#m.ine

[collectedstray]

i found it funny that dick hated talia and tried at every opportunity to get rid of her because he was jealous

but when he saw he could not defeat her alone he looked out for the only one who could help him: selina

[thomacrumbs]

how fortunate it is, to have you.

thoma is inazuma's most eligle bachelor, i mean, he's got everything down- from looks to smarts to housework, there seems to be nothing that phases him. well, there isn't, unless that something is his classmate (and crush of, like, seven years), in which he then finds himself less of a put together barista and a schoolboy in sixth grade again.

thoma x gn! reader. coffee shop! au. thoma's a mess but we love him. ♡s & ↻s appreciated! a/n at the end but this is for @kkayn! happy hols!

“hi! welcome to komo-” when he whirls around, bright, customer-service smile ready to dazzle someone with his wit & charm, he wasn't expecting you to be standing there, basked in the light of a winter afternoon, staring thoughtfully at the menu above his head.

calm down, thoma, it's just y/n- my god, it's y/n! wait- put down the cup before you fucking drop it & make a fool of yourself.

his suddenly shaking and sweaty hands set down the mug he was cleaning on the counter with a clink, opting to set his hands against the familiar grooves & dips of the cashier screen instead.

“hi, um, welcome to komore teahouse! how can i help you?”

he flashed you his best grin, although he doesn't really have to try, as he realised his jaw is starting to hurt from how hard he was smiling once he spotted you.

“wow, thoma, i didn't know you worked here. do you run this place by yourself?” you smiled back at him, and he swears the room suddenly got brighter, you can't do this to him- he'll go blind!

so that's why ayaka gasped and suddenly dipped into the backroom, she must've spotted you from outside the window... she's never going to let this one go, thoma.

“i'm the only one out here right now. usually there's other people too.”

he replies, face heating up as you lean forward to get a better look at the menu. when you draw back you watch him fumble with those really gorgeous eyes he could get lost in... focus!

“anyways, i can, uh,” he stammers, attempting to find something to do with his hands. is it too awkward to pick up the mug again? or should i just keep it like this? am i gripping this too hard?

“can i get your coffee? i mean do you want drink? want cup? i-... thirsty?”

you laugh, and he hears wedding bells & angel choirs (even if you are laughing at his expense).

“calm down, thoma, i'm not going to eat you.”

you puff out your cheeks as your eyes scan the menu again, and his heart almost jumps out of his chest, and he's pretty sure you can hear the comical BA-DUMP, BA-DUMP of his heart wailing & screaming and doing cartwheels.

“how about that one?” you point at the far right display board, and he can already see the curly script of ayaka's handwriting in his mind.

how does our barista see you? get them to choose a drink based on how much they like you (or not)!

“the one where i have to choose something?”

you laugh at his horrified expression, “yes, thoma, the one where you have to choose something.”

you lean on the table, hand steepled as you place your chin neatly upon them, eyes fluttering in pretend innocence as you stare up at him.

“how do you see me?”

THINK CAREFULLY, DUMBASS. THIS CAN RUIN YOUR RELATIONSHIP FOREVER.

“maybe... the chocolate mocha latte?”

ARE YOU STUPID?

he sees your eyes flicker over the board, no doubt trying to figure out what a chocolate mocha latte means. he watches as your face stretches from confusion into a cat-got-the-canary grin.

“maybe?”

“uh, no, you are.”

he flashes you his signature smile- the one grandma coos over and everyone in a five mile radius swoons over. might as well die on this hill.

CHOCOLATE MOCHA LATTE - I WANT YOUR SMILE TO LAST FOREVER.

“well, thoma,” you muse, seemingly unperturbed by his basically-a-love-confession answer, “i'll give you... a caramel expresso.”

a caramel expresso? but that's... he whips his head around to make sure he's not imagining it. but as he suspected, in pristine white chalk looped across the board accompanied with a crude drawing of a coffee cup-

“i love you?” he splutters, surely, you must mean something else-

“i love you too, thoma.”

you laugh as he turns as red his apron, eyes widen as he gapes at you, “how did you know?”

“about your pretty obvious crush? ayaka had enough, so she told me. but i guess i hid my end pretty well,” you cheekily smile at him, and lean forward to press your lips against his cheek, and he splutters, the normally all-competent & head-screwed-on-straight thoma reduced to a simple tomato, and even more adorable, it seems.

“so?” you question, but all you get in return as a series of frantic incoherent noises.

ah, you might've broke him.

hi @kkayn! i was your secret santa for this year. i hope you have a wonderful time with all the gifts you want <33 happy holidays!!! i hope this was to your liking mwah mwah.

[glassand-grass2]

cutie bootie matchy mutuals

@txpeachykeen2

[picnic-at-dreaming-rock]

Writer's Block

I wonder if Shakespeare expected perfection

Every time he wrote, or, do you reckon,

He just wrote and the freedom of pure creation

Lead him there in the end anyway?

How many of the greats wrote to be great?

Was their desire to create so pure, so personal,

That Calliope herself took place within them?

Did the art or the ego come first?

[yutorism]

I love the smell of cold air and explosives

[thomacrumbs]

entire, bare, & overflowing.

in which scaramouche ponders on his heart. scaramouche x gn! reader. its literally just fluff.

maybe there is no plot....... maybe i just wanted to write about scaramouche..... he's soft here. i subscribe to warm scaramouche i will die on this hill. america's funniest home videos vc: and goodnight everybody. ♡s & ↻s appreciated!

"he is generally disagreeable, and is not well-liked even within the fatui, how can something like him love someone when he doesn't even have a heart?"

such are the words lobbed at the one who calls himself balladeer, and he simply scoffs at them. who is to judge the heart he has? it is only inside himself that he has a person who understands him- and another he simply calls 'my love'.

sometimes he is afraid of looking you in the eye, afraid that if he does you will see nothing but emptiness- a thing without a soul. so he doesn't, pulling his hat over his eyes as he sways uncertaintly, opting to simply turn his face away when you ask. but you chase after him anyway, sticking your nose into his face. his hands plaster themselves against your cheek, trying to push you away, but you only coo at him- "you have the prettiest eyes i know, like the vibrant purple of a violet."

sometimes he would have bad dreams- nothing but trivial, if he could decide for himself, but most of the time it winds up with him in the snow covered stairs of your house, warmly toned wood long buried under untouched white, cheeks reddening as the snezhnayan cold whips across his skin. the bitterness of winter and his own thoughts accompanies the world that has done nothing but bite at him, eating & chewing and spitting him out a mess of a person.

you would then slink out after him, disturbed by the sudden lack of another being, first peering from the safety of the darkness behind your door, eyes owlishly blinking at him as you tried to not fall asleep on your feet. the soft spoken "do you want me here?" that slipped out from under the crack of the door, returns a equally quiet & gruff "whatever" and slight nod that you may would have missed if you weren't looking for the tell-tale sign.

you were always so colourful in his eyes- such a splash against the white of snow. chartreuse greens, raspberry reds, midnight blues, lemon yellows, he wonders how you could live like that- not succumb to the numbing bleak & void, not become the same dull grays like everyone else has. you've always had a brighter personality, the cloudy doom & gloom of a miserable snezhnaya never touched you- like an angel, he used to say casually, and you would laugh in disbelief- "there's no such thing- such love is warranted. what majestic beauty surrounds us."

usually you would stumble clumsily across the slippery snow, and nearly crash into his still figure as you careen into the corner next to him. the blanket you draped over yourself swamped you in softness, and you frowned as you struggled to pull it over your shoulders again.

you stare at his eyes through the indigo hair that curtains them, a silent gauge at his feelings. for on some days he feels more snappy than usual, and bristles like a cat if you even dared breathe in his general direction. other times he's much more softer, when the feeling of being awake hasn't completely hit him yet, and he spends this time allowing himself in indulge in your simple company and your simple wonder.

most of the time he's simply himself, and tonight when you lie your head on his shoulder he half-heartedly tries to shrug you off, ending with a light nudge against your head before he gives up and simply succumbs, letting you curl into his warmth and weave your fingers through his hands.

"you're human!" you once said, exclaiming with the most seriousness a ten year old child could muster, "because humans are always warm! it also means you're alive." you nod gravely. you puzzle him, what a loser, he used to think (and probably still does, knowing him), but out of the memories he has decided to kill, those remain untouched, the part of him that hasn't turned to ice & stone, the part of him bathe in the warm light of a faraway sun.

"aren't you cold?" you mutter against his shoulder, voice laced with sleep.

"no, but you'll catch one if you keep coming out like that, and it's not going to be my problem," he huffs, turning to fix the blanket over your shoulders, tying a knot underneath your chin despite his words, "what would you do without me?"

you shoot him a cheeky grin, "i don't think i'll be able to find my way out of a paper bag without you."

"at least you're self aware," he grumbles.

that this heart is the ruby red that blooms with you, my love.

[thomacrumbs]

panem et circenses

genshin boys (diluc, childe, albedo, thoma, gorou, xiao, kazuha) x gn! reader. coffee shop! au. blurbs :) fluffy!!! ♡s & ↻s appreciated!

notes: pick me pick me up..... pick me pick me up

diluc

the one who you never get his name right, since whatever he says goes in one ear & out the other when he looks so great under coffee shop light (something you will say for nobody but him). you always have to stutter out some semblance of a name when calling for his order. you tried to draw a heart for him in his coffee once, but he never ordered the latte ever again, so you opt for scribbling a heart on his reciept once you finally learned his name; it returned with a phone number.

childe

he’s never on cashier duty when you come around, so he never gets to talk to you. loudly dropped a plate once while you were in the shop so you would pay him attention. puts extra toppings with your icecream and always delivers with a wink, trying to strike up some semblance of conversation before signora calls him back into the backroom. scaramouche ultimately has enough of him & tells him that he can take over his shift when you’re here-- for twenty dollars. childe agrees.

albedo

his face is plastered all over the outside of the shop because he has like three international barista certificates and went overseas to learn more about coffee making. his coffee does taste better than your local starbucks but he stares you down while drinking and sometimes you fear for your life, especially when he comes over & sits down next to you with a clipboard to ask you questions, but not exactly just about his coffee...

thoma

you asked him if he or the dog runs the cafe, he admits its the dog before hurriedly replying that he also does a lot for the cafe. draws perfect latte art & honestly you don’t even like coffee you’re just here to talk to him. the cafe is usually pretty empty so you two chat up a storm most of the time. lets you try his... creations, sometimes they’re terrifying, most of the time its pretty good, and he gets very shy & red in the face when you exclaim how good it is and what a genius he is. give him more praise ^^

gorou

the one with the very particular orders, and you constantly have to tell him that you don’t have this ingredient or that ingredient, but at least he looks pretty content with a simple  cafe au lait, if the wag of his tail is anything to go by. talks so much the people behind him complain, so you tell him that you guys can talk after your shift is over, and his eyes light up like christmas lights.

xiao

the one who scoffs at your order when you ask for something simple and then roll his eyes when you give him a super complicated order, there is nothing that satisfies him. until you ask him for his reccommendation, and his face goes red before he waves you off and mutters something about you being troublesome. delivers you his personalised coffee alongside a piece of cake. “on the house,” he said, “it taste better with something sweet.”

kazuha

the coffee connoisseur. knows your order by heart because he thinks you’re pretty <3. constantly gives you free shit like cookies & cake, so much so that he gets yelled at by the manager. shyly wakes you up when he’s closing the shop, and when it unexpectedly rains, he runs through the rain with you. writes poems about you on a note when he hands you your coffee, and when the shop is empty he calls you his beloved instead of your name when your coffee is done.

[thomacrumbs]

i am homesick for my own face / in place of home is a face i no longer recognise.

genshin girls (kokomi, keqing, mona, ningguang) x gn! reader. genshin girls as isekai romance tropes! ♡s & ↻s appreciated! pt 1 featuring the boys is linked!

notes: i love my girlies.... but i'm not too confident in writing for them. so there's only four girls here compared to the guys. i would def love to write more for them tho, considering keqing & mona are some of my favs 🥰 sorry if this is sort of subpar, i'm writing this while really tired.

kokomi, as in: i still remember you like it's yesterday.

once, one of her mothers, a priestess, said- “you two are linked, your souls, interwined.” like clockwork, in every new life of yours, the two of you always end up meeting each other, always fated to be... together. sometimes it's easy, where you two are born to neighbours, but sometimes it's harder, such as that time you two were born into rivaling families. but something always stay the same- her softness, your adoration. this life was exceptionally hard, you were born as the eldest child of a poor family, whilst kokomi is the sole heir to a multi-national corporation. but there's another factor- in this life, only you remember the past.

keqing, as in: saving the female lead from these losers!

keqing is the most sought after girl in liyue- of course she is. after all, she has the most beautiful face, and smarts to go along with it. she also just happens to be the female lead of a romance visual novel. however, her love interests are all... less than pleasant, and as a passionate defender & lover of keqing, it is up to you- reincarnated peasant, to thwart her asshole suitors from ever approaching her in the first place. but for some reason, she's showing those tell-tale signs of... her being in love?! what do you mean i've always protected you?

mona, as in: this princess is a fake!

reincarnated as a irrelevant servant of the princess, you, as someone who has read this novel, are one of the only few people who know the princess isn't actually the princess, but an identical girl named mona. content with watching her romantic story & passionate tale of trust, honesty, love & betrayal play out by her side, you've somehow became the person mona trust the most. when she finally tells you about her real identity, do you admit you already know? do you run away, or stay true to yourself, like you've always told her to?

ningguang, as in: the protagonist has too good a memory!

reincarnated as a young child, on a rainy day, you spot the small, sad ningguang as a kid- before she grew up, before she became the tianquan. feeling pity for the female lead, you decide to hand her an umbrella to be shielded from the rain. years later, as you live your merry farming life, & have almost forgotten about the world you've been migrated to, a millelieth bangs on your door, relaying 'the tianquan wants to meet the person who cared for her for the first time in her life'.

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