Saying The Important Things - Toji X Fem!reader (2.1k)

i. my youth is yours / eren jaeger ( attack on titan ). 

The reason why Eren is the way he is right now is that you have always been part of his youth.

wc: 1,672 

a/n: takes place in a modern setting of marley, where eren & the reader are both 22 years old and college students. 

Eren has known you since he was ten years old.

It started in the fifth grade when he first saw you on the first day. Back then, he thought nothing special of you. You were around his age, a classmate of his, and just someone who sits at a desk that was arranged next to him. Someone as sweet and nice as you shouldn’t be friends with someone as fearsome and abrupt as him, but fate had other plans in store for him.

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I SHOULD'VE BOUGHT YOU FLOWERS ( all the things i should've done, i don't want to love you from afar. ).

— genre : headcanons. angst to fluff. — cw : breakups, swearing, parties, alcohol. — characters : childe, kaeya, albedo, xiao, thoma.

childe ; the childhood friend that grew apart and drifted away.

you remember when you and childe were still neighbours and best friends and so clearly two youngsters crushing on each other. what a trope for a promising pair that ended up as strangers.

he used to approach you with that shit - eating smile, clearly hiding something behind his back ( he's terrible at surprises ), his voice quite literally two octaves higher as he shoves yet another gift in your face. rich boys, you guess. his mom would smile fondly in the background, waving at you from the doorway of his house. you'd jump into his arms and he'd catch you just in time, strong arms holding you up against his chest.

it's all just platonic, he'd tell everyone. we're just friends. oh how he regrets saying that so confidently now.

childe really likes you. did he ever tell you that? he likes how you always accepted him for who he was and not everything he had. not how rich his parents were, not how good he was at sports, not how many girls swooned over him at parties. you liked him because he was ... him, whatever that meant to you.

it meant a lot to you.

but now childe is different. he's popular, not to say you aren't, but he's POPULAR popular. he plays beer pong on friday nights and winks at girls in the hallways and always has tons of fans cheering for him at those swim meets and hockey games. and he doesn't pay attention to you. you're way out of his league and you got the hint a long time ago.

and you act like you don't know him at all, but he knows it's really his fault. his fault for acting like he was better than you all for the attention of others, acting like you weren't worth his time once he became popular, ditching you to hang out with the cool kids. you act like you can't tell when he's upset, blue eyes too easy to read after all these years. you act like his smile doesn't remind you of when you were still young.

he misses you. he misses how you'd come to his hockey games with his jersey on, always catching your eye in the crowd. he misses how you feel clinging to his back like a koala as he piggybacks you around the neighbourhood. he misses walking home with you every single day, conversation flowing so naturally, words that cannot be exchanged anymore.

so when he's arriving home at an ungodly hour of the morning still a little tipsy, and sees your sleep - deprived form in an oversized hoodie, he quickly jogs after you.

"hey." he breathes, the scent of alcohol on his breath and a forced smile on his face — and yours. "hey." you mumble back, pressing pause on the music blasting through your headphones. he hesitates before speaking again, softly. "you shouldn't go alone. it's dangerous."

you laugh incredulously and childe is taken aback by your disdain for his genuine concern. "i've been doing this for years since we stopped hanging out. i'm fine." you turn around to continue walking, and make no effort to tell him to stop, so he follows you down the street to the convenience store.

he opens the door before you can, buying you your favourite drink from the fridge before you can reach for it yourself. you widen your eyes at his memory. you assumed he'd forgotten all about you, after all. and as if he can sense your thoughts, childe gently holds your palms in his as you stand awkwardly outside in the parking lot.

"i didn't forget about you, you know." he smiles sheepishly. "even if i act like a dick sometimes."

you look up at him expectantly, eyebrow raised in response. maybe it's because he's still a little drunk or maybe it's because it's 3:30 in the morning, but he figures this is the right time to tell you how he's always felt, even with tears stinging the back of his eyes — and he doesn't know why. "i ... miss hanging out with you, i guess. and it's my fault that i let you go, haha. i'm sorry. i miss you. i'm —

ah, you still remember how to shut him up by squeezing his hands gently when he starts rambling. when he gets insecure. when he looks like he's about to cry, because no matter how much time you spend apart, you'd never want to see him break.

kaeya ; the ex who realises you're happier without him.

there's no denying kaeya alberich isn't the easiest person to get along with or get to know. but it's hard to resist getting tied up in all his fun and games when he's so goddamn attractive.

after your breakup, you realised how much you hated him. hated the way he would lie and pretend things were fine. hated the way he acted like he told you anything, just for you to find out from someone else yet another secret he had been keeping. hated the way it always felt like a game of push and pull, chasing after him even after you were already his. hated how you could never decipher that twinkle in his eyes when you asked him if he truly loved you.

but at the same time, being apart from him from even a day made you realise how much you missed his presence. even if he was so incredibly unbearable. you missed his silky voice, speaking up for you in that authoritative tone of his when you were about to get pushed over once again, because he knew how afraid you were to stand up for yourself. missed his hands that would touch you gingerly, knowing all the right places to land before finally swooping you into a perfect kiss. missed the way you knew him best, you knew just from the way he looked at you, despite all the secrets he refused to spill until the very end.

you think kaeya didn't miss you, not after the way he walked off without looking back that night, glittering eyes turned cold and dull, not even sparing well wishes. he hasn't texted you since, notifications empty since you've changed his contact name ( but for some reason you can't delete his number yet ). it's like he's disappeared from your life, and you think it's because he despises you so much he wants to get you out of his sight.

on the contrary, he removes himself from anything related to you so no one will have to see him break. he can't bear to hear your voice anymore, calling him by his name in a tone full of contempt when previously you would call out a cute pet name with a bright smile on your face. he can't bear to watch you laugh at someone else's jokes or make an exclusive handshake with some other guy, as stupid as it sounds. he hates knowing that you go out with someone else on friday nights now, that you have someone else to go to when you're upset, that someone else is getting to know you possibly better than he ever has, and that's his fault. and he thought it would be better to avoid you, because if he doesn't see all this happening with his own eyes, perhaps he can pretend it wasn't true.

mutual misguided impressions of wanting nothing to do with each other, and of course you tried to get on with life in every way possible. it's safe to say you went through the generic post - breakup glow up revival whatever they called it. you even started talking to someone else. a part of you was upset that kaeya never noticed, but why? was it because you wanted him to see that you were better off, wanted him to feel worse about himself — or was it because deep down inside, you hoped he'd get jealous and try to re - appear in your life once more?

it's at the party when he first sees you. he wasn't expecting to see you here, knowing that you two had gotten used to staying at home on saturdays for date nights instead of going out with other people. it appears things have changed, and he shouldn't really be surprised. he sees the way you giggle, the way you look so fucking good in that outfit ... not that you don't look good in anything, though. he sees how other people take an undeniable interest in you, and he just can't help himself but intervene.

because shit, you're so hard to get over it hurts.

"hey sweetheart, fancy meeting you here." kaeya cringes internally at his own words, knowing you're not some stranger he couldn't care less about. this is YOU, why would he say such a stupid thing, meeting you for the first time after the breakup?

"you know this guy?" the person next to you looks him up and down, but kaeya knows ( due to his big ego, of course ) that there's really nothing terrible that can be said about him — on the outside, at least. so he flashes his widest grin, swinging an arm around your shoulder. before you can speak, he interjects. "yeah. we know each other quite well, wouldn't you say so, darling?"

his overuse of pet names isn't a surprise to you, especially when you can practically smell the scent of alcohol on his breath. it's not uncharacteristic of him, but after months of not speaking or even seeing each other it would be a lie to say you weren't shocked. similarly, kaeya is pleasantly surprised when you nod and plaster on a smile, nodding in consent when he makes a motion to lead you towards the quieter balcony.

kaeya lets his hand trail over your cheekbones, touch so featherlight it makes your heart leap out of your chest. he knows all the ways to break you, so why is he doing everything right now that you aren't his anymore? "hi." he whispers, the expression on his face full of a raw longing. "missed you."

"you're drunk", you reply matter - of - factly. "don't say things you wouldn't say if you were sober." your voice quivers when you speak, and you don't know why ( actually, you do, but you just don't want to admit that you still have feelings for him after all this time ) .

albedo ; the brilliant student who had greater things to achieve.

oh, dear albedo. named after a scientific phenomenon and he follows in its footsteps too. as the two highest achieving students in your year, he's always been your ( friendly ) rival.

albedo may have a one - track mind, consistently focused on his academics and academics only, but he seems to still make time for others. albeit aloof and socially somewhat blunt and inadequate, he is a generous and gentle person — never turning down requests for help and always being able to handle it all whilst still doing incredibly well.

he's a gifted kid and yet he still has other things he's amazing at. painting, for example. everyone always talks of his oil paintings and charcoal sketches but one day you walk into the art room as he's painting watercolour on the balcony and you swear you've never seen something more beautiful. um, the artwork, of course. not albedo, that's for sure, haha. but there's no use denying that he's just breathtakingly gorgeous.

but what truly captivates you about him is how thoughtful he is. always has an extra pen for you, black gel ink in 0.5 thickness just the way you like it in case you lose one or forget it when coming to a lab. he remembers your favourite flower, pink camellias, and it just so happens he grows them on his balcony at home. whenever you have to work on a project together in the mornings ( because of course you're always only each other's partner ), there is always a coffee, ordered perfectly to your preferences sitting on the table along with a new pastry he insists you try.

despite all the good in him, he's so ... unreachable. there seems to be so much to albedo, yet it's impossible for anyone to figure out what exactly is beneath the surface. because he doesn't want to show anyone what that is, and you know that. you know it all too well from the way you've tried to do activities other than academic projects and he always refuses. from the way your text conversations always run dry when you try to change the subject. from the way you only ever see him when you're at school or studying for something important. "i have no time for that," he would say nonchalantly.

and all the while, albedo is yearning to tell you why he feels as if he has to push you away. he's always been told he's too ambitious to be around — he makes people feel bad because he achieves so much more than they do, his busy schedule is too much for them to handle, the lack of quality time he has to spare means getting to know him better isn't worth it at all. albedo wishes he didn't have to watch your face fall when he gives you a small smile instead of a smooth remark like the other boys do, or control himself from hugging you just a few seconds longer when you look upset. if what they say is true, and it seems to be because so many people have repeated the same thing to him his whole life, then he doesn't want to ever put someone as wonderful as you through the inconveniences of being close with someone like him.

you had since graduated high school, let the memory of the genius boy slip from the forefront of your mind. you definitely didn't expect to meet him again four years down the road, accidentally bumping into him on the street on a cool spring day.

oh, he's still as pretty as ever.

a gaze of diamond blue collides with yours and you can't help but get lost in his eyes, his curious, captivating, and yet cautious stare so familiar and foreign at the same time. blond hair falls in front of his face, framing his delicate features perfectly, rosy cheeks flushed from the breeze.

"long time no see." he grins lopsidedly, his smile almost flirtatious in the morning sun. "long time no see," you respond, unable to contain the joy that spreads across your face. "so what are you doing here?" albedo sighs a little, and that's when you notice the pad of watercolour paper under his arm. "oh, i don't know. just finding fulfilling ways to pass the time."

you're taken aback — not due to his attention to detail or inquisitive nature of all that he sees and experiences, but because for once, he's not rushing somewhere or on the way to someplace greater. you swear you see a nostalgic twinkle in his eyes when he finally asks you whether you'd like to join him for the rest of the day. where to? he's not too sure yet either. but it should go perfectly fine with good company, no?

xiao ; the quiet boy at the back of the class who's always had a crush on you.

didn't you realise xiao has always noticed you?

maybe it's because he sits at the back of the class, his eyes glued to the front of the room — not at the whiteboard, no, at the back of your head, most of the time. involuntarily.

xiao tries to focus in class but it's only when you're not at school ( unfortunately ) that he can actually get any decent notes down. he makes sure to send them to you at the end of the day. you always reply with that cute little smiling emoji. it reminds him of how happy you always are compared to him.

or maybe it's because he doesn't talk much, preferring to stay quiet when the rest of the boys are rowdy and talk back to the teacher. when the rest of them go out to parties and try to hook up with some random girls they don't know, he's at home on the couch playing wii or mario kart with his younger siblings. when the rest of them ask him who he likes, he answers with a simple "no one. i'm not interested in people here."

but he knows he's lying to himself, because xiao knows the way butterflies flutter around in his stomach when you flash him a smile from across the room. he knows the way words get stuck in his throat when he wants to ask you a question, and the way his hands shake when he wants to tap you on the shoulder to get your attention. he knows the way his heart races every time you brush against him or accidentally come crashing into his chest in the hallways ( because you're always rushing somewhere for some strange reason he doesn't understand ).

he thinks you never notice him despite all the space you take up in his mind. he's wrong, though — you've always noticed him too, lonely yet beautiful amber eyes that catch your stare every time, gentle touches to manoeuvre you back in the right direction so you won't be late for class, a soft, low voice that asks if you're alright, thoughtful texts updating you about what the teacher said when you're home for one reason or another.

you noticed how he thinks he's sly when he slides a bracelet made of daisies onto your desk, accompanied by a sticky note with a smiley face so uncharacteristic of his cold personality. how he never talks to you in person but can stay up texting you all night. how he pauses his valorant matches for you because you watch him stream and every so often when you respond to his messages, he would let himself die in - game to reply — you swear it isn't on purpose. how he stutters when you interact at school, unable to do anything except nod or shake his head.

god, he's so cute.

so one day you decide to ask him out on a date. in letter form, of course, because no one ever said you were any more bold than he was when it comes to things like love.

it's 7:45 in the morning when you rush into the math classroom, putting a brown paper envelope face down on xiao's desk, sealed with a little sticker shaped in a heart.

it's 8:02 in the morning when xiao walks into class late, drenched from the early rainstorm. someone snickers at the way he shivers and his hair plasters across his forehead. you pointedly give them one of your best death stares.

it's 8:10 in the morning when xiao finally opens the envelope, hiding it behind one of his books. he's thankful you sit in front of him, because heavens forbid you see the way he can't resist a stupid smile when he realises this is you're handwriting, YOU are asking him to meet tonight, it's you, it's always been you.

it's 3:10 in the afternoon when you feel a tap on your shoulder, and you spin around, finally meeting eyes with him for more than five seconds for once. he opens his mouth and then shuts it, fumbling with the envelope in his hand, clearly extremely flustered at the attempted interaction. "hi."

"hey. uh -" he holds up the letter awkwardly. "if this is real, then ... yes."

"it's real!" you proclaim excitedly, probably a little over - the - top due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins. "see you tonight then right?" you smile sweetly and he thinks he'll combust at how inexplicably adorable you look right now. a blush creeps across his cheeks and he hates how he grows even redder when you reach out to hold his trembling hands. "hey ... don't be nervous, okay?"

fuck, you're so thoughtful it makes his heart want to beat out of his chest. "okay." he breathes, secretly wishing he could keep holding your hands for a little longer. "see you tonight."

thoma ; the best friend that watched you fall for someone else.

your best friend has always been one of the prettiest, most gorgeous people you have ever met.

emerald eyes that glitter in the golden sunlight, strawberry blond hair tousled over his constantly - smiling face, cheeks flushed with the excitement of wherever you're going together this time ...

"you're like a brother to me", you've always told him, and he has always been okay with it for as long as he can remember. he doesn't know when it all changed — when he internally grimaced at your platonic words of reference, felt his heart sink whenever you introduced him as your best friend and nothing more. even with all the time you spend together, all the friends who ship you two together and all the precious moments you've shared, he knows that there is a boundary he won't ever dare to cross in fear of changing the wonderful thing you two have fostered.

thoma thinks it's unfair. unfair how you're falling in love with someone who doesn't even love you, someone who has the audacity to lie to your face about how much they care. he thinks it's unfair how you can believe in their pretty deceitful lies and all the sugarcoated bullshit used to lure you into their toxic embrace. he thinks it's unfair how he's been there for you all this time, been so genuine and pure and kind and considerate towards everything YOU. and yet you seem to pay no mind to his efforts and instead have your eyes fixed on someone else.

but at the same time, he can't blame you, because he knows how attractive those others are compared to him. they're good at everything, have lots of friends, go to parties instead of being homebodies, and in general just know how to get you on the edge of your seat — something that a soft, gentle, shy guy like him could never do. he could never fluster you with a one - liner or make you blush at first sight. he's not that kind of person, and he knows it. and when he was still the one you were closest to in life, when you still listened to him and cared about him, he didn't mind so much. but now he's been thrown aside, sometimes he wishes he was someone else.

you've had this conversation far too many times. thoma tells you he's just caring for you out of the goodness of his heart, and you angrily push back, saying you know what's best for you. but there's a little voice of conscience inside that nags at the back of your mind, a constant reminder that you tend to be too blind to see what's in front of you while it's still there. a reminder that you often don't think things through, that since the beginning of time thoma has been there to help you solve problems in a calm way, to get you out of sticky situations, so stand up for you no matter how much he gets shamed or bashed for it. and yet, you still are indignant that you know better.

"this isn't healthy ..." he's tired of receiving your late night calls, not because he doesn't want to hear your voice or talk to you but because it's always on the topic of you stupid ex, one who keeps playing you over and over like a game that's just for entertainment. he's tired of it, hearing your broken cries and begs for his comfort, feeling his own heart shatter at your sobs and wishing he could get to your house faster. even if being harsh with you would be more effective, he could never bring himself to do so, always dampening his own emotions and practicing his patience to simply be the good listening ear he's always been.

you shake your head, opening your mouth to protest. "but —" "but he's just no good for you!" thoma raises his voice to interject for the first time, eyes blurring with unshed tears as you angrily wipe away your own. "why can't you see that?"

"god, why can't you just GET OUT of my personal shit, thoma? do you hate me or something?" as soon as you speak, you realise your mistake. he would never hate you, and it hits you as soon as you lock eyes with the sadness that fills his. "do i make you feel like i hate you?" his voice is quiet and timid, like an animal retracting back into its shell. "i'm really sorry."

regret instantly rushes into every inch and crevice of your soul and it engulfs you whole, arms instinctively reaching out to pull him into a hesitant hug as he sobs silently into your shoulder. "no, i'm sorry," you whisper, running your hand through his hair. "i know you're right. you always have been."

understanding, forgiving eyes meet yours and you wonder why you've never seen your best friend in a different light before. why you've never considered the fact that you feel so safe, so comfortable, so happy and carefree around him — you feel so much better in your own skin. and you know that no matter what you do, he will always be there to catch you when you fall.

Deku, who is now the number one hero and the symbol of peace, who meets the reader, an ex-villain during his at time at U.A,now she's a simple bartender but she remembers him.

"Oh you're Izuku Midoriya"

"Do I know you..?oh you are-"

Kinda awkward because at first you were to each other's neck, now you're serving him and his friends drinks, but that doesn't stop him to ask you out...

recognition flashes across the face of izuku.

"it's you..." he says, staring at you with wide eyes.

"it's me!" you reply with a smile while mixing a drink.

it's been a while since you've seen izuku midoriya. it was high school, and you found yourself caught up in some morally ambiguous organizations. you didn't plan to become a villian, but there you were, being chased down by the up and coming hero, deku.

since then, you've been through some rigorous villain-rehabilitation programs and are finally on the right track, scoring a steady job bartending and this local bar. past you would have never foreseen this.

but what you couldn't foresee was how goddamn good-looking that dorky hero that was chasing you down all those years ago would turn out to be. yet there he was in front of you, freckled skin and gorgeous green eyes that you could lose yourself in if you weren't careful.

"i-it's nice to see you," he says, nervously fidgeting.

it's cute to see that his boyish shyness never left.

"good to see you too... number one hero," you say teasingly, loving the way his skin turns bright red.

he nervously laughs and rubs the back of his neck, unknowingly showing off his drool-worthy arm muscles.

"yeah, i guess things have changed a bit since i last saw you," he says.

"well, last time you saw me, you were tackling me to the ground and handing me over to the police," you say pointedly.

izuku freezes in embarrassment. you start to feel bad for giving him a hard time, and begin to backtrack.

"it was for the best," you say. "after that, i got some help. and now i have this job and things are looking good."

you can see him let out a shaky breath before gently smiling at you. "that's good to hear."

"yep. it seems that every time our paths cross, you're here to change the direction of my life." you raise an eyebrow. "so... deku... what's it going to be this time?"

it’s fluff friday!

querencia.

calling them your husband.

this is part one. the inazuma boys including scaramouche will be written in a separate post.

domestic, fluff, established relationship, crack, made gender neutral to the best of my abilities and definitely a treat to write.

ft. diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, tartaglia, zhongli, xiao, venti, albedo.

✦ diluc ragnvindr.

stares at you like: 😐 then 👀 then 😳

that's basically the sequence of him processing your words. at first he'd stare at you with his 'what' deadpan. you'd almost mistake his look to be something along the lines of "what are you talking about." but then he furrows his brows as if confused.

and then the rest is literally him looking like someone just insulted his existence, the most look of suprise you'd see is a raise of his brows. and that's exactly what he does after the scandalized face.

he'd clear his throat awkwardly. knowing full well there's nothing blocking it, he's trying to do something to dissipate the tension in the air. and no, not the.. bedroom one because his reaction made the silence deafening. and it's giving him second hand embarrassment.

this bitch is a lonely ass man who literally ignores his suitors in favor of pursuing his revenge so... no shit his reaction is akin to a school boy acting like his crush calling him a very close freind.

✦ kaeya alberich.

you know he's gonna play along with you, mumbling about that he wasn't aware you were playing house. oh well. 🤷‍♂️ he'll take the husband role just for you, unless you want him to be the wife of course. 😉

he still acts like the husband even though when the whole calling him the husband thing was like.. a week ago. and purposely makes the mondstadt people's mind go haywire because since when did kaeya fucking alberich get married??

thinks it's amusing to see them get confused and messes their perspective even more by throwing in a few plot twists because who'd pass by free entertainment? plus, it's a bonus to see how gullible the residents are to rumors.

uses the playing as husband even in the tavern and makes diluc's migraine worse about whining about how he and his dear wife/husband got into a pitiful fight and how much he wants to say sorry.

it's almost believable because he's actually spouting some things that actually make sense to fight over, believable until he seems a little bit too happy. 😭

✦ tartaglia.

if you thought kaeya was bad then wait till you see how big childe reacts.. he literally doesn't falter and you could even say that his smile got wider and even more joyful. was that even possible?? he's smiling as if the gods decided to grace him.. it's too binding.

so binding that whatever city he's in.. you're still the boy that I'd pick mondstadt, inazuma, liyue.. the citizens are all flocking out of his way like he's a disease because who wouldn't shit their pants when he looks suspiciously.. happy?!

apparently they don't exactly realize that atleast some of the harbingers are actually functioning human beings with human emotions but it's understandable after how much terror they induced nationwide. 😃

he takes it too seriously tbh, tells you to stay in bed while he cooks in the pink apron. the domestication of this man istg. he's too happy to realize it was a joke and you're far in too deep to escape so goodluck.

writes a letter to his family with messy scribbles of ink clearly full of excitement to even properly straighten the lines. it's funny since he acts like a blushing, squealing man in the letters and there's him irl. 🤺 he's a fucking warlord.

you cannot tell me this bitch doesn't buy you a ring a day later.

✦ zhongli.

please.

out of all the men here he's the most likely to not have a reaction at all, albedo being in close second and kazuha in third. though your boldness does suprise him a bit, a pleasant suprise.

plays along knowingly and doesn't bat an eyelash at your claim, unbothered king. kinda thinks it's normal so he starts treating you as if you were married casually💀. and then the next thing you know you're the proclaimed best couple in liyue omg goals 😍😍 the power this man has.

you have half the mind to tell him that it's a joke but not the heart to do so because how could you ever break his happy smile!?!? he looks so happy and content he's gonna make the ladies and gentlemen swoon over his husband worthy look of love.

randomly starts having thoughts about literal marriage a few days later and literally starts making a venue wtf? one day asks you what your favorite cake is and the following day there's a fucking letter to you thanking you for ordering a cake?!?!? FOR A WEDDING?!?!?

yeah goodluck getting out of this one, if you snap him out of his little phase then you'd get a gloomy zhongli. JUST PLAY ALONG MAKE HIM HAPPYYY

✦ xiao.

unlike diluc xiao goes: 😐... 🤨...

makes no indication that he cares about it and hastily disappears in a flurry of anemo energy before you could see him have a fucking stroke. you're standing there in confusion while he's somewhere on the very top of the inn gripping his polearm so hard like his life depends on it.

yeah, you didn't see him that day anymore. .... and the day after.... and the day after, it does on and on until you either corner him or if you were in danger. can you like not, he's too busy wallowing in embarrassment to do anything.

vents out said embarrassment on poor hilichurls who had the misfortune to be the first thing his gaze lands on. I wonder what's happening. "LAMENT" *hilichurl screaming noises in the backround*

does not know how to react, help him. so for the mean time he's distracting himself until he forgets about it but when he sees a married couple or even you he's back to square one. save hilichurl lives.

unintentionally acts more mean but still AGRESSIVELY caring for you to a more extreme degree. 😇

✦ venti.

...lawl what 😅 hahaha that's funny freindo.

what do you mean ure not kidding? don't you see this?? *points to a ring made of sticks in his finger* MY SPOUSE MADE THAT FOR ME, how dare you flirt into an unnoficial not married yet man?! yeah. he's drunk and whispering so loudly that diluc kicks him out for noise complaint.

but in another reality, where he's not drunk which is uhm 67% likely.

giggles loudly and there's already a crowd forming when he decided to pull out his lyre and pluck a couple of strings to test it out and seemingly formulate a tune for a song that you most definitely speculate to be connected to your previous words.

get out of there before he makes it painfully obvious that the song is inspired by you, people would get the wrong idea if they follow the trail of venti's eyes because why hell is he singing about marriages and domestic fluff?!?!

he tells you in a jocular manner that you'd be the 'man' of the house because he can't pay the bills but he can the the househusband/wife for you. just ples bring him home dandelion wine okay? 😍😋

✦ albedo.

lowkey didn't hear you at first and abnormally had the most slowest reaction timing you've ever seen. because he literally turns his head to you slowly, somewhat resembling a robot and murmurs thoughtfully, blinking. "husband." which would be normal if he didn't say it 10 MINUTES LATER.

be creeped out because he's gonna start staring at you after he finally remembers your words. you could be writing some thing and he's just there like. 👁👁 staring at you with unblinking eyes, lost in thought.

doesn't say anything for the past few days and didn't really had a reaction so you just had a small laugh and would've forgotten about it if he didn't mention it a few days later.

turns out he spent so long pondering about the matter, investigating various topics and creating theories for his questions like the scientist at heart he is. it ranges from: why did that feel nice? why does it have a certain ring to it? what are these feelings? and the iconic hm... interesting.

his questions sounds like something some person put on google for archons sake 😭

sucrose is curious as to why he isn't really the usual focused in experiments and seemingly out of it. she timidly asks after gathering courage as her curiosity overweighed her shyness. the only thing he answered was. "oh. my mind has been occupied over marriage for the past few days, strange."

sucrose: 😰

navigation.

twirls hair. imagine flirting w strict driving instructor diluc, who has had enough with your reckless driving. absolutely sick of you inviting him to peek down your low cut shirt and “accidentally” touching his thigh as you reach for the joystick. just a fake ditzy giggle n oops! it’s so firm i mistook it as the gear shift ~

the way you’re not taking road safety seriously at all and pouting as if you should’ve passed the test without a hitch makes diluc frustrated, even more so when you plead for him to “bend the rules a little” and “not be so uptight.”

it’s really funny to you of course because when he’s releasing his frustration on your throat by fucking it, making tears spring up from your doe eyes, you know he’ll give you the pass and his number. diluc’s a gentleman so surely he’ll regret pounding your throat sore, after all you were too cute slurping with your hair tucked behind your ear, blinking up as if you ask with your gaze, am i doing good?

diluc definitely has a thing for praise hungry brats. (not projecting !!! nope. ps. i passed the exam w 100%, watch me hit you on the roads <3)

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My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

tee i’m here with a headcanon request like you asked! and it is the lil gangster babies falling asleep on you 🥺 you can pick anyone but please include my baby ran! thanks tee love you tons ❤️

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: hanma shuji, sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, haitani ran, akashi haruchiyo

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this was so sweet wtf ily too come here i want to give you a kiss

✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 plops his weight onto you, snickering obnoxiously when you slap his shoulders as the wind gets knocked out of you. but even despite the scowl on your face, instantly your fingers thread through his hair as he sighs, head slotting into your neck while you pull the blanket over his figure. “you were supposed to be home earlier,” you accuse, but your voice holds no malice as you kiss the side of his head, and his eyes slowly shut while you scratch at his scalp. “got caught up,” he yawns, body slowly turning limp as more weight presses onto you. rolling your eyes, you hug him tighter, softly rubbing over his back as he snores lightly. “i hate you, shuji. you’re lucky you’re ugly ass is cute,” you mutter under your breath.

✿ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 cuddles into your chest, pouting as you talk into the phone and don’t give him the attention he craves. “are you done yet?” he whines quietly, poking your cheek. slowly, your fingers weave into his hair and you press an apologetic kiss to his forehead, whispering that you need just a few more minutes against his warm skin. but the gentle threading of his locks turn his eyes heavy, and he clutches onto your shirt as he drifts off with a soft yawn, making your eyes soften as you stare down at him. “sorry, baby,” you chuckle, pulling him closer and cupping his cheek as he sleeps. “was a bit busy. i’ll make up to you when you’re awake,” you murmur, rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone as he leans into your touch even in his slumber.

✿ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 groans, grumbling about his back being sore under his breath as he shifts in bed. chuckling, you lay a hand on his cheek, rubbing it gently as he scowls. “if you hunch over bikes all day, you’re bound to get a sore back,” you grin, giggling at the way he huffs. “well that’s what i get paid to do,” he mutters. pulling him by his arm, you motion at him to roll over on top of you, like you always do, and he follows your lead, giving in and letting you knead out the tenseness in his muscles as he lays sprawled over you. “good thing you have me, huh?” you murmur, and he presses deeper into you with a quietly mumbled “shut up,” eyes closing as he takes in the warmth of your body under him. and as you press a sweet kiss to his forehead, whispering how much you love him, he relishes in being taken care of for a change.

✿ 𝐑𝐀𝐍 grabs your hand and plants it onto his head, glancing up at you expectantly. “aren’t you gonna play with my hair?” he asks innocently, fighting back a grin as you scowl. “you’re heavy,” you insist, and he shrugs, shifting his weight to press into you even further, closing his eyes and yawning. “that’s too bad, i had a miserable day. the worst. this is the only way to fix it,” he mumbles, and even though you roll your eyes and fight the urge to shove him off, you soften at the way he curls into you slightly. pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head, you twist strands of his hair around your fingers, letting him give into the exhaustion from the long day. “you’re insufferable, you know,” you murmur with a smile, and if not for the soft breaths indicating he’s asleep, you know he’d have responded with a jab of his own.

✿ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔 grins as you cup his cheeks, squeezing them as he lays his head on your lap. “did ya miss me, doll?” he murmurs, closing his eyes and sighing while you stroke his cheek gently with your thumb. nodding, you lean down, peppering soft kisses all over his face, making him let out a hearty chuckle. “course i did, haru,” you pout, “been so busy.” grabbing your hand, he laces your fingers together, bringing your intertwined hands up and pressing a chaste kiss to the back of yours. “don’t worry, doll. ‘m all yours now,” he mumbles softly, though his voice trails off as sleep slowly takes over him as he settles into you from the eventful day. “yeah,” you roll your eyes grinning down at him, “all mine, huh?”

JJK | Why They Fell For You

Characters: Getō Suguru, Ryomen Sukuna, Gojō Satoru x gn!reader

Warnings: Suggestive Content, Slight Spoliers?

a/n: not me researching Geto to learn more about his character just to watch 2 yt videos, read through his whole fan wiki and go through Reddit tags just so I can spoil his whole arc for myself ahhhhhhhh crying and throwing up rn

Part 2

GETO

You Contradict Him.

You contradicted Geto in almost everything. Where he was kind and compassionate - you were ruthless and merciless. Where he was cruel and cold-blooded - you were warm and sympathetic. Though the both of you did share a common ideal; to kill those who taint the purity of a benevolent world. You posed as something of a paradox to the disgraced sorcerer, often keeping him on edge as his calculating eyes stayed focused on you. He fell in love with your passion and kindhearted nature, for your strength and perseverance; the man didn’t fail to note the protectiveness you held for his ‘family’ as well. Initially, he wanted to use you for his own gain, he wanted to make your curse power his. But when the time came to challenge you, all he saw was the soft smile adorning your lips as you presented him a dandelion. Geto fell in love with you because you reminded him of himself before he fell to the demise of his ideals, you made him feel humane when others would’ve cursed him for his actions.

SUKUNA

You Wouldn’t Hesitate To Kill Him.

This sadistic Curse King loves the type of lover who would actually just kill him. Whether you can even land any serious injury on him doesn’t matter, it’s the fact that you don’t flinch in fear when he threatens to kill you that makes him go feral - even more so when you challenge him to do so. You’d have to be a rather formidable opponent for Sukuna to acknowledge you, let alone, claim you as his. You’re tactical, cautious, powerful, and fierce - all traits he values. Even when he has his teeth sunk into you, thrusting deeply into your core as he marks and bruises your lush skin, he knows you have a weapon hidden underneath the pillowcase; and if he’s being honest? it only turns him on even more. He’s merciless and possessive - if you ask him, you’re nothing more than a toy. You know better though, you know what it means when he caresses your cheek as you drift off to sleep, you pick up on the protective stance he takes whenever he feels you might be in danger. Of course he knows, you know what it means; after all, he isn’t foolish enough to underestimate your intellect.

GOjŌ

You See Him.

Gojō has a very nonchalant and playful personality, eccentric and flamboyant in all the things he does - yet, somehow, you managed to see through his persona and into the cracks of his character. You saw his arrogance, his apathy towards those he deems weak, his desire for power, and his bloodlust to be the best. You saw it all and you embraced it, you embraced him.  You were an enigma to him, a puzzle he couldn’t seem to solve - it was addicting. Even when he tried to charm you to submission, you would throw it right back; your nimble fingers guiding his chin down to face you, a small smirk on your lips as you pressed your body to his - by the end of it, it was him who was left flustered and yearning. But perhaps what really made him fall in love was the unhinged glint in your eye as you tore the special grade curse before you limb from limb, did he know you could’ve easily killed it in one motion? Of course he did. He acknowledged your smooth and sharp edges just as you did him - the fundamentals. He loved the challenges you posed him, he loved your wittiness, your carefree nature, and your raw power. You made him feel human. Gojo loves you because you love him in his entirety, and not the idea of him.

hq boys when their s/o has a tiny sneeze

— includes atsumu, sakusa, osamu, and kuroo !!

gn! reader │ requested ✓│ genre: fluff

Miya Atsumu

— playful accidents with him were pretty common, but this one was quite messy. 

“well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of your action.”

“mine? this was your fault, Y/n.”

“no, you started it, so obviously it’s your fault, Tsumu,” you argue as you pick up the feathers scattered on the floor, turning your back from him to get things done quickly. so, how did this came to be? well, someone wanted a pillow fight, and a fight was indeed what he got.

as you were finally about to finish up, the hefty amount of the mess you made caught up causing you to sneeze. a lot.

“was that you?”

“yeah,” you answer reluctantly, sniffling as you finally turning to face him again, “is there something wrong?" "are you sure it wasn’t a cat?”

you shook your head.

“okay, fine,” he says, smiling as he coyly, “i guess i’m responsible for this mess, but being that cute wasn’t mine, Y/n.”

“hmm so, what’s the consequence for that?" 

"this.” he holds your face, sweetly placing kisses all over— which made you wonder if you should start sneezing more?  

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secret admirer hcs

childe

not quite the standard type for a secret admirer, that guy.

he won't profess his feelings, but he wouldn't let you keep a distance from him, either.

he wouldn't take a step further to become your lover, yet he also won't settle for anything less than a close friend.

that's why he stuck to you like glue, popping up in the weirdest of timings, and brightly greeting you every time with a gleeful grin, nothing but amicable.

like he wasn't capable of sinking a knife down your back any time he wanted.

though admittedly, his presence was something you greatly appreciated, if you chose to feign ignorance towards his strange job. you did enjoy his company a lot, after all, even if you pretended to be irritated around him.

still, despite your deepening relationship, he intentionally put up a wall between you; one he'd sworn to never cross, nor would he allow you to.

let's do a quick recap, shall we?

he was part of the fatui—even worse, a harbinger—so he's aware he shouldn't get too involved with you.

in fact, he shouldn't be involved at all, but his self-control could only take so much, and he can barely manage to stop himself from reaching out to you at most.

he had attempted, once. giving up on you.

childe constantly reminded himself he had better things to do, more important matters to care about, but then the memory of your blinding smile would creep into his mind, keep himself awake at night, and cause his heart to race, no matter how much he tried to rationalize it.

he knew he shouldn't be swept up by minor feelings. it was purely one-sided, anyway; why was he clinging to it instead of throwing them all away?

he was tartaglia. a harbinger, a threat to the battlefield. his name alone terrified his enemies.

so why?

why did he feel so easily defeated whenever he sees you being happy with someone else?

he shouldn't. he knows he shouldn't. he knew better than that.

but he was in too deep, no longer capable of walking away from you.

he'd rather much keep you close than be out of his reach, even if he knew he couldn't come any more closer.

so he made a compromise.

within certain limitations, he'd allow himself to approach you. if he deemed himself calm enough, and he's sure he can keep his composure around you, he would put on a friendly mask and act the part of a normal friend who didn't harbor any romantic interest for you.

it was a tedious task. he shouldn't have made light of it. concealing his emotions around you was harder than he could've ever imagined.

but he had to. he wouldn't be able to stay with you anymore otherwise.

that's why he forced himself to act indifferent whenever he witnessed men courting you. he wouldn't let himself interfere, no matter how much it bothered him. he wouldn't question the pink dusting your cheeks when you received a thoughtful gift from a suitor. he would congratulate you, tease you for being popular, and fall into a disappointed silence when you fail to pinpoint the hurt in his tone.

he had to remind himself there was no reason to be disappointed. this was what he wanted.

but bits and pieces of the green-eyed monster would emerge in moments of vulnerability. he'd make a biting remark from a slip of the tongue, gaze hardening to a glare, and it'd be too late to take it all back.

yet, kindly so, you decided not to ask him about it.

because that's how you always were. so unselfish and accepting, even for someone like him. even if you tried to hide it with a poorly-veiled show of indifference for him.

(sometimes, he wonders if it was alright to be greedy. if it would be okay if he indulged himself for a short while and take you into his arms. if it would be fine to cup your cheeks and seal your lips into a kiss.)

(but the voice of reason would make its appearance into his head, and the daydream would disappear as quickly as it came.)

(you're so stupid, he'd murmur to himself bitterly.)

and yet he continued pondering over things he shouldn't have been thinking about.

out of curiosity, he wondered what it would take for you to accept a proposal for marriage. expensive jewelry? a handsome visage? an overwhelming amount of mora?

he'd seen numerous men with the following qualities. but why were you not interested in any of them? were your expectations really that high for a husband?

(or did your heart belong to someone already?)

the questions would flood into his head in the most random of times. whether he just laid awake at night, or he was in the middle of collecting debt. his mood would turn sour, and he'd try to shake all of his thoughts away.

how foolish, he'd tell himself once more.

but he could say the same for you. after all, you acted so careless with a fatui harbinger.

no one else would be caught dead chatting with him so casually, slipping in bantering insults without fear of offending him. you'd grasp his hands whenever you felt like it, ignoring the judging eyes of your peers. you would unabashedly pinch his cheeks and throw a fit.

and you were even able to sleep around him so normally, like you didn't know he could stab you in the back as easily as he breathed.

“this isn't the place to sleep, [name],” childe chuckled, surveying your surroundings. you were resting by an unpopular restaurant, exhausted after finishing a job. it was an odd time to eat a meal, so you were wonderfully all alone.

he stretched his arm to tap on your shoulder, making an effort to shake you awake. but he stopped mid-reach, instead opting to sigh and sit beside you, idly admiring your sleeping face.

you were too unguarded.

he dragged his gaze from your parted lips in favor of glancing to the side, fearing he'd do something he'll regret.

still, this was a golden opportunity.

slowly, he peeled off one of his gloves, staring at his bare palm briefly before he brought his fingers to clasp around yours, carefully tracing your skin.

he hummed at the unexpected softness, thumbing the curve of your fingers. cautiously, he locked them together with his own, appreciating how your hand fit perfectly against his.

and then he dropped his head, flushing idiotically. he hastily removed his treacherous hand, pinching himself as punishment. “what the hell am i doing...”

coincidentally, you were asking the same thing—wide awake since the moment he made contact with your body.

you forced yourself to stay silent, pursuing a muted scream. your heart pounded violently against your ribcage, threatening to burst, and you feared childe would hear your heartbeat from how loud it was.

w-what was that...?! you yelled inside your head, cheeks flaring up into a brilliant shade of crimson. as far as you knew, your affections were unrequited.

needless to say, he wasn't so much of a “secret” admirer anymore.