"You want me to introduce myself? I've gone by many names and titles during my journey. Although each one is more eminent than any ordinary mortal could imagine, they're all just water under the bridge to me now. Call me whatever you like. Go ahead, let me see what you can come up with. Don't disappoint me."
Stella ! | ENFP, a minor ! | a not so loyal scaramouche wife | my inbox is open, feel free to talk to me ! | carrd
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 >:[
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?
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 !!
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. heās also ready with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. every date with him is really memorable.Ā
alhaitham | it really depends. if its just a regular date then heāll prefer something simple, if you two are going out for something special, like your birthday, anniversary, etc.. then heād make it as memorable as possible, keeping your likes and dislikes in mind.Ā
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 heād 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 heāll pick a restaurant, somewhere you haven't been to yet but somewhere youāll enjoy. you like a romantic aura? then heāll pick somewhere with a romantic aura.Ā
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 heāll take you to a restaurant similar to your favorite, if theres none then heāll 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 heāll take you somewhere new. ive also heard from vi that heās 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)
[img: Epic Handshake meme with white shirt labeled "artists" and red shirt labeled "writers". Their handshake reads, "please tell us you like our work please god we are begging." /end]
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
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Your phone rang, it was from Scaramouche. āHello?ā you say, āHello? [Name]? Iāll be home late, I have to finish up a few thingsā he says. Heās a liar, you can hear music, heās most likely at a club, he was slurring his words too. āOh, okay, get home safeā you say, hanging up the phone.
You were sick of this. It wasnt the first time, it wasnāt the first time he came home late, reeking of alcohol. When he was home however, he didnāt really pay attention to you. You loved him so much, too much. You loved him too much, which is why youāre putting up with this. But you arenāt 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 āI love youā 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?Ā
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. āGood morningā you say, wrapping your arms around him. āMorningā he says before pushing you away, not even looking at you. āNo work today?ā you ask, āNo, my shift just starts later than usual. Iām going to get ready nowā He says, going upstairs.
Are you tired of me now?
Heās on his way home. You couldnāt take it anymore, so you decided to call him.Ā
āHello? Where are you?ā you say, mustering up all your courage.
āIn a taxi, you?ā he says.
āHome.ā you reply.
"Iām almost homeā youāre surprised he hasnt hung up the phone yet.
āIām sorryā sorry? Why is he saying sorry?
āFor whatā you say, knowing what heās sorry for.
āJustā¦ everythingā you can hear him sigh on the other end.
You recall all the times heās made you feel loved. Based on how heās talking it seems like heās had a long day, was now really the best time? The happiness you received from him was just a mere memory. You canāt 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, itās too late to fix it even if you tried.
āJust come homeā you reply.
You think for a bit before speaking again.
āHeyā¦ Nevermindā Are you sure? You still love him, of course. You donāt want to end things. But what about him? Does he still love you? Does he even care about your relationship?
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
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
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Your phone rang, it was from Scaramouche. āHello?ā you say, āHello? [Name]? Iāll be home late, I have to finish up a few thingsā he says. Heās a liar, you can hear music, heās most likely at a club, he was slurring his words too. āOh, okay, get home safeā you say, hanging up the phone.
You were sick of this. It wasnt the first time, it wasnāt the first time he came home late, reeking of alcohol. When he was home however, he didnāt really pay attention to you. You loved him so much, too much. You loved him too much, which is why youāre putting up with this. But you arenāt 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 āI love youā 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?Ā
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. āGood morningā you say, wrapping your arms around him. āMorningā he says before pushing you away, not even looking at you. āNo work today?ā you ask, āNo, my shift just starts later than usual. Iām going to get ready nowā He says, going upstairs.
Are you tired of me now?
Heās on his way home. You couldnāt take it anymore, so you decided to call him.Ā
āHello? Where are you?ā you say, mustering up all your courage.
āIn a taxi, you?ā he says.
āHome.ā you reply.
"Iām almost homeā youāre surprised he hasnt hung up the phone yet.
āIām sorryā sorry? Why is he saying sorry?
āFor whatā you say, knowing what heās sorry for.
āJustā¦ everythingā you can hear him sigh on the other end.
You recall all the times heās made you feel loved. Based on how heās talking it seems like heās had a long day, was now really the best time? The happiness you received from him was just a mere memory. You canāt 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, itās too late to fix it even if you tried.
āJust come homeā you reply.
You think for a bit before speaking again.
āHeyā¦ Nevermindā Are you sure? You still love him, of course. You donāt want to end things. But what about him? Does he still love you? Does he even care about your relationship?
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
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Your phone rang, it was from Scaramouche. āHello?ā you say, āHello? [Name]? Iāll be home late, I have to finish up a few thingsā he says. Heās a liar, you can hear music, heās most likely at a club, he was slurring his words too. āOh, okay, get home safeā you say, hanging up the phone.
You were sick of this. It wasnt the first time, it wasnāt the first time he came home late, reeking of alcohol. When he was home however, he didnāt really pay attention to you. You loved him so much, too much. You loved him too much, which is why youāre putting up with this. But you arenāt 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 āI love youā 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?Ā
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. āGood morningā you say, wrapping your arms around him. āMorningā he says before pushing you away, not even looking at you. āNo work today?ā you ask, āNo, my shift just starts later than usual. Iām going to get ready nowā He says, going upstairs.
Are you tired of me now?
Heās on his way home. You couldnāt take it anymore, so you decided to call him.Ā
āHello? Where are you?ā you say, mustering up all your courage.
āIn a taxi, you?ā he says.
āHome.ā you reply.
"Iām almost homeā youāre surprised he hasnt hung up the phone yet.
āIām sorryā sorry? Why is he saying sorry?
āFor whatā you say, knowing what heās sorry for.
āJustā¦ everythingā you can hear him sigh on the other end.
You recall all the times heās made you feel loved. Based on how heās talking it seems like heās had a long day, was now really the best time? The happiness you received from him was just a mere memory. You canāt 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, itās too late to fix it even if you tried.
āJust come homeā you reply.
You think for a bit before speaking again.
āHeyā¦ Nevermindā Are you sure? You still love him, of course. You donāt want to end things. But what about him? Does he still love you? Does he even care about your relationship?
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. āHello?ā you say, āHello? [Name]? Iāll be home late, I have to finish up a few thingsā he says. Heās a liar, you can hear music, heās most likely at a club, he was slurring his words too. āOh, okay, get home safeā you say, hanging up the phone.
You were sick of this. It wasnt the first time, it wasnāt the first time he came home late, reeking of alcohol. When he was home however, he didnāt really pay attention to you. You loved him so much, too much. You loved him too much, which is why youāre putting up with this. But you arenāt 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 āI love youā 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?Ā
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. āGood morningā you say, wrapping your arms around him. āMorningā he says before pushing you away, not even looking at you. āNo work today?ā you ask, āNo, my shift just starts later than usual. Iām going to get ready nowā He says, going upstairs.
Are you tired of me now?
Heās on his way home. You couldnāt take it anymore, so you decided to call him.Ā
āHello? Where are you?ā you say, mustering up all your courage.
āIn a taxi, you?ā he says.
āHome.ā you reply.
"Iām almost homeā youāre surprised he hasnt hung up the phone yet.
āIām sorryā sorry? Why is he saying sorry?
āFor whatā you say, knowing what heās sorry for.
āJustā¦ everythingā you can hear him sigh on the other end.
You recall all the times heās made you feel loved. Based on how heās talking it seems like heās had a long day, was now really the best time? The happiness you received from him was just a mere memory. You canāt 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, itās too late to fix it even if you tried.
āJust come homeā you reply.
You think for a bit before speaking again.
āHeyā¦ Nevermindā Are you sure? You still love him, of course. You donāt want to end things. But what about him? Does he still love you? Does he even care about your relationship?
