Hi Could I Request Something For Diluc, Xiao, And Maybe Zhongli With An Adhd S/o? If You're Not Comfy

happy mother’s day to that mom who sold y/n to one direction

pushing my catboy xiao agenda

okay but imagine FIXING Xiao's smudged eyeliner

"let me help you." You chuckle, ushering him to the small stool after getting a kick out of watching him try to apply the red lines under his eyes.

Begrudgingly, he complies and, as you stand between his legs, lift his chin so his face is illuminated by the sunlight, he takes notice of you. Hes done it numerous times but watching you, feeling your hand underneath his neck and knowing you will always touch him with kindness makes his agitation ease.

Your so close, your lips slightly part as you focus and, carefully, you draw the brush underneath his eyes. The cold liquid makes him feel alive, and the heat from your proximity makes him feel safe.

"There, much better." You stand up straight and press your fists into your hips. With a nod, you walk away to return the makeup to it's proper place while he watches you intently.

You find that he asks you to help him again and again, and with each time, you get a bit closer.

Diluc on a horse 🏇

xiao whenever he uses his idle dialogue

Ilysm, just gotta start there. Have you ever considered insecure Bakugou? Kid grew up being the strongest and the best and now he's around equals he's low key scared he's not good enough. Got the biggest praise kink with his SO, tell him how much you liked watching his fight, how good he feels, how you want to kiss and lick at his tiddies and he's just gone. 🖤🧡🖤💥

So Bakugou unashamedly thinks he’s the best at everything, and even if he doesn’t think he’s the best at something he’ll still give his all regardless because Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t half ass anything.

It’s the times where he tries his hardest and fails when he feels most insecure. It inflates his ego to no end to hear praise from you. Whether it’s just you telling him what a good job he did at something or telling him he looks good today. He’ll usually brush it off with a “piss off” or “whatever, dumbass.” But really, those little comments from you can make his entire day, his heart beating fast.

The times when you’re alone together it’s a lot different. Bakugou accepts your compliments with less of a fight. Gentle caresses, fingers brushing his hair out of his eyes as you lean up to give him a sultry kiss. “You were so amazing today, Katsuki. So powerful.” You whisper against his lips and he’s gone, hands gripping your hips tight as he smashes his lips down on yours harder, fingers digging into your supple skin, sure to leave marks.

“Damn right I’m the best, Baby.” He says it in the hopes you’ll continue to compliment him. Stroking his ego further.

“I love when you wear this, you look so sexy.” Your fingers brushing against the tight material of his muscle shirt, running your fingers over his pecs. You can feel his nipples pebbling under the thin material, squeezing his pecs gently as you begin to kiss down his neck. Bakugou can’t help but smirk down at you, puffing out his chest slightly as you continue to rub your hands along it.

When Bakugou is jealous you’re in for a wild ride, he has no qualms about stepping in between you and a potential competitor, swearing at them with palms sparking as he drags you away. “Fucking pathetic extra-” Bakugou gets really annoyed with himself internally over his jealousy sometimes, regretting reacting so harshly and dragging you away, letting his temper get the better of him. Worried you’re going to get sick of his attitude and dump him, completely unaware that his behaviour is a huge turn on. Your words instantly reassuring him, making him feel better. “I don’t want anyone else, I only want you.”

Sometimes you don’t even make it as far as his/your room. Instead he tugs you into an empty classroom or quiet alley/hallway. Slamming you against the wall as he lowers his face to your own, “Do I have to remind you who the fuck you belong to?”

“No, Katsuki. I’m all yours.” Hearing those words give an even bigger stroke to his ego, his hands moving along your curves before they rest on your ass, bringing you closer to him.

“No one could make you feel like I make you feel,” Bakugou growls into your ear, slipping his fingers under your skirt to brush against your clothed slit.

“There’s no one better than you, ‘Suki.” Your words sending a pulsing heat straight to his cock.

Bucci gang hc with a female team member that's always tired and sleeping but has lightning fast reflexes? Like, she's always tired and sluggish but she always manages to survive and complete missions. Every. Single. Dang. Time.

Didn't write dialogue for Abba because his HC was so long already.

Bucci gang w/ a chronically tired S/O HC

Bucciarati

The least worried of the group, but still somewhat concerned.

He knew what you were capable of. He took you in after seeing the extent of your abilities. It didn't matter what the gang thought of you at first, they would eventually understand, was what he told you.

He's never seen someone so physically drained in his life and he'd love to believe that you may have a clinical condition that explains it.

Gets so frustrated when you don't listen to him during briefings and go to do your things on your own in missions.

It's so dangerous and he gets so scared. Even if you always succeed, sometimes without a single scratch, he still can't help but worry.

He stomps to you and when you think he's going to yell at you or slap you for being so reckless, he instead takes you in his arms, relieved.

"It's only a matter of time until something happens to you... God you scare me..."

Otherwise, he has no problems letting you lean onto him when you're feeling spent, or want to nap on him in the car.

Abbachio

Really? That was the new member Bucciarati trusted and brought in?

He was so pissed and frustrated whenever you laid halfway onto the table during meetings, or dozed off when someone reported for duty.

You were so lazy, undisciplined and churlish he couldn't stand it at times.

Some people, like him, worked their ASSES off to get to where they were, and you were just hunched over and drooling?

He was okay with a member feeling a bit sick or tired occasionally, especially if it was Bruno who overworked, but you were just too much!

He constantly slaps you to wake you up or get your attention and scolds you for it.

The way you handled the missions with such endeavour and skill was so contradictory to your usual slow attitude, he was so surprised.

To be honest he's terrified. How could someone be so two-faced?

But now he finally understood why you had been taken here by Bucciarati. You were indeed a valuable addition to the team, he had to recognize it.

It takes time for him to actually trust you and make sure you won't betray them, but he's still very admirative.

Giorno

He wouldn't show it but he was a bit worried. About the gang but mostly about you.

He guessed that you had some vitamin defficiency or anemia maybe? That would explain it, but he was no doctor.

He likes to believe that you're not just plain lazy and careless. If Bucciarati took you in, it was for a reason, he wanted to trust you.

And he was absolutely right.

He had been stuck, alone and in the verge of death on one dreadful mission. Nobody was there, and he couldn't call out for help.

He had used Golden Experience as a desperate last resort to call for one of the members, but he had no hope of anyone coming just in time to save him.

He was beyond shocked when, barely a few minutes after his call, you bursted through the place at lightspeed and took him away, not letting anyone even find you as you brought him to safety.

How did you come in so fast? Where were all the enemies? Did you... take them out all by yourself?

"Thank you, Y/N... I... I owe you my life..."

Otherwise, he puts a bunch of flowers and leaves on your hair when you nap.

Mista

He was pretty laid-back and lazy himself sometimes too. When he sees you chilling, sleeping, looking all jaded he just chuckles and join you in.

When you join the gang at first, he doesn't doubt that you could be a great spy, or a healer, maybe you could spot enemies like Narancia?

Surely he was NOT prepared for what kind of abilities you truly hid behind your tired and deviant facade.

The way you were fighting and the speed and clarity in your movements, he couldn't even catch everything with his two eyes.

The pistols had called for you, as Mista was in a dire situation and surely enough, you were there mere minutes after. He wondered if you had teleporting abilities or if your Stand gave you some kind of hyper speed. Turns out, you were just that fast.

You told him to hang in there and took his gun to finish off the enemies. Taking them one by one.

Your tone and the energy you had in your voice sent electricity down his spine. You were so... Different than what you has used him to.

You patch him up with expertise and he can't help but stare at you like you were a Godly revelation.

"Not gonna lie Y/N, that was kinda hot..."

Narancia

Pranks you all day. And I mean ALL DAY.

There's a recurring joke about how you're going to be the first one to die because of how lazy you are and how you're probably gonna fall asleep mid-fight.

Bucciarati does not like those jokes, at all.

Takes great pleasure in waking you up in the loudest and most obnoxious way possible just to see you flinch and panick.

"Giorno, put a centipede in Y/N's ear. Come on it's gonna be fun!"

How do you manage to sleep with him, Mista and Fugo fooling around next to you all the time, that was a grand mystery.

He brings you pizza, claiming 'you need vitamins'. Because everyone knows pizza have the perfect amounts of nutrients...

He's so impressed and admirative of you when you absolutely kill it during missions. It's like you're a completely different person, he doesn't recognize you.

He's your number 1 fanboy, please sign him an autograph because wow, you're so incredible he can't believe you're real.

It's incredibly funny how you immediately start to yawn and sleep in the car right after the Tom Cruise stunts you just pulled 5 minutes ago.

Fugo

He thinks you're just lazy and he doesn't feel comfortable with you here at first.

Like Abbachio, he wonders what went on Bucciarati's mind to even recruit somebody like you?

But at the same time he's very curious. Did you have some kind of strange disorder he's never heard of?

Every time he saw you, you were either sleeping, slumped over, or just plain out of it.

Are you doing this on purpose to mess with him or piss him off? Because if you are, it's working.

He forces coffee, orange juice, soda, anything down your throat to keep you awake and focused on missions, and when you refuse, he starts biting his nails.

"You better stay focused on this one I swear to God...!"

He's so scared and anxious you're gonna fuck it all up and get someone, or worse even, yourself killed just because you're a careless slug.

When he sees how operational and strong you were and how incredibly fast you acted during missions, his view on you does a complete 180.

In the end, your down-toned presence was very cooling for his angry soul, and he couldn't afford to lose you so stupidly and easily...

Trish

The first time she saw you she wasn't too surprised to see you napping and being a bit slow.

You were in the mafia after all, not necessarily the calmest and chillest occupation. It was okay to feel sleepy once in a while... Or all the time.

She even believed that you weren't just tired physically, but rather maybe you were tired of them.

And honestly? She relates.

But when one day on a mission you went from dragging your feet slowly like a drunkard to swiftly grabbing her, lifting her in your arms like she weighted nothing and running like a freaking cheetah a second after hearing gunshots, she was FLABBERGASTED.

First of all, WHAT? Second of all, HOW? She is so shaken and her eyes couldn't possibly get any wider. You went from 0 to 100 REAL FAST.

She's even wondering if that's really you holding her right now or if you have been possessed or something.

When you show her a characteristic tired smirk as you run, all her doubts are wiped and she's so charmed and impressed, you litterally and figuratively sweeped her off her feet.

"You... You're amazing Y/N..."

Diluc x Chaotic! Baker! Reader

"What're you doing?"

"Mind your fucking business, fire pubes!"

Diluc had awoken late into the night to hear banging all the way from the kitchen. It was so late that all of the maids had retired to bed. So why were you up? In the kitchen with a bunch if pots?

"It's sad boi hours!"

Ah, that's why. Diluc is no stranger to your late-night intrusive thoughts, but coming to the kitchen to bake is new.

"And so you're making a cake?" He asked, crossing his arms and gazing at the mess of batter, eggs, mixing spoons, and bowls.

"It's better than jumping off a cliff, isn't it?" You retorted. Lack of sleep and frenzied emotions making you a bit more snappy than your usual self.

"I can't say eating away your feelings is a good idea either, but it is a significant step up," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair, freed from its usual ponytail. "Well, do you want some help? Or perhaps some company?"

"Yes."

Diluc hummed, a slight smile as he made his way over behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while you mixed the cake batter. He knew you would talk about what was bothering you when you were ready. Sometimes you didn't talk about it at all. He didn't care as long as you never hurt yourself and did the correct things to make yourself feel better.

"It's like a reward," you mumbled. "I work through things and I get a treat."

"And cupcakes is your treat for today?" Diluc questioned, eyeing the bake pan already prepped with liners.

"Black cupcakes," you corrected, adding food dye. "It's like I'm eating my bad thoughts, making sure that they don't hurt me anymore."

"Well, that's actually a lovely way of putting it." He buried his face into the crook of your neck, drowsiness starting to take hold of him once again.

"Why don't you go back to bed," you tempted, feeling bad for waking him up.

"Don't want to," he mumbled, starting to sway your bodied to a silent rythm. "I like you too much to just go to bed alone."

Wow, being tired sure did bring out a softer side of Diluc. You unwrapped his arms from your waist to put the newly poured cupcakes into the oven, taking the previous batch out.

"Say," you started, turning towards the man of your dreams, seeing him watch you while he leaned against the counter. "I sure have made a lot of cupcakes... Do you think you'd be willing to give them away at Angel's Share?"

Diluc smiled softly, "Sure. If there's one thing drunks enjoy other than alcohol, it's food."

The rest of the baking seemed to go by quickly. Once Diluc came in, you stopped mixing batter, so once your final batch came out of the oven, you put them to the side and turned off the appliance.

"I'll decorate them in the morning," you announce, wiping your hands on a towel. "I've kept us both up for too long."

You took Diluc's hand, turning off the light, leading him out of the kitchen, and back up to your room. Snuggling back under the covers, you got comfy up against your lover, looking up at his eyes.

"Do you feel better?" He asked softly, stroking your cheek with his fingers.

"Yea," you smiled. "I might bake more often, not just to distract myself. It's really fun."

"And messy," he teased, scrunching up his nose with a silly smile.

"So I'm not the cleanest. You still love me."

"I do, very much so."

He leaned in and placed a gentle peck against your lips. You two then hunkered down once more for the night.

The next day, while tired from your late-night escapade, fulfilled your promise of decorating your cupcakes, while Diluc fulfilled his own by taking your creations to his tavern, leaving some for you and the help. Many of his patrons were overjoyed at the baked goods and even more excited at the fact that they were free. When asked why, he simply said they were a gift to his customers from his partner.

After that, you got more into baking and started doing it as a hobby. Eventually with how often and how much you made each time, Diluc suggested partnering with him, selling your goods at his tavern or even opening up a small kiosk in the city. In the end you turned that idea down, saying that you enjoy making people full and happy, their smiles more than enough payment. Of course, Diluc rolled his eyes at that, but didn't pressure you to sell anything.

Totally not at all inspired by the fact that i baked cupcakes at 1 am because of sad boi hours

And no they weren't good

But god what i wouldnt give to be a little bakery bitch with a wine tycoon for a boyfriend

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