YOU SIT ON THEIR LAP RANDOMLY !

sfw. ft. ayato, childe, kaeya, diluc.

AYATO. he pretends like nothing happened. he acts so naturally when you just sit down on his lap, just puts his arm around your waist, very casually. doesn’t break the conversation, but knows damn well that you are flustered. it makes him feel a bit of satisfaction that your plan backfired, and he flustered you, instead of the opposite <3

CHILDE. he loves it. it doesn’t surprise him at all, almost teases you about it. he just holds you by your hips, and makes you face him, with your legs on either side of his hips. even though it was you who initiated it, it’s him who took control of the situation. he doesn’t let you stand up from there, it’s just way too comfortable for him.

KAEYA. he won’t mind at all. similar to ayato, pays almost no mind to it. oh, but he has to mention that his lap must be your favorite place to sit. his teasing and cheesy way of flirting can never miss out, so you totally expected that reaction from him. you get a neck kiss in return for his lame jokes.

DILUC. he gets flustered. not too much or visible, but his heart definitely starts to beat faster, and his face starts to feel hot. not that you haven’t sat on his lap before, he just… didn’t expect it. especially not where people can see. he tries to act natural, sliding an arm around your waist, but you can feel his slight nervousness.

💋Single Dad Zhongli | A Beautiful Beginning

Warning: None (SFW)

Pairing: Single Dad!Zhongli X Fem!Reader

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

WC: 8.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The beginning of something wonderful and memorable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But, what was he to do with these feelings?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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3 years ago

Can you do selectively mute s/o with Lisa, Eula, and Yae Miko plz n thnxs :]

Her with a Selectively Mute S/O

Characters: Lisa, Eula, Yae Miko x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: Ah I forgot how fun it was to write for this prompt <3 ty for the request

Link to prt. 1 (not related, only if you want more)

• It became a game for Lisa to make you talk at first. She would ask you all different types of questions and even attempt to make you flustered with her charm. Eventually, it was less of a game and more of a weird relationship between you two.

• Lisa was definitely insensitive, she knew better but it was a source of entertainment for her to make others flustered or upset. But seeing as you were never phased she would give up, having you around was nice, however. You never spoke yet you made her feel comfortable.

• Lisa would invite you to the library often to mess with you, she was surprised as you’d show up every time without fail despite her antics. Even when she thought you weren’t listening to her you would show up with no complications.

You walked into the library to silently have lunch with Lisa like always, it had become some sort of unspoken ritual between you two. When she saw you her eyes lit up in excitement, only to squint as she smiled at you endearingly. Her pearly white smile drove you crazy, but you’d never verbally admit it. “You’ve made it today cutie, I thought from yesterday you didn’t hear me,” she spoke.

You walked up to her desk, waiting for her to pack her stuff up so you two could make your way to Good Hunter together. “Say how about you order your food today. I want to hear your voice love, I imagine it’s silky smooth, something I’d expect from a cutie pie like you,” she stood up from her wooden chair, tucking it back into the desk. Her hand on your chest, sliding lower to your abdomen as a flirtatious gesture.

“I’d prefer not to,” you replied without a second thought. You only spoke when you felt necessary, so far with Lisa it hadn’t been until pressured to communicate with others. “I only want to speak to you,” you added for context. Lisa’s hand dropped from your chest, her eyes widened and her head lowered, expressing a deep frown of amazement.

“Say that again,” she enticed you, she regained her composure rather quickly. You shook your head, her drawing her ear closer to your mouth so you could whisper something, anything in it. “No- say it again. I want to hear your voice one more time, that was unsolicited so I wasn’t ready to memorize it. This time I can remember it well.”

You didn’t let out a peep, of course, she was being too greedy. “Listen, now that I know you can talk, you’d better be ready. I’ll get it out of you again one day,” at her old age she knew to be patient to get what she wanted. This was one of those moments.

• Eula was at first frustrated that you wouldn’t talk. That frustration turned into infatuation. and the infatuation developed into protectiveness. She was your guardian angel, especially if anyone tried to make fun of you. She would even get jealous if anyone tried to talk to you.

• Eula liked how you didn’t have any sharp words to offer her upon realizing she was a Lawrence. She remembered revealing it, expecting backlash, but you just blinked at her unphased at the revelation. She would find it easy to let her guard down around you in a comfortable silence.

• Eula became your voice. If you were eating out? She’d order for you, she already knew all of your preferences based on your reactions. If you were asked a question? She’d answer for you, she was convinced she knew best for you because you never talked back.

Eula and you strayed through the alleyways of Mondstadt. It wasn’t until she met you that she truly felt like she belonged, even if you didn’t communicate how others did. It was okay, however, even though it felt as if she were talking to a stone wall 90% of the time, she wouldn’t have it any other way. “What do you want to eat today for lunch? I’m rather starved,” she asked you attentive to your needs.

You didn’t reply, just looking at your feet as they kicked around the cobblestone path. “Silent as always huh? How about Good Hunter? I could use some fisherman’s toast at the moment. Hm… but I’m not really craving it,” she was lost in thought. “You probably dislike how indecisive I am huh?” she asked you feeling incompetent.

“No, I don’t dislike it at all,” you replied in a monotone voice. She stopped in her tracks, you continued not noticing her falling behind you. Did you just speak? She thought. What an exotic experience, to listen to your voice. The more she thought about it the more her lust to hear it again grew inside of her.

“Please repeat what you had said for me,” she asked of you. She did a light jog to catch up to you, her heels clicking against the concrete. You continued to walk, ignoring her pleads. She tried stopping you, walking in front of you, linking to your arms, even pretending to trip to get your attention. “Please? For me?” she asked blinking abnormally fast like a child begging for a toy.

You looked at her nonchalantly, at this moment she realized her efforts were for naught. Of course, she never got what she wanted so easily. “Fine, I’ll do what it takes to listen to your voice again. I just have you know that the day I hear it is the day I’ll strike absolute vengeance upon you,” she folded her arms assertively with a pout. How mean.

• Yae Miko found it fascinating, she had never met such a silent human. She thought it was resourceful to keep you around, you’d follow her commands without hesitation and best of all there were no complaints. At first, she saw you as a tool, but eventually, she grew possessive over your loyalty.

• Miko at first found it awkward that she was the only one talking, thinking it was some facade. Eventually, she drew the conclusion that you were just mute. Whether it was diagnosed or by choice none of it mattered to her. She found it rather adorable, like a little doll.

• It all started when Miko gave you a chore to sweep the main lobby as a joke. Unbeknownst that you actually completed it regardless of her insisting it was fine. She would experiment on you from thereon. Even growing an irrational paranoia that you would one day slip from her fingers without a single word.

Miko nuzzled against your shoulder, breathing in the fresh air that was littered with the scent of sakura petals. You had just completed sweeping the prayer rooms for Miko and dusting all the shelves. “Ah what would I do without you? You’re so obedient,” she looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“I must know, however-,” Miko started to think sentimentally. Recently she had been thinking that you might leave her, a thought she was plagued with. “Would you ever leave me? I mean it’s only natural. I one day gave you an order and you complied, it has been like this since I’ve known you. If someone else barked orders at you, would you follow them too?”

“No- never,” you replied bluntly without hesitation. Her ears twitched, her eyes widened, and her head cocked at an angle in shock. Not at your response, but at your voice. The fact that you even had a voice? She just assumed you lacked vocal cords at some point. But she realized now that she made a mistake drawing that conclusion without any evidence or confirmation from you.

“You can speak?” she asked. her voice wasn’t laced with any pitch like normal, just a flat question of confusion. She eventually regained her composure after realizing she wasn’t going to get a reaction from you. She cleared her throat. “You’re really not going to speak again after revealing that to me? What will it take? I can pay you handsomely,” she tried to bargain.

“I see,” she put her hand to her chin in analysis. “Anyways whether you decide to talk again or not, I am glad to know you’re loyal to me only,” she smiled at your response. Today she had not only been able to hear your voice but was able to clear any intrusive thoughts from her recent overthinking.

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3 years ago

𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑯𝑼𝑹𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼

— Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, Todoroki Toya, Kirishima Eijiro x f!reader

cw. mild suggestive — rbs are appreciated — m.list

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

“Stop it brat” he wrinkles his brow as he pins you against the wall, your wrists in his big hand as he tries to lift you onto his shoulder, “I don’t feel like playing, it’s been a long day.”

“I’m tired, please” he says more softly as he walks into the bedroom, and he really is tired. So tired that he takes his measurements wrong and drops you way too much on the edge of the bed.

You wince as you end up on the floor. His eyes snap open before he flops down beside you himself, “shit, baby” he hisses through clenched teeth bringing one hand behind your back to gently stroke you and the other to your head studding your hair with kisses, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

When he pulls you up this time he’s more careful, he sits on the bed with you in his lap, “you okay, baby?” he asks holding you tight, his chin on your head and he’s so cute when he’s not acting like an angry Pomeranian that you pretend it still hurts just to be cuddled a little more.

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3 years ago

CUDDLING TO SLEEP !

synopsis: cuddling with them to sleep.

characters: albedo, childe, diluc, itto, kaeya

content warnings: fluff + gn!reader

albedo: when he comes home a bit early from his often experimenting with works, you get one of the joyful times of burying your head into his chest for warmth. his aroma is amazing as well.

childe: always before you guys go to bed you force childe to shower immediately because of his often sweating from the fighting / sparring with the traveler. of course when you guys go to bed all he does is cling onto you.

diluc: when he cuddles with you before resting his eyes he always lays his head onto your shoulder burying himself, and he feels like a shoulder heater at times. and the arms around your waist was like a cherry on top.

itto: he is like a teddy bear, something you could hardly sleep without. you basically could use him as an extra bed while he used the real one, and his embraces / hugs were extremely warm and comforting.

kaeya: gosh, cuddling with him is fun. you could bury your head into his chest, or neck or vice versa. he loved being held by you as much as you enjoyed being held by him.

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3 years ago

Ayato boyfriend headcanons;

✰ Characters: Kamisato Ayato/reader.

✰ Words: 1k.

✰ SFW ; slightly sug//gestive, but not much. gn!reader.

Warnings: LE//AKS, speculation here and there, since he isn’t released yet.

A/N: sigh.

Okay, so… Ayato. Ayato Kamisato.

From what I understood from Itto’s voice lines, he’s.. part himbo. Like, yes, i think he’s extremely intelligent, cunning, but also kinda himbo-ish. Like, a smart himbo. Do you get me? Please say yes.

So, i think he loves, LOVES to tease you. He’ll lie on his side on the floor, waving his fan and seemingly do his job more or less. But his attention is divided between actually doing his work and hiding his smirk behind the fan and winking at you.

In this household (aka blog), Kamisato Ayato has long hair. MHY,, don’t disappoint me. Speaking of, in his free time or whenever he’s able to do his work at the Kamisato estate, he has his hair down. He might melt if you play with his hair during that time - either braid it, gently scratch his scalp or plainly brush it. Once he feels your soft hands in his hair, he’ll lean into your touch, let out a small “mmm” sound, and then come back to work. He wants you to know that he appreciates your presence and acknowledges your efforts to relax him.

So, from leaks, he’ll apparently have admiral-like clothes. But i’m the new mihoyo CEO and i shall announce that Kamisato Ayato wears kimonos whenever he doesn’t need to go out. But wait, there’s nothing special about japanese man wearing japanese clothes, right? Well, yes, but this man is too lazy to properly wear it so his ti/ddies are on display. He WILL take advantage of it and call you out if you stare. EVERY time.

“Fufu~ my eyes are up here, angel,” he moves closer to you and whispers to your ear, “it’s quite rude to stare, hmm?” You can feel his lips grazing your ear softly, as well as his hair on your arm; if you look closely, you can see slightly more than just his chest.. but will you dare to answer his question?

His favorite places to kiss you are: your neck and temples. Yes, while i know that the first one is cliche, he just can’t help but wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle into your neck after placing a chaste kiss on it; he does like to leave marks, sometimes more intense or less, but he just wants to show who you belong to. Also, he thinks that Thoma getting startled every time he notices a mark on your neck is funny, so yeah.

Speaking of temple kisses, he’s.. doing that in a very cute way. He gets closer, one hand intertwines with yours, the other cups and caresses your cheek gently while his lips tenderly kiss your temple. Those kinds of kisses usually happen whenever you two greet.

Since he’s the head of shuumatsuban, he’ll always sneak up on you and hug you from behind whenever you least expect it. Ayato comforts you when you jump a little, but his teasing doesn’t stop - “ah, i apologize, my precious. I did not mean to frighten you; did you, perhaps, except someone else?” He chuckles and kisses your hair, leaving you flustered… Again.

He’s the man that’s very, very respected by those who work for/with him, always serious, until he gets his precious free time. Just think about that 780 onikabuto fights with itto. You can not convince me he isn’t a little shiet deep down. At some point, he was so invested in those fights that he even challenged you when itto wasn’t around.

(he won btw. Both you and itto went to the shame corner as your punishment.)

But, BUT! underneath all that teasing is also a man whose heart did not have time to mourn. Since he became the head of the Kamisato family at young age, he had little to no time to properly let his emotions out - thus, he probably has that bad habit of bottling things up until one night he cries into your shoulder like a baby for hours. He grips you tight, tears slip down his wet cheeks from his crystal-blue eyes, until he shakily whispers, “please, don’t leave me.”

Alright, on a happier note - he’s the best person to be around. Meaning, he doesn’t judge you in any way, Ayato is literally the second-best hype man in Inazuma just after Itto. Always tries to give you the best advice, if you need guidance - no need to say it twice. In fact, he’s just happy that he can be here for you and that YOU want to spend YOUR time with him; it never fails to make him smile.

He buys you a TON of gifts every time he leaves for a business trip anywhere. Oh, you’re interested in painting? Look, he just came across this very expensive paint. How could he just ignore it knowing that his little honey bun loves painting? Or, perhaps, you like makeup? Now, you have to forgive him - once he laid his eyes on that eyeshadow palette, he knew he had to buy it. Also, that gorgeous kimono AND bracelet you both could match with? Dear lord. Thoma has more trouble carrying all these gifts to the house than ayato’s luggage…

He’s that kind of person who yells “Shoo, shoo! I’m very busy right now!” but all he does is make out with you.

Man of many talents, one of which includes holding the conversation whenever you don’t feel like talking much or you’re just shy! He never pushes you, instead, he complains how boring his meeting was that day or… Tells you gossip. I mean, being the leader of shuumatsuban certainly has its perks… But on the other hand, he also doesn’t mind if you talk a lot. He’s a great listener as well; encourages you especially when you talk about something you’re passionate about.

Writes you letters. You keep every single one. His handwriting is so, SO pretty if he puts his time into it. But also, there have been letters that were written so beautifully, yet the messages were along the lines of “today, my eyes laid upon a pigeon. It reminded me of you.” In full cursive, each letter written with care.

Ayato never elaborated about that pigeon letter afterwards.

“bruh” ~ ayato

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3 years ago

late night calls! with bakugo

pairing: college au! bakugo katsuki x reader

genre: fluff

a/n: oop ya girl is single now,,,,so she can dream about anime boys all she wishes. sorry for the sparse updates, i just have been feeling very unlike myself :/

you both chose to go to different colleges instead of following one another because you both knew that it wasn't good to just follow one another

so you weren't able to see each other as often as you would like

thus, facetime calls are a lifesaver!

honestly, you don't even have to be talking to one another

just knowing he's on the other side of the line makes you feel connected

sometimes he'll catch you staring at him in admiration and you just look away, acting as if nothing happened

and he just smirks to himself because he can do it with you without you noticing sdfjksf

he hates the usual small talk that people do over the phone

you could never catch him asking "how was your day?" for the sake of just asking

of course, these calls don't happen too often between you two because he always lectures you about the importance of going to sleep early

but when they do,,he is so soft ahhh

you are the only person who has the privilege of meeting soft, sleepy katsu

he's also the one who refuses to hang up??

"okay, if you want me to go to sleep early, then you hang up first, katsu."

"tch."

and just like that, he conveniently forgets the lecture he just gave you

usually the call ends with him snoring lightly on the other side

BUT not before he mumbles a sleepy "i love you"

"what was that?" you tease, smirk evident in your voice

"you heard what i said"

"maybe i just want to hear it again"

and he would only ever let you do him like that

you always say goodnight before hanging up even if he can't hear because you are just so gosh darn in love with this man <3

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fluffshelf

3 years ago

Fatgum x baker!reader

Request: Hello ♡ can you make me some headcanons of fatgum with an baker S/O that is just wholesome and adorable, with the filly dresses and all the kawaii aesthetic but that turns fucking Gordon Ramsey solely when she is on the kitchen? XD dunno why but the sudden change sounds so fun to me - @sally-wonders

This is cute and hilarious. Fatgum is such an underrated baby and I can fully see him falling in live with his favorite chef/baker because he loves food….and reader makes that food….ANYWAYS. Love ya.💖💖💖

warnings: Gordon Ramsey has possessed the reader here so cursing will ensue

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fluffshelf

3 years ago

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.

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3 years ago

JK Characters Reacting to Starboi3 feat. Doja Cat's Song "Dick" [Crack/Smutty Humour]

^In case you've been dwelling under a boulder and haven't heard it

Today we have: Geto, Yuji, Gojo, Maki, Nanami, Megumi

"Come hear, there's this new song I think you'll like!"

JK Characters Reacting To Starboi3 Feat. Doja Cat's Song "Dick" [Crack/Smutty Humour]

Reaction within the first 60s

"This is very bass forward, isn't it...and forward forward."

After listening through

So, ya offerin'? *smirks*

Play it again?

Not really his thing, but you'll observe him tapping his foot to it if it ever comes on the radio (what kind of public broadcast service are you listening to that would play this, Geto??)

Reaction within the first 60s

Is slightly startled and flustered by the explicit nature of it, but gets into the beat, bobbing his head to the rhythm

After listening through

"I like it! Um, I mean the tune mainly!"

Play it again?

He would, but only with headphones in!

Reaction within the first 60s

"Aww shit this my jam! Y/n you're just discovering this? Where have you been!" (He's already heard it before, including a bass boosted one hour loop version)

After listening through

He literally has it all memorized and keeps yelling out "Dick!" with increasing volume and aggression to make you embarrassed in public. But when you just one-up him and shout"R.I.P THAT PUSSY!" louder he laughs and chants the rest of the song with you, earning you two many affronted stares from strangers.

Play it again?

Nabbed your phone and changed his contact to Goja Cat and customised the ringtone to his own terribly rapped version of it. You've never picked up his call so fast, the first time it happened you yelled "SATORU YOU BITCH YOU HAVE NO FLOW." You didn't know you were on speaker. Or that he was in a meeting with Principal Yaga and Gakuganji.

Reaction within the first 60s

Makes a face after the first "Dick!" and her stare at you gets increasingly judgmental with every subsequent one.

After listening through

"I'll admit it's catchy, but I thought you had better taste in music than this y/n."

Play it again?

Secretly has it on her Spotify Work Out mix, but made that playlist private so you don't find out!

Reaction within the first 60s

You see his brows twitch after the first word, but his expression becomes increasingly passive as the song goes on (or it strives to be, at least. You can tell what he's really thinking. It's probably Disdain) Loses the tiniest, tiniest soupçon of respect for you.

After listening through

"Y/n, is this really your type of music?"

"Yea, sometimes!" You flash a grin at him.

"...I see."

"She's a great artiste isn't she?" Nanami clears his throat, taking a moment to carefully contemplate the construction of his response. When he next speaks, it's in the most neutral tone you've ever heard from him (which is saying something, for Nanami.)

"I would have to experience the rest of Ms...Doja Cat was it? Ms Doja's oeuvre before making an assessment on that."

You giggle straight in Nanami's face, "Kento, you can just say you're judging me, y'know."

"I never would, on such a superficial basis," he says firmly, but there's something about the way the corner of his mouth is set that makes you laugh harder.

Play it again?

N e v e r.

Not if Nanami has an option anyway - but maybe he'll learn some fresh appreciation for it.You're blasting it in his kitchen one night when he told you he'd be back late so the house would feel less empty. You don't hear him unlock the front door, or his hurried footsteps as he pads over to tell you to turn it down for crying out loud, what if the neighbours hear? But then he's halted in his tracks at the entrance, mesmerised by the sway of your hips as you groove to the beat, elbows flecked with suds as you do the dishes, completely oblivious.

And hey, if he discovers this newfound appreciation for the song while you just so happened to be wearing your snuggest pair of booty shorts, well that's simply a coincidence, right?

You're only alerted to his presence midway through belting Doja Cat's verse when you're started by a strangled, swallowed sound he made. Whipping around, your face is already scarlet before you register Nanami's smirk, or how he's sauntering over to you with slow, deliberate steps. He pins you first with his gaze, then his hands, caging you in with your hips pressed against the sink, while he rubs small circles against your skin, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of those skimpy shorts.

Before you can sputter an excuse or apology, Nanami grips your chin between thumb and forefinger and mutters the most unexpected command ever: "Alexa, play Freak by Doja Cat." So, Nanami had gotten around to the rest of her repertoire after all

Reaction within the first 60s

Stiffens after hearing the first word, looking puzzled. He must have misheard - did the singer really just say - oh, they did, yep. And now they were repeating it...a lot. You can't help the grin as you watch the tips of Megumi's ears tinge pink, just as you'd predicted (or hoped). He doesn't even finish the song and tugs out the earbuds before the second chorus, but you insist and force him to listen to the rest of it, much to Megumi's chagrin.

After listening through

"Y/n, why did you think I would enjoy this song?" "Eh? What do you mean? You're a red-blooded guy who's sexually active-" "Y/n! L-let's listen to something else, please."

Play it again?

I-it's not his fault, he swears. It just keeps appearing in his Tiktok feed and now it's stuck in his head. And only cause Nobara keeps sending him those dumb videos so his algorithm's messed up ok?It's not like he would include it in any of his playlists...right?

[Sexual themes beneath the cut]

The two of you are having a heavier than normal make out session in his dorm, Megumi's top already ridden up more than halfway above his abs. Your hand drifts over the denim of his tightened jeans, searching for the zipper and Megumi bucks reflexively into the warmth of your palm, earning you a breathy moan. Between your combined pants and the rustle of his sheets, you can barely pick up anything coming over the speakers from the Let's Make This Night Last Forever Spotify mix that you curated together.

But then you hear a very distinct, familiar electronic twang and drum beat, followed by the singer shouting well, the thing your fingers had been questing for. It's obvious Megumi recognises it too by how he freezes up and absolutely refuses to meet your quizzical gaze.

"I didn't put this on the playlist," you giggle.

"I-I didn't add it either!" Megumi mutters, a shade too defensively.

"Hmm, you sure?" You hum, your hand resuming its original intentions.

Megumi groans, stuttering. "I s-swear, I don't remember..."

You apply a little more pressure to what was conveniently the subject of the song, massaging Megumi through the material of his clothes. "So which is it, darling," you purr, "You added it, and forgot you did?"

"N-nngh, y/n, baby - it's embarrassing, let's just ch-change it-"

"Not a chance," you smirk, pulling your prize out of your boyfriend's pants. You slither to your knees and elbows; time to find out what all the fuss and inspiration behind this song was about.

"Hey 'Gumi," you whisper sweetly, glancing up at him from where your head is nestled between his thighs.

"Y-yeah?" he answers shakily, you feel the tremors in his fingers as they card through your hair, gathering it in a loose ponytail.

"About those Tiktoks which use this song...you're familiar with that one challenge, right?"

The full flush racing down Megumi's neck (and much lower, as you'll later discover) tells you everything you need to know. But it's really the way his eyes darken and smolder, together with the fist tightening against your scalp, that indicates Megumi's more than game to nail you this challenge.

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