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Wriothesley Teaches You How to Fight Like A Pro

"First things first... fix that attitude of yours," Wriothesley grumbled, clad in his long-sleeved dress shirt, fitted pants and mechanical gauntlets. Slicking his hair back with both hands over his head, he groaned, "You don't even want to do this properly. Are you just here for me or what?"

Upon hearing that, your jokester ass laughed out loud and you clutched your clenched stomach bending over in joy. Wiping a tear from your eye, you muse, "Well what if I was?" and continued giggling with your feet circling in arcs like a dying roach.

Let's just say some people have a different sense of humour. You weren't even surprised when you lightly peeked with one eye at Wriothesley to find him glaring daggers at you with those striking eyes of his, because he has never appreciated your skibidi toilet jokes.

Even you knew his limits, and you didn't know him well. Just well enough to share drinks and inside jokes. For you, well was quality time and bouts of intimate touches. So no, you didn't know him well. You got up and sprung back into action, picking up some Gintama move you saw Chinese grandmothers do in Tai Chi. Hands in karate chop motion, you tornadoed to his direction and landed a foot directly in front of him, hand positioned directly before his nose.

Wriothesley scrunched up his nose and forced out a reluctant "Better, I guess," and lowered his head. Addled and confused, you tilted your neck to your side in a classic WHAT?! pose, then you heard a chuckle from somewhere around the room. Looking around, you said, "Well, I never knew you invited some others to our practises."

When he didn't respond, you turned back to him kneeling on the floor, gorgeous di-coloured hair sprawling out from his scalp. You squat with your legs open like a frog or sneaky spider in front of him, leggings stretching against your calf. Looking down at him, you saw a glimpse of his canine tooth revealed by a devilish grin. He looked up at you and laughed at your face, eyes closed all the way through in a joyful daze.

Sobering up, he projected with a husky voice, "So funny, are we?" and you could swear his Arctic glacier eyes thundered periodically, letting you in a world of dark, deep sea typhoons. "Let's see what happens when you face real danger. You think they would loosen their grip because you said something that started with ski, ended with di and rhymed with clinically? I'd like you see you £#¢¥ing try," he threatened gloomily, advancing onto you with a fat forearm.

You hastily avoided his arm by holding it back with both hands, but you never really won over the gymbros in arm wrestling, so you got overpowered instead. He locked his arm under your neck, lifting you up so your toes were dreaming of touching land, which never happened considering you were taller than the average population. His shirt sleeve was so distracting because it smelled like your cousin's detergent and made you wish you had money to afford laundry that was more than just rinsing fabric with water.

You felt like Loki being held by his neck by Thor, albeit being the superior brother in the situation. In every situation, actually. Loki just suited you better. Pranksters have your whole heart.

You snuck your hands under his arm and pushed outward with all your might, and he was still unyielding. Bruh, at this point you just gotta turn around and start pushing his chest away from you. That'd be more effective, right? Whose chest can withstand brute force? Well, not yours, to be frank. You can't even wrestle your cousin.

"LET ME... THE £@#& GO!" you yelled with your back against his locked hands in a smooth manoeuvre, and tried to push at his chest. Ew, this feels like molestation. Who cared about molestation when your life was being threatened by a raider!!! You don't care anymore, you went from poking his chest playfully to shoving the hell out of his dress shirt, and he stumbled, hands losing their grip.

Like a proud hen, you stood arms akimbo, head inclined as you stared Wrio down. Oh my effing god. He surged and started CHARGING at you!!! He threw himself on you like on those WWE Superslams and you flew with your back sliding on the floor. His arms were around you, then you realised they weren't around you as much as they were wrapped around an actual dagger. Oh archons!

If you were wrong in the head, you would think this was fun and mentally stimulating. It was a bit exhilarating, but you were fearing for your life here. Mr Puppy here looks like he would actually kill you here and now for saying skibidi toilet during a company dinner 3 weeks ago. Deeply stashed anger, am I right? Poor pup doesn't have an outlet to release stress, so he keeps it all pent up and explodes on you for a tiny joke consisting of toilet...

His knee kneeling in the space between your thighs, he seemed chivalrous and angelic and deadly. The light shining on him from his table lamp just further intensified the dark side of his face, unilluminated by anything. That pretty much sums up your first impression of him. Dark, sepulchral and a pain to be with. Now, you're wrong. This is fun.

"Alright, yes yes, I'm afraid I'm deeply invested now, Your Grace. Continue," you chirped happily from your position under the Duke's glinting knife. If you stole a jewel from the hilt now, would he realise? You were quite good at this gemstone side hustle of yours.

"Second of all, do not let yourself be vulnerable," he gritted his teeth and you wanted to caress his neck just right above your collarbone. "Well, I don't. I never open up to people! I consider it one of my great strengths-" you got cut off by his bejeweled dagger pinning itself on the fabric of your tank top like a dart pinned to a dartboard.

"Not what I meant," he offered, "but thanks for the invitation." Then he lifted a hand and punched you on your good side. Alas, no more side profile selfies!

You grabbed the gloved hand that was about to go for a second round of punching you with one determined fist of yours, unyielding in your grip. You observe Wriothesley's amusement, his face on top of you taunting. God, his lifted lips are so distracting in their angles, sharp at all the right places. Dangerous men should not have smiles more perilous than their charm.

Despite that, you shook him with your hand guiding him in the direction you wanted to go - in this situation you wanted him the floor where you previously were. Locking your elbow around his dangerous arm, you channeled enough strength to pull him down on the floor beside you. After the satisfying thud of your bully/mentor's back hitting the floor (his tough back muscles are probably fine), you swiftly roll yourself on top of him, legs clamped around both of his. Tank top strap slowly sliding down your shoulder, you dislodge the dagger on the floor and rest your elbows on the sides of his face. Curling his hair on the dagger's pointy edge, you look down, half-lidded, on his tired blue eyes and sadistically remarked, "Any tips for ending someone with a dagger?"

awesome

taking scara on a desk in an office (mby its his idk) but hes making sm noise yk his lil underlings can hear him yikes kinda embarrassing !!

hbd again bro i cant believe my gift for u is this <3

minors dni ♡ fingering, handjob, exhibitionism, the way tht this is more dynamic exploration than smut omfg

“yah, do you want to get found out?” the face you’re making means you’re thinking of stuffing something between his teeth, and scaramouche only smirks and moans louder with the next come hither motion your fingers make.

“geez… okay. if you’re that shameless,” you sigh, shifting your weight and letting him slide off the desk a bit so his feet touch the floor, your thighs still in place to keep his legs apart. “gotta keep the devil happy, i guess. but… you know…”

scaramouche slams his hand down on the surface he’s laid out on, drool spilling over dark wood as your two fingers become three, stretching him out faster than you would normally, when you aren’t a little irritated. when he’s less of a brat than he is now, using his harbinger status to call you out of training for a quick fuck. you asked if he was still mad about getting his ass handed to him in front of an audience. if cutting your training hours was some roundabout way to let him catch up.

“what makes this any different from getting your ego reamed for everyone to see,” you wondered aloud while watching him shed only his shorts and the underwear beneath. “with you, everything’s a spectacle.” you sounded exasperated.

still locked the door behind you, though.

“how does this make sure people keep fearing you?”

you rub at his prostate, merciless little circles pulling out cracking whines and full-body shivers, making precum pool in the palm you have cupping and squeezing and twisting over the head of his cock.

“how does letting everyone know,” spreading your fingers, you scissor and stroke, and scaramouche makes a sound that has your breath hitching in your throat, “that you’re a slut for me, give you any power?”

his orgasm is sudden and violent, a punch to the gut. you jerk him off through it, humming idly as his cum splats onto the floor in ropes, and you go still when he starts rocking back onto your fingers just as he twists a bit to catch your eye over his shoulder.

his dick’s soft, his knees are wobbly, and his ears are most definitely red… but the grin stretches broadly across his face.

and he knows you’ll see it for the challenge it is.

“i’m the one keeping you here,” scaramouche wiggles his hips, arching his back while propping himself up with shaky arms, “aren’t i? you can leave anytime you want. you could’ve turned around the moment i pulled my pants down, called me a whore while you kicked the door shut behind you— you don’t even have to come whenever i call.”

you raise a brow and let go of him, and scaramouche rises to meet you, chest to chest. he teeters a bit, but then there’s that bone-deep satisfaction that stirs when your hands find his waist to help him steady. unconscious, unbidden, reflexive.

ah…

“face it, baby,” he knocks your forehead to see your eye twitch, “i’ve already got you.”

it’s quiet for long enough that he thinks you’ll actually leave before letting him get you off in return.

“you think so?”

think?

scaramouche forgoes an answer and smirks when your fingers dig in a little more, marking half-moons on his hips. “i know so,” he says, smug and firm and final while tipping his head back in that way he does whenever he makes to look down on you.

it’s all to spark that glint in your eyes, darling.

because there’s nothing like poking a bear he knows will bite.

this is so good 🙏🙏🔥🔥💥💥

Oml, I am so sorry, I remember sending it to this blog but I have crappy internet in my area. If I remember right it was an albedo x f!reader one, so they get invited to a annual prom in monstadt, and as the day approached albedo had to finish up some works and lost track of time and reached there a late and thought the reader left or is angry, but instead met up with the reader still waiting for him all dressed up breathtaking and cheerful to see him, and his heart is filled with warmth and so they just danced under the moon with just both of them and sharing a few romantic moment. I hope this one makes sense and it sends. Thank you and sorry, I am dumb for waiting like almost a month and a half instead of just asking. Thank you, I hope you like this request too.

WHERE DREAMS COME TRUE

━━ ☆ PAIRING: albedo/fem!reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: dreams don't come true in a crowded ballroom. rather, they come true in a silent dance under the moonlight — somewhere in between the ocean waves and the seashore or perhaps, in between sol and luna. it's a fairy tale crafted perfectly by a pair far too gleeful at midnight with only loose scientific discoveries to accompany them by.

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: established relationship, reader wears a dress

the cathedral's bell rang thrice as the clock strikes twelve but your glass slippers didn't crack.

your voice was still whole as you hummed a casual tune and your eyes were wide open — awake and alive — as you let your gaze dance along the shadows of the night. your lips taste of honey-dipped chocolates, not poison and the rose in your hand did not wither like a tragic game of 'he loves me, he loves me not.' he does. you know he does. the answer would always be 'always.'

it's not wishful thinking — it's not a heartbroken woman's ode nor is it a desperate attempt to make yourself believe that his feelings for you are still existent in this reality. it's the truth, unadulterated and unbothered by his lack of attendance. he loves you because there's still the skip in your pulse whenever you picture his amused smile. he loves you because the world was lit up with glorious pastel shades just as he painted it when you first met. you know he loves you because he wouldn't be jogging up to you in a rush that he never found to be practical if he didn't.

"well, aren't you out of breath."

he told himself it's because of how he ran across the courtyard — five minutes and three seconds faster than what he would've called comfortable but the sudden buzzing in his fingertips told him otherwise. he's not much of a poet and the best that he could muster is a quiet 'you look beautiful' and yet, you beam at him as if you just heard a hundred and one lines that compared you to the sea of stars above.

"cute... who would've known that you're quite the charmer?"

"i'm not." he took your hand that was splayed into his view in an invitation. "i'm just being factual."

"how daring."

daring is a word reserved for a prince charming aboard a white horse; a word used for all the times he climbs up the vines to catch a glimpse of the smile that fills his heart with mirth. it's a clash of swords and an arrogant smile and it's safe to say that daring isn't albedo. albedo is a prince — proclaimed by everyone but him — who rides an intricately patterned flower to fetch you a fresh red apple. he walks you to and fro your home because he can't bring himself to leave just yet, the same way he can't bring himself to tell you his desires either. he dislikes confrontation, choosing instead to hide behind an interesting report and an uncomfortable smile of gratitude when someone 'gives him too much credit.' he's curious — experimental — but never daring. if anything, he's a little bashful and meek especially when he takes the spot right next to you just as he was doing so now.

silence wrapped you like a familiar friend, bringing focus to the way the fountain pools at its bottom, leaving occasional kisses on the patches of bare skin you have left uncovered in your dress. it's not uncomfortable — nothing ever is when it comes to him — but you felt like he had something to say so you carefully leaned your weight into him, shoulders touching as you peered at him inquisitively.

a pause. a little something to gather his thoughts. "are you mad at me?"

"do i look mad?"

"no."

"then i'm not."

he's always found you a curious little thing but sometimes, you prove to be more complex than the universe itself.

"you're furrowing your brows again." albedo felt his lips quirk up as you leaned in to smoothen down the small patch of skin in between his brows. "there! better."

"you're a strange person."

"that's not how you say thank you."

the teasing lilt in your voice had him shaking his head as his gaze falls back to your conjoined hands. "at the very least, aren't you going to scold me?"

"for what? for being so overly passionate in your work that you forgot that you had to waste your time at a party you couldn't care less about?"

he would've worded it with more finesse but the meaning still holds true so he nods in reply.

"actually, i was hoping that you wouldn't come. i don't want to force you into anything you wouldn't enjoy but knowing you, you wouldn't let me go alone either."

albedo shook his head again, half in amusement and the other half in something he couldn't quite decipher. he was right. you are strange. he could only think so much of the rumors and whispers that most likely floated around you when you came in without him by your side before he lightly grimaces and yet here you were, still as blithe as ever.

"although..." he knew you well enough to know that there is danger in the way your lips twisted into a mischievous grin. "i have something in mind if you still want to make it up to me."

"and what may that be?"

"a dance."

"a dance," he repeated, his eyes blown wide by just a fraction because of all the things he expected you to ask from him, a dance was not one of them.

"now, don't look at me like that! i'm sure you'll do well!"

albedo chuckles because he knew that he could trip all over his feet and you'll still tell him he did well. without much of another word, he lets himself be tugged along — lets his head tip down to your hands as he pressed a kiss out of courtesy.

"see? you're a natural."

"i've read about it once."

now that was a surprise. "since when have you read books about dances?"

"not dances, fairy tales. i figured that it would come in handy since you're so fond of them."

"aha," you averted your gaze from him as your smile softened to something timid, "you didn't have to do that for me."

"i wanted to." it took you by surprise but you were able to catch your steps as he spins you around, hands immediately dropping down to the small of your back to pull you back in.

"no, you... you really didn't have to. you're fine as is. you don't have to do all those fancy things the princes do in the books."

"in alchemy, results do not come out of thin air. rather, results are a product of an equal exchange. just as how a warming bottle's luminosity varies from the number of flaming hot stamens used, the same goes for relationships if i'm not mistaken."

you hummed in reply, "i suppose you're not wrong but life would be so much easier if there's a science to feelings."

"would you still fall in love with the idea of love if you are always given a uniform answer?"

you rose a brow at albedo's subtle challenging tone. "who knows... what about you? would you still love me if you've already solved my being?"

"i would."

"oh? but weren't you just going on and on about finding the truth behind this world?"

"i would've already found my answer when that day comes."

you're glad that albedo was a gentleman — that he didn't comment on the way you missed the beat in your footwork.

"you sap."

his eyes shone like teal fluorites at your words but you'd much rather describe it as the soft gradient between the blues and greens of the endless oceans. they're beautiful and they deserve only the brightest sun. you're a little bit of a poet yourself so with a cheesy grin you repeat your words — louder this time but quiet enough for them to be only reserved for him.

"then... will you be my sun?"

he said it with the intention of flustering you because he finds that his heart swells at the sight of your eyes widening in shock but in a way, he wasn't wrong. if his eyes are the ocean then you are the sun that makes them glimmer under your radiant light. you are the heat that rests in his chest — the same one that leaves his mind hazy with condensation and finally, you are the warmth that paves a way for gentle showers; to precipitation that keeps his ocean-deep eyes full of love, of trust, of contentment, of a yearning for more.

"gladly."

the night sun — the stars that came in the form of the fireflies — illuminated your skin and bones with a summer glow. it's fitting, albedo thinks, as he twirls you to the music of the cicadas. on this midsummer night, he stares at you as if you are the lighthouse in the dark and you — you stare at him as if he is the crashing tides against pearl white stone. it's laid low and bare from the silver tone of the moon that made him look ethereal, even more so than usual.

a dream. that's what he looks like but by the way he stares at you with thinly-veiled adoration, you knew that he feels the same. if his love for you was only a theory then this was the evidence that turns it into a law; an absolute truth that would remain to be true even if you flip and twirl the world upside down. he sways you to the sound of your gentle song, a love song whose lyrics are laid forgotten in some distant corner of your mind because at the forefront of it all was his name, stroked in the same elegantly rushed handwriting of his.

"i have a gift for you," he whispered out of nowhere as his hand moves to gently caress your cheeks.

"what for?"

"it's customary for the 'prince' to provide a flower for the lady so i brought you one..."

"oh my!" a gasp tears through your form as you eyed the unfamiliar flower in his hand; the prettiest you have ever seen. "i have never seen this one before... it's so beautiful!"

"it's a new species we discovered. over the past few days, we have been conducting experiments to formally publish it in the next month's journal. i decided to name it after you."

"albedo you..."

he swiftly wiped away the tears that are welling up in your eyes. "i could never be the prince charming in your books nor would i ever aspire to. i don't know how to profess my feelings nor can i promise you that you'd never dance alone again but even so... i'd like for my affections for you to never die so i wrote it in a place i know it would never do."

it's so easy to be swept away by his eyes, by the dance, by the rhythm of your hearts, by love. you, a mere woman, a little bit dazzled by the way the lamp lights seem to grow in radiance, anchored yourself to his chest. with both arms wrapped around his neck, your movements dulled to a simple sway but the feeling of wonder and wholeness never left.

"a pretty flower for a pretty girl; an equivalent exchange."

the cathedral's bell rang thrice once more but your fairy godmother didn't take him away.

cinderella is fast asleep with her mascara running down her cheeks but here you were, wide-awake and beaming as you mumbled a quiet joke that really wasn't that funny. he shakes his head in amusement — not at the joke but at your giddy state and you wonder if this was the kind of love ariel yearned for. in retaliation, you press a kiss on his jaw, and the way his breath hitches tastes like apples redder than snow white's lips.

you don't have a talking teacup to tell you that he's your own kind of fairy tale but you figured that part on your own because the flower in your hand and the text it left on history's pages are its own kind of devotion. a promise. a truth. an i love you. always.

━━ ☆ NOTES: sorry for the wait!! some mishaps delayed this for far too long and i'm just praying in my hands and knees that this was worth it bc i kinda think it isn't. thank you for requesting, i hope you liked it, and have a nice day!

━━ ☆ OOGA? BOOGA!: rb to get a kith~

tagging @rasbeaii bc this is the one albedo fic i deprived you off

yall😻😻😻

TODAYS STREAM! “WHERE’S MY UNDERWEAR?!”

☆ CATCHING ALBEDO JERKING OFF ; VALENTINES COLAB

PAUSE! This a little messy since your girl hasn’t been writing smut in a good century 🤪🔨 secretly lowkey dying bcs of how bad this is lolz 😝🔫 reader lowkey changed personas lowkey 1000 times in the course of a sentence but don’t mind that 👩‍🦯

Edit; accidentally posted on the wrong day oops

QUOTE! “WERE YOU JUST MASTURBATING?”

Albedo felt awful.

He felt disgusted with himself.

Albedo sat in his bed with a frustrated look on his face, just what was he doing? Sitting on his bed, your underwear wrapped around his cock as he imagined it was you. Telling him how perverted the well known and respected alchemist disgusted you. How stupid he was that before he started jerking off he was conflicted on whether he wanted your panties on his face or wrapped around his dick.

So here he was, sprawled out on the bed, while he wrapped his hand, the one that stole your underwear from your drawers, around his dick, his hand moving up and down sloppily.

As he was imagining you jerking him off, talking to him, he didn’t even realize how realistic it started to get. “Were you just masturbating?” he heard your voice nearby. Well of course he was, you should know if you’re a part of his mind. His eyes moved to where the sound came from, the doorway, he saw your figure standing there with your arms crossed.

Now the imagination of your body disappears in his mind. Instead he saw the real thing, the very much real person staring at him, face unreadable. Albedo tried reading your facial expression, but he couldn’t tell if you were angry, sad, joyful, disgusted, anything.

Though what Albedo did know was that he needed to hide his naked body from you. He quickly pulled the covers over his body, frantically trying to grab your underwear away from your view.

While Albedo was panicking about hiding his body and your underwear, he didn’t even notice how close you were. That was until he felt a dip in his bed.

“My my, I was wondering where my underwear has been going,” you stole your underwear back from Albedo whose face was an uncharacteristically red, “I went to your room to ask if you knew anything about it, but it seems you were the one who has been stealing them” Your voice was monotone just as your expression has been.

What would you do now? Tell everyone how perverted he was? Would you never talk to him again? Thoughts were racing in his mind about all the possible outcomes. The tension not helping his mind ease up a single bit.

“If you wanted me so bad you should’ve just asked” A teasing smile was on your face, showing the first emotion since you walked in. Albedo could only stutter random nonsense, puzzled on why you weren’t screaming at him.

Your hand moved to his cock as you made strong eye contact with him, stroking his dick slowly. “You know you’re going to get punished right?” Albedo gave a nod, guilt overwhelming him, but at the same time lost in the pleasure of your hand going teasingly slow, “Afterall, I had to buy many new pairs because of how much were taken”

“I’m s-s-sorry Y-Y/n-” before he could finish his apology, your hand tightened around his cock making Albedo let out a loud groan.

“It’s mistress right now to you” you reply in a stern tone, watching as Albedo yelped out a yes mistress, before going back to jerking him off. “You’re not allowed to cum unless I say so, you filthy pervert, stealing underwear from me, got it?”

Albedo nodded hastily, accepting the outcome, feeling butterflies fill up his stomach as you called him a pervert and filthy. “Ye-yes m-mist-tress” he moaned out as his back slightly arched.

“Good, look at how much of a pervert you are, getting turned on by me calling you names” feeling his cock twitch earlier and now as you kept calling him names. You started to speed up your hand, no longer going at an unbearable slowness.

“Mistress! Please!” Albedo whined, tears slightly pricking his eyes as he felt the burning feeling of edging since he was jerking off earlier and now you are giving him a handjob. “What? What do you want whore?” you asked boredly, no longer caring as you picked at your nails.

“C-can you pl-pl-pl-” the ashy blonde could only stutter, focusing on the word please. “Aww what a dumb whore, can’t even talk properly” you played with his hair, twirling the strands around your pointer finger, your bored expression only making Albedo more frustrated on not being able to talk.

“Pl-please… y-your p-p-pussy” he moaned out, his teal eyes focusing on your face, waiting for your response through he teary vision. You hummed for a bit, making Albedo wait in anticipation as he continued to moan from your hands that skillfully jerked him off.

“Alright I guess, since the dumb whore could actually manage to get a sentance out finally” your hand lets go of his cock, it made Albedo whine for a moment as you undressed before he felt your legs staddle his body, sinking down onto his dick.

You watched Albedo’s face slowly change, his eyes slightly rolled back, a loud smooth moan escaping his pink lips as his hands clenched onto your thighs tightly.

——— am I going to end it early??? yeees,,, was I planning on writing more??? Absolutely,,, did I proofread this??? Ofc not,,, was this rushed??? That’s a secret I’ll never tell, xoxo, gossip girl

"i have never loved someone"

well you're going to after you see Yap Min Hong

emergency diary copy paste

6.11morning roti canai breakfast. rabbit hole of social media. chemistry notes. lunch longbeans spicy, ginger chicken yum, sour potato slices, naipak. banana. ttdi library hehe so cun cuz absolute focus, j rock n phonk. had a blast playing w my stickers. so cold. went to 1u mr diy so happy hehee felt like myself again. bata shoe kinda meh. burger king stalk st nicholas school acc see what shoe they wear haha. so fun went to inside scoop the cashier so friendly. blueberry yogurt, coffee almond fudge & raspberry sorbet. yum. went to hobility n stayed there for so fucking long Helpppp it was at least 20 mins there i was investigating evey fucking product HAHAHA. it was the first time i did sth like this cuz there were no salesmen n i enjoyed it so much. esp talking abt ultraman n jia tong to dad. "yo wtf ultraman is my generation one lol". hehe so many cute figures. and wafers, gachapon, pre order shit. lolol so ecstatic exploring the damn shop until dad realised xiao gu was here as well. we walked to pjpac and next gen theme park. lolol talked to her there it was so comforting and reality sank in - goingyo sg tmr. not that scared and sad anymore. dinner waisekai so happy hehe. took pics. lou shu fun soup fishball. sugarcane water. talking to liyeen so fun. went 1u again refund brush hehe.

Diary o' 18th April 2022

Chicken floss bread with choc milk for breakfast.

When I was walking along the school hallways, I saw a student getting lectured by our discipline teacher for wearing sport shoes and i probably looked terrified or soemthing because he averted his gaze to me and stared at my shoes, then called me there too...

"Cannot wear these type of shoe ah." "Ok." "Blah blah blah..." "Ok." "Ok u can go now."

MY SECRET TECHNIQUE 😈😈😈😈

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When walking to my class, I saw a morning session teacher probably. He was really fun to talk to.

"Heyy u know where is 2M class?" "Huh why is it your first day?" "No, just my class is currently being used by 4A." "Oh, then I don't know also." Then i see people on the fourth floor waving to who knows what and i point at them and say, "Oh, there?" because i thought it were my classmates lol... "Um no that's form 5 LOL." "Oh.." Then i see my responsible class monitor (U saved me!!) and i shouted her name and waved goodbye to the teacher.

we are using the science lab as a replacement for our class for the first period. i put my bags down and liting asks if i want to go buy the math workbook our teacher wanted us to purchase. while talking to her i looked in my (not so serious anymore) crush's direction and he was looking back at me. i looked away quickly and continued talking to my friend. when we were preparing to leave i looked again to confirm that he was staring and he was. hm. he always does that, looking at me for so long then doesn't look at me for the rest of the day like 🤬🤬🤬.

in recess liting asked me what i ate for breakfast and instead of chicken floss i said dog food... LIKE ON ACCIXENT 😨😨😨😨...

"你吃什么” “狗粮 面包”...

i like math class actually 😍😍💪💪

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in pjpk me and liting sneaked to the toilet when teacher wasn't looking. we took turns in the same stall because the other toilets weren't working. we talked to each other while pissing if that isn't friendship idk what is!

then we also snuck to the equipment room after we finished our business. THERE WAS SO MUCH STUFF IN IT ❤️❤️❤️❤️

There were rugby balls, bow (with no arrows for some reason), BASEBALL MITTS, CATCHER'S HELMET, BASEBALL BAT AND SOFTBALLS, HOCKEY STICKS AND MORE!!!!! I wore the baseball mitt with a softball in my hand for a while and liting was holding the bat until teacher found us out lololol.. she said in PE we could only play with the mainstream sports... 😒😒😒😒☺️

we mostly chilled in pe.

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- we first walked to the upper centre of the field and sat on the ground talking, then walked in a circle once and were motivated to longjump

- we ran and jumped, used a dry leaf as an indicator... she and i jump same length lolol

- then we ran 3 laps from the middle of the field to the slope...

- we are very exhausted, we take off our masks to breathe for a while.. it is certainly nicer without a mask! the breeze~~~

- we walked another lap around the big ass field, resting on a tree near the slope later

- it was time to go home, while walking back to take our bags i saw my (blah) crush mock kissing his best guy friend and i dont know if they really kissed or not they just snickered so loudly after.

DINNER

fried pork fatty sweet and sour flavour???, broccoli and cauliflower, fried chicken (i got the drumstick), po lei shang choi!!!

- i watched major again after dinner, it was so good!!! i like all the characters again!!

4 June 2022

Today is Alia and Dafiy bday, Happy birthday!!

In the morning, I had 2 hours before my tuition, so i read a bit and watched a few tarot card videos. tuition was lovely, it was history and i learned a few things! tch praised my kbat question's answer.

Then for 10 hours i was stuck in traffic. I took rlly nice pictures. i did tarot readings intuitively to my parents in the car and we reached ipoh in 8 hours. the restaurant we wanted to go to was closed, so the restaurant next to it was packed bc the closed restaurant was like, famous! This is all for today bc there really got nothing happen

genshin people as your coworkers

includes: kazuha, itto, albedo, scaramouche

i'm officially starting the most boring part of my life. working in a 9 to 5 job counting the stock of products in the company until its dinnertime and writing excel reports during OT.

being a fresh graduate of college, i have chosen to be an intern at utopeeia sdn. bhd to afford my meals and detergent.

the scariest part is the introducing yourself part. hobbies? favourite colour? it's hard to choose, as i am a multi talented individual and likes every colour because i'm not biased.

hey, im ____. i like public speaking, skydiving, writing essays, angering my boss and other scary and extreme things.

yup, im going to let that be my future coworkers first impression of me.

all right, so for the next few days, i'll write my experiences with my friends in the corp!

kazuha

- sometimes helps me with my reports when he's free (such a sweetheart!)

- i WILL give him chocolate on valentine's!

- writes everyone poems on their birthdays

- treats coworkers to dinner

- in a party, always the sober one

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itto

- will ride a scooter after work or put me in a trolley and push me into a puddle

- lets our onikabutos battle, he treats the battles like pokemon eraser battles. his onikabuto almost got confiscated once

- pranks our boss sometimes (i don't know how he got his hands on a fake cockroach. as far as i know, he can't save money for shit.)

- always in the pantry

- is the one who stocks up the shared fridge

albedo

- he's very normal.

- he sometimes acts so different from his usual self i kind of suspect he just got tired and slept in bed the whole day and his clone comes in the workplace.

- doesn't ever come to our after work parties

- everyone always talks about his "angelic" voice when he's not here

- he's easygoing and is very cheeky IF you know he's joking and being smug

- always gives away candy? why does he have so much of them???

scaramouche

- our bad tempered boss

- scolds us for scaring the customers when it's him who scared them away.. rolls eyes

- he's too grandeur. his whole room is made of glass, an amateur way to display wealth.

- noone likes him except our super straight coworker nina who gushes over every boy who passes by her even if they're assholes

- probably has a wife somehow. (we stole some glances at his photo frame on his desk and it was some wedding photo?! and he was kissing the bride?!)

- at least he's generous and doesn't give us a shitty payroll for the fussy things he makes us do

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.