking out the Mondstadt Genius Invokation TCG scene because he doesn't have the guts to tell Nasir he doesn't want to have a drink with him.
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Steve agrees to play npc parts for Eddie's big one shot that he's been planning forever, but only if Eddie will play basketball with him. So they meet Lucas and Max at the court in the park and Eddie will not shut up about everything.
It's hot, his shorts are rubbing his legs weird, the sun's too bright. Just in general being as annoying as possible. It doesn't bother Steve even a little, he's too busy being smug about getting Eddie into basketball shorts at all. Sure he was still wearing a band shirt, but the shorts were a win.
It starts pretty normal, Max is absolutely ripping them apart verbally and it's working weirdly well to balance out her actual basketball skills, which are nothing to write home about. Eddie whines everytime hes got to run up or down the court, but he does ok at controlling the ball and manages to catch it when Steve throws it to him.
Steve's being blocked by Lucas who's the same height now, and Max is running for Eddie and the ball. Steve's yelling at him to throw it, just aim for the net, and he does. He sinks it, the ball barely touches the rim. He shouts in victory and runs to Steve for a congratulatory kiss, losing the ball to Max, completely worth it.
Over the course of the next few minutes he sinks two more. Steve calls for a pause in the game and simply hands Eddie the ball and tells him to shoot. Another basket. He moves him farther back and Eddie makes it again. Eventually he's standing at the free throw line having scored 7 consecutive baskets and he looks at Steve in wonder and says
"hey, I think I'm good at this?"
Max and Lucas are losing their minds, Lucas is somewhere behind him saying "of course he's good at this." Over and over again.
Steve can't decide if he's more frustrated or charmed, but what he says is "what the fuck, we could have won the championship if you hadn't been a nerd."
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(yandere! artist x gn! reader) (this was funnier in my head)
"..."
"..."
"Erm-"
"Just wait a minute... I'm almost done..."
You purse your lips, holding the position reluctantly as you eye the artist. You feel your body shiver lightly, a sign that the cold air in the room was starting to get to you.
However, you could only let out a small sigh, staring at the artist who was painting your nude body with the most focused look you've ever seen. You know things would be worse if you defied him.
What were you even doing right now? You couldn't believe you'd actually allow him to paint your naked body in exchange for money and some freedom!
But... It was just too tempting. Things were starting to get a little boring after all.
Plus, you know he'd make you model for him either way. You'd rather do it willingly and get rewarded than be forced to do it and get punished. And either way, you know that it wouldn't be sexual. You know he'd be too focused on getting everything right to focus on his desires.
"Darling could you come here please?"
He mumbles, eyes focused on the easel as he continues to paint. You feel yourself rejoice slightly as you stand up and make your way over to him. You grab his jacket and wrap it around your body.
You relish in the warmth, snuggling into his jacket. But your comfort didn't last long, for he made you sit in his lap as he pointed out some mistakes that only he could see.
"The lighting over here looks a bit too hard... And the strokes here-"
You didn't bother listening to his complaints. I mean, it's not like you were an artist or anything but even then, you could tell the painting was a piece of art. Everything looked perfect to you, and you couldn't see the mistakes that he pointed out.
But you suppose that it was because he was an artist and that was his art. Therefore it would make sense for him to critique it more sternly.
"Darling you're too beautiful... I can never paint you perfectly."
He mumbles, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You freeze slightly, still not used to his touches before relaxing as you stare at the painting.
Even if you hated this guy for forcing you to be with him... You couldn't lie that he was an art genius. And you just couldn't understand why he thinks you're like this perfect being. This painting made you look like a heavenly angel!
"Um... I think the painting is amazing... I think it's good enough-"
"Darling, it will never be enough."
He looks up from his position, eyelashes fluttering as he tightens his grip on your waist.
"Why won't you understand that you're the perfect muse? Give yourself more credit..."
He sighs in bliss, nuzzling your neck with his cheek as you grow slightly exasperated with him. Damn, you can't believe that an NPC like you managed to get him to fall for you.
You shiver again, feeling the cold air hit your bare legs as you sit in his lap, enjoying the warmth his body radiated. Now, the painting looks done so...
"So um can I wear clothes now?"
"No."
"Damn."
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