⏾ hi, im Comini, or just Nimi .. !! (she/any, more info in bio!)
i write watever i want .. w any schedule i want!! i'm js a 17 yo girl no pro writer … i rly js do it for fun, oopsie ! feel free to send requests or msgs through my inbox, theyre always open. though i cant guarantee a response, i try my best. it might be slow replies .. depending on the time. but regardless thank u for ur time !! yay woohoo ⋆˙⟡♡
masterlist and other info under read more ! (masterlist wip .. oopsie)
interests ill write › pjsk , genshin , hsr , bandori , milgram , stardew valley , phantom busters , tokyo debunker , blue lock , alien stage , fragaria memories, , uma musume , might add more !
some favs of mine › saki tenma , minori hanasato , venti , lyney , mona , dainsleif , sparkle , march , castorice , arisa ichigaya , ako udagawa , tsukushi futaba , mutsumi wakaba , haruka sakurai , sam , abigail , mogari shishikuno , towa otonashi , lyca colt , yuri isami , kunigami rensuke , sua , luka , myunna , rimicha, mayono top gun , haru urara , king halo , but ill write for everyone ! i js like to yap abt those i love .. !!
as for rules › i try n write anything .. i clearly wont write anything smutty … so i feel like that already blocks most of the weird stuff. ill prob mostly write fem or gn reader ! but for the cc, ill write any gender !
masterlist
Fanclub for Your Heart (Venti SMAU)
recent works ›
Middle School Dating HCs + Scenario (Saki Tenma)
Dating Fem!Reader HCs (Ran Mitake)
Comforting Jealously HCs (Kanzaki Kaoru)
Reverse Surprise Scenario (Venti)
Late Night Ghost Scenario (Hu Tao)
Can’t Stop Thinking (Albedo)
Genshin Characters With a Depressed Reader (Thoma, Venti, Albedo)
So stay with me, hold my hand — Thoma, Venti, Albedo
genshin characters with a depressed reader
note › reader is written to have depression, but isn’t meant to generalize depressed people. reader is meant to be seen as melancholic, yet clearly this isn't how all depressed people are. i based the reader’s actions off my own experience. everyone is different, so they may not apply to you.
Thoma cooking and cleaning for you! — 712 wc
The afternoon sun shines through your curtains, dark shadows show across the mess of your room. Empty snack wrappers, discarded clothes and stacks of neglected school assignments. You're curled alone in your bed, staring at the ceiling. The thought of cleaning now feels like moving a mountain. Yet, a soft knock at your door breaks the silence. You don't answer, but the knob turns anyway.
"Good morning," Thoma's voice is warm and gentle.
He steps inside your room as he looks back at the state of your apartment, the untouched dishes and stuffy air, yet his expression doesn't look pitiful, it softens
"I brought groceries."
He sets a bag down on the one empty spot of your desk. Without waiting for an invitation, Thoma starts clearing a path to the small kitchen area. The sound of running water, the clatter of pots and the rustle of bags can be heard.
Thoma glances over his shoulder, a small, encouraging smile brightens his face.
"YN," he says, "just relax, okay? I've got this."
The rhythmic chopping of vegetables begins, a steady sound. The air slowly fills with the scent of garlic and hot oil, then the earthy fragrance of onions. You watch him move around your tiny space, his body seemingly familiar and steady. He doesn't ask you what's wrong, and doesn't tell you to get up.
Thoma hums softly to himself as he stirs the contents of the pot. He's making something with rice as well, at least, you assumed. He glances at you again, his green eyes warm.
"The food will be ready in twenty," Thoma says. "Plenty of time!"
After setting the rice to simmer, he doesn't pause. You don't get to ask him what he's doing, but Thoma goes from the kitchenette to your bedroom. You should realize this became his routine by now.
His eyes scan the clutter as he starts with the floor, picking up a discarded sweater. He gently shakes it out, folds it and places it on the corner of your unmade bed. Next, he gathers the empty bags of junk food and instant noodle cups into a trash bag. You watch him from the bed, sitting up from your wrinkled comforter. Thoma straightens the school books on your nightstand, aligning them neatly with a focused gaze. Finding a stray sock under your desk, he adds it to a growing pile of laundry. He doesn't sigh loudly or comment on the state of things. He just works to help you out. This rhythmic sound of his cleaning mix with the bubbling from the pot. It creates a strange, comforting sound.
"You don't have to do all that," you murmur.
Thoma pauses, dirty laundry in his hands, he looks at you.
"I know," he says simply. He places the clothes in their pile. "But I want to."
As he continued to talk, Thoma returns to the small trash bag, tying it off.
"It's easier to breathe in a clean space. And you deserve it, YN."
He speaks like it's a fact. Like your worth isn't tied to your ability to get out of bed.
He carries the bag out to the hall of your apartment. When he returns, he goes to the stove, giving the pot a stir. The rich smell of food grows stronger.
Afraid to speak up, you ask in a weak voice, "what are you making?"
A small, genuine smile touches his lips.
"Nikujaga," he says, lifting the lid to let the steam float out. "It's a comfort food, I guess. Mom's recipe. The potatoes are just starting to get soft."
He dips the spoon in once more, blows on it carefully, and brings it over to you. The warm spoon hovers near your lips. He holds it out, offering it to you.
"You should taste it, make sure it's right."
The gesture feels so intimate, so caring. You lean forward, movement feeling heavy. Your lips part, the warm spoon meets them. The flavor envelops on your mouth, savory. A quiet, involuntary sound escapes you, something between a sigh and a hum. It's the first real food you've had in days.
Thoma's smile widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Good?" he asks softly, pulling the spoon back while you give a short nod.
Venti helping you drink water! — 599 wc
It was nearing 2pm when you woke up, with Venti already standing outside your room. You hadn't had the proper amount of sleep and definitely didn't have enough energy to continue your day, not with your lack of dinner, nor any type of food. As you are now, you barely even had the motivation to take a sip of water. Your irritatingly dry throat was the only thing you could think about, that was until you heard a soft knock on your door. There was only one person it could be, you thought.
"YN, are you up yet?" Venti said in a voice of concern. You start to wonder why he's still here.
From the way he spoke, you could tell his face was pressed up against the door as much as possible.
"Can I come in? I have something for you!"
His voice shook softly as it turned into something more upbeat. Oh, that must be why he's never left. Venti cares for you, of course. He'd never stop caring. Not once, not ever. It's about time you finally realize this. With shaky hands you lifted your body up, careful to not use the last of your stanmia with this small movement.
In a meek voice, you spoke, "come in."
The door opened, seemingly in a rush, as Venti looked at your back side sitting heavily on the bed. While he walked closer, he looked around your room, noticing the slight mess it had. He put a note in his mind that he would help you clean it after you regained the energy. For now though, Venti focused on bringing back that life in you.
Venti plopped down next to you ontop the mess of blankets your bed held. In his hand was a bottle of water and a small meal, maybe crackers? You couldn't tell from the container it was in. Venti gave you a smile as he tried handing you the water, urging you to take a sip. When you didn't even look at him, nor the drink, worry washed over his eyes.
"Come on, YN!" Venti said in a whiny yet cheerful voice. "Drink up!"
He pushed the open bottle closer to your lips as he held your shoulder, however, he quickly stopped when the water dripped down your chin. You barely moved. In a slight panic, Venti took bottle away from your mouth and held your face while he attempted to dry it.
"Ah," he sighed to himself, "what are you doing?"
At his reaction, you looked at him and started to get a little teary eyed. Venti looked back with a weakly attempted smile, but he soon titled his head away to think.
His face quickly lit up with a seemingly bright idea, but he didn't answer your confused look. Venti took a short sip from the bottle and cupped your face to look at his own. He carefully held the water in his mouth, hoping that he would not swallow it, as he leaned in to kiss you. It was anything but fast. With his tongue, he gently pried upon your mouth. The water he once held rushed into your mouth.
Yet, even when the water was all gone, Venti stayed in the kiss for a while. His loving eyes were closed, but yours weren't. They looked at anything and everywhere besides his face.
When he pulled away, your mouth was left open for a while. Maybe in shock, you yourself weren't too sure, but from Venti's raised eyebrow and smug look, you could tell the heat in your face wasn't normal.
Albedo doing school work with you! — 564 wc
Laying in your bed, you weren't able to recall the last time you went to school. You had emails from teachers reminding you about school work, some friends had texted you, but you couldn't bring yourself to respond to either of them. You were definitely in for a heap of missing work once you got back.
As you sat up to get yourself breakfast, at 5pm, you were able to make out a hard knocking sound from the door. Inhaling a nervous breath, you peaked around the corner to see who it was. You felt your shoulders relax when you saw Albedo, your friend since middle school! You changed your focus back to the door and unlocked it, allowing him to escape from the cold winter weather outside.
"Tutoring lasted longer than usual," Albedo explained as he continued onward. "Ms. Alice gave me work for you before I had left the building."
With his call out, you noticed the inch thick folder in his hand, along with a thinner one, decorated in red stickers.
"Oh, Mr. Lawrence had stuff for you too," Albedo added as he gestured to the more dense folder in his hands.
He stepped further inside your house, lightly placing both folders on the island in your kitchen. You watched him as he did. Albedo looked around, noticing how empty the house was, before looking back at you.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Freezing in place, you gave him a worried glance.
"Nevermind." Albedo ignored his own words as he glanced away from you. "Since it's a lot of work, it's best to get started with it now."
You groaned, causing Albedo to focus his attention back on you.
"It's not ideal, I know," he answered your distressed look.
Narrowing your eyes at him, you hadn't listened to a word he said. He sighed. Albedo knew it would be like this.
"You don't want to do it?"
You crossed your arms as you shook your head, confirming his suspicions. Even so, he ignored your slight protests while he carried your pile of missing work to your room.
"Then I'll help."
He allowed himself into your bedroom as he placed the folders onto the messy, wooden desk. You followed him, watching how he pulled out a worksheet from the bigger folder. On it you read your name and date, from almost a whole month ago. Albedo spoke up, explaining the assignment while he sat it down on the desk, ready to work.
As you went through assignments, you noticed that you finished a weeks worth of missing work! However, it's clear you were at your limit, rubbing your eyes while you fumbled in to write answers. Albedo noticed, as always.
"You look exhausted," he claimed with a light laugh in his voice. "I'll finish the rest. Mr. Lawrence's work is on the harder side."
Upon hearing his gentle voice, you could feel your head get heavy as your vision blurred, slowly drifting off to sleep.
Albedo sighed, writing in the numbers on your review sheet himself. It wasn't directed towards you, no. Not at all. It was for the teacher who had given you all this homework, especially when they already knew your situation. He looked next to him at your tired form, head resting against his shoulder, eyes gently closed.
He could watch you all day, if only you'd let him.
NOTES › this was meant 2 b posted on lyneys bday (but hell b in part 2 cs i haven’t even started his LMAO).. n then it was gonna b a valentines thing…. but now it’s spring break, so 😭😭 i remember when i 1st started i was determined 2 post something every 5 days exactly n when i went off the schedule a little, i lowk panicked.. 😮 (and somehow, thomas part is longer than venti and albedos…. idk how! but that’s y he’s 1st in line!)
SYNOPSIS › After the popular idol of Skyward Sonnet, YN, falls into a hiatus after a dating scandal, many of her fans are worried and some feel betrayed. However, none of them are as worried as the head on her online fan club, Venti himself. Going out of his way to cheer her up, he ends up finding his pictures flooded over the internet. "YNs cute fangirl syndrome affects her the most.." In which, YN finds his efforts cute, but? Fangirl? He's no girl!
TAGLIST › @thingforxiao, @devosin , @flos-lunae , @jiminscarmex , @rinatheowl67 , comment/send an ask if u want!!
NOTES › ummmm 😛😛 this was meant 2 b longer, but i feel like chapter 6 will… have smt important! idk! mayb! stay tuned!
R u gonna do a part two of that beautiful academic rivals kiss albedo x reader u did
😭😭😭 i might.. i didn't expect it 2 get so many likes i wrote it like. on a whim? 4 a friend ig .. i'm not sure what i'd do 4 a part 2, n i have ideas involving other charas, but ion c y not.. 🤔 i do need 2 .. update fanclub 4 ur heart soon.. haha 😅😅
synopsis , you’re once again paired with the guy you can’t stand. yet, he can read you so well.. is it so bad to vent to your academic rival? (wc - 1.3k)
You're paired with Albedo because your professor thinks working with another creates excellent results. You just think it's cruel. Who would want to work with this guy?
You started off relaxed. Leaning back in your chair. One leg crossed over the other as you both type away on your laptop.
The library is quiet in the way that makes every movement feel louder than it is. Albedo sits across from you, already organized, notes neatly stacked, pen aligned, eyes scanning the shared document of your projection.
"If we divide the work logically," he says, without looking up from the white screen, "we can finish ahead of schedule."
You don't miss the opportunity to make a quick jab at him, blurting out, "you always say that. You never ask what I want to do."
He finally looks at you, brows knitting slightly, "because personal preference does not alter the quality of the result."
You roll your eyes as you get back to work. Your eyes move to skim over your slides, fixing some gramatical errors and adding something new, when Albedo speaks up once again.
"Your delivery for this paragraph," he says with a slight smile, not making eye contact, "is very controlled."
You glance up towards him, calmly amused, "is that meant to be a sort of criticism now?"
"Just an observation."
You smile at him, more confident in your work, "people usually like it when it's written down like that."
"They do," he agrees, "but control can create distance."
You lean back in your chair, crossing your arms.
"Is that your professional opinion?"
"It is."
"That's why people don't talk to you unless they have to," you laugh lightly before continuing, "right. Let me guess, is it too stiff?"
Albedo didn't laugh with you. Instead, he watches you the way he does when something doesn't seem to add up.
"Is that how you see it?"
The question catches you off guard. You shrug before speaking up yet again, "seems to be a theme. Apparently I'm not great at anything that requires… spontaneity?"
Albedo waits for you to continue as he closes his laptop halfway. You really don't like that he doesn't fill the silence right now. You uncross your leg awkwardly.
"...Social stuff," you add, still casual, "physical stuff, I guess?"
His gaze sharpens, "such as?"
You seemingly hesitated, but Albedo notices. Yet, the words slip out more casually than they should.
"Kissing," you sigh, like it doesn't matter. It does, to you at least. Or to those who.. experienced it.
You expected him to dismiss it. To seemingly move on like nothing was said. That wasn't the case. Albedo finally closed his laptop fully, after making sure his work saved.
"Who told you this?"
When you glance up, his attention is fully on you now. You weren’t expecting that. The confidence you walked in with feels like it's slowly disappearing.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes."
You shift in your seat, "just someone who's honest I guess."
"That shouldn't be an adequate measure of credibility."
You let out a small laugh, "you're turning this into an evaluation."
"Because you're deflecting."
Your smile falters, "I'm not."
"You are," Albedo says calmly, "you introduced the topic lightly, then avoided elaboration. It's the definition of deflection."
Your fingers tighten around your notebook. You straighten your posture as your smile fades when noticing he hasn't yet broken eye contact.
"...So what?" you say, "I'm not perfect. Shocking."
"That's not what concerns me."
You look at him again, "then what does?"
"That you seem to believe the criticism is accurate."
"...They didn't say much else," you admit, "just that I overthink. That I'm stiff."
Albedo nods once, thoughtful.
"That would interfere with your responsiveness."
You laugh, but it sounds muffled this time, "are you seriously analyzing me right now?"
"Yes."
"You always do this?"
"When something doesn't align with the observed data I've collected."
You feel a light heat creep up your neck.
"And what data is that?"
"That you're attentive. Clearly, not incapable of learning something so simple."
You don't even know what to say to that.
"So," he continues, tone even, "either the feedback was poorly delivered, or the context was flawed."
Your throat feels dry, "and how would you know?"
He holds your gaze.
"Because technique can be corrected."
You blink.
"You're saying—"
"I'm saying," Albedo interrupts gently, "that the issue is likely tension, as an emotional or mental strain, not skill."
Your confidence finally cracks.
"...You say that like you're so sure."
"I am."
Your voice is quieter now, "based on what?"
A pause of silence floats above.
"Experience," he says.
Your heart stumbles.
"You're very calm about this."
"Kissing is not inherently emotional," he replies, "but you're treating it as though it is."
Your sweaty palms rest flat on the table now. You didn't realize they were shaking until they stop.
"...And so what if I am?"
"That's fine. It may just mean you're thinking emotionally instead of responding emotionally."
Albedo lets out a slight chuckle as he leans forward to you.
"Which is something I can help with."
You search his face for teasing. There's none. Just sincerity, and seemingly something softer beneath it.
"...This is strictly educational," you say.
"Of course."
Albedo stands, glancing around before nodding toward a secluded aisle between shelves.
"Privacy will reduce distractions."
It isn't a question. You follow before you can talk yourself out of it. This is absurd. You should stop.
When he turns to face you, he’s closer than you expected. Between the shelves, the already quiet library feels smaller. He pauses, watching for tension, adjusting his distance when your shoulders lift.
"First," Albedo says quietly, "relax. You're holding too much tension in your shoulders."
"You're impossible," you huff.
"And yet," he murmurs, "you're still here."
He leans in slowly, slow enough that you could pull away. A hand near your waist, just hovering instead of fully landing.
"Don't think," he says softly, "just respond."
And yet, you've now become painfully aware of how much you're thinking.
Albedo doesn't rush. His mouth stays close to yours, barely touching at first, like he's waiting for your heart to settle. When it doesn't, he adjusts instead, giving you something easier to follow.
Every time you stiffen, he eases back. Every time you lean in, he meets you there.
You start to mirror him.
Your shoulders drop. Your hands, which had been clenched uselessly at your sides, loosen up. You stop trying to think and predict what he'll do next and simply react when he does it.
When he finally pulls back, it's almost reluctant. You're left leaning forward, lips parted, chasing the space he leaves behind.
"...Oh," you breathe.
Albedo's hand finally settles at your waist, light but anchoring. Albedo watches you carefully. He doesn't step away after the first kiss.
"You're thinking again," he says quietly.
Heat creeps into your cheeks. You try to steady your breathing.
"I'm not—"
"Don't lie," he interrupts gently, "I can feel it."
His thumb brushes your wrist, light, grounding.
"I'll let you retry it."
Before you can respond, he leans in again.
The second kiss is different.
Albedo closes the distance without hesitation this time, mouth fitting to yours with practiced ease. You respond instinctively, but seemingly too quickly, and he pulls back just enough to correct you.
"Slower," he murmurs against your lips, "follow me."
He kisses you again immediately, giving you no time to overthink his gentle instructions. His pace is deliberate, guiding you into it.
You adjust without realizing it.
"There," he says softly, "that's better."
The approval sends a small jolt through you.
You try again, more careful this time. He hums quietly in response. He stays close, correcting with touch instead of words now, guiding you with subtle shifts you won't have to think about.
The kiss continues on, slow and measured. When Albedo finally pulls back, his forehead rests lightly against yours.
"You see?" he says, "you're not incapable."
Your voice comes out softer than you expect, "...you make it easy."
His eyes soften at that.
"That," Albedo replies, "is the point."
Your confidence utterly deteriorated now.
notes , this was meant 2 b like… academic rivals but…. then i had a small thought 4 likeeee? teaching how 2 kiss n also .. the idea of nerd albedo who could lowk get it on .. iykwim 😛 ok sry! tho the academic rivalry is clearly. 1 sided! i think albedo wants that cookie…
Venti’s hair was still damp from rushing out of the shower, as he pushed the glass of the convenience store doors open, the bells jingling lightly behind him. The air inside was stale with the bright, white lights and cold shift in the air. His shift had just started, but his mind was still tangled up in the messages from just a few hours ago. He slipped behind the counter, gently tying on his apron.
As he arranged some snacks near the register, he looked up, and there you were. The same girl from the other night, browsing the the drink aisle with a tired but quiet air hovering around you. Same style of outfit. Oversized and dark clothes, hood up even with a hat and mask on. Venti watched as your fingers hovered briefly over the same shelves you’d browsed the night before, the night with alcohol and slumped shoulders. You moved slowly, scanning drink labels as if you couldn’t read them.
He didn’t want to make it obvious, but something about seeing you reach near the same bottle again made his stomach twist. He’s really tying his best to seem casual, yet it’s failing greatly.
“Hey,” Venti said, flashing his usual bright smile. You glanced over, a little startled but then relaxed with a short nod.
“Oh, hi.”
The two of you fell into an easy, if slightly awkward, silence.
“You’re here again.”
You shrugged, voice low yet soft.
“Needed something. Couldn’t stay inside all day.”
He nodded, understanding more than he let on.
“I get that. I hate staying in one place for too long, you know?”
Venti stepped in before you made another move. He grabbed a bottle of tea from the fridge, then leaned casually against the counter.
“But may I interest you in this limited edition, life saving, heart healing tea? The peach tea here’s pretty good. Sweet, but just the right amount.”
He shakes the drink at you, puppy eyes pleading try this instead. You blinked at him, exchanging small glances, seemingly uncomfortable in the silence. You looked at the sweet tea in his hands, then at the bottle of sharp alcohol in your own. Eyeing the bottle in your hands as you thought, but after a few seconds, you set it back and took the “life saving tea” from his gentle grip.
“You’re persistent.. You do this to everyone, or just me?” You muttered, a faint frown pulling at your lips. He grinned unknowingly, walking backwards toward the counter.
“Only the cute ones who look like they haven’t slept since Tuesday,” Venti smiled, relieved that his on the spot plan seemed to work, but trying not to show it too much, Venti continues, “wanna talk?”
You hesitated, then smiled faintly.
“Maybe later.”
He smiled back, letting the moment stretch before gently adding, “if you want, I can give you my number.”
You blinked, surprised but didn’t answer right away. Venti waited patiently, heart pounding quietly as his sweetly palms grip the counter. Finally, you fished your phone out, soft fingers hovering over the screen.
“Okay.”
You typed slowly, then handed the phone over to him. Venti grinned as he saved the number, feeling a small spark of hope. At the register, he rang you up, he tapped lightly on the counter.
“Since my good customer service worked, I feel like I’ve earned something.”
“Hm?”
“Your name,” he gave you the most charming smile he could manage, “I’m Venti, remember?”
You handed over your drink without answering. Your fingers paused over your wallet, pretending to think. There was a flicker in your eyes as you leaned forward above the counter, just a little.
“Mmm… but I think I like not telling you. Makes it more fun, doesn’t it?”
He blinked, caught between confusion and amusement as you paid and picked up your bag.
“What, no fair! Now I have to guess?”
You grabbed your bag and took a few steps back toward the door, teasing, “You’re good at costumer service. Maybe you’ll be good at that too.”
Venti watched the door after you were gone, thumb hovering over the number like it might disappear. The bell jingled again as you left.
SYNOPSIS › After the popular idol of Skyward Sonnet, YN, falls into a hiatus after a dating scandal, many of her fans are worried and some feel betrayed. However, none of them are as worried as the head on her online fan club, Venti himself. Going out of his way to cheer her up, he ends up finding his pictures flooded over the internet. "YNs cute fangirl syndrome affects her the most.." In which, YN finds his efforts cute, but? Fangirl? He's no girl!
TAGLIST › @thingforxiao, @devosin , @flos-lunae , @jiminscarmex , comment/send an ask if u want!!
NOTES › this was meant 2 be connect w chapter 2. but i separated them..
SYNOPSIS › After the popular idol of Skyward Sonnet, YN, falls into a hiatus after a dating scandal, many of her fans are worried and some feel betrayed. However, none of them are as worried as the head on her online fan club, Venti himself. Going out of his way to cheer her up, he ends up finding his pictures flooded over the internet. "YNs cute fangirl syndrome affects her the most.." In which, YN finds his efforts cute, but? Fangirl? He's no girl!
TAGLIST › @thingforxiao , @devosin , @flos-lunae , @jiminscarmex , comment/send an ask if u want!!
NOTES › im trying 2 make chapters more text based only 😭 cs its a smau.. idk if ppl prefer text > writing or text < writing.. i js like 2 write. thanks bye idk ion have many notes 4 these anymore
You wake up with your head pounding and mouth dry. A headache throbs behind your eyes like a dull, relentless beating. There’s an empty water bottle by your bed, that you don’t remember getting, and your phone dimly glowing by side of your bed. Buzzing occasionally from notifications you haven’t checked in days. It’s stupid, you think. It’s so stupid. But still… you squint, reach for it, and open twitter without thinking. Your name’s still the trending.
You scroll. And scroll. Some of it hurts. Some of it doesn’t even register in your mind anymore. You keep scrolling anyway, like you’ll eventually find the end of it. But you don’t, there is no end. Photos, opinions, recycled hashtags, jokes with your name in them.
But eventually, you find light in the dark tunnel. A blurry photo, taken from across the street. Handwritten signs. A few people in coats holding them up under gray skies. You blink. It’s not a crowd. Not even 50 people. But your throat tightens anyway. Your fingers hesitate as you scroll again. Another angle, same place.
This time, theres someone in the center. Long hair in a hoodie, holding a protest sign that reads “SmileForYN, not the rumors” with a determined look on their face. The comments are mostly teasing.
“Who is the girl in the middle lmao”
“She’s pretty tho??”
“I want friends like this..”
You squint again at the photo. It’s kind of dark, kind of hard to tell. The long hair throws you off. Theyre smiling, wide and oddly carefree. Something about the annoying grin reminds you of the guy from the convenience store.
...No, probably not. You brush the thought off. Coincidence. Still, you can’t stop yourself as you stare at the screen, typing words that will seem foreign to you after this hangover. The words look weird. Like someone else typed them. And for a moment, the pounding in your head feels a little softer. You meant every word.
SYNOPSIS › After the popular idol of Skyward Sonnet, YN, falls into a hiatus after a dating scandal, many of her fans are worried and some feel betrayed. However, none of them are as worried as the head on her online fan club, Venti himself. Going out of his way to cheer her up, he ends up finding his pictures flooded over the internet. "YNs cute fangirl syndrome affects her the most.." In which, YN finds his efforts cute, but? Fangirl? He's no girl!
TAGLIST › @thingforxiao, @devosin, @flos-lunae , @jiminscarmex , comment/send an ask if u want!!
NOTES › um. idk. i didnt expect 2 do writing 4 so many chapters but its hard 2 fill a chapter w only text.. i wrote this back in june 😭😭 i feel so bad only js picking it back up now 😭😭…
hewwo… omh… im IM STILL HERE 😭😭 idk how long it’s been but i’ll still post i swear ohm i’m like writing this rn. ☺️ erm basically ummm like i wasn’t posting 4 a while cs i lost motivation a lil but then school started so i kinda. had 2! stop posting cs i was busy but.. trust.. i’m working on it 🥺🥺
hewwo… omh… im IM STILL HERE 😭😭 idk how long it’s been but i’ll still post i swear ohm i’m like writing this rn. ☺️ erm basically ummm like i wasn’t posting 4 a while cs i lost motivation a lil but then school started so i kinda. had 2! stop posting cs i was busy but.. trust.. i’m working on it 🥺🥺
The storm outside is getting worse. Wind lashes against the window like sharp claws, and thunder shakes the wall every few minutes. You lay awake, blanket pulled high over your shaking body, eyes on the ceiling. You tell yourself it’s just your imagination, pretending the shadows in the hallway haven’t been shifting for the last 15 minutes.
You turn onto your side. That’s when you hear it, the creaking sound of your bedroom door, moving open just an inch.
You sit up slowly, every hair on your body standing straight. Your hand reaches towards your phone in a panic. For a second, you swear you hear whispering, maybe even a light giggle. Something soft and breathy. Your door creaks again.
“…Seriously? If this is another one of your dumb pranks..”
A shadow slips inside. Silence, then suddenly..
“BOO!!”
“HU TAO—!” you shout as she pops out from behind your door, dressed in an oversized, white shirt like a low budget ghost. You jerk away, heart pounding in your chest, yet she’s laughing, completely unapologetic. She flops down beside your bed, grinning.
You blink, trying to steady your breath.
“Oh Archons, the look on your face!” Hu Tao wheezes, kicking her legs around in the air.
You blink, still shaken, sitting up straighter, “Is this your idea of a prank?”
“I’m just trying to survive the storm,” she says with mock innocence. Then, eyes gleaming, she darts forward, right into your personal space. Your back hit the headboard, nearly knocking the dimly lit lamp over.
“Hu Tao!” you snap, half annoyed, “do you want me to have a heart attack?”
She giggles, “maybe a little! But honestly, the storm’s really freaking me out.”
“Go back to your room,” you say sharply, pulling the blanket up around your shoulders like a shield, “it’s late, and the storm’s not a good excuse to barge in my room like a creep.”
Hu Tao doesn’t move.
Instead, that mischievous grin widens, and she gets closer.
“I’m just a poor, helpless maiden, frightened by the wrath of the storm,” she murmurs dramatically.
You groan, “seriously? Not tonight.”
She gasps, one hand flying to her chest, “but I had to get in here! The storm’s scary and your bed is warm, ya know!”
You cross your arms, still catching your breath, “you could’ve just knocked.”
She shrugs, then slips under the blanket beside you without waiting for permission. You try to block her with a hand.
“Seriously, no—”
But she’s already under the covers, curling up against your side like she belongs there. Her head rests lightly against your chest as cold fingers brush your arm.
You sigh. Loudly.
“You just scared the hell out of me, and now you’re cuddling like nothing happened?”
“Mhm,” Hu Tao answers, already sounding sleepier, more smug than sorry. Her breathing starts to slow.
You mutter, barely audible, “fine.”
She hums in response, one arm slides across your soft chest as she burrows in like a stray cat. She shifts closer, a soft sigh escaping her lips, fingers tightening slightly around your wrist. You stiffen for a moment, wanting to scold her again. Yet, you reluctantly wrap an arm around her.
She’s still smiling when she whispers, “you like having me here.” You don’t respond, but you don’t let go either. You find yourself relaxing, the chill in the air replaced by something warmer.
notes , ok i lowkey barely proof read this a so if anything’s wrong um it’s not my fault.. not my fault? like.. muu kusunoki? anyway! happy birthday hu tao! even tho this will be posted earlier than your birthday! yay!
You waited until it was late. Later than usual, past the time anyone would check on you. The halls were quiet. You kept your head down, hoodie up, mask snug on your face. You hadn’t spoken to anyone in three days, maybe four. It’s hard to tell time when every day felt the same after that. And you surely didn't want to open up social media.
You really didn’t have a reason to leave that night, but staying still hurts. If anyone asked, you could just say you wanted a breath of fresh air, couldn’t you? Managers wouldn’t care and no ones going to notice an non active idol is even gone. You just wanted to move. To feel something isn’t the dorms stuffy air or the pressure of your guilt.
You ended up at the same place again. The convenience store with buzzing lights and too many snack aisles, you couldn’t remember the name though.
You pushed the door open quietly and stepped inside. He was there again.
The boy behind the counter. Green eyes, soft smile, kind of looks like he got hired just for being pretty. Is that mean? He glanced up and greeted you with the same stupid little smirk that makes your shoulders tense and chest rise up. Yet, he never offered anything but a comforting smile. Until that night, it seems.
“Midnight snack?”
Ugh, it’s so bright it here I can barely see… wait, is that a guy? Why does she look so familiar?
You didn’t say anything back. Just continued to drift your head toward the drink aisle and stare for seemingly too long. Your hands shook when you reached for the small bottle of liquor. You weren’t sure why you would even grab it. You’ve never done this before. Never bought alcohol. Never wanted to. You placed it on the counter like it might explode if you’re not careful. Glass bottle, fragile. He didn’t flinch. Just scanned it, slowly, like he was giving you time to change your mind.
“You sure that’s all? Weve got melon soda. Or sad looking sugar cookies. Two for one! If you wanna cry with a friend.”
You almost laughed.
“Or you could have them both! No judging of course!”
“Im fine.”
You sounded like you’d forgotten how to talk, you’ve never really had a reason to talk to this guy. Yet, you managed to give a slow nod back as you kept all your thoughts to yourself.
You walked out the brightly lit store, hidden in your sleeve was the bottle, like your guilty of some crime. While you slowly walked in the midnight air, you could feel your phone vibrating with notifications, probably from them. Definitely from them.
But you didn’t want to go back to that cramped building just yet.
The streets are mostly empty, save for the quiet hum of streetlights. You found a bench near a vending machine, the kind that seems to flicker slowly, making too much noise in the quiet street. You sat, fingers sweaty as you pulled the bottle from your pocket. Just a small sip. It wasn’t good. Really, you weren’t even sure if you liked it. But it shut your brain up for a second. And that’s just what you wanted tonight. You rested your head back against the bench, eyes fluttering shut beneath your hood. You took one more sip, then tucked the bottle away.
If you went back now, surely everyone would be asleep. They’ll definitely bring up everything. How you’ve been ignoring them and haven’t told them about your, probably now, ex. It’s a little scary in the dark, but for now, you’re just someone on a bench.
Your legs felt heavier on the way home. You kept your hood up and head down. Your building glows faintly at the end of the street. You wonder if anyone saw you leave, wonder if anyone even cares. Then again, it’s probably just the alcohol getting to you. First time drinker, right? You passed by the practice rooms door without looking as you finally reached your room. Closing the door softly, you drifted your eyes to sleep. It’ll all feel better after you let it soak in.
SYNOPSIS › After the popular idol of Skyward Sonnet, YN, falls into a hiatus after a dating scandal, many of her fans are worried and some feel betrayed. However, none of them are as worried as the head on her online fan club, Venti himself. Going out of his way to cheer her up, he ends up finding his pictures flooded over the internet. "YNs cute fangirl syndrome affects her the most.." In which, YN finds his efforts cute, but? Fangirl? He's no girl!
NOTES › um none bye lols i feel like this is ass already
TAGLIST › @thingforxiao, @devosin, just comment/send an ask if u want!!
SYNOPSIS › After the popular idol of Skyward Sonnet, YN, falls into a hiatus after a dating scandal, many of her fans are worried and some feel betrayed. However, none of them are as worried as the head on her online fan club, Venti himself. Going out of his way to cheer her up, he ends up finding his pictures flooded over the internet. "YNs cute fangirl syndrome affects her the most.." In which, YN finds his efforts cute, but? Fangirl? He's no girl!
TAGLIST › @thingforxiao ,
NOTES › um time stamps dont matter btws. this part also had a written section that.. i removed ❤️ but it’s still there
SKYWARD SONNET OFFICIAL › A rising girl group known for their vocals and dreamy, ethereal visuals. Each member brings a distinct charm, from celestial elegance to more nature like warmth, making them a fan favorite across Teyvat. But behind their polished stage personas lie deeper struggles. Scandals, silence, and one member’s sudden hiatus threaten to fracture the entire company.
Teyvat Entertainment is one of the industry's biggest idol management agencies, known for building stars, and burning through them. They were behind Skyward Sonnet’s ascent and are now scrambling to control its fall. With one member out of sight and the rest under pressure, their focus is less on healing and more on headlines.
PAIMON NEWS › The loudest voice in entertainment gossip and industry leaks. Fast, flashy, and questionably ethical, Paimon News thrives on half truths and emotional fallout. Their headlines rarely ask permission and almost never tell the full story, but they do trend. They’ve been called out for their unmoral posts and many celebrities are terrified just by the mention of their name.
SYNOPSIS › After the popular idol of Skyward Sonnet, YN, falls into a hiatus after a dating scandal, many of her fans are worried and some feel betrayed. However, none of them are as worried as the head on her online fan club, Venti himself. Going out of his way to cheer her up, he ends up finding his pictures flooded over the internet. "YN’s cute fangirl syndrome affects her the most.." In which, YN finds his efforts cute, but? Fangirl? He’s no girl!
SYNOPSIS › these accs arent that needed… but i feel like i should still put them here bc like. idk ull seem them around in here so..
VENTI › A silly, but laid back college student and late night worker with at the corner store closest to YNs dorms. Often rambling, often wrong, unless its about YN! Closest with Dahlia. Drinks convenience store coffee with too much sugar and cream added. He created luckyfangirl originally just to post pictures of YN and celebrate anniversaries, but as it grew, he became more known in the community of fans. However, he strictly only posts YN on the account, and with the username, some people might mistake him for a girl. No one really cares to look at who created the account..
DAHLIA › Sharp, but endlessly teasing. Knows a little too much for someone who claims not to care. Many people can pour their hearts and troubles to him without noticing. Has a psychic intuition for who’s lying. Pretends he’s not online but replies immediately when it’s someone he actually wants to talk to.
FURINA › Flamboyant and overconfident, she is a walking dreamer. She is impatient and has a childlike temper, occasionally making remarks she doesn’t truly mean. However, she does care greatly for her friends and those she looks up to. Big YN fan and even bigger personality, fan before Venti and will not shut up about it, it’s how they met though! Plans fake interviews in the mirror and fangirls mid rant.
MONA › An astrologist of knowledge and high pride, yet always armed with the harsh truth. Mona can tell whether or not a person is lying, can sense their intentions from a single glance. She does not tolerate those who disrespect her, and secretly, those who disrespect her friends. She’s often nosy, getting details on drama she isn’t a part of. She always shows up exactly on time. Never early. Never late. You just turn around and she’s there.
ALBEDO › A reserved person, spending most of his time in his art studio. He isn’t fond of most social interactions, but has gained fame for his artwork. The one who always knows what’s going on, but won’t say a word unless someone asks. Doesn’t care for drama, but he’s always watching. Writes long cryptic texts that end with "or not. idk."
SYNOPSIS › After the popular idol of Skyward Sonnet, YN, falls into a hiatus after a dating scandal, many of her fans are worried and some feel betrayed. However, none of them are as worried as the head on her online fan club, Venti himself. Going out of his way to cheer her up, he ends up finding his pictures flooded over the internet. "YN’s cute fangirl syndrome affects her the most.." In which, YN finds his efforts cute, but? Fangirl? He’s no girl!
TAGLIST › @thingforxiao , just comment if u want!!
NOTES › lowkey i wish. i used different pictures 4 some of their profiles. idk y but the fact that theyre all like pictures of actual js. random real ppl i dont liek. that. but especially 4 the SkySon accs.. like its hard finding um official art of all the charas tgt that actually. looks like they go tgt. yk. idk. dont be surprised if dahlias pfp suddenly changes 2 a cat or furina gets an anime pfp. anyway that it um but idk how 2 order these when i actually upload them. currently it is. june 2nd at like 9pm. yep!!!!!!
YN › Idol on hiatus after a public dating scandal. She’s private, a little weary of the spotlight, but the kindest soul. Doesn’t have many friends. Imagine your closest friend is your manager. Keeps her emotions buried deep but craves real connection. Most likely to leave a message on read while reading it 3 times.. (she thought she replied!) Loves night walks, but sometimes her disguise makes her look a little scary. The corner store is like her safe spot, especially after meeting him.
YOIMIYA › The sunshine of the group loud, funny, definitely most chronically online. Once she chooses you, youre stuck with her. No takebacks. Loudest on variety shows. Once asked a reporter “why are you booing me, Im right." Could start a conversation with a rock and somehow make it fun. Cannot lie to save her life.
AYAKA › Soft spoken and sweet, shes often often the groups moral compass. Sends long texts of encouragement and tea recommendations when YN’s down, trying to get her out of bad habits. Never swears, but surprisingly firm when pushed. Technically a nepo baby, but feels bad if someone brings it up.
KOKOMI › Gentle, composed, and highly strategic in the public eye. Good at managing tension in group meetings. When stressed, she stares at vending machines without buying anything. Keeps detailed journals, but doodles dumb cartoons in her lyric sheets. Secretly follows fan accounts (and keeps a secret stash of gifts fans have given her). Accidentally slept in the studio and told no one.
LUMINE › Big sister energy with a constant headache. Knows when YNs not doing okay even if she says shes “fine.” Closest to YN and tends to quietly cover for her. Thinks before she speaks (most of the time), but always shows up when it counts. Shes secretly really good at claw machines. Her handwriting is perfect.
THOMA › Dependable and level headed. More like a housekeeper than a manager sometimes. He handles schedules, fan interactions, and everything in between. Manages emotions and logistics equally well. Protective over all the girls. Gets emotionally invested in fan letters and gifts more than the girls seem to sometimes..
SYNOPSIS › After the popular idol of Skyward Sonnet, YN, falls into a hiatus after a dating scandal, many of her fans are worried and some feel betrayed. However, none of them are as worried as the head on her online fan club, Venti himself. Going out of his way to cheer her up, he ends up finding his pictures flooded over the internet. "YNs cute fangirl syndrome affects her the most.." In which, YN finds his efforts cute, but? Fangirl? He's no girl!
TAGLIST › @thingforxiao , just comment if u want!!
NOTES › idk why the photos r so badly cropped… but it took me too long to organize so i dont wanna download all those photos again !!!! 😭😭 maybe i will n this msg wont make sense.. bc itll be fixed! (it wont) anyway um this story lowkey made by a D1 YAPPER ! so.. 🙏 all the notes sections r gon be. rly long yay!!! u dont gotta read its a whole lota nuthing…. get ready i thinks tho lols bye.. oh wait but unimportant the official SkySon accounts only follow each other + main SkySon acc.. i messed up big on the photos.. basically anything that isnt the official accs all follow each other yeppp thats all bye fr this time 🥀
