✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。08:00 PM — AL-HAITHAM.

[ STILL THE SAME ] MIYA ATSUMU.

“baby, before ya get mad—”

“atsumu, do i even want to hear it?” you sigh, pinching your nose and exhaling. he pouts, looking at you with curled lips and furrowed brows as you stare back unimpressed. 

atsumu asking you not to get mad is almost always a headache-inducing scheme that probably takes a few years off your life, and you’re not really in the mood to test your mortality for your handful of a husband at the moment. but something tells you he’s not going to drop it any time soon, so you simply sigh before motioning for him to continue. 

“okay, i’m ready,” you say warily, “spit it out before i get a migraine.”

“i…uh, i can’t find ma weddin’ ring,” he says quietly, fiddling with his fingers as he refuses to meet your eyes. you blink, processing his words before they really register.

oh. 

and now that you look closely, there’s almost a slight tremble to his lips, the tiniest wobble that he tries to fight back as he meets your eyes with glossy ones of his own. and suddenly, your heart clenches as you take a step forward and cup his cheek.

“aw, tsum,” you murmur, tracing the soft skin of his cheek with your thumb, reaching to pinch his nose affectionately with your other hand, “that’s okay. we can go find you a new one, a fancier one this time now that we have more—”

“but ‘ts not the same,” he sniffles, pouting at you deeper as he leans his face closer into your hand. 

atsumu proposes to you the night before his first msby game, just a young rookie player with the beginning of a career beneath his feet. he accidentally blurts out please marry me when you squeal over his new jersey, and when you pause, shock clear on your face as you shakily whisper that’s not fair, tsum, he pulls out a ring from his pockets like he’s been waiting for this moment for weeks. 

and he has—he’s young and hasn’t even made a decent earning yet, doesn’t even fully know how his credit score works, still calls his mother to ask how to start the laundry machine, but he knows he wants to marry you like he knows the ball will be ready for his teammates to spike as long as he’s on the court. 

so you kiss him in your dingy little living room, tearfully pulling him close after you whisper yes, and he slides the best diamond he can afford with his carefully earned savings onto your finger. it’s the same ring that he’s been trying to lump together enough money to buy, the one he’s had his heart set on for a while now. and when you blow him a small kiss from the bleachers before his turn to serve the next day, the slight glimmer of the ring catching his eye, he brings you home the most service aces of the game. 

and he’s come a long way since then—a starting setter for a v. league division one team, sponsorship offers left and right, magazine covers as a well-known athlete, an olympic champion. you’ve watched him grow, watched him beam proudly as you move into a larger home, one with fancy windows and hardwood floors, but you watch him stay the same atsumu you fall in love with when you’re just figuring out how the world works and where you fall in it. 

he’s still the same atsumu who snores too loud and hogs the blanket, the same atsumu who can’t cook to save his life but makes you the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had, the same atsumu who wears mismatched socks and never checks his pockets before he puts his pants in the laundry. he’s still the same atsumu who calls his brother a scrub but helps clean the onigiri miya tables during closing hours on his way home from practice, the same atsumu who sometimes gets homesick and misses his mom after he calls her every morning, the same atsumu who never falls asleep without pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispering i love ya no matter how mad you are at each other before bed. 

so you smile, squeeze his cheeks together as he looks at you miserably, pressing scattered kisses across his face like the sun meets your lips with each one. 

“did you check the bathroom counter,” you raise a brow, giggling when his face flushes a light shade of crimson. 

“i might’ve forgotten about that one,” he chuckles sheepishly, “ya might not want ta go in the bedroom for a while—’s a mess in there.”

“you tore up our whole bedroom before checking there?” you roll your eyes, making the pout return from earlier. and he’s still the same atsumu who makes your veins pop and your eyes roll, the same atsumu who’s as stubborn as he is obnoxious, the same atsumu who makes you question your choices at least three times a day—but you think he’s worth it when his eyes meet yours and the breath gets knocked from your lungs. 

“i’ll clean it,” he defends, “ya’ll be able ta eat off the floor when ‘m done in there.”

“we’ll be lucky if we still have a floor anymore when you’re done trying to clean,” you snort, pinching his cheek as he scowls at you. and with a playful roll of his eyes, he plants two warm hands on your waist, familiar and safe as they pull you flush against a sturdy chest. 

miya atsumu, when he kisses you just as sweetly as the first time, as the night he proposes to you, as the day he marries you, as he did last night and the night before that, reminds you just why you said yes all those years ago. 

“don’t be mean,” he grumbles, making you laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck, “if i lose ma ring, ya’ll have no proof ‘m yer husband. what then?”

“then i’ll do this so everyone knows you’re my husband,” you wink cheekily before pressing another kiss to his lips, smiling into them as he melts against you with a soft sigh.

for my love sayu's champagne kisses collab @tahdashii !! sjdsdfh technically it's about a wedding ring instead of an actual wedding but i hope it counts sobsob

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Yk that lava girl fix you made? I thought about how she can cover herself in lava..what if rain and water hurt her?

During fighting a super evil villain with bakugou (they're married) he starts speeding out rain and it injured her badly turning parts of her skin that was touched into sort of obsidian?

✨️these are really good questions that made me think of them for a few days so i could imagine the actual answers~

This is mostly what I took as inspiration for Y/N in this drabble:

Her body elevates in temperature to the point were you can see the lava running through her body, and her hair becomes complete lava, long locks or stings of lava she can use as weapon to capture things or villains (if the villain is something like those monsters of metal–she is not that heartless to burn people alive, even if they are villains).

Because she is basivally lava, the general answer is yes, Y/N can't fight in her lava form when it's raining. It actually hurts when her body transforms into obsidian–which is hard rock. I imagine that she becomes really good at fighting in her normal-human body so when this type of weather comes, she actually doesn't need to use her lava–if it's not for forming some kind of refugee or it's actually useful to help other heroes and civilians. She just stays on the helping civilians and rescue team during that kind of weather.

But I also imagined the first time Bakugou saw Y/N become obsidian because a villain threw water at her. He almost lost it when he heard your painful scream as you suddenly became rock. Like a statue, figure laying on the floor, hugging yourself in fetal position because of the pain. And nothing but simple rock.

He saw red. He went on a rampage, vengeance mode, so ready to tear and break and kill, that Deku and Red Riot had to interfere.

The villain was sent to the hospital, with custody of course. And Dynamight... he fell to his knees by your side, tears streaming down his face, body trembling with adrenaline and pain. You have told him water was your weakness, but he had never imagined it to this point. He didn't know it could kill you. He could have been more conscious, more careful of what villains crossed your path. He could have done so many things. He could–

The rock that surrounds you starts to break, the sound making everyone at the scene gasp as it moves. Bakugou doesn't understand what's happening...until it finally breaks completely and you emerge, taking a deep, long breath, in your normal form.

He watches you with big, wet eyes, almost not believing what he's seeing, as you say, "Fuck! Well that fucking hurt..."

People around start to clap and laugh because you're so... you.

And Bakugou feels... like he can breathe again. Like all that pain he felt seconds ago just dissipates in the air like the smoke that came from the rock breaking and making you born again, like a Phoenix rebirth from its ashes, so beautiful and so majestic.

He looks down and sobs, which immediately alerts the rest of the heroes and they start to pull everybody away from the scene.

"Oh, baby, I'm okay..." your arms surround his neck and he instantly reacts, hugging you back and hidding his face in your chest and neck.

Least to say, that image, Dynamight kneeling on the ground crying, with his wife comforting him, were the talk of the month. And what actually gave him the stop of Number One Pro Hero on the list for almost six months, until Deku beat him again with some other bullshit he did. But at this point, no one is concerned about the spots on that list. Dynamight and Deku go up and down between the first and second place all the time.

That is, until Y/N finally gets her breakthrough and wins first place for almost 5 years in a row.

And Bakugou can't shup up about how awesome his wife is.

[04:53] - KUROO TETSUROU– masterlist

the day tetsurou married you, was undoubtedly the best day of his life, a little scary and very nerve wracking, but a day he’ll never forget.

he’ll never forget waiting for you, anxiously at the alter, fidgeting in his shoes. he’d glance at kenma, his best man, every few seconds, thinking you’d ran away and changed your mind last minute. kenma only looked back at him with an exasperated look on his face. there was no way you’d leave. if there was anything kenma was certain of, it’s the look of adoration and love pooling in your eyes when someone mentions tetsurou, despite your protests of him being an annoying little shit.

he’ll never forget finally hearing the music start and seeing you walk down the aisle, looking like a complete angel, all dressed in white. even through his blurry teary eyes tetsurou could make out the blinding smile on your face and his lips wobbled, thinking about how lucky he was to be given the blessing of marrying you.

he’ll never forget exchanging your vows, being able to stare into your glassy eyes while declaring his love for you to the whole world. he’d promised to be with you no matter what, through thick and thin and in sickness and health. 

the first kiss you’d share with tetsu, as his wife, was something engraved into his brain, playing on repeat. he’d never forget shivering at the feeling of cold metal, pressing against his skin and you held his face, lips locking in a loving embrace. he kisses you with the same amount of passion and ardour now as he did back then.

but looking at the tiny bundle of joy delicately placed in your arms, tetsurou thinks your wedding day has finally met its match. your wedding was magical, but seeing the physical manifestation of your love, sleeping peacefully in your arms, makes him feel even more complete and fulfilled. 

he softly gazes at both of his princesses, pressing kisses to both of your foreheads. seeing his newborn smile in her sleep at his touch and you looking up at him with nothing but love in your eyes, causes his heart to swell and double in size. 

he thinks to himself after you pulling you in for a sweet kiss, that this, the day your daughter was born, seeing you hold her with such tenderness and care, is now, undoubtedly, the best day of his life.   

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may your journey know no bounds...

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HELPING HAIKYUU BOYS WITH THIER INSECURITIES

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#Genre: Fluff, Reverse comfort, slight angst

#Includes: Osamu, Ushijima.

#Warnings: Just going to be talking about body and self image issues/ insecurities.

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OSAMU

Osamu had never really cared too much about how he looked until recently. He was busy, too busy some would say. His days were spent taking care of and managing his restaurant which left little to no time to do anything else, including working out or taking care of himself. Now he wasn’t out of shape by any means but the lack of attention to his body had made him become a little…soft. Once hard muscle and toned limbs morphed into softer and rounder curves that were new to him, it was different and he didn’t know if it was a good different.

He found himself stood in front of a mirror shirtless and just observing his body. His hands ran across the expanse of his softer but still firm chest and now slightly rounded belly that was adorned with a layer of fat. He couldn’t help but compare himself to his twin brother. The plethora of shirtless pictures Atsumu posted reminded Osamu of his past or more so past physique and he couldn’t help but think if he’d look like that if he spent more time taking care of himself.

The feeling of you wrapping your arms around him from behind and resting your cheek against his back broke him out of his daze. “Hey… what were you doing?” You asked softy. He softy shook his head,“nothing, don’t worry about it baby” “talk to me Samu I can tell when there’s something wrong”.

He let out a tired sigh while continuing to look at himself “I… I just don’t know if I like..what I see anymore” you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion and as if Osamu could read your mind he continued, “I don’t look the way I used to anymore, I’m not strong and built and I can’t help but compare myself to Tsumu, wouldn’t you rather be with someone like that?”. You let out a laugh of disbelief, “Tsumu…really babe?” “You know what I mean”. You poked your head from behind his back so he could see your face in the mirror, arms still tightly wound around his front.

“Baby…you may not look like how you used to but that isn’t a bad thing. People change and grow everyday and I’d be surprised if you still looked like that” “but-” “ahh let me finish. Firstly, Tsumu looks like that because it’s his job! Secondly, just because you’re now a little softer - which I love- doesn’t mean you aren’t strong, personally I think you’re stronger” you smirk at him which gets you a chuckle. “Theres that smile! I love you Osamu, no matter what you look like and that’s not going to change. But I’ll support you no matter what and if there’s even a tiny part of you that’s insecure because of what I might think then shut that shit down real quick. You’re so fucking hot and sexy, especially like this. Look at this strong chest and these thick arms that make me feel so safe and loved” you say as you run your hands across his chest and up his arms while littering his back with kisses. You feel him slightly shiver under your touch and turn to face you. He brings his face close you yours and brushes your nose with his “thanks baby, that means a lot, a lot more than you think” “I’m just letting you know the truth” you whisper against his lips.

And while Osamu’s insecurities may have not completely left, your words definitely helped.

USHIJIMA

Ushijima wasn’t one to take peoples negative words into account. He brushed of harsh comments and negative criticisms like it was nothing, especially when it came to him and how he portrayed himself. He knows he doesn’t look as welcoming as his other teammates and he was okay with that, looking friendly and happy wasn’t part of his job description so why would he change anything? He walked around with a stoic face accompanied by monotone expressions without a care.

At this point he’s heard it all. He’s been told to ‘smile more’ or had it explained to him that he looks scary and serious all the time. It never occurred to him that he was unapproachable though, what people deemed his ‘scary’ and ‘stoic’ face was just his…face and he was confused about why he should change that, would people like him more? Come up to him more?

However, the one persons opinion he valued was yours. He never wanted you to think he was scary or unapproachable and hoped you didn’t see him that way and for the most part he believed you didn’t. But there was a small part of his brain that convinced him that you believed what the others thought, that he should smile more. With contrasting personalities it wasn’t hard to believe that, while you happily wore a smile on your face, he stuck out like a sore thumb next to you. A part of him thought you deserved someone more like yourself, someone who looked content as they stood by your side but he refused to let that happen. Because no matter how much he believed you deserved better he wanted that better to be him. He doesn’t want to let you go because he does love you and he is happy when he’s with you even if he can’t show it, so if changing the way he acts means being better, then he’ll do it… for you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked as you glanced up from your phone. Ushijima sat on the opposite end of the couch and wore an expression of…discomfort? You didn’t know it was hard to tell. “Like what?” He got out. “Are you uncomfortable or something? You look like you’re in pain” you chuckled out. You didn’t think your teasing remark would effect him but as you watched his face drop and usual frown return, you thought you may have said the wrong thing. “It’s nothing” he sighed out. “Hey I’m sorry, did I say something wrong? What’s going on love”. You watch as he briefly looks away and then looks at the ground as he mumbles out “I was trying to smile at you”. You squinted your eyes as you drawled out “whyy…?”

“I don’t want you to think that I’m not happy with you because I am and it’s come to my attention that maybe I should start showing you more”

“Who put that idea in your head?” You asked with shock. Since when was your Toshi someone who worried about stuff like this. You didn’t think you gave him any impression that would imply you’re not happy with him or how he acts. You slowly realised that maybe this was a deeper issue than he let on and wanted to reassure him as quickly as possible. You crawled over to his side of the couch and sat in his lap, his hands automatically going to rest on your waist. You gently placed your hands on his cheeks and turned him to meet your eyes “look at me baby. I’ve never thought that, not even once. I don’t need you to smile at me and act happy 24/7 for me to know you like being with me” you say as you move one hand to run through his hair. He softly stokes your sides as he stares intently at you, making sure he doesn’t miss a word. “You wanna know a secret?” You smirk. He briefly nods his head and urges you to continue, “You have tells Mr Wakatoshi, they’re your eyes. I don’t need to see a smile on your face to know you’re happy baby becuse your eyes tell me, and that’s all that matters” you slowly lean in as you whisper your next words “plus I love that I’m the only one that gets to see and experience your rare smiles” and with those words he can’t help himself as he reveals one of those said smiles.

You lean in and place a peck on his lips and lean back, watching as he follows you for more. “Plus I think your ‘serious face’ is hot” you casually mention, He definitely can’t stop the laugh that makes its way out because god does he love you, you always know just what to say. “Yeah? You thinks it’s hot” “Mmh, very” “fuck smiling then” and that get you joining him in his laughter. He quickly realises it was stupid to ever doubt you because of course you’d know he loves you, you know things about him that no one else would be able to figure out in decades.

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Note: So this was new ! Never really written anything like this before so hopefully it’s okay.

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Atsumu × gn!reader; wc: 1.4K; comfort vibezzzz

A/n: I don't exactly love it cuz it ain't funny but sometimes bitches like me need men like miya atsumu to cry because he's so in love w me okay????

"'M just not good at goodbyes!" Atsumu laughs as he wrestles you onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

"What about the day you have to say goodbye to me?" The apartment becomes eerily silent at that, the only sound you can hear is that of the ticking clock and the buzz of the cars on the roads going back to their own homes.

"What..?"

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You had gone to the Miyas' for a family dinner today and as usual, one thing led to another, the dinner turned into a  “you suck more” debate between the twins.

"Did ya know tsumu cried when he had to bury his pet ladybug?" Osamu had rested his elbow on the table, chopsticks pointing towards Atsumu, which their mother responded to with a slap on Osamu’s elbow.

"I was five," Atsumu groaned.

You had been so far successful in stifling your laughter but you let one snort leave and suddenly you were wheezing out the words, “You cried over a ladybug, tsumu?”

“Y’know what, ‘m an empathetic person. Not ma fault ya were brought up a psychopath- ma!” 

“Don’t call yer brother a psychopath, Atsumu.” She scolded him with a surprised tone, “I thought if ya grew up, ya both would’ve developed but no, the only thing ya developed is a new dictionary to insult each other with.” She sighed and got up from the table, collecting the plates.

“Oh, let me help-” You quickly picked up your own plate and took the rest of the plates from her hand. 

“No, ya don’t have ta, ‘s fine, dear.” She smiled as she gently took the plates from your hands and worked her way to the kitchen not before shooting Atsumu and Osamu a look, “ ‘specially not when ma own two sons don’ help their poor ol’ ma.”

You chuckled as Atsumu's eyebrows drew in and he turned around in his chair with a bewildered expression, “Yer the one who doesn’ lemme help in the kitchen! How ‘m I at fault here??”

“Yer too dangerous and clumsy to be allowed in the kitchen, Atsumu”

“Yer too dangerous and clumsy to be allowed in the kitchen, Atsumu” Her voice came back almost as soon as he finished his sentence in sync with Osamu’s.

Atsumu silently flailed his arms, pointing back and forth between them while he looked at you, “Do ya see?? This is what I went through all the time. Ma! Yer the one who made samu like this.”

“Please. Yer just sad ma loves me more.”

Your eyes widened as Atsumu's flailing hands fell down and he glared at Osamu, “Baby? Ya know how I said he’s a psychopath?”

You wholeheartedly believed you should not be taking part in their conversation but damnit, you were curious “Yeah..?”

“Samu was the one who stomped on the ladybug.”

The gasp that left you as you turned towards Osamu in a swift motion with eyes as big as his onigiris must've been phenomenal because Osamu felt as if the judiciary turned against him. 

“Hear me out-”

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“What d’ya mean?” Atsumu whispers as he looks up from your neck, gulping down the fear that is building up in his throat.

You refuse to meet his eyes as you mumble out the next words, “I don’t think I’d be okay if something were to happen to you.”

“Baby, yer scaring me, what do ya mean ‘the day i have to say goodbye to you’?” He’s sitting up now, pulling you up with him and props you on his lap. His hands are loosely wrapped around your waist but he’s pressing his palms right across your lower back, locking you in his embrace and forcing you to face him.

“I’m not dying, don’t worry.” with a chuckle, you try to lighten the mood but you gasp when you look down from the ceiling and into his eyes to find they’re covered in a sheen of tears. 

“Tsumu,” Your hands fly to his face, holding it in your hands firmly, ”hey, I wasn’t being serious, I’m here, I’ll always be here. I’m not leaving.” 

But it’s too late, the words have settled in his brain and it has sprouted new thoughts you never want Atsumu to think. You can see on his face, he’s fighting those thoughts away but he’s losing.

“Yer so mean..” He mumbles in a small, wobbly voice as he buries his face into your chest, his hands previously supporting your back now have fistfuls of your sweater bunched in his hands. This time you wrap your arms around him, one hand stroking his back as you lean your head on top of his and the other hand busies itself in his hair.

He sniffles and you feel the ache within your chest before you feel the tears in your eyes.

“I just.. don’t want you to lose yourself, if something were to happen to me, that’s it.” You speak in what you had assumed is a normal comforting voice but your voice is as wobbly as Atsumu. 

 He bites on your collarbone and states in a hushed voice, “Stop speakin’ like yer dyin’” 

“Tsumu. I-” You sigh as you pull yourself back despite him resisting and you see he’s completely crying with his eyes starting to turn red. Your heart clenches at the sight and you feel horrible. “Tsumu, please don’t cry..”

“How can I not cry when y’just talked like ya were gonna die?” Atsumu huffs and his voice starts breaking as the end of his sentence hits him again.

“Atsumu-”

“And then ya were like, when ya havta say goodbye to me-”

“Tsum-”

“And I just got these horrible flashes of me wakin’ up and ya- and yer not there.” He’s sobbing, eyes frantically looking around as new thoughts invade his peace. 

“Tsumu. This is what I meant” You bring him in another hug and mutter, hugging his shaking form, “No matter what happens, I want you to keep it together, I don’t want you to lose yours-”

“If I lose ya, then a part of me goes with ya, y/n. Why can’t ya understand that?” Your breath hitches at the way your name sounds in his mouth, so vulnerable yet holding so much power over you and he speaks again after taking in a shaky breath, “ ’m never goin’ to be complete without ya. I don’t know how many times I have to say it but i will everytime you need me to— if there’s no you, there is no me. Please don’ say stuff like that ever again..” 

“What if I grow old and die before you?”

“Then there will be two graves dug together.” 

You have no idea what is in the atmosphere but you’re damn sure you’re crying now. However, Atsumu has stabilised, his focus inherently on talking to you.

“D’ya…think about stuff like this often?” He’s hesitant with his words because he knows what he’s asking could just tip you over the edge.

You bite your lip and nod, trying to prevent another sob from leaving you. He mutters a soft oh baby, c’mere and hugs you tighter, moving back on the bed where he lays you down and he lays down next to you.

“I..” Atsumu sighs as he lays your head on a pillow and moves your hair away from your eyes, “I don’t know what to say. ‘m not so great with words but I promise ya. No one, and I mean, no one is takin’ ya away from me. Afterlife be damned, I want you with me in this life, sharing moments like these with you.”

You sniffle and wipe your tears away as you feel the stagnant air between you both settle down again, like sand settles down after it rains and it smells like earth; comforting and strong. You see Atsumu roll over onto his side and rummages in the drawer next to his side of the bed,

“I know this isn’t exactly the right time. This definitely isn't the way I planned for this to go because I was waiting for the right moment but-” You see he grunts as he turns back around, facing you with his hand between your faces and in his hand, sits a velvet box. “But every moment with ya feels special so ya can’t blame me.” 

His hand pops open the box and you can’t breathe, your hands fly to your mouth. Atsumu’s voice and hands are shaking as he takes out the ring from the box, “ I promise to be there for ya forever, and also I have planned somethin’ w sunarin, so pretend to be shocked tomorrow or else I’ll be gettin’ my ass whooped. But L/n Y/n, will ya be there for me forever and marry me?”

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you're the only one that can tame diluc's anger. reader is called 'lady' but other than that no pronouns are mentioned, fluff, diluc being a softie in this, 1.2k wc.

your husband is notorious for being the stoic, level-headed character that he is. unperturbed by all things so long as mondstadt was safe and at peace, and when the city had someone as diligent as diluc protecting it, there was virtually nothing that ever made him falter. as much as you love and adore his rationality and straightforwardness, there was nothing that you hated more than his unwillingness to compromise in an argument.

his bullheadedness caused you to storm out of the manor, trek through the expansive fields of the winery in order to reach mondstadt. there, you calmed yourself down with a quick bite from good hunter before heading to the library because a quick rant to lisa would generally soothe the anger you felt. 

however, your original plans of returning to the winery changed when a book that was recently returned caught your eye. noticing your fleeting glance, the electro-user recommends it, detailing its popularity and captivating storyline.

when lisa feels so passionate about something, how could you not be curious? she rarely gets a sentence out without a yawn nowadays so to hear her speak animatedly about a book is bound to get your attention.

without a second thought, you postpone your plans of returning home and find a comfortable couch to sit on before reading.

you must have spent longer than planned, and a favonius soldier barging through the library doors indicates as such, whose expression so panicked you would have thought there was a hillichurl invasion. he takes a quick scan of the room and relief floods his posture when his eyes land on you.

“lady y/n, you must come with me this instant,” the soldier demands after a quick salute.

“what is the issue?” you ask, undeniably curious.

“master diluc is searching for you and i fear that he is very angry. not even barbara can calm him, some of flora’s flowers have been singed, and he might burn down monstadt next, please come with me before it’s too late!”

you know that the soldier is merely exaggerating because as long as you were in mondstadt, diluc would never dare harm the city. moreover, he would never dare lay a finger on the city he loves, but his anger is nothing to take lightly, and you understand the knight’s fear.

although, you really don’t want to meet your husband.

“fine, i suppose i can classify this matter as urgent,” you sigh. “lisa, could you please let me borrow this book? i’ll return it in two weeks.”

“not a problem dear. better run along now before your husband supposedly burns down the city,” the librarian waves her hand, beckoning you to go, so you do.

the knight leads you to the whereabouts of angel’s share and before you could even turn the corner, you hear a mix of kaeya and diluc’s voices.

“i don’t know where y/n is, which is why i have my knights running around to find-” exclaims the calvary captain, beginning to sound perplexed at his brother’s uncharacteristic display of irrationality and franticness. 

observing the scene, you see your husband right in kaeya’s face and suddenly you understand why the knight who brought you here was so frightened. the air had risen significantly in temperature and if you were a moment too late, he actually might have drawn out his claymore.

his red eyes glance behind the navy-haired to see you and in the blink of an eye, the red-haired pushes past the knights before storming down the street, right towards you. 

“where have you been?” diluc asks, stopping only two feet before you. the deep frown on his face is evident of his displeasure, but the concern swimming in his eyes tell you that you don’t need to be scared.

“i was reading in the library,” you gesture to the book you were holding. “enjoying a peaceful afternoon until i got word that you were creating a ruckus.”

the winery owner visibly relaxes, tension flooding from his shoulders whilst a gloved hand runs through his hair, causing his bangs to fall messily in front of his eyes. “let’s talk about this at home,” he states, tone returning to normal as he takes your book from your hand, his vacant hand finding yours. diluc’s grip is tight and unrelenting, leaving no room for you to slip away as he turns to apologise to the knights of favonius.

then, the two of you leave through the main gates. 

“are you still upset?” your husband asks and you squeeze his hand.

“a little,” you murmur before a small laugh escapes your lips, “but i wish you would have seen how terrified that knight was when he found me. it entertained me quite a bit, guess a thank you is in order for that.”

diluc doesn’t say anything but the guilt dripping from him is practically tangible, pooling around your feet and reminding you of the unpleasant argument you had earlier. as the sun begins to dip below the horizon and the sky turns a calming shade of orange, you realise just how long you spent away from him. no wonder why he was so frantic about finding you. 

“the next time you storm out of the winery, can you at least let me know where you are going?”

you laugh at his proposition, unsure of how to respond but he stops. you’re forced to stop too when his unwavering grip makes you turn and look in the ruby eyes that set ablaze in the gold of the setting sun. diluc’s beauty is truly undeniable, and it’s moment like these that make you feel a little jealous that he was graced with such a gift. 

“i’m serious, y/n, you worried me to end when you didn’t return after three hours. i thought something might have happened to you.” his gaze falls downward with his soft confession. “your safety is the most important thing to me, even when things between us are rocky, because- well, you know…”

your heart tightens and the step you take closer to him is instinctual, letting go of his hand to hold his face instead. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to worry you.”

“no, you have nothing to apologise for, it was my fault for being so unbearable in the first place,” the red-haired shakes his head, his hands finding a home on your waist. “i’m sorry too.”

“i forgive you,” you hover a kiss over his nose, causing it to scrunch at the sensation. when you lean back, the softness in his eyes and smile is unmatched and you’re grateful that you’re the only one with the luxury of seeing him as such. the only person he’s let into his kingdom of concrete walls is you, gifting you a more vulnerable side of him that the rest of the world has not seen in years. 

“i love you,” you murmur and diluc hums, tapping your waist three times in response. “oh but diluc, you must tell me how worried you were over me, i think i deserve to know.” 

the red-haired rolls his eyes before dragging you down the hilly path back home. you are perhaps the only one in mondstadt who could perplex him to no end, but that is just another testament of the love he holds for you. 

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how about shoji, sato, and Tenya on your anniversaary (if u write for them)

what would they do on that day? how clingy are they?

anniversary day with them - mha

genre: fluff, gn reader warnings: none ft: iida, kirishima, bakugo a/n: hiya,, i don't write for the first two (idk how to portray them) but i included iida !! thx for the req <3 i know they all end the same but i want the day to end like that 🤧

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TENYA IIDA ⤷ he has everything planned— he'll try to make it as special as he can. maybe an amusement park, or a restaurant in the higher class, he'd go wherever you want!! he'd be super nervous because he'd want the day to go perfectly, but that anxiety is boiled down to nothing when you assure him that you're having fun. "thank you for this, tenya. i love you so much." he smiles, relieved. "i love you too, y/n."

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO ⤷ with kirishima, it's always an adventure, and there's no exception this time. he'll take you hiking! but if you don't like vigorous activities then he'd settle for a picnic. he took a deep breath and shouted, "I LOVE YOU, Y/N!!!" you laughed and pulled him down, "hey! you idiot, stop that!" you held his face and kissed him briefly, "but i love you too."

BAKUGO KATSUKI ⤷ he doesn't shoot for anything big, you might go outside to eat for an hour or two, then spend the rest of your time at home watching movies together. i'd like to think he'd be extra affectionate, maybe not outright, but in subtle ways. "i love you," he mumbled, his usual angry demeanor nowhere to be found. "i know i don't show it much, but i do. happy anniversary, y/n." you chuckled, "i love you too, 'suki."

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FINDING LOVE LETTERS ON YOUR DESK.

▹ featuring eijirou and denki. happy almost valentine’s <3

it’s all smiles with eijirou until his gaze lands on the neatly folded letter placed on your desk, the corners of his lips falling just in the slightest. his spirits sink when he hears your hushed gasp behind him, scooting past him to pick up the envelope. it’s not long before your friends crowd around you, tittering over the anonymous confession.

the flowers hidden in his bag seem to wither away with each giggle that leaves the cluster surrounding your newfound admirer, the sound of paper ripping open to peer inside like nails on a chalkboard to his ears. and he feels the sudden want to wish for the earth to swallow him while when one of your companions start to read the letter out, whistling and cheers filling the air soon after.

“this was sweet and so thought out,” you begin after a moment, folding the letter back up and placing it inside the envelope, “but i already have a valentine. he’s really special to me, you know. always has been.”

eijirou perks up when your gaze meets his, the crowd parting to let you through while he fishes the beautifully wrapped bouquet out of his bag to present to you. a grin as bright as the sun spreads across his lips when he offers it to you, and this time, the cheers that follow suit only serve to lift his heart up.

the letter is snatched from your desk with the precision of an undercover agent by your beloved boyfriend, brows furrowed in disbelief - and nearly comical offense. denki turns the letter over in search for a name, anything he could place to a face… but to no avail.

he shakes the offending envelope, somehow expressing even more disbelief, and sputters out a, “you got a letter! a letter!”

“are you going to let me read it?” your question makes him snap towards your voice and your laughter is just barely stifled, arms crossed over your chest in amusement.

“no! or— well.” the blond pauses as a influx of embarrassment courses through him, setting the letter back down and averting your gaze with a pout. “it’s meant for you, i guess…”

grinning faintly, your arms move to cup his face, pulling different faces from him until a few giggles manages to slip from him.

“don’t want to,” you declare with finality, smiling when his hands move to rest at your waist. “not when i’ve already got what i wanted for valentine’s day.”

and the smile denki gives you is worth more than any handwritten letter.

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“Y/N is giving free hugs!” [Genshin High School AU]

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, gn!reader

Warnings: Not much, not proofread, taglist not updated

Notes: I know this is such a weird idea but if kissing booths and charity dates exist then….

Personal favourite in this work: ZHONGLI, DAINSLEIF, Thoma, Xiao

Summary: During the school festival, in order to attract more customers to your class’ cafe, the idea of giving free hugs came around. 

His friend had heard about it and came running to him, knowing that he has had the biggest crush on you since forever. “Y/N’s giving free hugs! Here, they’re on a schedule!” his friend shoves the flyer at him and he takes a look at it out of curiosity.

A few other students in your class are on schedule to give free hugs.

Your timeslot was 1:30 to 2:00 

Aether

“Ahaha…” Aether grips the piece of paper and feels as if he started to sweat bullets. He waves his hand and laughs it off. “It’s alright, I don’t really wanna bother them. They must be really busy already,” he concludes and passes the flyer back to Lumine. 

“Aether!” Lumine exclaimed. “There’s gunna be other people lining up for the hugs, you know that right?” She was exasperated, Aether could tell, and the more he thought about it the more he just didn’t want to pass up the opportunity, and so, he was in line by 1:40. 

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