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Strangers & Doughnuts.
So, I was running late for school, its was 8:30 A.M. when my mom and I left the house to go to Dunkin Donuts. When we got to the parking lot, a man no more than 22-23 years old, was riding up the sidewalk on his skateboard. He was about average height. No more than 5′9″. He wore camouflage cargo shorts with a grey undershirt-I didn't really look at his shoes. Upon his freckled skin were old, faded, and scarred up tattoos. His hair was buzzed off. He didn't seem dangerous, but wasn't your average Joe walking around in jeans and a t-shirt. He stood out yet he was invisible at the same. (if that makes sense?)
After we found a parking space, I got out of the car before my mom and quickly made my way across the lot toward the front door. And I noticed the man holding the door open for an older gentleman (mid to late 50s or 60s), and we made eye contact (awkward) so I sped up a little; jogging to the door; feeling guilty for letting him stand there while I walked. When I finally reached the door, I smiled at him and thanked him. And he smiled back, nodding his head slightly, before saying “You're welcome.” As I walked by him, I noticed one of his face tattoos was tear drop on his right cheek bone. It was the only one that really caught my attention. (not in an offense or negative way, it was just the only tattoo that stood out to me at the time.)
Then, he disappeared into the bathrooms along with the older gentleman from earlier. My mom and I go about our usual business and order breakfast. (99¢ coupons bc we’re cheap & poor lol ). When the cashier hands me my iced coffee, I thank her and set off to find a straw for my drink. I could hear my mom ordering and the cashier telling her the price. Suddenly, I feel someone standing behind me. but like rly close-like he was just a inch behind me. And then I hear a familiar voice say:
“You have a good day, now. Okay?” I turn around and it was the same man. So, I smiled back at him and wished him the same before he walked out of the shop and took off on his skateboard. I walked back over to my mom at the counter and she asked me about the man and what he said to me. I told her and told her about the tear drop tattoo he had. She said that he had to have been in jail or prison to have one on his face like that. (not ALL ppl who have teardrop tattoos on their face are/have been in jail/prison. nor are they ‘bad ppl’, that is just her theory as to why that tattoo was on this particular dude’s face. if you want my personal opinion send me a message and i will share it w/u.)
Since then, I spent most of my day thinking about the kind stranger from Dunkin Donuts. And wondering if his day just as mediocre as mine. So, yeah. That was the highlight of my day and possibly the whole week.
Watched the season finale of GoT with my mom and, even though I haven't watched the show from the very beginning, I gotta say... HOLY SHIT, DUDE!!!
Oneshot -Killing Butterflies
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Ships: Aether x reader ; Childe x reader ; Childe x Zhongli
TW: Aether x reader ; reader x Tartaglia ; Tartaglia x Zhongli (if you squint) ; Major angst ; character death ; hurt no comfort ; Aether loves reader, reader loves Tartaglia, Tartaglia loves Zhongli ; reader dies ; implied death ; gn reader-no gender is given to reader
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This is a whole bucket full of angst so have fun lol. Also, for context i would recommend reading this post of mine. Anyways enjoy reading! (*^▽^*)
Aether couldn't bear to see you like this. To watch you through yourself at him when he no longer loved you. It was pitiful really. How you begged for him to stay. You were attached to him while he moved on. Tartaglia didn't hate you, he simply didn't love you anymore. Tartaglia moved on and fell in love with someone else; his best friend. You couldn't do anything about it but simply accept what had happened. Though you could never move on from him as he had done.
And so Aether watched as you fell deeper into despair. He tried to lift you up, to show you how much you were loved and that you didn't need Tartaglia to feel loved, that there was someone else who loved you dearly. You were too blinded by your sorrow to notice how Aether thought of you.
As much as Aether wanted to do more for you he couldn't and so he let himself be a shoulder to cry on for you. Hoping. Praying. That one day you would see how much he cared for you.
You had been going to Aether nearly every day for about a week just to cry. He was your dearest friend after all. Until one day you stopped.
Aether thought you simply needed a bit of space to get over your heartache.
That was a week ago though.
It had been two weeks since he last saw you, and he was getting worried.
He stood outside your home, knocked, telling you it was only him and that he was worried because he hadn't saw you in two weeks.
Silence
He knocked again.
Nothing
He wasn't fond of entering without your permission but he had to make sure you were alright. He needed to make sure.
He went to open the door to find it was unlocked already, though it wasn't uncommon for you, it seemed to unnerve him for some reason. Your home was dark, the curtains were all closed and no light was on. The lack of light only made him worry more. You always had light in your home whether from open curtains or candles lit at night so for your house to be so dark in the middle of the day was worrisome. He walked around your house looking for you until he came to your room.
The door was closed and at first it seemed deadly silent from within your room as it was in the rest of your house. He stood there silently until he heard what sounded like a sob come from within your room. He opened the door to find you curled in on yourself in the corner of the room on your bed.
"Y/n are you-"
However you were surrounded by butterflies.
Red butterflies.
Blood Red butterflies
"Aether?"
He knew what was happening. He had seen this before. A friend from another world had died the exact same way, but he hadn't heard of it happening on Teyvat. He didn’t think it was possible here. He didn't want to believe it.
"How long has this been going on for y/n?" Aether inquired while walking over to your side.
"A-about two weeks now," you paused, taking a breath. "Aether do you know what's wrong with me?"
The look in Aether's eyes told you the answer to your question. It hurt Aether to see you like this, to hear you sound broken. It seemed that at the very least the disease wasn't well known in Teyvat if at all.
You didn't have much longer. It was obvious with how pale you were and the number of butterflies around you. Most people barely survived a month with the disease. Typically the victim died within three to four weeks of obtaining it. So it was easy to tell you would be dead soon.
He stayed by your side, tending to you as you slowly grew weaker and couldn't perform simple tasks let alone even walk. The only time he left your side was to inform Tartaglia of your condition and what was going to happen as well as ask Albedo if he knew anything of the disease.
Aether was told that while it did exist in Teyvat, it was extremely rare.
The moment Aether got back he was immediately by your side again.
You died in his arms five days later.
He laid you down on your bed as the butterflies landed on and around you to rest peacefully alongside with you.
Aether sat on the ground next to your bed, closing his eyes only to start coughing. He looked at his hand only to be met with flowers.
Red flowers.
Blood Red flowers.
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I've come to realize that while I'm not the biggest fan of reading angst, I sure do love writing it.
Before midterms comes to crush me, here's a humanized Cheetor character sheet I did in class
