Once Upon A Time, In The Heart Of A Dark And Rainy Night, A Creature Appeared At An Abbey, Climbing Through

ASKING THEM TO BAIL YOU OUT OF JAIL.

MASTERLIST | G!N READER

summary : "hey, this is y/n's friend. uhh, y/n's in jail and they need your help with bailing em out."

characters : venti, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: bakugou katsuki and todoroki shoto

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is a repost from my old blog

✿ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

You were too angry at him to speak right now, and Bakugou would not leave your room until you’d finally gave in and spoke.

“Come on you idiot, stop being so damn stubborn. I’m not leaving this room until your dumbass speaks to me.” You kept scrolling through your phone, stubborn as ever. Normally Bakugou loved the way you didn’t back down, but this was getting on his last nerve today. Reaching over, he snatched your phone from your hand, glaring at you. You sat there frozen for a moment before looking up at him furiously.

“Katsuki.” Your voice was cold, and your eyes narrowed in on him the way they did on an opponent. He furrowed his eyebrows, shocked at your tone. Absolutely not. He would not stand for this. Either you’d say his name the usual sweet way, or you’d call him babe. Those were your only options.

“No. If you’re not gonna say my name nicely you don’t get to say it at all. Now try again, say it with more love this time, otherwise I’ll light up your phone,” he said sternly, dangling your phone in his hands to emphasize his point. You crossed your arms glaring at him before turning away stubbornly, still unwilling to give in. Suddenly, he smirked, shrugging at you. “Okay, if you wanna be a stubborn brat that’s up to you.” Plopping himself on top of you, he wormed his way under your crossed arms and laid his head on your chest, trying to put as much weight as he possibly could on you.

“Katsuki!” You screamed at him angrily. Another smirk.

“Uh uh,” he shook his head. “I didn’t like that tone either. Try one more time.” You closed your eyes, breathing deeply before looking at him unimpressed.

“I am not happy with you.”

“And I said I’m sorry. And I even said it nicely this time. Not ‘half assed’ like you always complain.”

“And I said sorry wouldn’t cut it this time.”

“And I said you’re being too stubborn.”

“Katsuki,” this time your tone was exasperated. Once again, his face displayed his usual cockiness, and had it not been so adorable, you’d have smacked it.

“See that’s better, but it’s still not perfect. Try one more time, you’ll get it eventually. In the meantime, I’ll get comfortable.” True to his word, he shifted so he could lay more comfortably, head burrowing deeper into your chest while his arms wrapped around your torso. You sighed, giving in and carding a hand through his wild locks. Looking at you with a triumphant look, he pointed at a blanket at the foot of your bed. “Cover me in the blanket too while your at it babe.” You were so sick of him. Absolutely over him and his antics. But before you could stop yourself, you reached over and lay the blanket over your boyfriend’s body, making sure he was thoroughly covered.

“Is that good enough for your liking?” He nodded, satisfied with your compliance.

“Yeah I guess. But you’re still being shitty and not saying my name correctly, so get back to practicing that. Don’t get discouraged if you can’t get the hang of it, not everyone can be as fast as me.” Oh you’d kill him. But since he looked so cozy, and you didn’t get to really be the one who held him often, you decided just this once, you’d cave. You sighed deeply once more before rolling your eyes.

“Okay fine. I love you Katsuki. Was that better?”

“Sure, I’ll take it. I say your name better though, but I guess I love you too.”

“No you don’t, you just grumble it.”

“And that’s why you’re dumb as shit because clearly I say your name with a lot more love than you do.”

“No you do not.”

“Yeah I do, and I call you babe more often too.”

“Whatever Katsuki, I’m still mad at you.” Shrugging, he lay his head back on your chest and relaxed onto your body.

“You’re always mad about something y/n. Might as well be me so I’m the only thing on your mind.” Finally, you snorted, shaking your head. Leaning down, you kissed his forehead, making him grin. It would probably be his turn to be mad at you tomorrow anyway, so you decided to bask in his affections while you could.

✿ 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈

Todoroki wasn’t quite sure how to handle your current mood right now. He wasn’t the best at reading people’s emotions, let alone dealing with them, but it was evident that you were upset, and worse, you were upset with him. He stared at your figure as you looked at him expectantly, arms crossed.

“Y/n, why are you mad? I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me,” you boyfriend reasoned. But you were too angry to be reasonable, so you continued to be stubborn.

“If I have to spell it out for you, then you’re not gonna be able to fix it.” Frowning, he looked at you blankly, confused as to what he could’ve done to make you this upset. He reached over for your hand, but you snatched it away, death glaring him.

“Shoto, go away.” Slowly, he pouted at your tone, it was stern and cold, and he didn’t like it.

“Why… why did you say my name like that?” You glared at him, and Todoroki pouted even deeper. Your heart swelled at the sight, and before you knew it, you weren’t so angry anymore. But still, you didn’t want to give in too quickly.

“Because I’m clearly not happy with you right now Shoto.” Once again, you said his name venomously. This made his face scrunch up, almost making you laugh at his expression.

“Y/n, I’m sure I can fix it. But say my name the way you usually do,” he insisted. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he furrowed his.

“And how do I usually say it?”

“Not like that.”

“I’m saying it the way I always do.”

“No you’re not, you don’t usually say it like this.”

“Then like what Shoto?” He looked at you, blinking for a moment, contemplating.

“Well that time was a bit nicer, but still not like usual.” Finally, you gave in, giggling at how he was so effortlessly adorable. Holding an arm out, you motioned for him to come over. He looked at you confused, but made his way to you nonetheless, sinking into your hold as you wrapped yourself around him.

“You’re so cute Shoto.” Hugging you, Todoroki’s head met the crook of your neck as you played with his hair.

“You said it like usual again, does that mean you’re not mad?” Laughing, you nodded. He relaxed into your embrace, squeezing your figure gently.

“Yeah, I’m not mad anymore.”

“That was quick. How’d I fix it, I didn’t even do anything yet.” Rubbing his back, you smiled at him as he brought his head out of your neck to look at you.

“You were just being really cute is all.” He was still uncertain about what exactly happened, but he nodded anyway.

“Okay, I don’t really get it, but you’ll say my name nicely now right?” Pecking his lips, you nodded, chuckling once more at his confusion.

“Yeah, I’ll say your name nicely now.”

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you are the sun (and all that i bask in)

pairings (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe/tartaglia, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif, thoma, arataki itto, gorou x gender neutral reader

word count - 3549

genre - fluff

format - headcanons + blurbs

warnings - kissing, skinship, sharing a bed, vague spoiler for dain's identity, consensual waking with kisses

summary - good morning kisses with the boys :)

a/n - this is my submission for @xiaosmoon's valentines collab for the 7th day prompt: good morning kisses! :) it's also my first post in a while (i'm a lil rusty on writing so forgive me if i don't make sense in some parts aaa), and i just wanted to say thank you all for the neverending support and love i receive on this blog despite my inactivity, it means the world to me :) i hope you enjoy the post! <3

diluc—☆

there's never a morning where diluc doesn't kiss you upon awakening

it's how he starts his day and as necessary and mundane as eating breakfast or brushing his teeth (or breathing, dare he say)

good morning kisses are among his favorites because to him, there's no better way to be welcomed into the waking world that with the softness of your lips against his

he'll sacrifice some of his time allotted for his morning routine, but it's worth it just to spend a few more minutes with you

his kisses are firm and bathed in unwavering love, yet they shield a trembling longing that's caged beneath the flesh of his skin. every ticklish traversal of your fingertips, warm from sleep, stemming upwards from the small of his back to the apples of his cheeks set his heart ablaze and body alight. you'd cup his cheeks and welcome him to the world of consciousness with a smile that rivalled the stars themselves and a kiss tasting of the remnants of sweet dreams.

diluc would murmur words of insistence: that with the sun's blossom over the rolling hills and mountains of mondstat, he too should rise and tend to his duties. but within your arms under thick, wooly sheets was where he longed to be and desired to remain. it was easy to persuade him to spend an extra five minutes wrapped up in your arms: embarrassingly so. he'd pay the price when he scrambled to get ready, sands of time running so quickly through his hands as he would later hop around on one leg with half his leg in the pants hole, ruby broach tugged halfway over his face.

but it was all worth it to spend just a little more time basking in the morning sun and waking up to the feeling of your lips on his. so he stays for just "five more minutes" and lets his lips and soul connect against yours.

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kaeya—☆

kaeya loves to wake you up in the same way each morning: with his kisses

morning sun is always too hot for someone like him but you ground him back in reality and let him know that to live is to burn as much as it is to freeze

there are no teasing remarks, no neatly folded smiles or careful laughs

just your sweet kaeya and his loving kisses to greet you with the morning sun

dawn was never preferable for a man who thrived in shadows: but you were a different kind of light.

gentle as a firefly, ethereal and milky as the moon and tender as lakewater in the depths of midnight: you were his sun if sunshine were bathed in an inky mist.

with his arms wound tight around your body and a caress of his thumb just beneath your eye—shut in bliss and slumber—kaeya observed the rise of dawn and felt his skin tingle with a cathartic release, leaving the calm rise and fall of your chest and gentle pitter patter of your heartbeat to soothe the aches and sores that came with the sun.

he'd wake you up first with a kiss to your forehead (because blessed was the brain beneath your skull that looked at him and found love, solace, and home). your nose would scrunch up adorably, but settle back to baseline; this would not do. then, another to your cheeks (both of them, because he loved how supple and sweet they felt beneath his lips). next were your eyelids, where he longed to see the beautiful (e/c) gems hidden beneath the tenderness of your skin and recite poems of love with nothing but his eyes.

finally were your lips, where you became his muse and breathed life into him. by this point, you'd awaken (though you usually awoke when he kissed your eyelids but feigned sleep with a tricky smile on your face) and wrung your arms around his neck to tug him closer; and he'd let you, just like he did every morning.

but kaeya decided to prolong his usual morning kiss routine with you today: the early morning sun fancied you a divinity and bathed you in its glow, and though he was just a mere sinner, he longed to lay within your embrace and commit every inch of your beautiful face to his memory by heart.

albedo—☆

waking up to albedo makes you question if you're still dreaming

he's most likely still asleep, resting after a fruitful day of work of all kinds

but even in sleep his love is more tender and sweet than a droplet of honey

albedo often woke up to the tickle of your fingertips gliding over his scalp, just barely grazing over the roots of his thick locks. but he preferred his eyes to remain shut just so you'd continue for a little longer. when he eventually did open his eyes, he peered into your own pools and saw within them his entire world and all that he loved.

albedo wasn't much of a poet: he preferred to pour his creativity into blossoming pieces of art from his fingertips. but when you laid so calmly and warm in his arms and peered up at him with what looked like twinkling stars in your eyes, a plethora of thoughts washed over him like a gentle tsunami.

"radiant", "exquisite", "luminous", "ethereal", were just a few adjectives that came to mind whenever you looked at him with the gentle caress of morning sun on your face and a hazy smile on your lips.

he was sure that the flowery words of love that he wanted to convey to you were translated over when his lips met yours and all in the world fell silent.

childe/tartaglia—☆

should he wake up first (which occurs more regularly), childe will first study your face as if he'd be quizzed on it later

but really he adores how the sunlight contours the grooves and dips of your face and his attention is tethered tight to your lips like a metal coil

try as you might to persuade him that your morning breath isn't worth his kisses—he won't listen

because when childe wants something, be it glory, power, or the world even, he'll do what it takes to get his hands on it

even the strongest of knights need a kiss from their beloved to start the day right

childe takes his opportunities by the horns and slings reins upon them so that with a flick of his wrist, they are putty or stone in his hands.

but it seems you were the one to saddle him first.

it frustrated him: all you had to do was lie in slumber, eyes shut peaceful and safe and calm, and his heart would be sent aflutter. when you awaken and caress his face; greet each of his freckles and swipe fluffy locks of ginger hair away from his ocean eyes and shield him from the red hue of early morning sun, he is putty in your hands.

he's only ever know the worn grips of sword and knife handles and the sharpness of finely tuned words and edges of blades and pointed arrows that jutted outwards and would draw blood if he pierced too hard.

but you are soft, tender, and warm; a far cry from the frigid temperatures of cooled metal.

his good mornings, sweet words, and bubbled laughs are muffled between intertwined lips and a dance of hearts and a tangle of your hands in his locks. your smiles are swallowed between his lips and they taste of sugary syrup (and he's reminded that you love pancakes, and thus an idea for breakfast is formulated in his mind).

you're in no need of any words to convince just how putty childe is within your arms: his lips that meld so sweetly against yours say it all.

zhongli—☆

zhongli is a creature of habit and finds stability in repeating little things in his daily life

one of these things is to brew you a cup of tea—just the right temperature, amount of sugar, and milk—and serve it to you just as dawn begins to break over the horizon

there's no better way to greet a day full of promise and opportunity than to spend it with you and a warm beverage

you are an ethereal creature more beautiful than any cut of jewel that zhongli has ever gazed upon in his entire life. even with a wrinkled shirt, dried drool on the edge of your oh-so-kissable lips which always stretched into a sleepy smile whenever his fingers brushed against yours, and the glossy glaze of morning mirth that never faded no matter how many times you batted your lashes.

the porcelain cup of tea that he had carefully set aside for you had surely gone lukewarm right now, but you had let him know how delicious it was upon the first, steaming hot sip with a pleasant hum and gentle smile on your face.

now you laid your head on his chest, searching absentmindedly for the gentle thunder of his beating heart beneath the soft, cotton fabric of his shirt. he'd shake you gently every now and then: a proper reminder not to fall back asleep yet as the day before you and him had yet to be greeted.

yet despite being the strongest of the adepti and the former holder of divinity, it is you who silences an archon with a kiss to his lips and a gentle pat to his cheek.

xiao—☆

sleep doesn't come to xiao; it's as unnatural as breathing underwater

so he'll stand guard and chase away the shadows and cobwebs that surround you while you sleep

and when morning finally comes, and you've awakened to your loyal lover at the foot of your bed, he's of no position to object when you beckon him closer

with your heartbeat as a lullaby, perhaps he'll learn what it's like to breathe underwater

"you're awake." his voice was quiet, gentle; careful not to rouse you from tender sleep too abruptly

your eyes still phased in and out of consciousness, body begging to hold onto the last remnants of your sleep but you surged forwards and ripped the tendrils of slumber from your arms to greet your lover.

"that i am," you breathed, and stretched your arms out towards him like a beacon of light, "come."

years ago he would've declined ferociously (because the burdens he carried are forever his and his alone to shoulder). but now he's learned: that his debt is not all he is, that he is allowed to feel joy and feel blossoms of warmth spread across his cheeks whenever you weaved crowns out of qingxin just for him.

crawling onto the bed, his forearms caged your head in as he hovered over you and brushed the tip of his nose against yours no more delicate than a flower petal. you smiled, and skimmed your palms set ablaze with sleepy warmth up from his wrists over his chilled, scarred skin, to his supple cheeks. a tilt of his head to the side and his lips were all yours—and what a feeling it was to dance a morning waltz to the distant roll and crash of the sea.

xiao pulled away first, bashful and elusive and breathless from all you give to and take from him, before settling his body onto yours, head on your chest to listen to the steady beat of your heart. bliss overcame him when your fingers carded through his locks, and he knew this was the closest he'd ever get to heaven.

kaedehara kazuha—☆

kazuha is never far, but when the sun rises so does he

the ocean breeze and gentle roll of the waves stirs something deep within him and he's compelled to go towards it

but he'll always be within reach, and he'll always go where your intertwined hearts desire

guyun stone forest was beautiful in the early dawn when not even the crystalflies had gone to bed and some of the twinkling stars in the mauve sky had yet to return to the inky blackness. the sea breeze ruffled his hair as if the anemo archon themself had caressed his head in silent prayer.

the winds sounded favorable and playful today, like the innocent twinkling of a dangling bell from a cat's collar; today's events would work in his favor.

a silent smile spread across his face when he felt a pair of arms encircle his waist, and a tender kiss pressed to his cheek—chilled from the sea breeze.

your head lolled into the crook of his neck as you peered out at the calm waves, tinted the color of sunsettias in their brightest bloom. kazuha felt your heartbeat pitter against his back and raised his arm (careful not to let you come near the blade that hung from his waist) as a silent invitation to come closer—and you did.

kazuha's lips nestled themselves at the soft, tender part of your head and murmured a "good morning" into your roots; and a special, secret part of him hoped that he'd always be able to wake up to rolling waves, the fresh scent of salt, and your embrace in the early morning.

scaramouche—☆

it's difficult for him to fall asleep, and stay asleep

it wasn't until recently that he had discovered that you acted as somewhat of a remedy to his sleep problems

but he'd rather let his pride stay lodged in his throat and block his esophagus than admit that he falls asleep much better when your hand in clasped in his and your body is snug, puzzle-pieced against his own

even with all his reservations, he always wakes up to your hand intertwined within his own, and his face snuggled into the crook of your neck

"you know," you started, voice still rich and heavy with sleep, "sometimes, you cry in your sleep."

he wasn't even aware he still did that anymore.

"preposterous. you're seeing things." he responded.

yet you squeezed his hand and ushered him closer into the warmth of your body with a shake of your head against the pillow. "i'm not."

silence engulfed the bedroom save for the twinkle of freshly fallen snow from outside the walls of zapolyarny palace, and a pair of morning doves landed on the branch just outside the window before scaramouche spoke again.

"is that why you hold my hand?"

you hummed in thought, lost to the tendrils of thought for only a brief moment before your answer rolled so fluidly out from your tongue without hesitation.

"no, i hold it because i love you."

he scoffed, though he knew that you knew he wasn't annoyed in the slightest when he squeezes his arm tighter around your waist and raised your intertwined hands to press a kiss to your skin. he'd always sleep soundly if you remained by his side.

dainsleif—☆

he's seen the fall and rise of the sun too many times to count

the first few times he'd ever witnessed such beauty were breathtaking moment that stuck with him forever despite the circumstances in which he was allowed to breathe in dewy morning air and see the brilliance of the sun for the first time

but the novelty eventually withered away and what remained was numb and cold

until you entered his life and reignited the childish wonder within him; you became his new, eternal sun

he always woke up much earlier than you did: two or three hours were all he really needed at this point. but he preferred waking up earlier, at the time which dawn slowly began to creep up over the horizon, stuck between that lamentful limbo of inky midnight blues and striking, tangy oranges and playful pinks.

your body was pressed tight against his; limp in his lap with the faint fan of your snores tickling the strands of hair at the base of his neck. unlike the sun with which he had once found novel beauty in, your beauty never ceased, the novelty never wore off, and even in sleep you blessed him with light and the luck that he possessed to be able to love someone as lovely as you.

you'd wake up and prop yourself up on his chest to give him a kiss and whisper a good morning, before pulling him back down to sleep within your arms without question.

thoma—☆

thoma's got a strict schedule he needs to maintain

which means he's here and then gone on a long, busy day of work

but that doesn't mean he doesn't set aside the perfect sliver of time in his morning to wake you up in the gentlest of ways and bid his goodbyes until afternoon

thoma would chide you whenever you forced your eyes open just to watch him hustle around the room and throw on his clothes for the day—because there was no need to watch him slowly cut the cord of morning bliss that tethered the two of your together. but you couldn't help it; even if for a moment all you wanted was to lay your eyes on the man you loved.

"go back to sleep, i'll come see you soon. it's a promise." he whispered, careful not to ruin the sleepy trance you were caught in as he drew the thick covers back over your body.

you knew he always kept his promises (even if he did show up breathless with a bouquet of flowers and two sticks of tricolor dango in his hands), but he still sealed them with a sweet kiss first to your forehead, then to your lips for extra measure.

arataki itto—☆

itto is restless and always ready to go at a moment's notice

this applies from the moment he wakes up till the moment he falls asleep

you'd define him as a bit of a menace who drags you out of slumber with him for a morning filled with giggles and tickles and maybe a few pillow fights

but you're the only one capable of subduing an oni; and he'll willingly submit if it meant he'd see that smile he loved so much on your face

you had become accustomed to waking up to the long tips of his nails tickling against the tender part of your skin where your nerves collected together in your armpits and sides. bubbles of giggles erupted from your throat as he mumbled a husky "wakey wakey, sunshine!" into your ear with a voice still caught on the edge of sleep and dreams.

plead and fight as much as you want, itto's strength knows no bounds and he won't stop tickling with sweet laughter of his own until you've got tears running down your face and a permanent smile on your lips.

before he knows it, he's on his back instead of hovering over you and you've straddled his waist with a triumphant smirk and eyes that glimmered with mischief and wriggly fingers that zeroed in on his armpits and neck.

but a kiss to your lips is all he needs to distract you from the impending revenge you desired for the tickle attack. and what could you say? the plea of a truce in his kiss was enough to subdue your fighting spirit and fall prey to his embrace.

gorou—☆

he's shy and still stumbling through the thickets of love and affection

but there's never a morning where gorou doesn't wake you with feathery light kisses that lead up from the ends of your shoulders to the tips of your warm ears

part of him doesn't want to stir you yet from sleep but the other part of him wants to see your beautiful eyes and talk about everything and nothing in the moment of morning where there was finally no need to rush to do anything

he didn't want to wake you up at first, but you had a knack for being in sync with him so when your eyes fluttered open a little after his did and your hand reached up to smooth his frazzled, thick locks, he felt a little less guilty for rousing your awake. you had probably become used to the little tingles that resounded whenever he pressed his lips against your shoulder and led up towards your neck, and you always smiled and reassured him that you loved being woken up with something as gentle as his lips.

gorou loved when your fingers would find the soft part of his ears and stroke them softly as if you were handling glass. his heart felt full and swollen with an indescribable feeling that he hadn't felt before (and it felt light and airy). you hummed out an interesting thought you had from the day prior, and let him run over the day's plans for his soldiers while you stroked his head and let him run his calloused and battle-scarred hands over your back.

if possible gorou wanted to freeze time in this exact window of time each morning and prolong the domesticity and sweetness of your morning talks for just a little while longer. all he's ever wished for was something stable, comforting, and sweet and he finds all that he has ever yearned for within your eyes and embrace.

date published: february 7th, 2022

Being Best Friends with Them

❧ Genre: fluff

❧ Includes: Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Xiangling, Zhongli, Hu Tao, 

❧ Warnings: food mentions (Xiangling)

❧ A/N: I love a little bit of platonic love every know and again

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Kaeya is always sweet with you. He does not tolerate anyone talking bad about you or making rude comments. He’ll punch someone straight in the mouth if he hears them talking bad about you. He loves to spend is evenings talking with you over a drink at Angel’s Share. He does tease you a lot - all in good fun, of course. He just likes seeing how worked up you can get.

Sometimes you can’t quite tell if you and Albedo are friends but rest assured, you are in his eyes. There’s always an open invitation for you to visit him while he’s in Dragonspire; he actually enjoys when you come to visit. He enjoys your company even if you aren’t working on the same thing. He cares about your opinion on everything he works on and will ask you for it often. 

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Hello! Congratulations on 600 followers! May I take part in the event, please? Viola + Bonten!Mikey + Angst. Despite the fact that Mikey tried to protect his friends, fem!reader dies.

❅ manjirou "mikey" sano & fem!reader.

❅ event: viola: “you’re very warm.”

❅ warning(s): mentions of bl**d, d**th, g*ns/g*nfire.

❅ note(s): hi, sorry it took so long! hope you like it :') mikey, esp bonten mikey, has always been someone i have a little difficulty writing for, so i deeply apologize for his ooc-ness (and apologies for any grammar mistakes...it's nearly 3 am for me :'))

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

you hold back a hiss of pain as the man in front of you slams you against the stone wall, the cold muzzle of his gun pressed against the side of your head.

“sniffing around like some fuckin’ bitch! people like you get us in trouble with the higher-ups.”

“so, you are associated with bonten,” you conclude, smiling up at the man.

the man flinches, looking back at his associates as they share glances of surprise. “how did you—”

just as i predicted.

you duck at the sound of gunfire, shouts and screams intermingling with screeches of agony and blood splattering all over the walls. they echo throughout the abandoned building, sending shivers down your spine.

well, at least you got what you wanted—if you couldn’t get to mikey, then get mikey to come to you.

“you’ve always been pretty sharp.”

you smile, catching sight of the man you’ve been hunting for the past couple of years. here he is, in the flesh—instead of seeing him in pictures. well, just barely; most of them either showed his side profile or the back of his head, bonten tattoo in display.

“s’nice to see you too, manjirou,” you greet, taking a seat on one of the worn-out chairs. “you look handsome. pathetic, but handsome.”

“you can’t speak to boss like that, bitch,” a pink-haired man sneers, cocking his gun at your temple. “friend or not.”

“leave her, haruchiyo. that’s how she’s always been,” mikey orders, taking a seat across from you. “i want to talk to her in private.”

the man leaves without a word.

you grin, warmth bubbling up in your chest. “my honesty has always been your favorite part about me, actually—”

“you shouldn’t be here,” mikey interrupts, shifting his gaze from the ground to you. “after everything i’ve done to keep everyone safe, you come here, looking for me? i don’t want to be found. forget about me.”

“so, keeping everyone safe is pretending to go against them and severing all contact, huh? that’s pretty fucking selfish of you, leaving everyone and me so abruptly like that,” you force out a laugh, bottom lip trembling as you stare into his blank obsidian eyes—the ones you’ve always loved, the ones that reminded you of the moonless night sky. “then again, that’s how you’ve always been.”

“you’ve never asked for help. you’ve always kept your personal demons to yourself and look where that’s gotten you—leading a life that you would’ve never even thought of leading, without your true friends by your side,” you close your eyes, tears dripping down your cheeks. “shin—shinichiro-san would be sad to see you like this.”

“don’t talk about my brother,” is all you hear, along with the cock of a gun.

you clench your fists.

if this is the last time i'm seeing him, then i need to say what i've always wanted to say.

“manjirou, i—”

you pause for a moment, blinking owlishly at the sound of gunfire ringing in your ears.

huh. mikey didn’t fire at you...

ah.

one of those men must’ve still been alive, then.

strangely enough, you don’t feel a thing, even when there’s a hole in your stomach.

you keel over, mikey catching you before he’s firing shots at the corpses behind you. your ears ring as he brings you closer to his chest, just barely hearing his shouts for that pink-haired man to come.

“heh...mikey, you’re very warm. c-can’t believe a twig—twig bastard like you can re-retain body heat, b-but here you are,” you splutter, blood spilling past your lips and trickling down your chin.

“stop talking, (name). just for once in your life, stop fucking talking.”

you hold back a laugh. as morbid as it sounds, hearing him telling you to shut up was mildly funny to you. so, instead, you rest your head against his chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat. it was going so, so fast—in contrast to your own, that was slowly beginning to calm and eventually…

“i—i was interrupted earlier, y’know. i was going—going to say that i—”

“don’t.”

mikey doesn’t want to hear it. he doesn’t want your final words to him be that—he doesn’t deserve it. after threatening to shoot you, of all things, you still wanted to tell him.

how could you have such strength to do such a thing?

how could you?

it’s something he deeply wishes he had. a strength like yours, like takemitchy’s.

like his brother’s.

he flinches at the sensation of your cool hands wiping his tears, the back of his throat burning as you smile up at him.

“my d...my death isn’t y-your fault, okay? i br-brought this upon myself, going around a-asking about one of the worst crime—crime organizations in japan,” you reassure him, trying to gather as much energy as you could to keep your hand on his cheek. “if you bl-blame yourself, i will haunt you.”

you laugh feebly at your own joke, only for more blood to spill from your mouth. you curse in your head, your mouth already beginning to numb—as if there was cotton filling up in your mouth.

you let out a ragged exhale, weakly clinging onto his shirt.

“h-hey...hold—hold me closer, p-please. your warmth is the last thing i want...i want to feel.”

he obliges, bringing you closer to his chest as he presses on the wound on your stomach.

mikey doesn’t want to believe you’ll die. he wants to cling to that faint sliver of hope that help will come on time, one last time.

but what can he say as he feels your body slowly beginning to lose its warmth? the rise and fall of your chest slowing? the way you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, to talk?

he knows better. he let go of that hope a long, long time ago.

that help will come for him.

...he—he hears it.

it’s quieter than a whisper, just barely managing to catch it.

he half-wishes he never heard it come from you as you took your final breath, a small smile on your face.

a smile, of all things.

for him.

i love you, manjirou sano.

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💋Single Dad Zhongli | A Beautiful Beginning

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Pairing: Single Dad!Zhongli X Fem!Reader

Mia's notes: wtf...I wrote 8,314 words for something. Like it took me weeks to write 10k words for a project I'm working on and I speed wrote this in 2 days fufufu. Anyways here is the first part of Single Dad Zhongli!! First part...I have to go through this a good 10 more times for the other characters...fuck. Anyways hope you enjoy reading this! Reblogs are appreciated! Love you guys!!

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When you get a look at him walking down the street in his turtleneck sweater and blazer, with his hair flowing in a perfect low ponytail, amber eyes practically glowing golden in the sunlight and that dashing smile on his lips, you’d think he was a god who had descended upon the earth to grace everyone with his presence.

He’s the ideal man; well mannered with his gentlemanly gesture, a silky deep voice that had you entrapped in his knowledgable talks of history and the sort, and how can we forget about his tall build and great looks? Really a one in a million kind of man.

Men and women admired how he carried himself during formal events, a wine glass in his hand and a warm smile on his face as he entertained the crowd, even though it wasn’t him hosting, most of the time.

During the day, he’s usually deep into his work, analysing various rock samples and writing down his reports, pushing the thin metal reading glasses up the bridge of his nose without his concentration flickering the slightest. Sometimes his eyes would flicker to the felt framed picture standing on his desk, him with two little kids in his arms, the three of them grinning widely.

When Zhongli is in job mode, stopping him is almost an impossible feat since he’s always so engrossed in the rocks that lay on the table.

His job as a lead geologist, working at the Natural History Museum never felt like a job to him, since his passion was in understanding the mysteries and beauties of Earth. History had always interested him ever since he was a child.

He’d often been invited to various exhibitions with other well-known people, and whenever he opened his mouth to talk of the beauty of the cor lapis or the noctilucous jade, a crowd gathered around him.

His job was well paying, really well paying. He had an apartment in one of the richer parts of town and if anyone ever had the pleasure of being invited to one of the parties he hosted, they’d be in awe of the sleek interiors and various geodes that decorated the rooms.

Everyone loved him for who he was, loved him so much that they’d even offer to pay for his meal if he ever forgot his wallet at home, an event that occurred one too many times. Of course, he would send a gift basket to their homes as a form of thanks.

Out of all the people who loved him, there were two little angels whose love surpassed everyone else’s, and who he loved in equal -possibly greater- amounts. His daughter of 7, Ganyu and his younger son of 3, Xiao.

He tries his best to balance his job and kids, and it shows. He always tried to take out time for his two children, making sure to come home on time to eat dinner with them and tuck them in, reading them their favourite bedtime stories and kissing them goodnight.

If ever he couldn’t make it home due to reasons, his assistant and kind-of babysitter, Aether was always there to take care of the kids. He was practically their elder brother by now, with how often he was with the kids, having known them for over 2 years.

Xiao, his little son, was a very naughty boy. Always throwing a fit and making life harder for Zhongli, and Aether whenever the poor man was left to care for the child. He wants the same book read to him every night, he wants 3 kisses before he sleeps and he must have his dragon stuffed toy or else…

Zhongli made a note to start disciplining Xiao since he was to start going to daycare soon, and he would have to behave well over there. Maybe he needs a little motivation. Something sweet…

To stop Xiao from crying about how the green paint didn’t colour his hair green permanently or how his feet were Missing when he put on his shoes, simply pass him a bowl of sweet almond tofu. In an instant, his sobs would dissipate as he starts stuffing his tiny mouth with the dessert. Zhongli would find it so amusing at times, giggling while wiping the syrup off of Xiao’s little lips.

Ganyu, his elder child, was mature much beyond her age. She loved drawing, loved doodling flowers and deer, like sketches littering her art books. Zhongli was always filled with pride whenever she showcased some of her artworks to his guests, enjoying how they gushed over her skill.

She loved playing with her dolls and dressing them up, saying that when she grows up, she’s going to make pretty dresses for her dolls to wear. She even promised her papa that she would make him a pretty princess gown and Zhongli laughed heartily, patting her head and telling her that he’d be looking forward to that day.

Ganyu was a quiet child and didn’t really like going to school since there were so many kids everywhere. Zhongli was there to comfort her, dropping her off at school and telling her to have a great day. He would also personally ensure that her lunch is packed and her bag has her homework.

First grade went smoothly, she even made a friend, Keqing. Zhongli was happy for her, seeing her open up and enjoy school. On a random day during second grade, she went in all excited, brighter than the sun that morning. But when Zhongli came to pick her up in the afternoon, a little(much) later than usual, his heart broke to see her crying figure curled in the lap of some woman sitting on the stairs at the main gate of the school. A really…pretty woman.

With work and his children, the question of finding love again… never came up.

Well, he did get tricked into going on blind dates, all thanks to his stupid friend Childe. But it just never worked out. All the women he met were peculiar. Some of them very obviously wanted him for his wealth, some of them just wanted to have a good time, and then some who he thought were nice, they just couldn’t handle taking care of children so fresh into the relationship.

Maybe he just wasn’t meant to have a lover again. Well, he did think he needed one nor did he think he could add romantic relations to his tight schedule. He had his sweet angels, he had his work. That was his life.

The desire to find love had long flickered away, all being left was the smoke coming from a dying candle.

But something sparked in him when that pretty woman raised her head and made eye contact with him, her smile so warm and serene.

“Hello. Do you happen to be Ganyu’s father?” You softly smiled at the man as he approached you in long, hurried strides. The school grounds were empty and the sun was almost setting down the horizon. Zhongli was very, very late that day. He gave a quick nod and kneeled in front of you, reaching to touch the shoulders of his quivering daughter.

“Angel? What’s wrong?” He tried prying her off you but all she did was shake her head and dig her nose deeper into your neck, clutching the neckline of your lilac tee in her small fingers. Zhongli was taken aback. His daughter was refusing his embrace?

His eyes searched yours for an answer as you shushed the crying child and patted her hair. “She’s upset that you arrived…later than the other parents. She thought you forgot about her.” Your brows furrow when her crying increases at your words. Zhongli sighed, a small smile appearing on his lips a second later.

He mouthed a thank you while sitting beside you so that his daughter could get a better view of him. “Ganyu, my little angel. I’m sorry for coming late, I promise I’ll buy you some ice cream to make up. Don’t you want to go home now?” He whispered, dropping his head down for him to look into her eyes, something he couldn’t do because of how snuggly she had been wrapped in your arms, face hidden against your skin. When he reached to cradle her red cheeks, Ganyu swatted her father’s hand away and vigorously shook her head against your neck. “No! I don’t want to talk to papa ever again.” She spoke, cries muffled.

Zhongli was at a loss for words. He was really sorry for his mistake and forgetting to tell Aether to pick Ganyu from school. He wanted to express his apology but what was he supposed to do now? He’s never had to encounter a situation when his perfect daughter acted out.

Again he looked at you with a desperate expression, pleading for some help. You gave him a subtle nod and looked back at Ganyu who was huddled up in your lap. You brushed away her falling tears with your thumb before talking to her in a hushed tone. “Ganyu, can you look at Miss Y/N for a moment? Please?” Zhongli felt his heart skip a beat at your honey-like voice, his astonishment increasing further when Ganyu pulled away to look into your eyes, occasionally hiccuping and wiping away her tears with the back of her sleeves.

You looked at her with a gentle understanding gaze, pulling out a handkerchief from your pocket for her to blow her nose. “Are you angry at papa?” You ask her, puffing your cheeks in exaggerated crossness, rousing a little giggle from her.

“Yes…papa forgot about me.” She sniffled, messily wiping her face with the cotton cloth. You tilt your head to the side and look at her questioningly. “But if papa forgot you, then why is he here to pick you up?” Your question made the little girl dart her gaze to Zhongli, who still had an ashamed smile on his face.

“Papa didn’t forget about Ganyu! How could he forget about his sweet little angel!” You make reference of the pet name Zhongli used for her, quickly catching his expression to see for any discomfort. Thankfully all you got in return was a charming smile. You poke Ganyu in her tummy, the ticklish feeling causing her to fall into a fit of laughter.

Seeing his daughter much calmer now, Zhongli tried again to pull her into his arms and this time she let him do so. He picked her from your lap and brought her in his own, hugging her tightly like he had never before, giving her the warmth and fatherly reassurance she needed. “I am so sorry Ganyu. Papa will be careful from next time, promise.” He vowed, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart melt at the father-daughter bonding the two of them shared. The way he held her like the most precious being in the universe, it made you smile. Feeling the weight of a gaze upon him, Zhongli glanced at you, your eyes meeting and holding contact for a second too long.

“Oh, I am extremely sorry for coming late today. I assure you this is the first and last time this is happening. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble for you to stay and look after her.” Zhongli stood up and bowed slightly, holding Ganyu on his hip. He felt really bad for having put you in a position where you had no choice but to care for his daughter. Being a teacher, you surely had lots of work and other things to do, and he really appreciated you looking after Ganyu in his absence.

You laugh and wave your hands in front of you, brushing off his worry. “That is alright sir. Ganyu is a student of mine, and she’s no less than a daughter to me. Taking care of her is second nature to me.” You walk closer and pinch the girl’s cheeks and give her a wide smile, pulling a similar one from her.

When you took in a breath, the subtle smell of pinewood filled your senses, the smell of Zhongli’s cologne. Your face tipped up to see how close you were standing to the male and to respect his personal space, you took a step back, blushing profoundly. Only, Zhongli didn’t mind you standing so close to him, he quite liked it. But it wasn’t appropriate for him to voice those thoughts so he stayed silent on the matter.

Zhongli sighed in short-lived relief. “Though I am going to have to scold you for being late. Ganyu how do people who come to class late apologise?” You cross your arms playfully. Ganyu’s eyes light up as she tugs the lapel’s of her father's jacket. “Papa you will have to write on a paper ‘I am sorry for coming late’! You have to write it 20 times!” She exclaimed.

“Of course angel, I’ll get right to it when we get home okay?” He promised, giving a little oomph when Ganyu hugged his neck out of the blue. When you giggled softly, Zhongli peeked at you. That laugh of yours pulled his heartstrings and he joined you, the two of you giggling together.

“If that is all, then I should be bidding you farewell, Mister…” You trailed off, wordlessly asking the male in front of you for his name. He coughed and extended his free hand for you to shake. “Zhongli. Please, just Zhongli is enough.” Your smaller hand wrapped around his and your fingers felt so soft, Zhongli wondered if you’d held the clouds in your hands at some point during the day.

“I am Y/N. It is a pleasure to meet you, Zhongli.” His name coming from your lips felt so perfect. Never before had he felt warmth blooming across his face when someone spoke his name. This feeling was so strange yet so right at the same time.

The beginning of something wonderful and memorable.

Zhongli gazed at you warmly, “The pleasure is all mine Y/N.”

Aether was the most surprised, seeing Zhongli return with Ganyu in his arms and a giddy grin on his lips. You could practically see the halo of pink hearts floating around his head. “You look like you’re in a good mood. What’s up?” Aether chuckled, setting little Xiao in his seat and walking to take Ganyu and give her supper.

Zhongli snapped back to his original self, trying to gather his composure while walking into his house. “Nothing much, just met Ganyu’s teacher today.” Aether didn’t think much of it, brushing it off as a parent-teacher meeting, but sweet angel Ganyu had to open her mouth.

“Aether, Miss Y/N is the best teacher ever! She is so pretty and she makes me laugh and she even made papa laugh today. If Y/N didn’t help papa then I would still be mad at him. Even papa thinks Miss Y/N is pretty, right papa?” She blurted out, then proceeded to stuff her face with mashed potatoes.

The younger male glanced at his superior, smiling in amusement at the scarlet red blush that covered his embarrassed face. “Oh, is that so Zhongli?” He teased, giving him a knowing look.

To ease a forming lump in his throat, Zhongli walked to the fridge to grab himself a glass of water. “Yes, she is quite…beautiful and sweet. She was really nice to Ganyu when she started crying and it was very kind of her to take care of Ganyu when I reached to pick her up late and…I’m not going to speak any further for I don’t wish to embarrass myself more.” Zhongli gulped down the liquid and averted Aether’s gaze, one filled with mock and tease.

Days later Zhongli was still thinking about the attractive, kind teacher he met. Did he say attractive? Well, you definitely were, since he did find himself get attracted to you. Your smile and gentle eyes peering at him had etched themselves into his daydreams. It was quite strange, he never felt this sort of tightness in his chest before whenever he met another woman. But you, oh dear you, you had stained every vacant thought of his ever since that afternoon.

A knock on his bedroom door snapped him out of his thoughts. “Ahem, come in!” He called out, expecting it to be Aether with some reports or something of the sort. Only to his surprise, his daughter walked in, a sheet of paper and a bright red crayon in her hands.

“Hello angel. What’s the matter.” Zhongli spun in his chair and leaned down to lift his daughter in his arms, seating her on his lap. She laid the paper on top of his work and handed him the red crayon. “Papa you still have to write the apology to Miss Y/N! You have to write ‘I am sorry for coming late’ 20 times! Papa you promised!” The little girl huffed.

Zhongli laughed, but upon seeing Ganyu’s serious expression, his jest died down. She really did want him to write the apology. “Of course angel, I’ll start right away.” Even when he said that she refused to move from his lap until he started writing.

For his comfort, he used his own pen, the ink gliding across the sheet in his calligraphic handwriting. Whenever he finished writing down one sentence, his daughter cheered and counted down, a method of motivation which she had learnt from her teacher, she informed. Zhongli smiled to himself. Beautiful and smart. This woman kept surprising her.

“Andddd done!” He announced, putting a full stop at the end of his 20th sentence. He had to admit, even though he writes pages worth of writing in a single sitting, this punishment felt very taxing.

“Yay! Congratulations papa! Now when you give it to Miss Y/N tomorrow, she will surely give you a gold star.” His eyes widened and his cheeks warmed. “You want me to come to give it to her?” He inquired, making sure he heard her right the first time. Ganyu rolled her eyes dramatically, “Of course papa. If I give it to her, then she will think that I wrote the apology.”

Her reasoning was very valid for a 7-year-old, so Zhongli shrugged and decided to go along with it. “Then I shall come with you tomorrow.” He smiled. What a perfect opportunity to get to meet you again.

The next day when Zhongli woke up to take Ganyu to school, he felt…more eager to do that daily task. While getting ready, he spritzed on his favourite cologne, one which he saved for special occasions, he wore one of his better coats and sweaters and he made sure his hair looked better than it usually did. He thought to himself, ‘why am I dressing up so much? What is going on with me?’

And all his questions were answered when he walked into the school grounds and saw your smile as you greeted the other children and parents. You were practically glowing, shining brighter than a diamond in the moonlight. You walked to the children who were reluctant to leave their parents and you encouraged them, gave them the confidence to join you in your classroom.

“Papa come! We need to meet Miss Y/N before you go!” Ganyu’s excited figure pulled Zhongli through the crowd of adults and kids until he found himself standing a few feet from you. He froze up when Ganyu left his hand and darted towards you, engulfing your leg in a bear hug. He should also greet you, it’s polite to do so.

“Good morning, Ganyu! How are you today?” You kneeled to her eye level and conversed with her, grinning at her enthusiastic replies. “I am very good! I was a big girl yesterday and I made papa write the sorry note for you. Please give him a gold star!”

Your E/C trailed up to the man who stood behind Ganyu, his lips turned in a lopsided grin. “Oh is that so?” You look at him with a playfulness in your tender gaze, he couldn’t stop his heart rate from increasing.

He pulled out the slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to you, praying that when you take it from him, your hands would meet. He really wanted to feel your feather-soft touch once again. And thankfully the archons above heard his prayers for when you reached out to grab the paper, you lightly touched his warm hand, your touch sending waves of homeliness through him. Was it too soon to describe that feeling as homeliness? Maybe, but that word was just perfect to describe the sensation taking over him.

A delighted giggle escaped your lips as you unfolded the paper to find that he had indeed written the apology 20 times. You were amazed by his beautiful handwriting, almost finding it hard to believe that he wrote it and it wasn’t the product of a professional calligraphy artist.

“Ganyu, why don’t you go join your friends in class? I am sure Keqing is waiting for you.” You wink at her, seeing her bubble excitedly. She gave her father a quick hug and ran inside, leaving you and Zhongli standing in front of each other.

“She never stops talking about you.” You beam at him starting a conversation as the other students started crowding into the main building. The pride that filled his amber eyes beckoned you to speak further, wanting to see more of his handsome expression.

“She admires and idolises you, Zhongli. She always tells all her friends bout how her papa knows everything about the earth and she even told us stories about how the Liyuan Canyon was formed as a result of years of erosion by the river. She had the whole class captivated, I’ve never seen the students so quiet and interested in history.” You giggle as he sheepishly laughs and rubs his neck.

“Thank you for your kind words. Though I must express, you are a role model for her as well. She always talks about the pretty teacher who pays attention to all the students’ needs and encourages her to perform her best” He complimented, only realising he called you pretty when he recalled his words after seeing you blush. “Oh dear, I am really sorry. That was not professional of me.” He spluttered. ‘What happened to the calm and composed Zhongli?’ He cursed himself.

“I don’t mind the compliment Zhongli. Thank you.” You looked to the side to avoid his eyes, but when you noticed the emptiness around you, you realised that you had a class to take care of. “I should probably get back to my students.” You patted your clothes out of instinct as you waved at him and turned to walk away.

Zhongli mistook your hurry as discomfort from calling you pretty. Just as he was about to scowl at himself, you looked over your shoulder and grabbed his attention. “And about your gold star, how about I give it to you when you come to pick Ganyu in the afternoon?” Your offer to hang out with him for a while longer did not go unnoticed.

He stood tall and fixed his blazer, mirroring your gentle smile. “I’ll be looking forward to my reward.”

That afternoon he was greeted with you waiting to put a gold star sticker on the breast pocket of his blazer, Ganyu getting excited at how her father got his first sticker. All day that day, he subconsciously ran his fingers over the smooth star-shaped sticker, smiling to himself.

From that day, your relation progressed from father and teacher to some sort of friends.

In the crowd, his face was the one you’d always be most eager to see and he yours.

The two of you would talk of trivial topics before the school bell rang and you had to leave for your respective job; and in the afternoons he would stay back a little longer, your conversations drawing him in as Ganyu played in the grounds.

Your nightingale like voice and childlike expression whenever you spoke of something that excited you made him sigh in happiness. His mind was all fuzzy and he felt like he could spend hours just hearing you talk and admiring your beautiful features.

Conversations with you were never dull, you always kept Zhongli on his toes with the tales you had to offer about your teaching experience and he entertained you with historical stories that had your interests piqued.

One day you told him that Ganyu mentioned during a presentation that she had a little brother and you were hoping to see a picture of him. Happy to fulfil your request, Zhongli pulled out his phone and swiped through the gallery, showing you various pictures of him, Ganyu and Xiao.

He laughed heartily when you snatched his device and gushed over his younger child, commenting about how much he resembles his father. You even requested to meet him someday and Zhongli was more than excited for you to meet Xiao.

The first time you met Xiao, Zhongli was slightly nervous, constantly reminding Xiao to be on his best behaviour. He knew it would be hard for a toddler to follow such strict instructions, but a man could dream.

To his surprise, Xiao was much more mannered when you walked over and greeted him in your baby voice. His eyes were wide and head tilted to get a better look at your face from his father’s arms.

Looking at Zhongli for perMission to hold him and receiving a nod in return, you opened your arms, getting ready to hold him. Zhongli expected his son to shrink back, but Xiao’s eagerness to jump into your arms startled him.

Picking up the 3-year-old on your hip, you asked him questions such as his name and age, cooing whenever he answered. Your praises embarrassed him and he hid himself in your hair, softly playing with your H/C ends.

“I’ve never seen him this quiet. Are you sure you’re not a divine being?” Zhongli’s eyes lidded as he exhaled deeply, a lovestruck expression drawn on his face. You blushed at his words and gave your much more accurate reply. “I guess I am just good with children. I like them and they like me, isn’t that true little Xiao.” You booped his nose and he snorted a laugh in return, proving your claim.

The 15 minutes he stayed back turned into an hour, the three of you walking to a nearby park and sitting on a bench while Ganyu tried catching butterflies in her little fingers.

Often Zhongli would buy you some coffee or tea from a local cafe, whatever is your preference. Many a time you told him that he had no need to, but he insisted, saying that it was a treat, from one friend to another.

In the chilly autumn afternoons, with the sun’s dim light shining between the withering leaves, Zhongli came to fall in love with you, staring at your features as you cradled Xiao in your lap, poking his nose and laughing with Ganyu whenever he sneezed cutely.

But, what was he to do with these feelings?

“Papa! Papa!” His little daughter burst into his room, with Aether and Xiao trailing behind her. Zhongli’s eyes darted up from his work and he took off his specs, jumping from his seat to kneel in front of his frantic daughter. “Ganyu? Is everything alright?” His eyes scanned her for any injuries, raising an eyebrow when he saw her with an ear to ear smile.

“Papa it is Miss Y/N’s birthday tomorrow! We have to specially meet her tomorrow! We have to make her a card and buy her a gift! We need to buy her a pretty diamond necklace.” Ganyu rambled on, various gift ideas pouring out her mind. Zhongli smiled and shook his head. “Yes, we do need to buy her a pretty gift. Why don’t you go put on some shoes and we’ll go shopping right now?” Ganyu squealed and ran out of the room.

“Ah is this the reason you declined day after tomorrow’s invitation to the Historian Meet?” Aether wiggled his eyebrows at Zhongli, causing him to roll his eyes at Aether’s childishness. “It’s nothing like that. Y/N invited us to her house for her birthday dinner and I thought it would be quite rude to decline her offer over something that happens every second month.” He tried justifying himself. A simpler reason would have been, ‘I like her and I want to spend more time with her.’

That year her birthday fell on a Saturday and she had invited Zhongli and his children for a celebration dinner on Sunday, just the 4 of them. When she asked him over the phone if he could make it, Zhongli nodded like an eager child and then slapped his forehead in realisation that she couldn’t see him.

In the afternoon, Zhongli and Aether took Ganyu and Xiao to the shopping complex, and the two children who would usually be so engrossed in buying for themselves, their only goal for today was to find the perfect gift go you.

“Papa should we buy her a dress? I want to pick a dress for her!” Ganyu whined and pulled the others into a boutique. “I’ll take care of Xiao while you help Ganyu select a gift.” Aether declared, leaving the father to fend for himself.

A good 20 minutes it took for the 7-year-old to select a dress, with the assistance of her father and a store clerk. Zhongli was in awe of the floor-length mermaid shaped silver dress that Ganyu tugged from the shelves, proclaiming that it was the perfect gift for Miss Y/N. He sure hoped that his estimate of her dress size was accurate enough to fit her.

This is a very good choice Angel. You really like Miss Y/N, don’t you?” Zhongli gave her a close eyed smile, paying for the dress at the check out counter. She nodded vigorously, “Yes! Miss Y/N is my favourite and I know she’s your favourite too!” Zhongli choked on air as the cashier subtly smirked, having overheard their conversation.

“Ganyu! You don’t speak like that in public!” Zhongli spoke sternly but didn’t deny her statement. “Sir, I know it’s not my place to say, but would you like to check out our selection of pendants? Maybe you could find something of your liking.” The cashier offered, gesturing to the display of necklaces and gems aplenty.

Zhongli hummed to himself. A pendant would be a nice gift, holding great emotion and even hints of intimacy. He felt a tug on his pants and his daughter was having thoughts that overlapped with his. Maybe a necklace would be a perfect gift along with the dress.

Finally, the night of the dinner came. You were getting restless, repeatedly smoothening your knee-length dress while checking your make up in the mirror. How this night would end, you had no knowledge. But you really wanted to try your best, hoping to woo the man you had been developing feelings for.

When the bell rang, your heart pumped faster in your chest as you darted across your small apartment to open the door. There on the other side was Zhongli, Xiao on his hip and Ganyu standing beside him, clinging to his pants. Behind them was a blonde man you’ve never seen before, who you assumed to be Aether by the description Zhongli had given you in the past.

“Good evening Y/N. Wishing you the happiest birthday.” Zhongli leaned forward and pressed an air kiss to either of your cheeks in greeting. Seeing the way his father kissed your cheeks, Xiao reached forward and wrapped his hands around your neck, the suddenness of his action making you jolt forward to catch him and Zhongli scrambling to catch you with his free hand, in case you fall. Xiao cutely pressed a big kiss to your right cheek and then your left, mumbling a small hello.

Your face turned ruby red. But not at the child’s kiss. Zhongli’s hand was firmly gripping your waist as he held Xiao, the boy leaning on you in a very awkward position. The tension was thick, your eyes stayed fixed on Zhongli’s bright eyes as even he found it hard to tear away from his gaze from yours.

Thankfully, a deliberate cough from Aether helped snap you back to reality. “Let me hold him. And please! Do come in.” You took Xiao from Zhongli’s arms and opened the door wider, letting the 3 of them in. “I hope you don’t mind me calling Aether along, I required some assistance with the children.” He apologised.

“Nonsense! I am so happy to finally put a face to the name. It is great to finally meet you Aether. Zhongli doesn’t stop talking about how helpful you are, be it with his kids or in general.” You extend your free hand to shake his, getting a cheeky smile from him in return. “It is wonderful to finally see the Y/N that has Mr Zhongli daydreaming and-.”

“Oh by the way, here is your present. Ganyu selected it herself.” Zhongli grinned and took a well-wrapped box from Aether, preventing him from talking any further. You giggled at his obviousness and walked to the couch, sitting down and pouring some drinks for everyone, handing the kids a carton of fruit juice each.

“Come on Miss Y/N! Open your present!” Ganyu bounced on the couch in excitement, pushing the box further up your lap. Zhongli was ready to tell her off for misbehaving, but you quickly puller her to your side and together started ripping off the nicely done wrapping paper. Zhongli hissed internally at how messy the two of you were being, but seeing to smile at Ganyu’s elated figure, he guessed that you did that for her happiness.

“I hope you like it Miss Y/N!” Ganyu played with her fingers as you lifted the lid of the box. Even Zhongli sat on the edge of his seat, waiting to see your reaction. He was more than pleased when you gasped and squealed, pulling out the sequinned fabric of the dress. You stood up and pressed the clothing to your chest, the dress draping in front of you. Zhongli imagined you in that dress, looking absolutely stunning with your current makeup and hairdo. He could hear the drumming of his heart in his ears, but that wasn’t able to drown out the sounds of you thanking him for buying you such a wonderful present.

“Please, I wanted to treat you. A wonderful person such as yourself only deserves the best.” He beamed as you folded the dress and carefully put it back in the box, ready to store it to be worn on a special occasion.

After a little more talking and laughing, the children started complaining about feeling hungry. Seeing the clock, you clapped your hands and announced that it was indeed time for dinner.

Once you seated everyone at the dining table and disappeared into the kitchen to bring dinner, Aether kicked Zhongli from under the table. Aether’s wide eyes and curled lips along with his head tilting towards the kitchen struck Zhongli as an instruction to go help Y/N. Not only out of politeness but also for some alone time.

He left the table and walked into the kitchen to see you gathering plates and bowls for everyone. He offered to help and even after you denying, he was resilient. Finally, you gave up and let him lend a hand, setting the plates and cutlery on the table.

He helped you carry all the dishes you prepared by hand. He wasn’t very happy that you went through the pain of cooking everything, especially since it was your birthday celebration, but the flavourful smell wafting through the air made him look forward to the meal.

At one point during the set up, the two of you reached for the same pot of curry sitting atop the counter, your fingers making contact. Like lovestruck teenagers, you stared at each other and started blushing, both offering to take it out instead. Using your ‘my house, my rules’ ability, you went and placed the final serving bowl on the table, with Zhongli trailing behind you only a breath away, bumping into you when you suddenly turned.

“Dig in!” You announced and everyone started eating. Moans of satisfaction and exclamations of ‘so yummy!’ filled the dining room, making you bashful.

Zhongli praised your cooking, telling you how he’s never tasted such delicious home cooked food and if he had a choice, he would eat such food for the rest of his life. Only when he was drinking water did he realise the implied meaning of his words. When he looked at you, he was relieved to see you smiling at him, in a way that showed that you accepted that hidden meaning. Could it be…

Dinner went by as smooth as it could. Yes, Xiao did start crying about how he did not want to eat his vegetable because they were yucky. Aether and Zhongli tried their best to convince him to eat, using methods such as the aeroplane and the chop chop train, but all in vain. Thankfully you stepped in to save the day.

Only when you did the aeroplane did Xiao agree to eat! He was happily eating the beans from your fork as if that was his plan all along, to be fed by you. You laughed at how Zhongli’s mouth was hung open. His own son had betrayed him, he wasn’t going to forget that ever.

Zhongli seemed to find more and more things about you to admire, from the way you were able to keep his children well behaved and still joyous with your humorous anecdotes to how you gelled well with Aether, laughing with him about Zhongli’s embarrassing parenting moments.

Eventually, dinner came to an end. Xiao very conveniently crawled into his father’s lap during dinner and fell asleep against his shoulder and Ganyu’s head was lolling around as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

Aether announced that it was time for him to take the children home since it was much past their bedtime and they had school the next day. As you went to shake Ganyu awake, she grabbed your hand and pulled your face down so that she could whisper in your ear.

“Papa has a special gift for you. I hope you like it.” And she was out like a light bulb.

You smiled to yourself and carried her downstairs, not wanting to bother the father or his friend with the task. Aether was quite thankful and once you were walking down the stairs, he caught Zhongli’s eye and winked at him teasingly, enjoying the reawakening blush on his face.

You and Zhongli set his kids in the backseat and buckled them up snuggly. Aether and Zhongli spoke a while and you not wanting to pry in their conversation continued to make the kids feel comfortable in their seats. A smile graced your face and their sleepy figures as you closed the door.

Aether stepped into the car and waved at you and Zhongli, the male finding his spot beside you.

“Are you staying a little longer?” You asked, hoping that he wasn’t going to head off for some last minute meeting or anything. Zhongli turned around to face your apartment building, lifting his arm and sticking out his elbow for you to grab. “I’ll stay if you want me to.”

You beamed at his offer and grabbed his forearm, walking with him back to your house. “Ah, I completely forgot about the cake!” You walked to the kitchen with Zhongli trailing behind you. From the fridge, you pulled out a small chocolate cake with Happy Birthday frosted on in royal red icing. “My cousin is a baker and she sent it for me. I was really hoping to share it with you and your kids.” You chuckle nervously, placing the cake on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“Well, maybe you can cut it in my presence and bring it over tomorrow to my place. We can have it along with a nice cup of coffee if you’ll accept my invitation.” He spoke while lighting up the birthday candles, both of you sitting side by side on the couch, your bodies almost touching. All either of you needed was a little encouraging push.

You nodded at him and picked up the knife. “Well, time to blow out the candles and make a wish!” You exclaim, closing your eyes and leaning forward. You were silent for a second, making your wish and once you opened your eyes, you blew the candles. Zhongli clapped as you cut a slice and before you could pick it up, he beat you to it, lifting the confectionary to your lips. “Birthday girl gets the first bite.”

You couldn’t deny the tension in the air when you wrapped your fingers around his wrist to guide the cake to your mouth. He couldn’t deny the feelings bubbling in his heart when you laughed with a face full of chocolate. Both of you could read the others eyes when he leaned forward to swipe some frosting off your lips.

“I…I umm brought you a gift. Apart from the dress.” He blushed and reached into his blazer pocket, pulling out a long velvet box. He sat up in front of you and opened the box to reveal a pendant- a gorgeous pearl-shaped one, the gem of a soft pink shade sparkling in the lighting of your house.

“Zhongli…this is so beautiful.” You hesitated to touch the gift, not knowing its monetary worth, but with his encouragement, you reach forward to brush your fingers against the silver chain and the glistening gem. You looked away from the necklace and saw his gentle eyes on you, taking in your fascinated expression. “Zhongli…can you help me put it on?”

He was taken aback by your request. Asking him to help you with your necklace, it was a direct request to be touched, for him to brush his fingers in butterfly soft motions over your skin. A request for intimacy.

He gulped and nodded, carefully picking the necklace out of its case while you turned around and lifted your hair, exposing your neck. The sweet smell of your perfume hit his nose and it was a lucky coincidence that you were unable to see his shaking fingering and red ears.

“This gem, it’s a rose quartz. And it does have some…meaning, if you wish to put it that way.” You shivered when the cold metal touched your collarbone, it sliding up your skin as Zhongli tried to clasp it behind your neck. You could feel his breath fan over the nape of your neck. “What’s its significance.” You whispered, the tone of the rooming dimming down.

“It…It’s a symbol of unconditional love. Of the purest and sincerest of emotions, from one person to another.” The click of metal signalled that the necklace was locked around your neck. You looked down to admire it in your fingers, giving great attention to how Zhongli’s hands dropped down to your waist. He shuffled closer, closer enough for your back to hit his chest and his chin rest on your shoulder, his burning cheek right up against yours.

You allowed his faint embrace, leaning back to rest your weight against him. He hummed in your ear softly. You could feel his Adam’s apple bob nervously as if he was itching to speak. A moment later, he found the courage to pour out his feelings.

“Y/N...I have a confession to make.” He pulled from you, causing you to shift in your seat and face him. You smile at his gentle smiling, feeling his hand reach up to cradle your cheek. Relaxing against his warmth, a satisfied breath escaped your lips as you slowly nodded your head, giving him to go to speak on.

“The reason I chose this gem was…as a confession of my growing feelings for you. I don’t know how or when it happened, but now when I look into your eyes, I…there’s no way around this.” He blushed bashfully and looked to the side, unable to collect his thoughts and convert them into words.

“Zhongli…just tell me what you’re feeling. Who knows, maybe I’ll reciprocate your feelings…” You lift your other hand to cover your pink cheeks. He chuckled lightly at slanted in your direction, till you could see the golden threads of his irises.

“Well then if I may be so bold to confess…Y/N, I have developed romantic feelings for you. My confession is in no means a way for you to feel obligated to feel for me back-“ He was going to ramble out a long apology after his small confession.

Your smile grew and you threw yourself into Zhongli’s arms, rubbing your nose against his neck. The overwhelming feeling of happiness was intoxicating as you giggled into his shoulder. “I like you too Zhongli. Like a lot.” Your confession, so simple yet filled with so many emotions, Zhongli laughed in relief hearing your words.

“I am so happy you feel that way.” His arms tightened around your waist, squeezing you in a bear hug. You squeal in his hold and pull your face away to see his soft happy smile. His smile faltered when he noticed how close your lips were to his, he could feel your warm breath on his lips, the sensation quite ticklish.

“May I…may I kiss you Y/N?” He gulped. Your lips brushed over his when you nodded and a wild part of him came to life.

His hands flew up to cup your cheeks as he pulled you in, placing his lips on top of yours with such gentleness, it made your head feel dizzy. His soft lips danced with yours in harmony, parting and meeting yours again and again. He delicately brushed his thumbs over your cheekbones, drawing you deeper into the kiss. Your hands dropped to his sweater, clutching the wool in your fingers. His kisses had you feeling drunk, and with every breath and gasp for air, you pulled him in for more.

You shifted closer to him till your thighs touched, every contact had electricity zooming through your nerves. Your fingers found the ends of his well-kept hair and shamelessly you tangled your digits in his soft chocolate locks, bringing him even closer if possible. His hands trailed down to your lower back, arching you closer to his body, till the warmth of your chest pressed against his. Your warmth… radiated that home like feeling again, and Zhongli welcomed that with open arms, holding you like the most precious being in the world.

Thoughts ran crazy in Zhongli’s head. He knew that if he ever had the opportunity to kiss you, your lips would feel so smooth against his, but he never expected it to feel so…perfect. As if his lips were made to kiss yours, fitting together like puzzle pieces. Butterflies flew crazily in his stomach, a sensation he’d completely forgotten about before he met you. You entered his life and gave him the love he didn’t know he missed and now that he had a little taste, he craved more and more of you.

Separating for real this time, you panted, feelings his heavy breath against you. You lifted your head and bite your lip, stopping that huge grin from appearing on your face. Zhongli didn’t want to hold back his happiness. He laughed and hugged you tight, peppering kisses on your cheeks.

“I am so happy you’ve agreed to accept my feelings Y/N. So very happy.” He cheered, words trailing off as his eyes fell upon you again. He pecked your lips, once then twice, making sure the events that just happened weren’t a dream.

“So what does this mean for us? Do you think Ganyu and Xiao will be fine with you having a lover?” You hesitated with your words, trying to voice out your concerns. He understood your worries and grabbed your hands, bringing them up for him to place gentle kisses on your knuckles. “I think they’d be quite welcoming. They love you already and having you join our little family would bring them great happiness. That is, if you’re ready to?” Zhongli whispered softly, knowing the responsibility you would be agreeing to if you accept.

You think for a minute, then flip your hands to place Zhongli’s on top, giving butterfly kisses to his nervous hands. “I don’t know if I can think that far ahead. But what I know is that at this moment, I want to be with you, I want to be with Ganyu and Xiao. I want to see your face, first thing when I wake up and I want to kiss the children before they sleep. If you’ll have me, the way I am?”

Zhongli didn’t even need to give it a second thought, he was already nodding his head and pulling you against his chest, kissing you all over again. Hearing your angelic giggles and feeling your electrifying touch, Zhongli knew that for the first time in a long time, he was ready to love again.

kissing the karasuno boys for a dare

a/n: i have no clue how i came up with this idea, i was just bored one night and started writing, now here we are! let me know if i should do this with other schools!

pairings: daichi, suga, asahi, tanaka, nishinoya, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kageyama & hinata x gn!reader

warnings: none!

taglist (open): @peach-pops @goopyartiste @sugas-sweetheart @mattsvn @justamultifandomfan16 @spookykiri @yee-harr @colorseeingchick @itadorey @meliorist-midoriya @k0utashi @bunnythepipsqueak @sushii10 @aaakaaashii @aizawaslovebot @rousouhouuu @combat-wombatus @anikazoldeck @shinaus @killkuma @briidgee @the-sander-fander @kure-san @devilgirlcrybabiey @bruh-kill-me @seiri-ami @saikisbrat @bivmbo @elianetsantana

sawamura daichi

kinda confused so he stops you before it goes oh for too long

blushing a bit, like it’s mostly his ears that are red

figured it’s a dare or some sort, because he doesn’t think you’d just kiss him like that

literally just stares at your lips from then on

kiyoko teases him about how he always just stares at your lips and he just tries to keep his composure, usually fails just a bit

koushi sugawara

pulls away because this isn’t how he wanted his first kiss with you to be like

wont let you run away so you have to explain

when you tell him it’s a dare he says it isn’t good to play with a man’s feelings

somehow you were the one left more flustered when you KISSED him

definitely tells off whoever dared you to kiss someone and tells them to never have you do something like that again

azumane asahi

DIES

explodes into a blushing mess, like cheeks are all rosy and the back of his neck is burning up

tries to collect himself and asks why you did that

he apologizes that he was the one picked for the dare

you say something about his scuff tickling you, but you liking it, and he just dies again

takes him a while to not blush whenever your around, he now kinda has a hard time maintaining eye contact with you for a while

ryunosuke tanaka

also dies,but happily, pulls himself together and kinda kisses you back

asks if he can kiss you again even though he feels like he’s gonna pass out from how light headed you made him

doesn’t stop teasing you about how you kissed him so passionately

but he seriously wants to kiss you again, probably keeps asking because he wasn’t able to “return the favor”

also dreams about the kiss you gave him, he’s down horrendous

yuu nishinoya

immediately goes with it and kisses back, no way he’d missing the opportunity to kiss you

asks you to punch him because he thinks it’s a dream

will not stop thinking about how your lips felt on his

probably fell in love with you because of it and asks every time you see him for you to kiss him again

one day you do to just shut him up from asking, but it makes him ask even more

tadashi yamaguchi

turns as bright as a strawberry, his freckles seriously make him look like a strawberry-

covers his face because he’s too embarrassed and literally has to walk away to collect himself

later he tries to talk to you about what happened but gets flustered because he immediately thought back to you kissing him

tsukki doesn’t let it go that he always blushes around you

later, like a while while later, he tells you that he’s glad that you were his first kiss, because it’s with someone he trusts and likes

kei tsukishima

initially gets kinda angry because you kissed him so suddenly

literally tells you to “get better at kissing” so you kiss him again, to prove him wrong

he literally shuts up, stares you down after you pull away, and grumbles about how stupid you are while walking away

whole team is literally laughing because they’ve never seen tsukishima at a loss for words before

if you ever bring it up he just glares at you and retaliates with offhanded comments like “yeah but your breath was stinky” or “your lips felt like sandpaper, ever heard of chapstick?”

tobio kageyama

so so so confused

doesn’t understand what just happened?? why did you do something so intimate with him?? was this some form of a confession people now do?

he takes your hands and says, “i accept your confession y/n”

and now your confused and laughing your ass off as you explain that it was a dare

he was kinda bummed because boy likes you, after practice he kisses you and says that he doesn’t want you to he dared to kiss anyone else but him

shoyou hinata

also doesn’t know what’s happening but just goes with it and is able to kinda kiss back

he cheeks get nice and rosy, his foot definitely pops a bit

he will ask if he kissed back good enough

doesn’t even question why you kissed him he’s just happy that you did

next practice he definitely just goes up and randomly kissed you and you freak out because it was supposed to be a one time thing

𝐋𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬

this just popped into my head, and now I will proceed to make it everyone’s problem

includes: Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Gojou Satoru, Inumaki Toge, Nanami Kento, Junpei Yoshino and Ryomen Sukuna

enjoy my little simps, I hope I have fed you well

❥ {𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢} in the morning, when the sun was still shining through the window. The golden light illuminating every cute detail on his face. His cheek squished against you. His head; on your chest. His hair; a mess, while your fingers twist, twirl and weed out the knots in his beautiful locks. Not wanting to wake him up, you gently run your other hand down his spine, your fingers leaving goosebumps along his bare back.

❥ {𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨} Megumi loves making breakfast with you. Just cooking breakfast and laughing while repeatedly kissing each other. To anyone else, you both would’ve looked drunk, both giggling and fawning over the other; like lovesick idiots. There would be no need to get fully dressed because after the pancakes finished cooking, you’d be lying on the couch; watching tv, but mostly just cuddling

❥ {𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮} Gojou brought you little foods while in bed, a fruit cup, a little pastry (he probably got it from Safeway) and a glass of fruit juice- it wasn’t much, really. He brushed away the hair on your face, gently kissing your forehead, and placed the tray in front of you. While whispering “good morning love” while moving his lips from your forehead, down to your lips, giving you a soft ‘good morning kiss’ (which he always insists on having).

❥ {𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞} like every morning with Inumaki, you lay with him in your arms. His back pressed against your lower body, while his head rested on your chest. The shampoo he used (which was strawberry and lavender scented) was the only thing you spelled, as your face pressed into his hair, leaving you in an uncomfortable position- but not wanting to move, you wouldn’t risk waking him up, he’s too cute!

❥ {𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨} Nanami has to leave for work fairly early, so it’s rare that you get mornings like his with him. You woke alone in the bed (per usual), but the smell of freshly cooked food wasn’t something you’re used to. You sauntered over to the kitchen, peaking your head around the corners before you went any farther. There, standing in the kitchen, was Nanami, wearing an apron and cooking breakfast for the both of you.

❥ {𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐞𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨} Junpei spends most mornings alone, but the day came where he finally had someone to spend his morning with. He woke up to the smell of your hair, with your body pressed against his, your arm draped over his abdomen, while your cheeks pressed into his chest. You looked so comfy; he didn’t dare move. When he first saw you, he did not know that he’d be waking up to the sight of you like this.

❥ {𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚} Sukuna had finally convinced Itadori to let him have the morning with you. You’ll wake up, turn over on your side expecting to face Itadori’s bright smile and cheerful eyes, only to get Sukuna’s devilish smirk and handsome tattoos. Pulling you in, he pushed his face into your neck. Be warned, he may nibble at it, but mostly, he just wants the feeling that he’s the only one who can get close to you like this.

I'm fine lol *screams into pillow*

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MHA/BNHA boys react to you: wearing another pros merch?!?!

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Parings: Izuku Midoriya X Fem!Reader, Katsuki Bakugo X Fem!Reader, Shoto Todoroki X Fem!Reader, Kirishima Eijiro X Fem!Reader, Denki Kaminari X Fem!Reader, Tamaki Amajiki X Fem!Reader, Keigo (Hawks) Takami X Fem!Reader.

Note: New to writing on tumblr so might not be the best, but I’ll get better promise ya. Btw they’re aged up to their 20’s.

Cw: suggestive but no actual smut yk, fluff, possessiveness, insecurities, jealousy, angst? No not really, swearing. think that’s it.

Masterlist

He was very very confused

Why were you wearing another pros merch?

He got slightly insecure abt it too

Did you not love him as much anymore? Did you not like the merch he gave you? Did you it like his stuff at all?

He tried not to stare at the Ingenium T-Shirt for too long, other wise me was sure he’d tear up and the last thing he needed was for you too see him cry

He don’t want to me that boyfriend— making it seem like the only thing your aloud to us are things that involve him

But why were you wearing this when you have a whole collection of Deku merch?

It was nagging at him really terribly, he just wants an answer, it wasn’t like he though you might have a thing for Iida… right?

You didn’t right?

You love him right!

That’s when he gave into his thoughs

“Why’re you wearing an Ingenium Hoodie?”

Great now you’ll thing he’s annoying and clingy

He didn’t expect for you to giggle at his pink flushed face

That only made him feel even worse

We’re you about to tell him because you love him? Because he’s you’re new favorite hero? Because he’s no longer the No. 1 in your heart?

He couldn’t handle that not a little bit

“‘Zuku, honey. Look at me.”

He didn’t even notice he had looked away from your beautiful eyes, but he looked back as soon as he heard you calm him

“The reason why I’m wearing this, is because all of my Deku merch is dirty and I needed to wash it. I just threw in the first hoodie I saw. No need to be upsets love.”

Ah, that made him feel so much better

But he also felt silly— getting jealous over something as simple as a hoodie

But he loved you so it justifies enough!!

The rest of the day you two just lounged around the house playing board games— you won most of them where he won all the ones that required a strategy… so he didn’t win to much…

But one again not his fault!!

He was just to busy staring at the gorgeous win he’s able to call his wife (that’s you yes you you gorgeous being)

He was pissed!!

Outraged!!!

Another word for angry!!

He comes home from a hard day at work, kicking ass, ready to just cuddle up to his wife and watch actions movies… AND HE SEES YOU WEARING ANOTHER HERO’S SWEATER!?!?!?

And to make matters worse worse it’s a DEKU SWEATER!?!

He was seething

You could pretty much see him foaming at the mouth

“The fuckin’ hell are you doing wearing that damn nerds merch!!”

As yes, death is one of the plausible chooses rn

You knew he was pissed when he closed the door without locking it— especially since he prides your safety so much

”U-uhm… I, I was just cold Kat—“

“Than wear my merch!! Not this stupid thing— why do you have this anyways!?!?”

When did you get this thing again?

And why did you have it??

Good he was so heated he wanted to go to the nerds place and bash his face in!!

He bought you pretty much every piece of his merch that came out when it came out

So why wear the nerds stuff?

His merch was clean, he knows because he wished it all yesterday and hung it in your closet…

Oh

“You little vixen.”

In barley a second the sweater was torn off of your body and you were left bare in front of your husband

“K-Katsuki—“

“Don’t ‘Katsuki’ me. You did this to yourself by being a bitch, so now you’ll get fucked like one, that’s why you wore his merch right? To piss me off?”

Silence

“Stay quiet then, you won’t be for long.”

Uhm… I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination-

He’s the one that doesn’t even really notice, nor care

It’s just a hoodie no big deal

It’s not not your walking around kissing Dynamite

Your just wearing his merchandise to support him and he thinks it’s nice of you

But then he saw you were naked underneath that for some reason made him uneasy

You never just walk around in nothing, whether it’s just a pair of shorts and a bra you’re never just naked…

Not even in his merch

What’s so special about Bakugo’s merch, huh?

Is it softer than his?

Smell nicer?

So you like him more?

“… Y/n why are you wearing Bakugo’s merch and not mine?”

He didn’t mean to say it out loud, it slipped!

He just wanted to think it but his mind and mouth had a difference of opinion

You looked at him confused, head tilted to the side as you sat on the slinger next to him

“What do you mean Sho?”

“You always wear my merch, no matter the day seems like. But now you’re wearing his merch, and your naked?”

You understood now, he was jealous

It wasn’t often your duel-haired husband was jealous— he barley showed any emotions at all

So it was quiet funny when you see he’s upsets over something as measly as a hoodie

“Shoto I threw this hoodie in so I could come downstairs and cook with you. I wanted to get down quickly before you left that’s all.”

He’s never felt so much relief wash over him than in that moment

You weren’t in love with Dynamite then

Good

After that the both of you made breakfast, throwing flour at each other getting it stuck in your hair, smearing Pancake batter on his face, then taking a shower together that was filled with kissed and love… making him 30 minutes late

Oh boy

Oh boy oh boy oh boy

He immediately tried to rip it off

It shocked you to your core

Kiri was never this aggressive when it came to what you wore

He never made you change or anything, he was your hype man, boasting about how hot you would look no matter how little you tried

But something snapped inside of him when he say you rocking the Shoto merch… he hated it

The redhead’s never been the possessive type

At all

But the way the crop-top hugged your curves and his name was was sitting comfortably on your chest

Where he lies his head after a hard days work?

Nope, he hated it

“Eiji baby!! What are you doing?!?!”

He paused

What was he doing?

He never broke out into a jealous rage like that…

Oh my god he was becoming Bakugo-

“I’m so sorry Little one! I don’t know what came over me— I— please forgive me!”

He scared himself with how he pretty much attacked your shirt

He just hated the way his name was Branded across your chest… the one for him to cuddle into, the one he got to kiss, the mounds he got it bite love marks on…

Had Shoto’s name on them

“I… I was jealous… I’m sorry..”

You’d be angry he ruined your shirt if he wasn’t so damn cute!!

It’s only the first time he’s done this, so you’ll let it slid

It wasn’t that big of a deal to you anyways, now you had an excuse to wear another piece of his merch out again

“There’s no need to be jealous Ei, I’m yours and you’re mine.”

You calmed him down with a soft kiss to the lips, making his knees go weak at how you treated him so sweetly

“All mine?”

He knew the answer, but asking didn’t hurt— just to make sure

“All yours.”

“Good~”

He took you out to a drive in movie theater, where you two cuddled up in soft blankets with popcorn and nachos enjoying each other’s company

He got all pouty about it

He kept pawing at the hoodie like that was your sure sign to take the thing off

But sadly you didn’t which made him pout more

… ok maybe you were teasing him— but you could help it he’s so fucking cute!!

“Babyyyy!! Wear my merch please, you look so much better in yellow than purpleee”

He didn’t like how the Suneater merch looked in you… no matter how much your titties bounced around and made him drool he hated it!!

You knew he was jealous, he tried very little to hide it

But at least listen to him!!

You’re man loves you so seeing you in purple instead of yellow makes him sad :(((

“Why Kami? Do I look bad?”

He recoiled so much at the words “bad” and “you” in the same sentence

Isn’t that like a grammatical error or something?

He immediately started to compliment you

Saying how you look like a living goddess to where the purple hoodie with Amajiki’s face on it hides your curves from his perverted- I mean loving view

“No no no! You never look bad spark plug— i just think my stuff brings out your eyes more, tho they are really, really pretty…”

He stopped talking for a moment to just stare into your eyes, getting lost in the beauty of them

“Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are.”

“Yes Kam many times my love.”

He nodded, completely forgetting what he was upset about

Oh yeah… that hoodie

He started whining, telling you— begging you to put his hoodie on instead of that

You finally comply to his wishes, throwing the purple fabric over your head and getting comfortable his the ChargeBolt hoodie

Which happens to be one of your favorite merch pieces might I add

Then you two sit on the couch and play Mario-Kart, shouting and pushing each other to make the other ness up or fall off the edge

He won a game and you jumped on him bc he had cheated, pulling him into a passionate kiss that made him sigh in content

“Was that a punishment or a reward? Because one or the other I’ll take all day any day.”

He was so goofy, but you’ve always loved that about him

Anxiety

That’s all

✨anxiety✨

He was scared you didn’t love him any more and that’s why you were proudly wearing Hawks merch

What was so special about it?

Did you not like what he got you? Was it not to your liking?

You noticed he seemed a lot more fidgety than usual, so you quickly took his hand in yours, rubbing gentle circles along his pale skin

“What’s wrong ‘Maki?”

Would you think he’s silly for being upsets that you worse a Hawks crop-top to your date?

No he’s got a right to be upsets right?

After all wearing another pro’s merch in front of your pro-hero husband on your 3rd anniversary gives him the right he pouty right?

He wouldn’t look at at you— no matter how much he wanted to see how pretty your eyes look with your perfectly winged eyeliner on—

Winged eyeliner?

Is it a theme with you tonight?

Are you trying to tell him something?

“Do you not love me anymore?”

God, he sounds like an insecure teenage boy

Its just winged eyeliner, no biggie Tamaki, it’s not like you’re wearing his merch…

Oh wait..

You looked baffled— you were baffled

He thought you didn’t love him anymore?

Why?

How?

“Why would you ask me that Tamaki?? You know I love you— from the bottom of my heart I do!!”

You’re to good for me, he thought

He never got mad at him, no matter how anxious he got you were always so loving to him

And he’s asking if you’re catching feelings if for a winged hero you’ve never even met

“Gosh I’m awful.”

This broke your heart

You knew why he was upset, it’s the crop-top

Why did you wear this thing?

Oh yeah, Hawks contacted you and asked if you could wear it to promote his stuff…

But why did he ask you? Doesn’t he have models for that or smthn?

And why would he need you to? He’s plenty popular, so it makes no sense…

Conveniently enough on your anniversary as well…

No, accusing people of things like that is wrong..

Bust lucky you brought a shirt to change into, and it was one of his favorites

“Give me a moment, I’ll be right back.”

You left the indigo haired man to his thought… not a good idea

He was questioning if you left him to find Hawks, to tell him you loved him and the two of you could fly away to where ever the fuck…

But you came back… in his merch now

“I’m sorry for upsetting you Tama, I wore the shirt because I was asked to, not because I wanted to. I love you so much and I’ll never love anyone like I love you, ok??”

That warmed his heart

Why was he afraid, you obviously live him, for 3 years you have!!

So you spent the rest of the night laughing with him, lightly teasing him here and there just to see his cheeks darken slightly

It was a great 3rd year!!

Cockiest bastard I’ve ever met

The fact that you were just chilling in a ChargeBolt hoodie never even dazed him, not even a little bit

Matter of fact it made him eve cockier when he saw you kept glancing over at him

He was busy finishing up some work and you just wanted his attention

So you put in one of your old hoodies and wore it around to get a rise out of him

He finds you needy face so so cute, it makes him all riled up but he won’t jump just yet

Maybe a little longer

But one thing is certain

You look way better in his merch, than ChargeBolts

He wants you to change so then and only then will he give you the attention you so badly desire

“…Keigooo~”

Your whining made it so much harder for him to make you change

Will he just up and tell you to change? No

You might me a brat, but he is too

“Is there something you want, Dove?”

Little shit knows what you want, he just won’t give it till you change out of that damned hoodie

And he’s getting want he wants— no matter how much of a bitch he’s gotta be

You both stared at each other intensely, digging into each other’s souls to see you’ll grow uncomfortable first

News flash

You won

“I want you to change, Doce. His hoodie is the only thing on this planet that makes you less attractive.“

Finally he says it!!

You smirk at finally getting his attention, throwing the hoodie across the room and slipping into your limited addition Hawks hoodie

“That’s much better~”

He grabs you by yours waist and pulled you into his lap, brushing his fingers gently over your thighs while smirking at you

“Now, how about I give you the attention you oh so desire, since you resorted to wearing that junk, you must want something from me, right Dove?”

Oh and did you get what you wanted

He made love to you the rest of the night, holding you tightly and caressing every inch of you that he could reach

Maybe you should wear ChargeBolts merch more often if this is what comes of it…

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