PROS.

ANNUAL FEAST

let's start with a speech highlighting our achievements of the year, naming the teachers who guided us and the team that organised the event.

DOOR GIFT: something meaningful to remember us by. PSS socks embroidered with something that symbolises us? Wireless earphones customised with our emblem?

elegant classical music flowing all over, premiumly selected by Ai Jia with superior pianist music taste. some guitar solos by Renee?

let us play some games on anticipating stomachs, for togetherness will bring us through tough times and hungry stomachs. DARTS? BALLOON VOLLEYBALL? GUESS THE COUNTRY BY LANDMARKS? SPIN THE WHEEL WITH NAMES AND A TOPIC TO DEBATE? perhaps we shall also bring in a ps4 for us to do a battle royale 1v1.

finally, all that we have been waiting patiently for will feel like a huge reward! we can finally FEAST!!! if we let them feast immediately, it would feel lackluster. Where's the networking? Where's the fun?

during the eating, one shall be in charge of playing a video recording of all the goofy things us librarians did throughout the year, us hard at work and us filming niche video skits of expectations vs reality etc.

before the event, we shall host a best writer award where we receive submissions from librarians where they write about their weirdest thoughts and channel them into meaningful writing that entertains the mind. the participants shall read it aloud and entertain the crowd!

after everyone has eaten their fill, we shan't make the food off limits while we engage them in networking activities. they can still eat, while the people who are bored can participate. let's welcome... the PSS DEBATE TEAM!!! (make them verbally FIGHT!!!)

let's end with a toast to the ongoing success of the PSS! let's voice out our hopes, joys and opinions to form a lively, verbal environment!

FOOD - I don't think we have a say in this (we r probably just selecting from courses offered by the location), but if we did this would be my suggestion:

BALANCED MEAL: light appetizer. cheese pasta / citrus seaweed roll (v) with mushroom soup and focaccia. refreshing entrée: kiwi pudding with mint leaves. main course: sweet & sour seafood soup laden with rich tomatoes, long beans & corn / sweet & sour tofu with asparagus and cilantro rice. dessert: gingerbread brownies / fruit sorbet.

applying for jobas

what happens when you apply for a job in teyvat!

includes: hu tao, xiangling, rosaria, albedo

masterlist here.

hu tao

"good evening, kid! what are you doing here?" "i'm here to apply for a job." "ohh, great! we have been so understaffed lately, it's just me and zhongli, everyone else who sees corpses everyday can't stand it!" "haha. i also see corpses everyday, so i will be fine. my whole family is dead." "oh, sorry. anyways, wear our uniform! here, 20 bucks please."

"um.. no. not before i see the salary." "sorry! err... it's $300000 mora a month." "what? are you for real? what a deal!"

hu tao smirked. after all, they only give staff such a high salary because they overprice their funerals. people who think zhongli is poor because he works here are so dumb! someone like him will not ever accept a paycheck.

xiangling

walking to wanmin restaurant, you wanted to talk to chef mao but accidentally read the wanmin restaurant poster instead.

"chef mao, i'm here to be an apprentice." "sorry kid, we don't accept any staff. me and my daughter is enough. and we certainly don't want some stranger to ruin our recipes." "by 'recipe' you mean a fucking slime secretions sandwich? hell naw ywou do your thing. i'll work for the liuli pavilion."

"fine by me. we don't need you," chef mao says.

when he said that, a girl's head popped out from under the counter.

"dadd!!! we are in need of kitchen help. if she will ruin our recipes, we can still let her cut and prepare the ingredients! you won't need to wake up at 4 every morning to shave potatoes again..." "i suppose you're right," he sighed. "welcome aboard. but before that, how fast can you cut a carrot?" "like a normal person. i'm slow, but practice makes perfect, right.."

"yes it does. now please, cut up this chicken into cubes. our popcorn chicken is very popular."

rosaria

"you? work in church? why are you even asking me? when i go to church i don't even sing with my sisters."

"well you were standing outside the church like you wanted to go inside so i thought you were a nun hiring people."

"no, i wanted to go inside because it was burning hot outside. and i was waiting for the nuns to finish singing about bartabatos." "who is that?" "you want to become a nun and don't know who that is? oh gods."

albedo

i'm truly scared of that stone faced alchemist. but i've graduated from sumeru academy, so he can't not accept me right? although i did not pass with flying colours. albedo is always wandering around collecting birds in cages and turning them into geovishaps.. how scary. but alchemy is the only thing i'm good at, and i need a job! here goes..

"hey. i'm someone who likes alchemy. wanna hire me?" "only if you're better than timaeus and won't push this green haired girl and awaken a giant dead ice flower." "umm.. surely not. that seems impossible." "well, it sure isn't. i've experienced it." "i would be surprised if you haven't. you talk about it like it's real."

"turn this boar into a lamb please, it's a test."

after a few hours, you made the boar look like a lamb. "good job. i can surely do things faster than that, but hey, at least you're better than timaeus. all he does is stand near the alchemy table and interrupt people when they want to craft something."

"i feel you... and people." you say.

for the bi pride prompts 💜 'accidental' ft. scaramouche please!!

[Okay hi friendddd!! This did not exactly follow the prompt bc its actually harder than I thought but I hope u still like it!! This will also conclude the bi pride prompts!!]

Accidental; the character says or does something to reveal/imply their bisexuality.

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- Bothering Scaramouche was basically a hobby of yours. It's a miracle that he even stands near you considering how much you poke at him, guess you could say you were most definitely a favorite of him. No one else could say the same.

"If all you're going to do is run your mouth I suggest you leave my room." Scaramouche groans, his hands practically snapping his chopsticks in half.

Scaramouche ate by himself, apart from you usually being there. His room was large enough to hold a small round table. His meals were usually brought to his room by lower subordinates. Or sometimes he made you just to be mean.

You laid on his bed with your head nearly off the side. You would tilt your head and look at him upside down. Your hands rest on your stomach.

"But I don't want you to be lonely!" You throw your arm over your forehead dramatically. It was said as a joke, but being alone all the time had to get lonely at some point really.

"You're a pest."

"Then I must be the best pest you've ever had~" you reply in a sing-song voice. Scaramouche only sighs and continues eating. You watch him quietly for a few moments.

"So, do you like anyone?" You ask, picking at your nails. You could hear Scaramouche choke a little.

"What kind of childish question is that?" Scaramouche snaps, turning his body to look at you with his harsh glare. It never bothered you anymore.

"Just a question, jeez!" You roll onto your stomach and rest your chin in your palms. "Though I highly doubt you could get a girlfriend with that attitude."

Scaramouche clicks his tongue. "Please, the people here aren't worthy of my time."

"Oh, so I am?"

"You're pushing it," Scaramouche replies, growling through his teeth.

"Are you sure you don't want attention from the ladies? La Signora and Childe are already beating in terms of popularity."

Scaramouche scoots around a piece of meat on his plate with his chopsticks. His foot taps on the ground, signifying his oncoming thoughts.

"I give no thought to man or woman who even thinks they're worthy of me." Scaramouche eats the last bit of food on his plate then sets down his chopsticks. "My interest is in other things at the moment. Dating would just slow me down."

Somehow that response made your heart clench. Your smile droops, but your eyes rise up again as you process what he said.

"So, if there was someone worthy..." you throw in air quotes around worthy knowing of Scaramouche's big ego. "You wouldn't mind if they were a dude too, or something?"

Scaramouche quietly sits in his seat after one last sip of his tea. He looks smaller without the hat, less intimidating you could say. He crosses his arms with his back turned. It was a little uncharacteristic of him to be this quiet, especially after being questioned so thoroughly.

"Not really. Either is fine with me." Scaramouche finally rises from his seat. You couldn't see his expression clearly, but you could just see the slim piece of his pale cheek deepening to a pink. "My type is a person I can keep by my side at all times."

You stare at his back as he goes to leave. You slide off the bed, trying to follow him, but you slip too fast and end up halfway face planting the floor. You arms protected your face luckily. Scaramouche's laughter rings out. It was a sound drained from malice or vileness, only filled with innocent amusement. You could feel your face heat up.

"That's what you get for pestering me during my meal." Scaramouche wipes a tear from his eye as his laughter dies down.

You shift yourself to sit on your knees with a pout on your face. Scaramouche is ready to walk out the door which he has already opened, but just as he takes a step out, he turns back with a small smile, the edge of being a sly grin.

"Well, come on then, you'll get yourself into trouble if I don't keep you at my side."

diary of 26 March 2022

i went to another hawker stall to eat breakfast. i ordered chicken rice and they came in a set: roasted chicken drumstick, rice, peanut soup and char siew sauce.

the rice was really delicious it was filled with 香茅 lemongrass thing... i thought the chicken was okay but my dad hated it.

in noon my mom broke the handle of the toilet so now we have to fill some buckets with water to flush the toilet 🤔

in noon i played a lot of genshin and msged my ctush about personal questions bc i wanted to knowhim berter i guess

i also drew a lot, we went to eat dinner early because the restaurant closed at 7.30pm.. it was a fish paste/head bihun restaurant with milky soup.

their portions are so big and have so many ingredients!! the average price is rm13 ($4). i ordered fish paste soup that includes fish paste (the texture is like fishbal), tomatoes, bihun and milk soup thing. i can't finish it. i never finish it. once in my life! the whole bowl is so big.

there was a park behind the restaurant so we went there for a walk. there was a cat perched on the back of a house and it ignored me. on the front porch, the same house had 2 more cats!! in the playground there were kids hanging out and attracting a cute black cat. after walking 200m, we saw TWO RABBITS UNDER A CAR!!! one was showing its face next to the wheels and the other rabbit was on the other side of the car, flexing its buttcheeks.

after the drive home, me and my mom went to a walk around the park (because my dad was tired he couldn't follow us)

CAT COUNT:

1. under a car but really visible, it was sticking out from under the carplate. ran to the other side of the road after we turned our backs against it.

2. orange cat i used to feed when i took a walk in the morning. it like humans. my mom said it was pregnant but its physique was of a teen's. (she didn't approve!!)

3. 花猫 multi colored brown cat on the parking spot of an empty house rolling around.

4. minor cats that i didn't interact with (fluffy grey cat with golden eyes, small orange kitten, another brown cat walking out of its owner's house and more)

my night wasn't interesting

one thousand and one nights with you (is not enough to spend)

note from kin: the title is from that song in twisted by starkid, but that’s about as far as the similarity goes

anyway you’re visionless and basically run a little witch shop in mondstadt, with flowers and cool gemstones and mysterious powders and potions and stuff. albedo gets a lot of his alchemy ingredients from you (also he’s dating you but not a lot of people know that)

fandom: genshin impact

character(s): gn! reader, albedo, plus a surprise venti cameo

pairing(s): albedo/reader

warning(s): i don’t know albedo that well so he might be ooc? also this is so cheesy it’s a little ridiculous

genre: fluff

“I’ll be going now, boss!”

You smile and return your assistant’s cheery goodbye wave as he disappears off into the night outside, freshly-filled coin pouch jingling at his hip. As the door swings shut with quiet click, your surroundings fall into quietude.

The candles keeping the room lit are beginning to burn down to stumps, throwing most of your shelves into shadow. You take a sip from the steaming cup sitting on your counter, then stand up to begin taking inventory and closing up shop.

The silence is comforting after such a long day. You’re not entirely sure what brought on the sudden increase in customers, given that your shop is tucked away in a quiet little corner of Mondstadt that not many tend to linger around. That had been a deliberate choice, and so was the lack of advertising - your speciality is the individual, not the crowd.

Still, you can’t say that it isn’t nice to have the increased income. More profit means better wages for your assisstant - and more Mora to buy even more cool things to stock.

You pass about an hour ambling around your shop, rearranging your products and making sure that everything is in order. Then, just as the bat-shaped clock on the wall chimes one o’clock, the bell above the front door jingles, and you hear quiet footsteps enter.

You don’t pay it any mind at first, instead focusing on rearranging the little bottles of various dusts and extracts on one of the ingredients shelves. A hand settles on the small of your back, and you feel the new arrival’s presence come to a stop beside you.

“We’re out of powdered lizard tail,” You say without looking at him.

A pause. Then a quiet chuckle. “That’s how you want to start the night?”

You smirk. “The night started a good while ago, darling.”

Albedo sighs as you turn to face him, though his soft smile betrays his faux-exasperation. “I did tell you I’d be late today.”

“You tell me that you’ll be late every day,” You reply, sliding one final bottle of powdered crystalfly into place, then move over to sit on your front counter. He follows, settling just beside you.

“I have a lot of things that need attending to,” He shrugs, leaning over and snatching your drink without asking. You shake your head, but let him take a sip from it anyway.

His eyes flicker up to look at you over the rim of the mug. “...though, of course, you’re the most important one.”

You laugh and bat at his shoulder. He doesn’t make any effort to avoid it, eyes twinkling as you smile. “Why not come round more often if I’m so important, huh?”

“Do you think I wouldn’t if I could?” He asks with a scoff, setting down the mug and gently nudging you in the side. “We both have jobs, [Name]. We need to actually do them.”

“Oh, I know that,” You return his nudge and hop down from the counter again. Albedo sighs a little at your restlessness, but follows as you swipe the keys from your drawer and open the door again. “But it doesn’t hurt to take a day off every now and then.”

“I’ve already taken far more in the last month than is reasonable,” Albedo says with a shake of his head, stepping out into the street at your indication and waiting as you shut and lock the door. “Grandmaster Jean will get suspicious.”

“Psh,” You dismiss, waving a whimsical hand about and nearly knocking the sign off of your door. “Why is it that you’re not telling her about us, again?”

“She doesn’t exactly like you,” He says, absently linking his hand with yours as the two of you begin walking aimlessly in no direction in particular. He’s removed his gloves, you notice. “You did set up shop without permission when you first got here.”

“Ah, right…” Now that you think about it, you seem to remember her shooting you a rather nasty look when you passed her in the street last week. Why she continues to hold a grudge is lost on you - after all, you did get the necessary documentation and everything eventually… though, to be fair, the method you used wasn’t exactly legal. “...well, forget her.  What do you want to do tonight?”

“Hmm,” He swings your linked hands about for a moment. “I saw a lot of dandelions growing just outside the walls earlier. Why don’t we go pick some seeds?”

“If you want to pick dandelion seeds, why not ask Sucrose?” You ask as he begins leading you in the direction of the main gate. “She’s the one with the Anemo vision.”

“Sucrose?” Albedo repeats, turning his head to look at you. His irises almost seem to glow in the darkness of the night, brighter than any of the stars above - it’d be unsettling if it wasn’t so beautiful. “Why would I want to go seed-picking with her?”

You raise an eyebrow. “...well, I’m assuming you need them for an experiment, and Anemo-blown sunflower seeds are always far more effective in that area.”

“If I needed them for an experiment, I’d just buy them from your shop,” He shakes his head. “This isn’t an ingredient hunt. This is different - it’s special.”

“Special how?” You question as the two of you walk through the gate. Albedo guides you over to a particularly thick cluster of dandelions just a few feet away, nestled in a lush copse of grass.

“Special… like you.” He cups both his hands around one of yours, the one that he’d been holding just before, and guides it over to one of the tallest plants. “Go on, show me that trick again.”

You laugh a little at his almost childish inflection, but do as he requests anyway. Albedo pulls his hands away from yours and watches as you carefully pluck off the head of the dandelion without disturbing any of its fluff-topped seeds, allowing it to rest on the tips of your fingers.

“There’s no trick to having a delicate hand,” You say as he watches your every move with the utmost concentration. “It just takes practice.”

Carefully securing the little bit of stem left at the bottom of the dandelion head between your index finger and thumb, you slowly raise your hand so that it’s suspended just above Albedo; he ducks his head a little, closing his eyes as you bring up your other hand to ever-so-gently flick the seeds from the head. The seeds drift about in the still night air for a brief moment before landing in Albedo’s blonde hair; their white colour is barely distinguishable against it.

He opens his eyes again as you pull your hands down again, lifting his head slowly so as not to disturb the little decorations you’ve added to it. “...so what did you grant me this time?”

“A good night’s sleep,” You say playfully. “As the seeds are carried away on the wind, so too will all your worldly burdens be blown away.”

He shakes his head, and several seeds are dislodged by the motion, vanishing quickly into the night. “If only it were that easy.”

“Hey, it worked last time,” You counter, sitting down in the grass. Albedo follows suit, reaching out and plucking a dandelion of his own - though with a lot less deftness than you did.

“That wasn’t the dandelions,” He says plainly, blowing lightly on the dandelion and watching the fluff disperse and disappear into the dark. “I just sleep more soundly when you’re beside me.”

You chuckle. “Sweet talker. So you’d sleep like a baby if I was around all the time, then?”

“Perhaps I would half the time,” He answers, smiling in a way that tells you that he knows exactly how sappy what he’s about to say is. “But I wouldn’t sleep nearly as well for the other half. I’d be too busy looking at you.”

Despite already knowing that it was coming, you can’t help but feel your heart flutter slightly at his proclamation. “I could say the same about. Bet you’ve broken a good few hearts with looks like that.”

“Then so be it,” He shrugs, eye-lids falling a little as he gives you a devilish little smirk. “Yours is the only one I care about.”

“When did you get so charming?” You flick him in the nose, effectively wiping off the smug look on his face. “Have you been studying love poems or something?”

“Love poems aren’t really my area,” He says, drawing back and rubbing at his nose a little reproachfully. “But Lisa and Kaeya have been giving me plenty of tips on my… 'romantic endeavours’, as they say.”

“Those two…” You shake your head. Kaeya and Lisa managed to find about your relationship with Albedo almost as soon as he’d confessed to you, though luckily they’d agreed to try not to mention it around Jean. “Have those tips been working?”

“Isn’t that a question for you to answer?” He picks another dandelion and blows it directly at you. “Is your heart being stirred?”

“Not while you’re blowing seeds into my face, it isn’t,” You shield yourself with one hand, pushing it in front of Albedo’s face to obscure his field of vision. “Quit it!”

He does drop the dandelion at your request, but, unusually, doesn’t give you a verbal response. You’re just thinking that he must be planning something when he suddenly leans forward and kisses the centre of your palm.

You immediately pull your hand back, feeling yourself heat up. Albedo leans forward, cocking his head to the side with a smile. “What about now?”

“You’re insufferable,” is your only reply.

Albedo’s smile turns into another smirk. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “I’m yours.”

“Mine, now? How nice,” You say, still trying to act unbothered. You can tell it isn’t working, though.  “Am I allowed to get a refund if you don’t work as expected?”

“Would you ever want to return me?” Albedo counters. You can’t exactly say yes - that’s both mean and untrue -  so you just sigh and shake your head. He smiles, clearly pleased.

You’re about to say something else when you hear a series of uneven footsteps coming from the gate. It doesn’t sound like a Knight of Favonius on patrol - in fact, it sounds more like a drunkard.

Albedo shuffles a little closer to you as a figure stumbles out of the gates. It’s someone you vaguely recognise by their green clothes - the bard who often plays in front of the statue of Barbatos. He’s holding a bottle that’s already half-empty, and you have a feeling that he’s already had a lot more before it.

The bard looks over at you and Albedo, and while you doubt he can recognise your faces what with both the darkness and the distance, it’s obvious enough that the two of you aren’t just a pair of good buddies hanging out. He raises the bottle in your direction with a hiccup.

“Wonderful night to meet a lover!” He calls, voice ringing so loudly that you’re sure that he just woke up a few residents of the city. “May your relationship last long as the wind blows!”

He doesn’t wait for a response before beginning to stumble his way across the bridge. As he goes, he exclaims to no one in particular, “The air is crisp tonight! Such good wine - what a wonderful city!”

He quickly disappears into the darkness. You exchange looks with Albedo. “...how much do you think he drank?”

“Far too much,” He replies amusedly. “He’ll regret it come morning.”

“And it isn’t too far off now,” You say, checking your pocket watch. “Will you be heading back to headquarters tonight?”

He considers, then shakes his head. “I don’t have anything that’ll need attention tomorrow morning. So, if you’ll have me…”

He doesn’t finish, but you already know what he’s asking. “There’s always room for you to stay over - you should know that by now, shouldn’t you?”

He smiles a little bashfully at that, and nods. “I suppose so… thank you.”

“You might as well move in at this point,” You comment, shifting slightly on the spot and patting at his arm. He holds his hand out obligingly, and you thread your fingers through his. “You’ve left at least three sets of pyjamas over already.”

Albedo opens his mouth to respond, and you shake your head, placing the index finger of your free hand to his lips to shush him. “Yeah, yeah, I got it, Grandmaster Jean’ll get suspicious…”

He blows on your finger to get you to retract it. When that doesn’t work, he pretends to bite at it, which is a lot more effective. “...I will tell her eventually. Just not now.”

“While you’re on the rocks,” You say with a nod, squeezing his hand. He sighs and nods as well. “But I still don’t think she’d fire you over who you’re dating.”

“Maybe not, but I don’t want to get any more on her bad side,” He mumbles. “She’s still annoyed about that floor I melted.”

“Didn’t you tell her that I was the one who made you drop the potion?” You ask, thinking back to that particular day - when you’d learnt that Albedo is very susceptible to your flirting when he’s in the middle of an experiment.

He shakes his head with a chuckle. “I didn’t think you’d appreciate me tattling. Besides, it isn’t like she punished me.”

“Well, you’re basically untouchable at the end of the day,” You comment, lying back in the grass and pulling Albedo with you. “It’s them who need you, not the other way around.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” He says, adjusting himself so that the two of you are pressed flush against each other. “If I hadn’t started working for them, we’d never have met.”

“We would have crossed paths eventually,” You say, smiling coyly when he turns his head to face you. “Though better sooner than later, I suppose.”

“Far better sooner,” He says, returning your smile with a much softer one. “I’m glad we did.”

Another dandelion seed drifts out of his hair and lands in the grass as you look at him. You'll be keeping this one for a long time, you decide. Probably forever. You like him.

You think he likes you, too.

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CORRUPTING YOUR CLOSET PERVERT ROOMMATE

☰ ⠀ ❝ i never knew you were such a pervert. ❞

DETAILS !⠀your roommate has been cooping inside his room A LOT and you wonder why the hell he needs a lot of tissues. you also started to question the constant groans echoing on the hallways during the wee hours of the morning. as so, you went ahead and conducted your little investigation. [ featuring SCARAMOUCHE and ZHONGLI in a modern collage AU with fem! implied reader ]

————⠀ SCARAMOUCHE

it was like an unspoken rule between the two of you, establishing boundaries and setting in some warnings whenever you two prance and laze around the apartment at different hours of the day. scaramouche was pretty strict when it comes to his own activities and responsibilities and you were carefree and passionate about your own hobbies and every little thing that interests you. with both of your ways of living contrasting one another, it was hard to find common ground but somehow it all worked out in the end... save for the fact that it's you who did all the job in pushing your relationship from mere strangers who share the same apartment space to friends (as to what scaramouche had undoubtedly cringed at).

it took you months to even have your roommate look at you whenever you pass by the little hallway separating your own little spaces. even when you bid him a sweet "good morning" or let him share some bacon and toasts you made for breakfast, your efforts used to be left in vain but now it was the opposite. ever since the day you brought him his favorite drink (that you noticed he'd buy every. fucking. day) when he was having his finals, you gained the ability to jab and playfully bark back at every playful insult running past his mouth the next day he sits with you for breakfast.

"you know? you can be cute when you're this soft around me," you once remarked during a movie night you somehow got him to participate in. note how his eyes would glare at you, throwing a popcorn directly at your face which you returned with an equal amount of jest as you started poking his side.

"stop fucking doing that," he groans when he felt your fingers press down the flesh of his torso, you just laughing so gleefully beside him. as the distance grows smaller, the harder it was for scaramouche to handle how his thoughts ran from one idea after another. he can feel how your breasts would brush so gently on his arms, taking note of how you weren't wearing a bra underneath the large shirt. next is how your thighs would flex as you kneel and sit down at his side... it grows worse when he sees how your short rides up to expose more of your skin as you leaned back after he admitted your shitty victory.

and since then, as the movie had finally ended, as the two of you retreated back to your own rooms, you went back to having no contact with scaramouche himself.

you were worried. well, it wasn't the first time you two had poked at each other's things and that wasn't even the worse that you two have let the other feel. but the way he acted as if you were back in day one had hurt you, no, you were disappointed as he was being a bit unfair in treating you like this. whenever he sees you frowning or sulking in the apartment, he was the first to barge in insults at how ugly you look and it honestly made you feel worse during the early stages of your relationship. but the small acts of kindness (that he does in his own twisted and cruel way) aren't left unnoticed when you'd see a bar of chocolate or a small bag of your favorite snacks hanging on your doorknob.

so you wanted to do the same thing for him as well.

and there came the day where you finally have enough time to confront him. your professor was kind enough to dismiss the class 15 minutes earlier than he used to so you dashed your way back to your apartment. you were a bit nervous since you don't even know where to start but knowing how difficult scaramouche would be, it doesn't matter as long as you manage to grab a hold of him.

as you insert the key to your door and twist the knob open, you were welcomed by complete silence. you thought that maybe he was out to eat but you saw his shoes at the entryway. you sighed, merrily, as you quickly discarded your shoes and went to walk through the living room all the way to the small hallway.

and that's when you heard it.

hushed grunts and the familiar creaking of his chair echoing through the walls. scaramouche's voice was strained, laced in such discomfort that you almost stepped inside his room out of sheer concern. but you quickly halted on your track, heart beating fast to gloriously stain your face with such warmth as you heard your name being moaned out loud.

oh.

slowly and gently, you twisted the door to his room, smiling when you found it unlocked. inch by inch you reveal scaramouche's body settled on the comforts of his chair, hands pumping up and down his cock leaking with so much precum. the faint glow of his computer screen had illuminated some colors on his flushed skin, his eyes were shut close to avoid any sort of distraction while his hand was desperate for more stimulation.

and following the old movie fashion when you caught someone doing something naughty, you tiptoed your way towards him, lung constricting as you held in a deep breath as you wanted to surprise him as much as he had surprised you.

"you really are cute, aren't you scara~," you whispered behind his back. he was surprised, almost falling out of his chair but you quickly caught him and leaned down to meet his strong gaze.

"why the fuck are you so early?" he says through gritted teeth, finding it hard to spat any insults when he was busy shoving himself right back inside his shorts but you stopped him from doing so. "out. g-get the fuck out of here." oh, is that a stutter you hear?

"but you looked like you needed an extra hand with your problem," you whispered while looking down at his still hard cock, forming a bump underneath his shorts. as you are supposed to look at the dark little patch stain on his shorts, what had you smiling more was the picture he has on his phone. "i never knew you were such a pervert."

amidst the scolding hate scaramouche felt to you and himself, his mind had snapped out of the haze of vexation when his eyes widen and his hand scrambled to grab his phone and immediately pressed on the power button to turn it off. "to hell f/n, you weren't supposed to—,"

humiliated, for once scaramouche felt all his frustrations crashing down at him in waves. all those prurient inclinations just to feel some sort of relief because of the ache you had caused him came in unyielding hurls of shame to what he thought to be his ice-cold heart. your smiles, the gentleness in your voice, the smart way you raise a banter with him—he had grown so fond of those little things that he grew attached to and longs more for the fuzziness you have him experience.

but you made it hard for him to admit all of these feelings raging inside the thick iron walls he had set around himself. he doesn't like the way you made him feel so weak and soft around you and when it grew worse as the time he saw you in a very suggestive post, he can't help but try to distance himself.

but fuck that photo of you in a swimsuit, fuck him feeling so horny over you.

"but what if i want to?" your sudden outburst caught him off guard, pausing when he saw the dark glint in your eyes and yet the worry shimmers right above the surface. "do you know how much i hate the way you ignored me for days?"

you fumed while you settle in between his legs. he intently watches your every move, hating how he hissed when your hand went to pull his cock out of the confines of his shorts. he hates how he whispered curses when you steadily pump on his aching dick. he hates the way his eyes practically begged to be touched, his fingers sink deep in his palm as he doesn't even fucking know where to hold onto to.

"tell me, do you want this scara?" gentle, despite the dirtiness there is to your intentions.

"j-just fucking suck on it, f/n." he grunts, eyes looking away, once more escaping your gaze. you didn't like that, you were frustrated as much as he is so when you raise a hand and gave his cock a light slap on the tip, you saw how his body trembled and his hips buckling in reaction to the pleasurably painful sting on his cock.

"is that the proper way to ask? after being so fucking shitty to me, scara?" you glanced and saw the lustful gloss on top of his dark pupils. he had his teeth biting down his lower lip, bits of his pride pours out whenever he moans. "come on, you can do better than that."

"p-please, just... suck my cock already." and you grinned at the expense of his embarrassment but also to satiate what he had always longed for the day you barged in his life. slowly you gave the tip of his cock some experimental kitten licks, erupting a cute high-pitched cry from his lips. the cold look on his face melts, his cheeks were blushing, eyes locked on his cock which you continue lapping the tip with your tongue, his bottom lips plump and red from biting so much...

ah, you can already feel how the two of you would spend more time with one another behind closed doors.

i really look like i have my favorites, huh?

————⠀ ZHONGLI

zhongli was absolutely the sweetest roommate you could've asked for.

were you being a bit biased with this? maybe but you never met someone so dashing and yet so down to this earth with all the humane and silly qualities you never knew someone who looks so perfect to have. he is sweet, really as he often knows how to brighten up your day with the simple compliments he'd throw at you before you went out to start your day. he would sometimes even bring back food he got from his friend who was filthy rich (you wondered how zhongli met him and didn't decide to stay with him).

sometimes, he'd even accompany you out to grab dinner from a fast food dinner. his towering height would often loom over you, making you feel safe to enjoy late-night walks. but the downside to that is he often forgets his wallet (he pays you though, don't worry) and his comments about some things were quite odd. it fascinates him, despite it going against what you think so you never have to worry about it as long as he doesn't dance around the subject for more than minutes.

zhongli, you're amazing roommate who also seemed to know a lot about history was really adorable in his own way. you would often be caught just looking at him as he explains to you the government records accumulated from the known liyue qixing. even when the topic would easily bore out people, you were there to listen and smile at how passionate he was while he was telling you more data he had grown to memorize by heart.

with how mesmerized you gazed at him, the more he can feel himself gets swoon away with the feelings he slowly harbored towards you.

it started out as an innocent interest with how you often be around him and just adorably hanging on every word he'd say. maybe that's what drove him to make you feel so special. next came the nervous ebbs he'd feel once he got to see more sides to you. from how your hair would stand up in places, how he'd witness your vulnerability as you trust him enough to listen to the thoughts and worries your heart had been stressing over—as he experienced how much you treated him more than what a friend does, from the simple kiss on the cheeks, the sweet wave you'd give him whenever you cross paths in university grounds, the way he was always the first one to hear your plans and would even be invited throughout the whole agenda... he can't help but reach the end of what used to be an innocent flow of his emotions as he can't help but crave more of what you have to offer.

but zhongli doesn't have the courage to ask what he wants from you.

he tested the ropes of his patience, discerning how taut it was to be able to withstand the blows of his own desires. he held nothing but utter respect towards you, he adores you and cherishes you as his roommate even when his mind screams more than what he tries to label the two of you as.

but with loosely severed strings and scarred purity, one can't hold back and soon he had surrendered to the decadence of such depraved yearning for pleasure.

zhongli thought you were out shopping with your friends, giving all the time he needs to focus on bringing himself any sort of comfort by using his hand. he imagines how it'd be your nimble fingers massaging small circles on his thighs, slowly riding its way up to the middle of his legs and meet his cock that rests so painfully between the cotton fabric of his underwear. as he sat down on his bed, back laid perfectly on the headrest, his legs parted and his cock now standing up to kiss his abdomen—this was the moment where he imagines it's you who was touching him.

so sweet and slow, taking your time in sliding your smooth skin against his skin, your lips teasing on his lips, eyes solely focusing on his dreamy golden orbs, mouth whispering nothing but love as he would do the same. he wishes for all those to come true but...

his hand will work, for now.

"oh d-dear f/n," he stutters out your name. his eyes were pressed closed as he let his mind work and do what needs to be done. the heat inside his body felt too bothersome to simmer down with a cold shower nor he would be willing to take his problem to other people who he knew would be willing to help. but no one can ever satisfy him, not when he felt so your pointer finger sliding up from his foot, your fingernail smoothly tracing a straight line that meets the joint of his hips. it was too good to feel your palm rests so gently on his hips, four of your fingers now making their way to his aching cock, rubbing along the shaft where the veins were prominent as it throbs painfully on your hold.

"please, i-i need you to... make me cum, please," zhongli grunts when he felt your fingers resting at the fat cockhead and messily smothers all the precum on the reddish tup. his mind going overdrive with his imagination.

"if you wanted me to, you could've just asked you know?" your voice loomed over his thoughts and when he opens his eyes, it was you who had your hand on his cock. the same smile he grew to love was plastered serenely on your face, calming the embarrassment he must be feeling when you sat down beside him and continued stroking his cock. "you looked like you're in pain, zhongli. may i?"

obediently, he replied with an eager nod.

"come on, use your big boy words zhongli. you can do that right?" big boy. the word had let go butterflies to rage in the pit of his stomach. he can't stop himself from flushing, hips buckling when you wrap your hand around the base of his needy dick. "use your big boy words like how you did earlier."

and he did, pliant and sweet, like the zhongli you always know but this time.... it was for other reasons and maybe, just maybe you now know why he was so good to you.

☰⠀TAGLIST⠀ⵓ⠀@lucifucker ະ @colourless-cora ະ @nshasy

☰⠀NOTES⠀ⵓ⠀i am dedicating the scaramouche prompt to @noiwillnotdothefandango because of the "kana is horny for scara so i'll make her hornier" agenda on disc. i love you so much 🥺 i know he is a bit ooc here but i can't help it 🥺🥺 i tried my best not to indulge so much in my own take for virgin scara but here you go 🥺 also thank you for @daddyscara for engaging on my horny thoughts about virgin scara on dms too. you the og, i love you so, so much.

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oh albedo!🧎🛐🙏💯🥵😇🥰

busy

nsfw!!! albedo x f!reader

cockwarming, blowjob, needy!reader, uninterested!albedo

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“I’m busy,” Albedo tells you for about the sixth time in the past ten minutes, and your shoulders drop in dissatisfaction. “I’ll take care of you after I finish my research.”

You huff in response because you know he won’t be finished anytime soon. He would stay hunched up in this room forever if he could - and he tries to.

He’d probably be able to if it weren’t for you, his pretty angel who would come bother him for even a sliver of attention. Whether it be just to sit beside him in comfortable silence or to ask him about what he was researching, you were always there with him. You were surprised he wasn’t sick of you by now.

Unbeknownst to you, he adored it - adored you. Loved when you would come to visit him even if it pulled him away from his work, filling the otherwise quiet room with your sweet voice while you leaned your cheek onto his shoulder.

Today, though, you were pestering him a little extra. Heat simmered under your skin and its been so long since he’s touched you and he hasn’t made any move to do so. So you took it upon yourself to get what you wanted.

What you wanted translated into you asking to suck him off while he worked.

“I’ll stop bothering if you let me.” You promise - a lie but he didn’t have to know that - gently trying to push him so you could move in front of him. “I’ll be good, Bedo, please.”

He pauses, letting out a light sigh before sliding himself and his chair backwards to make a space for you.

You beam at him, eagerly crawling and squeezing yourself into the space under the table and between his legs. He watches you intently while you so excitedly kneel below him before reaching out and pushing your hair back and out of your face.

That was the only time he touched you, leaving you to do as you wished while he did whatever he was up to before.

It’s a shame he was so set on research instead of watching you. You looked so pretty with his cock in your mouth, doing your best to fit him all the way down your throat. Hands splayed out on each of his thighs and your eyes blinked back tears while you tried to accommodate his girth.

You were so messy, too, saliva and precum on your chin - Albedo likes it wet, likes you looking a mess.

The way he didn’t react - besides a few heavy breaths and a small ‘fuck’ that spurred you to take him deeper - made you feel hot and more desperate for him, squirming in your spot between his legs. This wasn’t enough for you, not when you know you could be getting fucked right over the table he was sitting at.

Pulling off him and gasping for air, spit stringing from the tip of his cock to your mouth. Your jaw was sore from it being kept wide open for so long and your throat burned.

“Bedo,” a small, raspy whimper.

A small noise of acknowledgment from him, “hm?”

“C’n I please-“

“I thought you said you would stop bothering me after this?” You wiggled your hips again, whining and wrapping your lips around the wet head of his cock.

“I’ll never get anything done if you keep pestering me like this.”

His hand grabs your jaw, pulling your mouth away from his dick and making you peer up at him. He admires you for a short while, thumb swiping along your slick bottom lip, to which you open in hopes he’ll let you suck on it.

He doesn’t, opting instead to lean back a little more, patting his thigh like he was calling a dog to come to him. Your face burns at that but you don’t pass the opportunity to sit on his lap, crawling up and situating yourself atop him.

You can feel his dick against you, pressing against your cunt, twitching under you at the feel of your wetness. You thank god that he’s so lenient with you, letting you act out your desires with nothing more than amused scolding.

With hands on shoulders, you lift yourself just enough so he can slip himself inside. He hooks his own chin over your shoulder, seemingly drawing his attention back to his work once again.

“That’s better?” He asks whilst writing, but its rhetorical. The way you immediately start rolling your hips tells him all he need, a high chant of “yesyesyes” spilling from you.

A try at making a rhythm was lost quickly, head too cloudy to do more than little desperate jerks of your hips.

Doing all the work was tiring, with Albedo not even shifting his hips to aid you, just letting you pathetically twitch and grind and whimper like a bitch in heat - he’d tell you that, if he was more vulgar, but doesn’t. He’s sure you already know, anyway.

Even though he was quite good at blocking things out, the wet suction and squeeze of your walls around him were a little much, and he had to stop his work to take a breath and calm himself a little.

It unfortunately didn’t do much, the never stopping movements from you becoming something that he couldn’t just ignore.

So he decided on a different course of action.

“You’re distracting me,” he murmurs, grasping you hip with one of his hands, to which they kick forwards. “Stop moving.”

You shake your head, a silent protest at his notion. How mean could he be to make you stop?

A pinch to your side and a simple “what did i say?” were enough to make you think twice.

You let out something akin to a sob, hips shaking as an attempt to keep them still. It was somehow too much and not enough at the same time and it made you want to cry, made you want to tell Albedo how mean he was being right now.

He’s so stubborn sometimes, so set on working and blocking out the rest of the world that even when he wants something he wont get it. You, tearful and pouting, shove your face in the junction of his neck and shoulders and try your hardest to just sit.

“Good girl,” a praise - he knew you were pouting - to keep you from being too upset.

“Just a little while longer, alright?”

How Genshin Impact Characters Love (as told by tarot)

tags: headcanons, tarot

a/n: (smh i was supposed to do my tokyo revengers version of this today and i come here with genshin because i’m so excited about inazuma releasing lol) here we are with another ‘how genshin characters love’ post, but this time with a tarot-based twist! my tarot event was surprisingly popular, so i thought why not do this again with fandoms i really like and obviously i had to do some genshin characters. if people really like it, i think i’ll do more genshin characters if people have certain characters in mind! let me know what you guys think of the interpretations, i think they’re accurate to the characters!

deck: true black tarot

xiao

the emperor, the moon, page of wands, knight of cups

xiao’s love was a risk he decided to take, a dance of uncertainty he isn’t sure will lead him but he joins it anyway. xiao knows the pain that ultimately always follow when one of the adepti decides to love a human, it is something he was painfully aware of before pursuing a relationship with you and it is something that is always at the back of his mind throughout. but that fear and sorrow wasn’t enough to stop him in the end. xiao’s love is expressed through his actions and spending time with you. his love is sturdy and a love you can depend on because he presents himself as such. if there are only so many days, months, and years he can have with you, xiao doesn’t want you to feel unloved or neglected for even a minute of it. his love is protective, likening himself to your own personal knight like stories of old from nations like mondstadt and fontaine. he dreams of a day his karmic debt is something he no longer has to worry about and he is able to cast away his yaksha mask for the simple pleasures of being with you and experiencing life the way you have. maybe a day like that will come, maybe it won’t, either way xiao plans to be beside you

albedo

seven of wands, anant, five of swords, the sun

there’s a selfishness to albedo’s love that he isn’t able to figure out. he wants to devote all his time to alchemy, yet he also wants to spend the exact same amount of time with you. he wishes to discover the secrets of life that this universe holds, but he also finds himself wishing to discover things about you that you haven’t revealed or that even you yourself aren’t privy to (although there are times he does figure something out about you only for you to do something else completely contradictory, it’s an endless cycle that only goes to show how complicated human nature is). the selfish desires running rampant in him are all at conflict with each other and a practical solution for it all is hard even for the chief alchemist of mondstadt, and one of the brightest minds in mondstadt, to come up with. but despite his troubling, for lack of a better word, inner conflicts, albedo love is warm and joyous. he enjoys having you in his life and cares for you greatly. the sunflower is a symbol of longevity, adoration, and loyalty, all of which he feels towards you. he may not be one for dancing, but the way you make him feel is a feeling mighty close. perhaps he can recreate the imagery with alchemy, you certainly make his feelings feel like they are sprouting up like sunflowers

eula

the fool, eight of swords, strength, the emperor

for the spindrift knight, love would be a new, less traveled road she’s never embarked upon until you came into her life. love was something eula’s had yet to receive from even her own family, so romantic love was especially unfamiliar for her. those were feelings she’s never thought of having for anyone, definitely unplanned. but isn’t love generally that way to begin with? still, eula likely held herself from back from her feelings, though it shows on her face plenty despite trying to present herself as apathetic and uncaring. when she let’s go of those self imposed chains and learns what love is supposed to be like, eula’s love is secure and steady. she might not always express it the way she’d like, but her actions speak far louder than her words ever could through caring and compassionate actions. you don’t care about her status as the depraved descendant of mondstadt’s fallen clan. you only see her as eula, your eula, and that for her gives her the courage to walk with you on a path together and see where it leads you even if she feels as blind as a newborn with every step she takes

yanfei

page of swords, eight of swords, knight of cups, the hierophant

yanfei’s love is straightforward and clear. just as her contract to her parents dictated, yanfei lives freely and only makes choices that serve to make her happy. as such, when she comes to love someone, yanfei doesn’t hold back and she presents herself in earnest to be in a relationship with you. she assures you through her words that she loves you and loves being with you and whenever her busy work as a legal advisor gives her some free time, yanfei is more than happy to spend it with you (though she may chatter most of the day away). despite her cheery and lackadaisical disposition, however, it hasn’t slipped her mind that being half-adeptus your lifespans are severely different. she often worries about when the time will arise that this detrimental difference begins to show on your body that will age much faster than her own. but yanfei knows this is the price all of adeptus blood must pay if they wish to partake in relationships with the humans

childe

knight of pentacles, queen of pentacles, the tower, four of cups

childe’s love is as dedicated as love comes despite his playful and shrewd nature he shows to others who don’t have the luxury of knowing him the way you or his family does. but when childe loves, he is no longer childe the eleventh harbinger of the fatui or tartaglia the thrill-seeking warrior. no, when childe loves – truly comes to fall in love – he is ajax of snezhnaya who loves his family above all else. the people he becomes with his various aliases aren’t associated with the relationship he has with you, like a shield of love and luxury that exists only for the both of you. he can be himself and pretend his troubles and duties don’t burden him when he’s with you and relax solely on you. but ajax isn’t foolish, he knows there’s only so long he can keep you separated from the fatui and what carrying the titles childe and tartaglia brings. something has to give, either your relationship or his duties as a harbinger. it is something he thinks about constantly but perhaps there is a flower hidden in the branches of the weeping willow tree that alludes to a positive outcome after the end of his contemplative period

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDitch with me, Genshin characters

genshin characters reacting to you saying, "I'm bored, let's/can we go make out somewhere."

includes: albedo, rosaria, xiao, hu tao

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ALBEDO ━━ THE CHALK PRINCE 〕

Maybe becoming a volunteer in Sucrose's experiment just because you wanted to see Albedo was a bad idea; you didn't know what you were thinking, of course Albedo wouldn't ditch his job, overseeing Sucrose's experiment, half way to indulge in you━━ hell he wouldn't stop even if Mondstadt was on the verge of collapsing. Even so, you sat at the table, passing along different chemicals and materials ( that you involuntarily learnt the name of ) to the two when they asked.

You knew better than to become a hinderance to Albedo's work and to keep your private relationship out of his work cave but having him stood right infront of you, have his hair be waved in your face without you being able to touch it was just a crime. So when Sucrose slipped away to find the materials from the different side of the room, you took this as a chance to sneak up on Albedo and wrap your arms around his waist and swaying him side to side. He leans back into you slightly, which makes you happy, knowing he had been craving your touch as you his.

"We're nearly done━━" Albedo starts, only to be cut off by you, breathing down his neck, "I'm bored, can we go make out somewhere?"

Albedo freezes, still stiffly following your swaying. You let him ago upon feeling him freeze up, turning him around to face you━━ though he didn't look at you, casting his gaze upon the floor. You hear him mumble something under his breath, "what was that?"

You lean down, hoping he repeats it. He manages to grit out, "after we finish," hoping Sucrose didn't hear. You hum happily, letting him go when Sucrose comes back with an armful of materials and places them on the table. "It's a promise then," you tease. Sucrose seems confused, but with you having an amused smile on your face as you went back to your table and Albedo, who seemed to be out of it, she didn't know who exactly to ask so hoped it was nothing serious.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ROSARIA ━━ THORNING BENEVOLENCE 〕

If joining the knights taught you one thing, it was never to go drinking with the Cavalry Captain, Kaeya as his go to was usually his brother's cavaran and God knows how much those two pretend they hate each other. See Kaeya enjoyed riling people up, no matter who, but somehow, he got an extra thrill when it was the red haired pyro claymore user; so when Kaeya asks if you want to go for a drink, you say no.

However, this time was different because Kaeya used your weak spot ( Rosaria ) and so here you are now, extra drunk because the alcohol is the only thing that's heloing you ignore the annoying bickering of the two adoptive brothers. Diluc usually ignores all of Kaeya's advances to rile him up, but obviously his day has been shitty because he responded less level headed than usual.

With your face flushed and flat against the bar, you peer up at Rosaria, whose face was hid behind her wooden cup. "You're staring," she states and you push yourself up, placing your head on your crossed arms this time as you hum, acknowledging her words. You glance at the brothers and then glance back just as she sets her cup down, "I'm bored," she looks down at you, "can we go make out somewhere?"

It seems you were a little louder than you thought you were being because the trio stare at you━━ Rosaria, Kaeya and Diluc, all three of them, drill holes into your soul and you should be embarrassed, but the alcohol in your system was definitely messing with you because you hiccup and straighten up to place your cheek on your palm and give Rosaria a smile.

The first to speak is Rosaria, who sighs, "you're drunk," she pushes your mug away from you, nodding at Diluc to take the mug away from your vision. You pout though, a little mad that you dismissed your words as drunk rambles but Kaeya appears behind you and places his hands on your shoulder, "now now, haven't you heard that a drunk man's rambles is his truth?" He teases.

"Shut up, Kaeya," Diluc steps in, not appreciating his humour, "she's not going to take advantage of their drunk state, truth or not."

"I'll take you home," Rosaria urges you to your feet, wrapping your arm around her shoulder and hers around your waist. "Kaeya can take the bill." She says before she leaves with you, stirring up Kaeya on purpose.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 XIAO ━━ CONQUEROR OF DEMONS 〕

Ganyu's training, how should you say this, wasn't what you expected it to be. Though you weren't expecting something of large grandiosity, they were still immortals so you were expecting something which is why you followed the traveller and Ganyu ( also because you hadn't seen Xiao in a long time so you were looking for an excuse ).

You wanted to hug Xiao the moment you saw him but upon hearing you shout his name happily, he sent you a look that said 'not—the—time' so reluctantly, you let him do what he was there to do. When Ganyu went to train though and the traveller was stood far away from you, speaking to Paimon, you glanced over at Xiao, who was trained on Ganyu's figure as she pulled back her bow and aimed.

"What?" He snapped, arms crossed when he notices you were just staring at him without saying anything. "I'm bored," you huff, leaning back on the mountain just behind you.

"Why did you come then," he asks━━ a rhetorical question, he didn't want an answer, he just wanted to rebut you. Too bad though, he was going to get an answer, "well, I came for a certain someone," you emphasise your words so he knew your 'certain someone' was him, "but my certain someone is too busy for me right now."

He doesn't answer, arms crossed and eye still watching Ganyu as she flew platform to platform, summoning her bow and firing with each platform she landed on. "Xiao," he doesn't make a move to acknowledge your words, "Xiao, I'm bored━━"

He gives you an exasperated sigh, ready to answer but you continue, "let's go make out somewhere." He finally looks at you, his neck snaps over to you with a sudden movement that you're scared he broke it but his ears peaking through his bangs and you see them turning read. He stares at you like you've committed a crime but you blink, "please keep it in your pants until we're done."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 HU TAO ━━ FRAGRANCE IN THAW 〕

Hu Tao usually leaves majority of her paperwork to Zhongli, simply because the latter was better at paperwork whilst she did field work that allowed her to stretch her legs. Due to certain circumstances however, Zhongli was currently unavailable and Hu Tao had to take care of paperwork, that she had kept away in hopes he would come back. You didn't understand much of the paperwork, simply there because the other workers had asked you to make sure she actually completed the work.

Bad decision on their part, you got bored even easier than Hu Tao, at least she had something to do. You had to sit there and watch as she stared at paperwork with great diligence, tongue slightly poking out of her mouth as she concentrated. You busied yourself with the odd bits here and there she had on her desk but even those couldn't quell the urge to grab Hu Tao and jump out the window.

"Hu Tao," you call out she ignores you. "Miss Director, I'm bored."

She pauses, like she's debating something but then promptly return to her work. "Let's go make out somewhere." She jumps up at her seat, slamming her hands on the desk before grabbing you by the wrist and before long, you're both out the Funeral Parlor's door with her employees shouting out after her.