#gnsn

he's always always ALWAYS partnered up with you in duo works or at the very least, placed in the same groups. he'd always act like it happened because of pure chance but if you take a glimpse at his phone's dms you'd see the death threats he's been sending to his peers and professors alike :/. and it's not even typed in a fed up way with incorrect punctuations nor does it include any slangs - it reads as an email. formal and straight to the point. yeesh.

<3: after every written midterm or final exam, your sheet of paper always go mysteriously missing and you always shrug it off because who gaf about a damned piece of paper that only caused you misery. but alhaitham does. he always collects your exam papers so that he can paste it on the walls of his room, and it'll be the first thing that his eyes settle on the moment he enters. it makes him incredibly proud to see your high marks every single time, he can't help but feel pride in his chest (he thinks he's part of the team 😭😭), especially if it was a subject he tutored you on. but more than anything, he just loves the way intellect looks so good on you. and it would be somewhat sweet if he didn't take your exam papers without your knowledge and if he stopped nutting on them every time he gets worked up :/.

ayato:

(coercion)

ayato traps you into a relationship within less than a month of knowing him 😞💔. your first meeting was probably preconstructed, too. maybe you two stumbled into each other amidst a busy street or reached for the same book in a secluded store - a supposed meet-cute in your eyes but it quickly becomes a horror story because he has your routine and behavioral pattern memorized and noted down in his phone just so he can plan ahead. he manages to coerce you into a date the same day you two met, and you're left wondering if it's his charisma or you've just been intimidated into giving him a chance. either way, you end up having more casual dates in the span of two (2) weeks until one day a friend of yours sends you an article link. your blood runs cold when you see the headline and a familiar picture of a date with him underneath it - what do you mean conglomerate heir??? ayato?? relationship???? in a fit of panic, you end up spamming his dms and he'd have the gall to try and act sad, saying shit like, "oh, wow :(((. that's crazy :(( so sorry this happened to you because of me! might as well commit, right? :<" but secretly giggling twirling his hair and kicking feet from the fruition of his plan. asshole.

loves sharing his boba drink with you to have his indirect kisses. what's yours is his and what's his is yours, or whatever he droned on about. plus, it's a combination of two of his favorite things, after all - boba tea and you <33. he'd just bring the straw near your lips and look at you with his signature close-eyed smile as he gently tells you to try out this new boba tea flavor (a lie, it's always the same flavor) he got. he'd insist and insist, causing you to crumble under the pressure of him as you reluctantly sip from the straw. and he always looks so euphoric after sipping the same straw you just done seconds prior. freaky. his day is genuinely ruined if you don't drink from his boba tea at least once.

ayato detests it when he has to have people keep tabs on you, so he tries to prevent this by just... making you stick to him 24/7 :). it's so, so awkward when he's in a board meeting and you're literally next to him playing fuckass blockblast on your phone, all uninterested in their businesspilled businessmaxxing strategies. you'd rather be anywhere but here, sigh. you often catch middle-aged men eyeing you from the corner of their eyes probably wondering who got your random ass here (they don't know it's ayato kamisato </3).

lumine:

(non-consensual touching, freakazoid lumine, taking advantage of someone under the influence of alcohol, spit)

oh brother, someone get her off the stage !!!! wherever you go, she follows, or whatever that bruno mars song says, but she takes it literally. whenever you're enlisting your college subjects for the term, trust she'll be all up in your messages begging and begging for you to send your schedule so she can match yours to a T. it's practically an unspoken rule in your college that the seat next to you is lumine's seat and the other side has to remain empty or else she'll tweak the fuck out. should the lectures end early, lumine will drag you to spend your free time in the campus cafe or library while waiting for your next class. she literally hounds you like a guard dog to ensure no one will approach you.

<3: lumine always goads you into joining her in sorority parties just for two (2) reasons: to kiss you silly while you're inebriated enough to not remember it the following day and to spit in your alcoholic drink while you're unaware. the night starts off fun despite your initial refusal - beer pong, shot tricks with lumine, playing uno, watching that hu tao girl do a cannonball from the house's roof - it's all so.. amusing. you've just survived your finals. lumine and you deserve this night of enjoying your youth, even more so when she brings out the hard liquor with no chaser provided to soothe the burning sensation of alcohol. so it's no wonder how and why you got so drunk in just a few shots in. it's no wonder, too, when you end up in a secluded bathroom away from the life of the party with someone's tongue being shoved down your throat all while grinding into you - aiming to devour you whole with the hunger of a starving beast. you don't remember much; you never do. but particular honey eyes are starting to become familiar for reasons you don't want to entertain... lumine would never, right? but this happens again and again and again until you're left with no choice but to stop going to parties altogether.

lumine and her big fuckass bug eyes love to stare. that's all she did when she met you the first time during freshman year - stare. Ever since then, she'd shown her more extroverted, loud, silly nature, but sometimes she reverts back to her old habits and just stares at you for hours on end with not a single word uttered. admittedly, it's unnerving at times since the only thing (err, person) she stares at when she gets quiet is you. her eyes trail after your every movement, her gaze lapping up every visible inch of you. you get fed up and jokingly slap her back, and she snaps out of her trance with a sheepish chuckle. how silly of her!

<3: whenever lumine visits your dorm, she'd make sure your roommate is out for the night (if lumine had it her way, she'd be your roommate) and that she conveniently forgot to check the weather because now it's pouring outside and shows no signs of stopping soon. oh, woe is her! she looks so stressed and sad, too - how will she get home at this rate!? and with the kindness in your heart, you step in to offer sharing your bed with her. you don't even get to finish your sentence before she's enthusiastically agreeing with your offer. in the wake of the night, nestled in your cramped bed with no space left between the two of you, lumine patiently waits until you are lulled into the embrace of slumber. when she sees the slow rise and fall of your chest is when she reaches out a tentative hand to grope your breast through the thin fabric of your tank top. you're not wearing any bra. lumine bites her lip to prevent a moan from escaping. this is always her favorite part when she stays the night. she gropes, fondles, and squeezes - lumine just can't enough. she literally never sleeps because she's too busy gooning over you all night.

furina:

( manipulation, s*lf-harm, guilt-tripping, unhealthy relationships, dependency)

when you're in a cringefail losergirl yet still clinically insane competition but your opponent is furina de fontaine, global superstar of teyvat, with 60 million followers across all platforms who also happens to be a massive freak when no one's looking: :(

furina is deranged in a way that's akin to rising tides. you let her get away with miniscule, inconspicuous acts at the beginning until slowly but surely, as the water reaches your knees, you're now actively enabling her toxic tendencies under the guise of not wanting to upset sweet, sweet furina. she attaches quick. a week ago, she'd be subtly overstaying her welcome in your cozy apartment, then the following week, you just open your door to see her with bags packed, fully expecting you to accommodate her out of the blue. it's scary living alone, she'd explain, with stalkers and whatnot. but bitch, what about YOUUUU?? you're literally inviting THEE stalker into your house; wake up !!! if she has stalkers, and you (unknowingly) have a stalker.... then who's driving the bus? 😳😳

furina's admittedly a bad roommate when it comes to chores due to her status and schedule as a celebrity. oftentimes, when it's her schedule to wash the dishes or vacuum the living room, there's an 80% chance it's unfulfilled because of how busy it is. it's various small accumulations of errors until an incident happens that breaks the camel's back. you get fed up, and you two have a massive fight because of it, which ends in you walking out of the apartment, and in a fit of anger, telling her to pack her bags to move out. furina's knees buckle to the floor and just starts spiraling, genuinely. you come back to bloody floors and furina's wrists sliced repeatedly all while crying hysterically with a knife in her hands. your blood runs ice cold, burning the flames of what was once anger as you rush to her aid. 'i'm so, so sorry', you'd whisper out as you rock her back and forth. through garbled words, furina would then tell you, 'it won't happen again, I promise. just don't make me leave you, please.' because it's a fate worse than death in her eyes.

emilie:

(murder, mentioned masturbation, minor implication of s*icide, armpit, smell kink...)

<3: you once slept over at emilie's house and brought over your perfume since she was curious about what brand you use. while you were showering, emilie took the limited time she had to masturbate and, to the best of her abilities, shoved her bodily fluids into your favorite perfume :(( like girl, where's the decorum... you come out of the shower and don't even bat an eye to the unusual subtle flush on her cheeks (oh wow, is that a new blush shade on you, emilie? adorbs!) or how your perfume moved to a completely different location from where you put it. pure of heart, dumb of ass. you're dying first in a horror movie.

on a similar note, emilie eventually convinces you into letting her make your perfumes for you. it starts off in small mentions and passing comments of, 'oh, I can easily replicate this perfume's scent, you know?' or, 'hmm, try this sample I made instead.' until you're dragged into her perfume hole and now you must wear the perfumes she specially concocted herself and avoid brands like the plague OR ELSE you'll find her lodging a pistol up to her mouth because what's the point of living if you don't even like the most intimate form of love she can express - scents and perfumes.

<3: SHE HAS A SMELL KINK OKAY.... 😭😭 hear me out.. or don't, damn... but she loves sniffing every part of your body, it's genuinely her biggest turn on which is why she steals your panties for the sole purpose of huffing them like drugs. this is the chanel coco mademoiselle of her world !! she'll even take the bras and t-shirts you've worn because that means it has your body scent on it, awww! <3 and should she be given the chance, she'd definitely huff at your armpits. :(

emilie has definitely killed for you before, and yes, she did get away with it. with her other profession as a forensic cleaner and her connection with chevreuse in the police force, it's practically like taking candy from a baby - unbearably easy. she would lament the corrupt justice system of her country, butttt it benefits her as of this moment so :/ winners love winning. rip bozo, though!

albedo:

(fantasies, mention of dr*gs, smoking, and alcohol)

his biggest fantasy is you ruining his life. the thought of him, an up-and-coming prodigal STEM college student who's predicted to create research breakthroughs the moment he graduates - for all that potential to be thrown away just because of a singular person is actually his favorite thing. he wants the two of you to be dragged down together to rock bottom until there's no way up. but then you could be a fellow honor student too, so like, how can you even ruin his life? in cases like these wherein you're more of a good influence than bad, the downfall moreso lies in the existence of you rather than the actions that you do. just... being next to you poisons albedo's mind and slowly drives him to do crazy, unhinged things. it could be in a fit of want when he impulsively knocks your head over with an object to trap you inside his cramped one-bedroom apartment or in a moment of rage where he ends up stabbing someone who got too close to you. it's in drastic actions done that takes a while for albedo to realize that he fucked himself and his studies over. and... there's a part of him that wants that. to love you so much he ruins his life in the name of you, is that not romance?

but in the event that you are indeed a perceptively bad influence on him, oh. he takes joy in joining you in activities that knowingly destroy your and your health. smoking cigarettes? teach him how to inhale without coughing it up. drinking alcohol to a concerning degree? be sure to bring some for him next time. skipping classes and neglecting your academics? he can do it for you if you want :)

he loves it. ruining his life is a joint effort between you and him.

childe:

(situationship victim childe, universe where childe isn't that freaky.. woah. i will remedy this with my next post (jk...... i think.))

<3: this man literally never fails to piss you off but the dick is too good so you put up with his trashfire attitude on a daily basis just to get laid :(. he's not even horrible in a 'jock, douchebag' way but more of a 'dog who can't leave you alone' way - he attaches himself to your side like superglue and no matter how hard you try to nudge him off, he. will. not. leave!! it's cute at first, but sometimes you turn your phone off just for an hour to be free from his spam texts. he's literally your toxic, manipulative girlfriend, I fear. you don't respond to his texts in 0.0234304 seconds, and now he can't help but worry if you're having an affair behind his back (delusion final boss). he tags you in his Instagram stories and facebook posts when the dms doesn't work and yes, you do end up responding because being outed in public because of CHILDE out of all people puts you in aura debt.

he's def your childhood friend who literally gatekeeps you from anyone that shows even a smidgen of an interest in you :(. when someone taps his shoulder the moment you're out of sight to ask for your number, childe's giving them his and when they hit 'you' up - they get insta-blocked. should an event happens where they do manage to get your number, childe will be the one to terrorize them in messages to leave you the fuck alone, they're spoken for !! even if they may not have a label on their relationship.... it's still a relationship, nonetheless !!!

childe loves cooking for you, and he genuinely crashes out if you eat takeout or try someone else's cooking. fuck off with the wanmin takeout xingqiu, that's probably poisoned. ugh, go away escoffier with your filet mignon doodoo. no, yoimiya, (y/n) doesn't want your fuckass onigiri because childe already packed them lunch !!!!!!! why is everyone so hellbent on feeding you??? childe is actually so close to bringing a pistol to college. he views them all as the ugly hag queen giving snow white the poisoned apple btw.

tells everyone around him, family and friends alike, that he's your boyfriend, which greatly contradicts your given statement because you tell everyone instead that your relationship with him is, 'just complicated'. ouch. he laughs it off outside, but he's throwing up and seething the moment he's alone. he's playing the long game here, people !! it's okay if he's not your boyfriend because he knows he'll be your husband :))) it's all in the mindset. he'll show them all when he inevitably mails them invitations to his wedding with you in a few years. yup.

kinich:

(masturbation, lowk delusion)

kinich... kinich makes a version of you and him in the sims :(. he saw it on tiktok once, and really liked the idea. and he becomes so ingrained in the sims-world version of you and him who are married, woohoos every 10 seconds, have 10 children together with a lizard named ajaw that when he attends his first class next semester he gets a whiplash at seeing you in the flesh. like, oh! he forgot that you weren't dating him and that everything was just a figment of his fantasies for a second there :)

<3: definitely used his real-life pet lizard ajaw to lure you into visiting his room, thanks ajaw! he infodumps about lizards his way into bed with you and he hits it raw with no condom whatsoever for his first time, too. #nolongervirgin. like woah... they were not familiar with kinich's game at awl.... and you end up coming back the next day because he told you he'd explain his PC specs in detail and where he got his gaming chair from like GET UP 😭😭😭

<3: HE JERKS OFF TO YOUR IN-GAME AVATARS. PUT HIM DOWN. like this isn't funny anymore, kinich is so depraved that when he plays online games with you and sees your character model, he starts masturbating while the two of you grind to defeat the enderdragon or try to escape the roblox obby. what's so sexy about 8bit pixels kinich..... and if he's this horrendous with your avatars then don't imagine how hard he's jerking off when you VC on discord with him. yikes.

chasca:

(panty stealing, mention of period and discharge)

<3: chasca loves stealing your panties whenever she manages to find an excuse to visit your house. what you don't know won't hurt you. and trust me, she loves all types of panties that you've worn, but her favorite has to be the used panties stained with either your vaginal discharge or period blood. she can never be grossed out, not when it came from your body - which is exactly why she'll reverently clean it up using her tongue as she inevitably soaks her own panties from the sheer arousal she's experiencing. listen, emilie steals your panties to sniff them - chasca steals your panties to taste your fluids; they are not twins !!

<3: on the topic of pussy... she loves eating your pussy. do not shoot the messenger. she has a oral fixation and just loves tonguing you for hours on end on the days when college isn't demanding your blood and soul. you always end up overstimulated by the time night comes, and you're just begging her to lay off your pussy and look at the fucking tiktoks you sent her !!

chasca, gatekeeper extraordinaire, always waits for you after lectures as a silent stake of claim to you. no one really bothers chasca because of quiet nature and intimidating stance which then extends to you.

xilonen:

(no warnings this is tame, there's more I want to say but-[REDACTED])

if ifa pet-traps you, then xilonen definitely parent-traps you. she just shows up to one of your scheduled hangouts with nepecha hiding behind her legs, explaining how the little girl came from a house of abuse, and expects you to agree in co-parenting her like???? i mean, yeah, you do give in but but but !!! parenting is a serious commitment, xilonen !! what if your friendship with her falls out which will then force you to stop visiting nepecha due to the awkwardness !! xilonen will look at you straight and then say in an exasperated manner, "then just, don't make it happen? ugh, stop overcomplicating things." and well... yeah, she's right actually :(. so now you're obligated to invest time and energy on your newly appointed daughter, nepecha, alongside xilonen. okay happy family.

Between the green bushes, bloomed a rose with no color. White as paper, bare of the color red. It stood between the other roses, a sight for sore eyes. The Akademiya garden has become its home, it resides there bathing in the sun while young scholars roam about, admiring the pristine flower.

“How pretty.” Spoke one of the scholars to the other as they admired each pristine petal. After finishing their lessons, they'd never pass by the chance of taking a look at the strange birth of a single white rose amongst the reds. “Why hasn't anyone plucked it, I wonder.” It has been days, nearly reaching a week. Yet no scholar dares to pick it up by its stem and keep the flower for themselves.

“Perhaps the rose contains dangerous chemicals. It lacks any red petals. It would be wise to be cautious!” Answered a scholar, for they have not a clue to what causes such a phenomenon.

The scholars head on their way, slowly one by one leaving the garden in solitude. Birds fly by, perching on branches of trees. Taking residence under leaves. Singing along with one another as they greet each other in soft chirps.

It was a lovely time in the garden, when scholars were busy rebuking knowledge and brushing past aged papers with the purpose of pursuing answers, no one to witness the harmony created by the birds above. They sang so sweetly, causing flowers to sway along to their delicate whistles and chirps. Although, it seems a visitor has noticed the solitude provided in the garden. Slowly making his appearance with each step past the Akademiya's arch entrance.

The birds did not stop their singing, enjoying their time in the garden to notice a scholar settling below the tree shade, the same tree they reside above on the branches.

Once they do, they scatter amongst themselves, flapping their wings and disappearing into the blue horizon. Stopping the once sweet harmony. The change was abrupt, leaving the white rose rather disappointed as it asked; “Why must you scare them away, dear scholar?”

Scholars are known for being seekers of knowledge, each spoken word carries logic, and it seems this one is no different as he replied; “It's natural for them to fear me. For I am human. We hunt them.” before opening what seems to be a book. Having no care for the bleakness he brought upon the once comfortable garden.

The rose found the scholar's words to be cynical, yet correct. Laced in frost while bearing truth. It found itself at a loss of words, it always was facing scholars of his caliber. “I do not recall Scholars hunting birds, you all hunt knowledge as far as the wind blows.” The scholar bears no quick witty words nor does he spare a glance. It seems as if his awareness of the world has been cut off, his focus only being on the words written in paper.

And thus, the silence returned once more. Uncomfortable and inconvenient such as the scholar’s presence in the garden.

“Scholars care not for what holds no knowledge!” Cried one of the red roses to its neighbor.

“Indeed, what a rude act; favoring a lousy book over talks!” said the neighboring rose.

The white rose spoke of nothing, watching from afar as the scholar flips over to another page. It has been admired by many scholars for different reasons; may it be aesthetics, the questions its existence brought, and what it looked like under their protruding lenses. Wind blew over the garden, pinching leaves out of their branches to float in the air dancing amongst petals. The white rose swayed slightly, though it remained standing in its bushes, the wind had brushed back the scholar's hair away from his face.

The white rose took notice of the redness in his eyes, a glass dome forming over the pair threatening to break as the scholar stared down at the page of his book. No words can be read and none can describe his current state. “.. Dear scholar, why do you weep?” The white rose inquired, for it had never witnessed tears from a scholar before. The sight before it contradicts a previous assumption made of his kind.

The scholar does not give out his answer quickly, choosing to wipe away at his eyes and focus his gaze to the pages of his book. “One of the many ways humans clear one's mind is to let it flow out rather than containing.” An explanation behind an act, but not the reason for it.

“You have not answered my question, Dear Scholar.” The white rose pressed on with gentle curiosity.

He does not give out his answer quickly, choosing to brush through another page in his book perhaps thinking to himself before replying. “My grandmother passed away.” He spoke the news yet carried no sense of grief in his voice. “I just finished arranging her funeral. It will be held tomorrow evening according to the schedule.”

No wind dares to interrupt the silence that blankets over the garden. The red roses remain quiet, wilting in their own shame. Only the white rose watched, as the scholar's face bore no emotion yet his rapid blinking spoke otherwise in an attempt to break away the glass dome before they could form once more.

“She is someone dear to you then, Dear Scholar.” The white rose said, and the scholar doesn't deny its assumption. His eyes remain solely on his book, pages filled with information easily found in the akasha terminal yet he preferred the hard copy.

“I do. There'd be no need for me to arrange her funeral if I don't.” A disheartening yet logical response. The white rose has learned to appreciate this part of scholars by now. An infuriating yet endearing mannerism of his.

“Do you have anything to remember her by?” throughout the days it has lived in the garden, overhearing the dialogues scholars share to one another. It has learned that ‘sentimentality’ is something humans hold.

Being in possession of an item or an inanimate object acting as a representative of someone they admired and loved. Most of the time, that object is a way to remember someone who no longer stands on the surface but rests below it. The white rose cannot fully grasp the concept as it is only a flower. But it has seen the many reverent acts of others when it comes to their sentimental object..

The scholar does not reply, maybe he will never. The white rose would not be surprised at the silence, it had predicted his answer would none at all. It does not push for one this time.

“I'm holding it.” He uttered after a beat.

“.. Your book?” It inquired despite knowing the answer.

He sent a glance towards the white rose, still bearing no emotion on the surface of his face. “Must I answer that?”

The white rose stayed quiet, watching the scholar return his focus back to his book. It has concluded that the scholar lacks any capability in social sensitivity, it is sure that fact will bite him in the rear in whatever future he may strive for. “.. I suppose not. Though your reactions are unexpected.”

“Is there an ideal reaction to someone's passing?” A rhetorical question, for a seemingly nonexistent grief.

“I’m afraid I have no answer for that, I am simply a rose in a garden.”

“You can attempt to find one. Rose or not, we're able to communicate with one another. Which means you have a mind of your own. Why restrict yourself to a mere flora?” The scholar’s words surprise the white rose for It does not think highly of itself, it knows that it simply is a flora. A flower. To be admired, to be used, to be thrown away for another that will bloom. It's a cycle which will end with a cut to its stem. It had long accepted that fate.

Yet now, the scholar had questioned that cycle. Whether it would allow itself to be forever bound and labeled, or perhaps, it will make a path of its own.

“.. I am restricted, Dear Scholar.” The white rose admits, unashamed. “Your question had brought me to a halt, regarding my existence. I have questioned whether my difference amongst others is truly a blessing or simply a veiled curse. I imagine my life will end under lenses of a scholar’s lab or plucked away for a fleeting love confession. Your inquiry made me realize that I..” It trails off, placed back to a stand-off between comfort of acceptance or freedom of difference.

One will give the white rose a sense of knowing fate while the other gives it a choice without knowing what lies beyond it. And as if sensing the white rose’s contemplation, the scholar gave a word of his own; “Do you need my judgement?” as he swipes his hand over to another page of his book.

The white rose hesitates, judgement from a scholar sounds intimidating. Even more from this particular one. “.. Go on.” Nonetheless, it is rather a curious one.

“Accepting fate is the logical answer.” The scholar never ceases to surprise it. Yet the white rose remained silent, allowing him to continue. “It is what I would choose,” A subjective answer then. “having to fight fate seems rather tiresome.” A scholar who lacks ambition? It seems there’s more than one anomaly in this garden.

The white rose couldn’t stop itself from questioning, “Then why become a scholar?”

“Because books intrigued me. Automatically, so did knowledge.” Such a simple and refined answer, one the white rose couldn't help but feel jealous of. “And If I may add,” The scholar glances over to the bush it resides in. “One's difference shouldn’t be made a curse or a blessing defined by others. You are the one holding that decision, so pick as you like.”

The way he spoke of it, the weight of his words are like the wind. You will feel the breeze yet unable to grasp it. Yet the white rose who hadn’t verbalized its answer, had finally found one. “I desire for more, while also keeping comfort within my petals.” A rather self indulgent answer but one it had concluded to.

The scholar does not reply, allowing the quiet garden to settle with the flower's conclusion. With his controlled movements, he closes the book. Slowly, he rises up to his feet. The distant ringing bell coming from the Akademiya echoes in the air, a sign of the return of scholars for a moment of leisure after lessons.

The scholar desired not to be with the rest of his caliber. Yet he does not leave immediately, instead, he turns to face the white rose. His expression remained stone, like a drawing made of ink on paper. “You want to live a comfortable life while maintaining ambition.” Simplifying its words with his own before adding; “Then you and I aren’t so different.” as he turned his heel and made his way back past the arches, disappearing into the hall as scholars slowly returned into the garden. Slowly filling it once more.

The white rose had not expected a similarity in desires between itself and a scholar.

But it was not an unpleasant surprise.

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