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➷ character: diluc ragvindr x reader
➷ type: angst
➷ warnings: -
➷ song rec: sour grapes, lesserafim
“would you ever fall in love?”
diluc looks up from his paperwork, staring at you with an incredulous look.
you were splaid out on his couch, chewing on a strip of bubblegum. dawn winery was always where you hung out after doing commisions from the guild. it was a cool, humid place, perfect to take a nap or occasionally disturb diluc.
he was your work friend - at least, you consider him yours. he considers you to be mostly a disturbance in his work. you were dispatched to protect the dawn winery area, and with that came the task of protecting the owner himself. he was tall, buff, with hefty red hair. currently, it was tied up in a low ponytail, a hair or two ocasionally dropping down and blocking his eyesight. truly, it was a sight to behold, diluc ragvindr, tucking his hair behind his ears like a schoolgirl.
“what’s with the look, pretty boy?” you tease, shooting him a wink. at that, he immidiately ducks his head again, a faint blush on his cheeks. “answer the question!”
“i’m busy. stop disturbing me.”
you roll your eyes. busy my ass, you think. “come on, diluc. answer.” he cringes internally at the use of his first name, but he makes no effort to answer. at that, you roll your eyes - even harder, if that’s possible. “if you don’t answer, i’ll disturb you and you can’t do anything except listen to me talk.” you threaten, standing up and approaching diluc at his table. diluc looks at you, a little exhausted by your antics, but when you menacingly reach a hand out to take his pen, he raises his hand.
“grapes.”
you pause, raising your eyebrow. “uh, okay, i’ll tell adelinde to bring you some grape-” diluc shakes his head firmly. “no. grapes… they’re sour. when you bite, juice spills out and - bleh.” so, yes to wine, but no to grapes. fun! “point is.” he exclamates his point by putting his finger on the table. “to me, love is exactly like that. no matter how hard you try, at the end of the day, grapes will always be sour.”
is he speaking from experience? it was a weird analogy. you blinked, still processing. “you done?” diluc asks, a bit curious on why you were silent. after another beat of silence, he coughs. “if you are, i’ll get to working now.” he quickly picks up his pen, ready to start scribbling on vicious notes on the newest intern’s report.
“you’re wrong.”
diluc looks up at you, half-surprised by your reply, half-exhausted-and-needs-to-do-his-work. “grapes aren’t all bad, honey. you literally own the greatest wine company in teyvat! you, of all people should know how sweet grapes can be, diluc. sure, once in a while you get a sour one, but that’s part of the fun, right? the satisfaction, once you find a perfectly sweet one.”
as you lean in closer, his heartbeat picks up and he can feel sweat trickle down his back. whoo, it’s hot, isn’t it? he gulps, trying to avoid eye contact with you. “don’t be scared to fall in love, pretty boy. after all, not every grape you eat’ll turn out to be sour.” you smile, and ugh, diluc’s heart feels like it’s beating in his stomach.
“shit! i have a meeting at the knights’ headquarters - jean’s going to be so mad if i’m late.” you suddenly exclaim, making diluc shift in his seat. you quickly gather your things, and finally, you say goodbye. “i’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” you don’t wait for his response as you rush out the door. it seemed like diluc was lucky today. his heart finally slows down, and he can control his breathing. from his office, he can hear you greeting tunner with a chipper tone. at the sound of you going “drink your medicine, old man!”, he smiles, an unknowing blush forming on his face.
note: i know this probably won't do too well since it's not a reader insert, but i've always wanted to explore the twins' relationship more after timeskip. anyway, they are so precious to me. would you believe me if i said i cried while writing this?
summary: atsumu feels the loss of his brother a little too much sometimes
warning: none, really. just sad hours.
word count: 1.6k
being a professional volleyball player, atsumu doesn’t get a lot of days off from training. whether it be in season (he shudders thinking about the weeks of back breaking workouts) or off season, the man is almost always working on improving his play. it keeps him busy enough that he doesn’t have the time or energy to think about other things.
but atsumu has a week long break now. and time off from training means more time to think. and suddenly his three bedroom, two bath apartment with an open design kitchen which he bought to rub in osamu’s face to prove that he’s doing better, that he’s happier, is suffocating. suddenly he doesn’t want to win that stupid challenge with his brother anymore.
it’s his third day off and he’s lounging on his couch in day old pyjamas because he can’t be bothered to make an effort. he’s meant to rest anyway, give him a break. phone in hand he mindlessly scrolls away, opening and closing apps, replying to a text from shoyo who’s planning to get everyone to meet up for breakfast tomorrow, and then opening and closing the same apps again.
asumu’s gaze flickers to the banner that pops up on top of his screen.
“1 year ago today…”
the google photos notification is accompanied by a small and blurry picture. atsumu clicks on it, wondering what the date is (he doesn’t keep track of days outside of competitions), and if anything important happened a year ago at this time. he clicks on the notification before he can get to checking the date.
it’s a screenshot. a slightly pixelated picture of osamu and kita on a video call with him. the small box that shows his video adorns him in the japan national team uniform. he’s sweaty, a towel hanging from his neck, but he’s beaming, his brother grinning back at him while his former captain smiles in pride.
when atsumu had found out he’d get to play in the 2021 olympics he had been ecstatic, rushing over to onigiri miya to tell his brother the news. and while osamu prepared his favorite tuna and spring onion onigiri, atsumu pretended not to notice the way his brother’s shoulders wracked with sobs, the way his brother’s eyes gleamed as he handed him a plate full of onigiri, the way his brother’s lips turned up in a small smile as he watched atsumu down the food.
he pretends not to notice his brother’s love. he pretends not to notice how much his absence hurts. he pretends not to notice how much he wishes he could turn back time.
as if on cue, he gets a call from osamu, and he has to take deep breaths to stop himself from bursting into tears at the name on the screen. he swipes right and exhale.
“hey, ‘samu.” he hopes his voice doesn’t sound as tired as he feels.
“where have you been, man? you’ve been free for a few days and haven’t visited yet.” osamu’s voice is smooth. if atsumu closes his eyes he can almost pretend his brother is in front of him.
“you could’ve visited as well!” atsumu exclaims. atsumu looks over at one of the two spare bedrooms from where he lays on the couch. he pretends he didn’t get a three instead of a two bedroom apartment so osamu could move in with him. he pretends he doesn’t keep the drawers stacked with some of his clothes and toiletries.
“you know i can’t do that.” he can feel osamu rolling his eyes.
and while miya atsumu is happy and more better off than he’s ever been, he can’t ignore the fact that he wants his brother beside him. he can’t ignore the fact that he’s tired of pretending.
“are you going to-“
“‘samu?” atsumu cuts off his brother, barely stopping his voice from breaking. he hears osamu’s breath hitch on the other end, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing.
“hey, you’re okay, right? ‘tsumu?” he can hear the panic in osamu’s voice. “what’s wrong?”
and that’s what does it.
atsumu heaves in a sob, pulling the phone away from his ear, and pushing his face into the crook of his elbow. his tears get soaked up by his sleeve, some running down his face as he tries to stop his cries.
“atsumu, please, you’re scaring me.”
he takes in a shaky breath, before putting the phone back to his ear.
but he barely manages to get the words out before he’s breaking down into more sobs.
“i miss you so much.” atsumu’s voice is heavy with exhaustion. heavy with pain, he thinks.
“i’m right here, ‘tsumu, why are you saying that?” osamu questions, voice soft and comforting. it still surprises atsumu how good his brother is at making him feel better. “you know you can come see me whenever you want.”
there’s a silence from his end, followed by a sigh.
“i know i’ve been- i know i haven’t made as much of an effort to make time for you because of the shop,” he hears osamu sniffle and he hates himself for making his brother cry. “but i’m here for you, atsumu.”
atsumu shakes his head even though he knows osamu can’t see. the couch arm rest where he’s resting his head is slowly getting soaked in his tears.
“you’re my brother.” osamu’s voice wobbles. “you’re my best friend. right?”
and if atsumu thinks his heart couldn’t have broken any further, the uncertainty in osamu’s voice certainly proves him wrong. what kind of a brother was he for making osamu doubt their relationship?
“it’s not that.” atsumu cries. “it’s not that at all. i just-“
he sits up, wiping at his face with one hand and sniffling to clear his voice.
“i wish i had you next to me on the team. i miss-“
“‘tsumu-“
“i miss playing with you on the court.”
he doesn’t hear osamu say anything for a long time and for a moment he wonders if maybe the call cut off. but his brother is right there. he’s always right there.
“you remember that day i told you i’d be leaving volleyball? and we got into a huge fight?”
and if he closes his eyes he can pretend he’s right in front of him.
atsumu chuckles. he focuses his gaze on the edge of the coffee table in front of him and wills himself not to cry.
“how could i ever forget?”
“i never told you this, but oba-chan tried to stop me.”
atsumu sits up straight, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“she said you needed me beside you. that you wouldn’t be able to handle playing without me.” osamu laughs as if the very idea is ridiculous to him. “i asked her what kind of a grandmother she was for not believing in you.”
atsumu holds his breath.
“i’ve always known you’d do great things, ‘tsumu. i knew it the second you held a volleyball for the first time. and i could’ve never held up to that.”
“that’s not-“
“i wasn’t meant for that, ‘tsumu.” osamu’s voice is small. “you were.”
atsumu often wonders if osamu ever misses what they had. if he wishes they could just turn back time and stay in highschool. where they could be together. where they could prove just how deep their bond ran. atsumu often wonders if osamu misses him like he does.
“do you miss it?” atsumu holds his breath. he can’t help, but sound hopeful, can’t help but wish that osamu wants him back too.
“tsumu-“
“do ya?”
“i don’t miss playing volleyball, atsumu.”
“oh.” atsumu tries to keep the disappointment out of his voice. tries not to show his brother that he got to him.
“but i do miss playing with you. and part of growing up is realising that you can’t always hold onto the past. no matter how much you want to.”
atsumu leans back on the couch, and closes his eyes. he wishes he wasn’t always so tired.
“we were meant for different paths. and even though it hurts to think about how much we’ve given up, look at all that you’ve gained as well, ’tsumu.”
“i wish we weren’t so busy.”
“i wish so, too. god knows i need a break.” osamu lets out a breath. “but i’m always by your side. and i always will be. you’re my little brother after all.”
“will you make my favorite onigiri if i come over?” atsumu asks, voice muffled. a stray tear slides down his cheek and he wipes it away.
“i’ll make you anything you want, ‘tsumu.” and atsumu knows his brother would.
“okay.” he whispers.
“okay.” osamu whispers back. “i’ll see you.”
and atsumu wishes he was 17, but he’s 27 now, 10 years older than the him who used to play volleyball with osamu by his side. and he still misses setting for his brother. he still misses knowing he’d always be there to hit whatever he threw his way.
but he’s also proud of all that his brother’s achieved, even if it was something that pulled them away from each other.
and osamu knows he was once 17, but he’s 27 now, 10 years older than the him who used to play volleyball with atsumu by his side. and he still misses having his brother set for him. he still misses knowing he’d always be there to throw his way.
but he also knows that life goes on, and you have to keep looking forward. onto better things. and he’ll be there to tell atsumu that as much as he needs.
“oh, and ‘tsumu.” he almost forgot he was still on call.
“yeah?”
“i always wanted you to win our stupid challenge.”
who was atsumu kidding? he was as close to his brother as he’d ever been.
feedback and constructive criticism is much appreciated!!
➷ character: tsukishima x reader
➷ type: angst
➷ warnings: hospitals, car crash
➷ song rec: places we won’t walk - bruno major
tsukishima remembered the day it happened.
the day went by as usual, with helping around the museum as well as volleyball practice. but somehow, he had a stupid, large smile on his face. he was happy. he felt excited to go home to you as he took the train.
it all felt so perfect. the air smelled like summer and the breeze felt fresh. nothing could ever go wrong, tsukishima thinks, as he opens the door to your shared apartment.
the smell of warm broth wafted in the air as he arrived, a small smile playing on his face. “hi! back so soon?” you ask, bringing an even wider smile onto his face. “mmhm.” tsukishima kisses your neck, his favourite spot. “okay… what’s got you so happy, hm?” you ask, suspicious that he was so affectionate.
“what did you do with my boyfriend, hm?” you raised your spoon threateningly against him, a small smile on your face. “hey, i’m not that horrible.” tsukishima frowns, making you giggle. “yes, you really are that horrible.” you smile at him. “i was just making dinner. you know -” you turn off the stove and plate the soup in bowls. “- i think i’m getting better at cooking! i made seaweed soup. very intermediate.”
“hm, says who?” tsukishima picks up the bowl, carrying it to the couch. “my mom! you know she’s always right, tsukki!” he laughs, heart bursting with love. “come, let’s eat.” you say, sitting down on the couch while tsukishima follows. tsukishima eats the seaweed soup, and it’s a little too salty, but he decides to shut up once he sees you smile happily.
“i love you.”
the sudden confession causes you to choke a little, tsukishima only snorting in response. you look at him oddly while he simply wolfs down his soup. “you’re so sappy all of a sudden!” you exclaim, shocked. “well, i love you too.” with tsukishima, i love yous don’t come as often, so you savor the moment by just sitting in silence, basking in the glory.
“oh! i forgot my phone in my car, shit!” you suddenly shout, startling the blonde as he rustles through his pockets. “i’ll get it for you.” tsukishima offers, but you shake your head and stand up. “the parking lot’s like - right downstairs. i’ll be back.” you kiss his cheek as you pick up your car keys.
“don’t miss me too much.”
the first few minutes, he doesn’t worry too much, forcing himself to finish his bowl of soup. he thinks, “everything’s going to go great.” the next few minutes, he starts to wonder. what was taking so long? maybe you couldn’t find your car.
it had been 15 minutes since you left, and tsukishima is debating on whether he should find you or not. he bites his lip in anxiousness as he sits on the couch, gripping his phone and observing the front door. praying, that you’d come back and everything would just go on.
tsukishima’s phone rings, but it’s from an unknown number. “hello?”
“hello, this is sendai city hospital. is this tsukishima kei?”
his heart drops, and he gulps nervously. “yes, how can i help you?” his voice is shaky as he begs that this was not related to you.
“ah, yes.” some shuffling is heard from over the phone.
“y/n y/l/n was in a car accident 15 minutes ago and is currently in the operating room. they have severe blood loss as well as injury to the lungs.”
tsukishima is silent. his heart had dropped to his stomach and his face is burning from shock.
“we were wondering if you could inform their family and friends? thank you.”
tsukishima doesn’t want to break into tears. he doesn’t want to be in pain. but he doesn’t want to lose you. after a steady beat, he mutters a response. “i’ll be there.”
alas, he sits down near your bed, a ring in his hand. he closes his eyes as he replays the moment over and over – how if you just came back, you’d be engaged by now. his eyes feel like they’re about to burst again - but tsukishima takes a deep breath. he holds your hand softly, like he’s afraid to hurt you.
➷ character: modern!xiao x gn!reader
➷ type: fluff
➷ warnings: n/a
➷ song rec: lover - taylor swift
xiao who always gets caught staring at you. whether in class or during lunch, his eyes were always fixed on you. his friends would scold him, saying, “why are you so obsessed with them?” and he’d never know the answer. when you catch xiao staring at you, he looks away quickly, his cheeks stained pink.
slowly, xiao tries to talk to you. the first day, he could barely mutter a “what are you eating?” before running off. the second, he asked you about homework. day by day, sentences were getting longer, and he got more comfortable, even asking for your number.
the day he asked you out – it was weird. he asked to meet at the café across the street after school, and you agreed. later on, you arrived, but he didn’t. so you waited. for 2 hours, you sat there, waiting, while the cake you ordered turned stale. to be frank, you had low expectations. he was part of the stupid volleyball team - of course he would flake on you! tons of other people were pining after him, it would be stupid to think that he’d pick y-
“they didn’t have the right flowers.”
xiao’s standing in front of you, hair a mess and a single flower in his hand. “i - i wanted to give you a bouquet, but they ran out of flowers! so i waited, but they still didn’t come and traffic happened – so i just picked something from the public park!” xiao rambled. you could only laugh, making xiao’s cheeks flare in embarrassment.
“wow… so much effort, xiao.” you chimed, observing the flower. “what’s the occasion?” at that, xiao blushed yet again, looking away. “uhm… dywannagoonaday…” xiao muttered, avoiding eye contact. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “what?”
“do you want to go on a date with me?” xiao asked, finally looking at you.
he swears, when you nod, his heart leaps. it felt like the whole world had finally become colourful – dramatic, yes – but he swears by it. “r-really?” xiao has to ask again, just in case it was all a dream. “yes, xiao. i’ll go on a date with you.”
xiao who feels so lucky to be your boyfriend. he always arrives early to greet you when you get to school. pays for your lunch most of the time and holds your hand when walking the halls. weekly dates have become a part of your schedule, as you can always expect xiao to ask you out.
time passes by quickly, and you find yourself sitting in the very same café where xiao asked you out. xiao arrives, a slice of cake in one hand and a small smile on his face. even after 6 years, xiao still has the same mysterious aura as he did in high school.
“hi. what took so long, babe?” you ask, picking up a spoon, ready to wolf down the cake. “sorry… the icing smudged and i wanted it to look perfect.” xiao says, sitting down across you. you start eating the cake, entranced by its sweet flavour, until your spoon hits something.
when you unravel the cake, you find a ring in between the layers. “oh my god, xiao!” you say, shocked. “someone dropped their ring in the cake! what if i had choked on it - i should sue this café! what is wrong with their workers?!” you ramble, face twisting in disgust. xiao can only grumble as he stands up and takes the ring from in between the cake. “you’re so stupid.” he wipes the ring softly with some tissue. right then, your heart leaps as you realize the question he’s about to ask.
“will you marry me?”
yk what... the urge to turn this into angst while writing was so... immense.
kang taehyun, happy birthday! you will not see this, i can assure that, so i’ll just say whatever i want. you’re the absolute love of my life plz never leave me baby. jk. sorry tae. anyhways, thank u so much for being in my life. you are my first ever bias, and i;d sell my kidney to meet you. i hope one day we can meet, and i can talk to you, and i can say all the things i love about you in person because posting on all my social media accounts is not enough. kang taehyun, i’m so glad you’re alive, and i’m so glad i found you! kang taehyun, i hope you grow up healthy and NEVER get covid. survive the apocalypse with yeonjun, soobin, beomgyu, and hyuka. make more content since you’re the only thing i look forward to. dear taehyun, i love you. happy birthday.
➷ character: huening kai x gn!reader
➷ type: fluff, angst
➷ warnings: cursing
➷ song rec: enough for you - olivia rodrigo
a/n: one of my longer works but this is nothing but text 👍👍
[ 2 months ]
y/n
hey!!
ningning ❁
hey y/n! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
y/n
heyy guess what i found!!
there’s a restaurant near your building, let’s go there!
ningning ❁
ooo, really? let’s eat there tonight, you up for it?
y/n
yes yes ofcc <33
can u pick me up pleasee
ningning ❁
of course~
anything for you hehe
i have to go, okee? stay safe!!
y/n
okayy, byee!!
[ 6 months ]
kaikaikaikai <33
AAAAAAA I SAW YOU ON MUBANK
YOU LOOK SO HOT MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS
y/n
you’re so dramatic 💀💀
i was really nervous tho 😭😭
kaikaikaikai <33
you did awesome babe
especially that dance break part
😭😭
y/n
HEHEHHEHEHEEHHEHE
getting you to simp for me is an accomplishment i should ss this
kaikaikaikai <33
EWWW LEAVE ME ALONE !! 🙄🙄
y/n
shut up you love me
kaikaikaikai <33
i do
ily
[ 12 months ]
my favourite
BABE
important news.
y/n
WHAT WHAT WHAT
don’t tell me ur breaking up with me...
i wanted to do it first 💅
my favourite
shut up you said you wanted to marry me just this morning 🙄🙄
ANYWAYS
avengers endgame is out... we have to watch it
y/n
OMFOMFOMFOMF REALLY
AYEE MY BABE NAT’S COMING BACK 💅💅
my favourite
natasha romanoff girlboss of the year me thinks...
god we have to watch it together
y/n
don’t u wanna hang out with yeonjun instead tho 🤔
my favourite
he’s watching it with soobin
#priorities
besides i like u more so
y/n
kiss kiss okay okay let’s watch it tomorrow u and i
my favourite
okayy
i’ll pick you up
y/n
OKAYY I LOVE YOUU 💖💗💞💓💗💓💞
my favourite
I LOVE YOU TOOO
[16 months]
y/n
what are you doing awake bruh
mine 💗💗
HEY YOU’RE AWAKE TOO 😡😡
y/n
i was watching emily in paris
emily is such a dumbass omfg i can’t get enough of this stupid series 🤤🤤
mine 💗💗
oooo really
i’ll watch it w/ u tomorrow, how’s that?
we can make fun of this emily lady together
y/n
YES 🤤💗
why you awake tho
r u overthinking again bb :((
mine 💗💗
it’s nothing it’s fine
y/n
r u sure? i’m always here to listen
mine 💗💗
i think not many people like me
people tell me i’m not a good idol and i’m just trying my best
y/n
no bb :(( have you seen your fans?
they love you so much!! you belong in txt, okay?
the members love you too. i love you.
mine 💗💗
yeaaah, ik...
but it just...
gets tiring. getting insulted over your looks and personality
what do they want me to do
y/n
nothing. you’re perfect
i’m coming over okay honey
mine 💗💗
WHAT NO ITS LIKE 1 AM
y/n
my love for you knows no limits 💪
i’m already on my way ok
mine 💗💗
i love you so much
[19 months]
y/n
HYUKAA~
i tried looking for you at the dorms today...
couldn’t find you
yeonjun said you went out!
where did you go? i brought you your favourite fried rice DD:
mine 💗💗
ooo hey baby
sorry,, a friend of mine asked to hang out
fried rice again?
y/n
i don’t know how to cook anything else
i’m not that amazing 😍😍
mine 💗💗
be better
make me something else lol 💀💀
just toss the fried rice
y/n
huh why?
mine 💗💗
it’s gonna stink at my dorms so u can eat it if u want LMAO
y/n
but i spent so much time on it :(
mine 💗💗
just toss it already
read on 18.51
[23 months]
y/n
good morning honey :DD
good luck for practice!! your cb is gonna be awesome i can feel it
do u want me to stop by for lunch? i’ll order takeout?
kai 💘
noo, that’s okay
i’m getting lunch with marie
y/n
isn’t she busy with her group?
okayy, just message me if you want me to come over for dinner instead <3
love youu
read on 13.28
[24 months]
y/n
where are you??
it’s getting late, i thought you were picking me up to go to dinner?
im just gonna take a cab.
kai??? hello???
kai 💘
sorry
i got busy
i’ll repay your cab
y/n
it’s not about my stupid cab
it’s the fact that you left me when you promised
you promised to pick me up
kai💘
i never promised??
i just said i would pick u up
so its ur fault for getting disappointed
please don’t turn this into some?? dumb argument
y/n
dumb argument??
well fuck you too, kai.
read on 21.26
[ 25 months ]
y/n
kai
i’m sorry for being hard on you these last few months
i’m just really tired...
ithink i should ask my manager for a hiatus lol
kai 💘
ok
it’s up to you
y/n
you won’t leave. right?
i know i’m tiring and we get into a lot of fights but i need you
please stay
kai 💘
i’m staying
i promise.
y/n
i love you.
read on 23.45
[ 27 months ]
y/n
OMFASUHDUSWD KAI KAI KAI
let’s binge watch wandavision!!
i missed the premiere because of work
let’s watch it tonight
what do you think?
kai?
read on 14.54
[ 28 months ]
kai
what the hell is wrong with you???
y/n
oh im glad your phone is fixed now
kai
yeah?? after you fucking smashed it against the ground??
what the fuck was your problem??
y/n
are you serious right now??
i heard you talking with your stupid college friends. calling me a clingy cockroach.
kai
it was a joke
don’t be so dramatic
y/n
what the fuck is wrong with you??
can’t you just admit your mistake?? apologize to me?
leaving me on read?? real mature, kai.
fuck you
[ the breaking point ]
y/n
what happened to us?
did i do something wrong??
why are you like this?
why did we grow so apart
you promised me
read on 14.43
im so bored and i have so much choo choo fuel to write.. also i write for marvel now because turns out im really in love with stephen strange... please step in my inbox and request something my loves
➷ character: kaeya alberich x gn!reader
➷ type: angst. heavy angst
➷ warnings: alcohol, cursing, angst
➷ song rec: tapestry - bruno major
(no picture because i’m lazy)
[17.24 pm, angel’s share]
as you wiped down the wooden countertop, a soft ding rung in the air. you looked up, prepared to greet the newest customers visiting angel’s share. unsurprisingly, kaeya and his latest toy walked in the bar, hand in hand, an enormous smile on both their faces. you could smell the sharp ting of alcohol and wood as he walked past you and sat on a table across the room. he really hasn’t changed, has he?
“welcome to angel’s share, what can i get you?” you said, taking out your notepad. you had always hated waiting to people - it was much nicer to just hang out behind the bar, serving drinks, but alas, here you were. “now… dear, what do you reccomend here?” kaeya asked, a sly smirk on his face. god, how much you’d pay to smack that stupid smirk right off of his stupid face. it was far too obvious that kaeya was here just to annoy you - the way his eyes were staring, the way he tilted his head- if you could punch him you would.
but you couldn’t.
you were in love with kaeya- and you couldn’t do anything about it.
of course, you and kaeya have dated in the past, a mere 4 months, but still. those times were one of the happiest you’ve been- at least that was until he broke your heart. you still remember the chest-tightening pain when he confessed that he didn’t love you anymore. the feeling of your heart breaking would be one that you remembered forever as he confessed that it was all just a game. you would always remember the fact that he didn’t love you the way you loved him- you would remember that he was a lying, piece of scum that toyed with your feelings.
but how could you hate him? the days where he was yours were still your favourite.
“hello?”
kaeya’s voice snapped you out of your trance. god, what was with this man? “sorry. our honey sticky roast is one of the best.” you continued - hoping to avoid overtime from your boss. “i’ll get the sticky honey roast then!” the chirpy and slightly annoying voice came from the girl kaeya was with. “what about you, baby?” she continued, poking kaeya. you raised your eyebrows - you knew that kaeya hated the nickname baby - he deemed it immature and annoying. god, but only you would know that, right?
the man frowned before nodding. “same for me then.” you nodded, and walked away, unable to listen to the two flirt with each other like children in middle school. you just sighed, preparing to accept more customers.
[09.56, stormbearer mountains]
the stars illuminated your path as you reached the peak of the mountains, overseeing mondstadt. you were tired - a busy shift at work, not to mention the heap of hillichurls chasing you on the way up. to you, stormbearer mountains was a way to escape. just for a second, the waves pause, and you have peace.
“late night hike, honey?”
ah, the waves rush at you again. you open your eyes, creasing your eyebrows. “kaeya?” you mutter, both in disbelief and annoyance. “stand down, seargent. i’m here for the view.” kaeya says, strolling past you and sitting on the edge. you can’t help but sigh in worry. “you’re too close to the edge, kaeya.”
you pull him back, sitting next to him. “thank you, honey.” he mutters, leaning on your shoulder. “what are you doing-” he puts a hand over your mouth- causing you to frown- but you don’t fight him. “hey, y/n?” he looks at you, and for once, he has a genuine look on his eyes. like he’s scared- but also curious- which also peaks your interest. “i’m sorry i hurt you.” he removes his hand from your mouth, smiling a little.
“it’s okay. i’ve already forgiven you.”
he’ll never be yours, you know. you feel your eyes burning as you start tearing up. why did he do that? thoughts run through your mind as you sit alone on his grave, staring at his tombstone. “why couldn’t you love me sooner, kaeya?”
he loved you. just for a split second - before he went away.
all your crying and begging to the archons were useless- because he was gone.
it had been long enough that you started to forget what she smelt like. you tried to rack your brain for a memory- just something that reminded you of how she smelt like- how she felt.
right on cue, jihyo walked into your shared apartment, taking off her mask and sighing.
“hey babe.“ god, even the word babe felt odd. jihyo only nodded as an acknowledgement, taking off her jacket and putting it on the counter.
you think to yourself, should you go over and kiss her? would she like it? would she push you away, with an excuse that she’s tired, or that she smells like alcohol?
“have you eaten dinner?“ jihyo asked.
you grumble in response, not in the mood to eat.
if only you knew what jihyo was thinking.
she was so tired. she just wanted some form of warmth, some form of safety- but why didn’t she find it in you? why was it different?
your cheerful tone rung in jihyo’s ears as she remembers the way you used to greet her. what changed?
“we need to talk, y/n.“ jihyo mutters, approaching you.
her tone alarms you- have you done something wrong? you sit upright, looking at her as she sits down across you.
“we need to break up.“
why did it feel so… relieving? it was odd- why did you feel lighter?
“we’re... not working. and- and i think you know that.“ jihyo confesses, looking down. was she ashamed? guilty? what if she felt the same way as you did?
you purse your lips, thinking of a reply.
“i... i guess i could see it coming.“ you chuckle sadly, looking at jihyo.
she let out a nervous sigh hearing your reply. “i’m sorry- i guess i wasted your time, huh?”
you look at jihyo, a soft look in your eyes.
jihyo still looked the same as she did back then. of course, she’s had a few things change over the years, but she did still have that same smile.
the one you fell in love with.
“i don’t regret a single moment i had with you, my dear.“ you call her by the affectionate nickname, hoping to remind her of the good times you had together.
“i don’t regret falling in love with you. my heart is forever yours. we were just... not meant for each other, my jihyo.“ you put your hands on her cheeks.
