Sing Me Melodies.

just some dabi fluff for a friend<3

WARNINGS: fluff - gn!reader - 300 words

Dabi opened the door to your shared bedroom quietly. It was late at night and he had just came back from a mission, not wanting to wake you up, knowing you would probably be asleep by now.

What he didn’t know was that you were wide awake, unable to fall asleep until he walked into the bedroom and saw you in his hoodie with a blanket wrapped around you lazily.

“Hey, why are you up?” He asked in a soft tone and you just shrugged a bit. “I’m just up-” You mumbled, looking at him as he sat down next to you, leaning against him almost immediately.

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You really didn’t think you could love Shinichiro more than you already did.

None of you both had ever been big fans of love. Not even in an edgy love-isn’t-real way, but love simply didn’t matter that much, nor it was something you both went out looking for in life.

Even after a year and a half of being together, you still couldn’t tell much difference from when you were “just friends”, apart from the kissing.

But whenever you got to catch a glimpse of Shinichiro around his younger brother and his friends, something in you could feel it.

“Oi, Mikey, who even let y’all in here, huh? Shouldn’t you be at school?”, Shin’s voice echoed in the garage, and you giggled, sat on the motorbike he was cleaning.

He wiped his hands with a towel, the cloth now dirty with oil, and he rubbed his forehead with the back of his wrist, eyes fixed on his brother and two of his friends. They looked at you, sweet smiles on their faces, but eyes colored with mischief.

You shrugged when your boyfriend turned to look at you, a playful grin plastered on his features.

“Don’t look at me like that, it wasn’t me!”, you defended yourself, but shoot the kids a wink.

A yelp left your throat when you felt Shin’s hands wrap around your wrists, pulling you to his dirty body, wrapping his arms around your waist and he laughed.

“Leave her alone, pervert”, his younger brother spoke, holding back his laughter as your boyfriend let go of you to give him an offended look.

“Yeah, she’s waaayyy too pretty for you, Shinichiro”, Keisuke said, and you laughed, but were fast to take the dirty cloth from Shin’s hand before he threw it to the kid.

“Baji’s right, we hope you know you could do better, Y/n”, it was a surprise to see Draken join, but it didn’t disappoint, and you laughed again at Shin’s shocked expression.

He walked over to the three kids, messing Mikey and Baji’s hair with his hands, and lightly tapping Draken’s forehead as he clicked his tongue.

The boys laughed as he explained to them how, ‘as literal babies with zero girlfriends in total, they were in no place to comment on his relationship, but he would gladly give them advice if they ever needed it’

The kids rolled their eyes, hiding their blushed cheeks when the older boy pointed out how they were only being little bitches to him because they were jealous because of how beautiful you were, and how they all liked you so much, before giving you a fast goodbye and running out of the garage.

“Those kids, I swear…”, he started speaking as he turned back to you, rolling his eyes with a grin in his lips. He always had that look on his eyes when they were around, like he wanted to make them laugh, to take care of them, “So young and so fucking annoy— mhpm!”.

You cut him off with a kiss, to which he answered by wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close.

“What was that for, doll..? You’ve got your pretty face all dirty with oil now, dumm—”.

“You’ll be a great dad one day, Shin”, you said, and he closed his mouth, looking at you with gentle eyes and a playful grin, “We’ll be the best parents to ever walk Earth, right?”.

“I promise you we will”.

HAIKYUU AND SUBTLE FORMS OF PDA

+ a/n : sorry I’m in bit of a slump :// can feel my writing get progressively worse so take wtv this is ig.

⸗ kisses your forehead subconsciously.

it's more of a built-in reflex than a habit at this point, pulling you towards him by your arm, a quick peck landing on your head. it's the smallest of moments, yet so intimate— every time his lips touch your skin, you feel your heart skip a beat.

—iwaizumi, mattsun, daichi, ushijima, osamu, semi, akaashi, meian, aone, konoha, hirugami

⸗ keeps a hand firmly on your thigh.

whether you're sitting in his car, at the dining table for lunch, or in class, eyes fixated on your books— his palm rests on your lower thigh, occasionally squeezing it softly. it's a subtle gesture, but is how you communicate that you're always there by the other's side.

—sakusa, kita, daichi, kageyama, atsumu, kuroo, yaku, ukai jr., kyōtani, washio

⸗ links your pinkies together tightly.

his little finger is quick to find yours, wrapping around it securely— even if you aren't holding hands, they're always brushing against each-other. it's hardly noticeable, but c'mon, he can't keep his hands off—and neither can you.

—oikawa, kenma, nishinoya, yamaguchi, tendou, sugawara, lev, inouka, koganegawa, goshiki

⸗ rubs his cheeks against yours.

well, no, he’s not a cat, but nothing compares to the warmth of your face against his. he relishes the feeling of your soft skin touching his rougher face— so much so that it’s become a greeting of sorts whenever he sees you.

—kunimi, suna, asahi, bokuto, hinata, makki, komori, aran, akiteru, kindaichi, koganegawa, goshiki

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characters : sanzu haruchiyo; imaushi wakasa; haitani ran; mitsuya takashi; hanemiya kazutora; sano shinichiro x gn!reader genre : slight angst if you squint; slightly suggestive in mitsuya's and kazutora's parts; fluffy fluffy fluffy warnings : none a/n : haikyuu version | hello :D i'm back from the ded yayayay don't worry i'm slowly working on my requests as well, pls be patient with me sobsobsob (not proofread bc yes) hope you enjoy my loves <3

SANZU pouted at you as you took away his bottle of pills, whining loudly at the glare you sent his way when he tried to get up from the couch he was laying on to get his treasured drugs back. “you’ve had enough, haruchiyo,” you scolded, putting the small bottle on top of the coffee table and sending a warning look to your boyfriend as a way to remind him that he cannot touch it.

before he could think of a scheme to get it back, you nestled into his arms, his body trapped under yours as you comfortably laid on him, nuzzling his neck and peppering his skin with small kisses while muttering about how he’ll start seeing sounds and hearing colors if he kept it up. you earned a low chuckle, sanzu’s hands finding your hair to play with it. you stayed in a comfortable silence, basking in each other’s warmth and touches. your eyes felt heavy, breath evening and limbs relaxing at the tender attention you were receiving. you felt sanzu kiss the top of your head softly, one hand stroking your back while the other caressed your hair, pulling your face slightly closer to the crook of his neck.

“i’m sorry i’m like this,” he whispered lowly against your hair, voice strained by the wave of emotions that suddenly crashed onto him when he realized how tired you probably were from his behavior, how the idea of leaving him behind has probably crossed your mind more than once and he wouldn’t even try stopping you because he knew, he was aware that he was too mu- “haru, baby, don’t say that,” you murmured, sensing his distress, “don’t apologize for the way you are,” and sanzu hated how understanding and loving you were towards him even when he was convinced he didn’t deserve any of this. yet you still found a way to make him believe that he mattered, and he hated how any word you would say, he would believe in.

you heard a sniffle and felt damp cheeks pressed to your head. raising up slightly, you wiped his tears with your thumbs, heart soft and warm at the devotion and love swimming in his entrancing blue eyes. you leaned down, kissing his scars softly before pressing a last kiss to his lips. “i love you, haru, i hope you know that. and i’ll never get tired of you, don’t be silly,” you playfully scolded and sanzu wanted to believe in your words, he wanted to believe in them so bad and so he did, pulling you into another kiss.

WAKASA’s lips curled into a little smile as he noticed you enter shinichiro’s shop, waiting for you in the garage where he was working on a bike. “hi doll,” he greeted you, wiping his hands on a towel you lended him and gesturing for you to stand between his parted legs. his hands rested on your waist, head slightly tilted up to look at you, lilac, slightly droopy eyes locking with yours as the usual deadpan expression he beheld was replaced with a small smile that never left his face with you around.

you leaned down, kissing his lips shortly, sweetly before pulling away, hands resting on his shoulders while his own found their way on your hips, thumbs drawing lazy circles over your clothes and sending slight shivers down your spine whenever they reached the skin beneath your shirt. “missed you sweetheart,” he confessed, taking your hand in his and pecking the back of it, chuckling at your flustered expression. wakasa then patted his lap, urging you to sit on his thigh which you ended up doing after making sure no one was around, arms wrapped around his neck while his hand rested on your knees.

“tell me about your day,” wakasa asked, fingers dancing lightly on your thighs, palms stroking over your legs from time to time. your boyfriend nosed at your cheek playfully, kissing it tenderly as he listened with unwavering attention the sweet melody of your voice telling him with extra detail what happened during your day, his only replies being quiet hums and inaudible ‘yeah?’’s whispered against your skin, face buried into your neck while leaving butterfly-like kisses over the delicate flesh and smiling softly at your barely swallowed down giggles while asking him to stop teasing you and let you finish - which he, of course, didn’t.

before you could finish rambling about how you were excited about the date you two had scheduled a few days ago for this weekend, you heard a loud sigh and - already knowing who it belonged to - you turned your head towards the garage’s entrance where you found shinichiro rolling his eyes at the scene unfolding before him - you sitting on his friend’s lap while the latter was nuzzling into your neck. “jealous much?” wakasa teased, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “shut up,” the eldest sano grumbled, leaving you two chuckling into each other’s arms.

RAN sighed in content as he leaned his back against the marble of the bathtub. his knees were bent, legs spread as you comfortably sat between them, your own back leaning against his chiseled chest. the water was warm, borderline hot, light dimmed and a few scented candles were melting around the bathroom, their scent tickling your nostrils gently and drawing a soft smile on your lips while ran’s hands massaged your hair and stiff shoulders.

you felt at ease there, sitting between ran’s long, skinny limbs, his arms wrapping around your middle to keep you still and close against him. “m’feel good, pretty,” he mumbled behind you, his head dropping on your bare, damp shoulder and sighing contently while you placed your hands on the ones resting on your stomach. you answered with a hum, skin tingling with the open-mouth kisses ran left on your shoulder before moving to your neck, playfully biting on the delicate flesh and chuckling lowly as you yelped. you could fall asleep like this if it weren't for ran’s occasional bites on your skin. the warm bath made you feel sleepy, ran’s low humming almost lulling you into a peaceful slumber while the hot water helped you relaxing your sore muscles.

you started noticing a shift in his touches, turning softer, gentler, his playful bites turning into tender pecks as he whispered sweet nothings into the shell of your ear, pressing his lips against your cheek with every praise he lovingly cooed at you. “m’love ya baby,” he drawled out, turning your head to push his lips against yours. “ran, m’tired,” you muttered, against his mouth. “you’re tired?” he repeated with a soft tone, a loving smile curling his lips up as he gazed down at you with adoration. you leaned back against him, eyes droopy with exhaustion as you nodded. through your sleepy haze, you heard ran get out of the water and soon enough, you were bundled in a warm towel after ran had rushed to put on a pair of sweatpants.

gently, he dressed you into a shirt of his and bottoms, laying a kiss on your forehead as he chuckled with the way you blinked up at him, a tired smile drawn on your face. “you’re so cute,” he breathlessly laughed, squishing your cheeks between his hands, lilac eyes softening with fondness when you whined something about wanting to sleep. “there, there pretty thing,” he cooed, scooping you into his arms, “let’s get you to sleep, hm?” ran walked into the bedroom, laying on the soft mattress before joining you, his arms finding their way around your waist to pull you into his chest. you nestled into ran’s arms, face nuzzling into his neck as you smiled when he layed a last kiss on the top of your head. “sweet dreams love.”

MITSUYA’s fingers flew over your body, leaving father light touches that had you squirming where you stood, your blood rushing to your face in hot waves and you hoped takashi couldn’t feel the heat under his fingertips when he cupped your face with his warm hands, tilting your head up as he whispered something about almost being over with his current work. you simply nodded, not trusting your voice and barely registering his words with the way his soft lips brushed against yours, hot breath fanning over your mouth with every word.

“stay still for me, love,” mitsuya mumbled lowly, leaning back slightly to make sure the measuring tape was straight. you gulped as quietly as you could when you got a clear view of his face. dark and lavender strands falling gracefully over his attractive features, one hand tilting his glasses back up before grabbing the pen behind his ear in a swift motion. his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, lips jutted out slightly as he focused on his work and you had to physically stop yourself from cooing at how endearing he looked the longer he stayed concentrated. you had the urge to lean forward and press your lips against his forehead just to watch his features relax even just a little and his smile light up his face in a warm glow and - oh, you were so stupidly in love you thought. you didn’t notice you were smiling until mitsuya called out your name.

“what were you thinking about?” he asked, not removing the measuring tape from around your waist while throwing his pen and glasses on the desk next to him where all the you’ve been helping him with today was lying. gazing into his lavender eyes, you didn’t think twice before answering “you,” only to slap your hand against your mouth once you’ve realized what you’ve just uttered. embarrassment rushed into you in big waves at the sound of your boyfriend’s amused chuckle, his fingers lightly pinching your cheek as he looked at you with overwhelming love swimming in his entrancing irises.

“you’re so cute,” he smiled, tugging on the measuring tape to pull you even closer to him, hands dropping the material so they could replace it, gently resting on your waist while his thumbs circled your sides softly, fingers sparking a fire on your skin through your clothes. “such a pretty thing,” he cooed lovingly, relishing in the way you tried to escape his gaze. one hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your head up so you could meet his eyes once again despite your whining. “don’t go shy on me now,” he teased, kissing your lips sweetly. “we’re only getting started.”

KAZUTORA hummed happily as he stuffed his mouth full with the pastry you ordered for him at the café you two stopped by, an adorable smile tugging at his lips at the sweet strawberry-flavored cream melting on his tongue. you chuckled at his behavior, leaning over the table to wipe the side of his lips with your thumb and smiling at how his happy little dance stopped short when you licked your finger clean, teasingly winking at his flushed face and laughing when he looked away from you, grumbling something under his breath. so cute, you internally cooed.

ever since his release a few weeks ago, you made it your goal to show kazutora around and help him get used to his new environment - and mostly, his new life. you dragged him into chifuyu’s pet shop a week after he got his freedom where he now worked at and you urged him to follow you around every weekend so you could make him visit the town during your dates. and kazutora couldn’t be more thankful to have you by his side when you were so patiently waiting for him for ten years, paying him visits every time you could and now this, you helping him get accustomed to his new chance at life. at the sight of the tears brimming his honey-colored eyes, you couldn’t help the panic that settled in you, eyes widening and words stuck in your throat.

“kazu, angel, why are you crying?” you inquired, changing spots so you could sit beside him. “did i do something wrong?” you questioned, receiving a shy shake of his head in response. his hair cascaded down his shoulders in dark and blonde waves, earring jingling with his every move and he looked devastatingly beautiful despite the tears spilling down his flushed cheeks, shoulders shaking as hiccups fell down his cherry-colored lips and you felt a rush of guilt when you couldn’t stop yourself from finding him pretty even while. you had other matters at hand right now, you reminded yourself. “do you want to go home?” you asked, burying your previous thoughts away as guilt ate you up when his glassy eyes met yours.

“no,” he croaked out, shaky hand grabbing yours. “i’m just s-so grateful t-to have you w-with me,” he admitted, stuttering and hiccuping and you hated yourself for finding him so adorable. “i’ll always be there, angel,” you cooed lovingly, cupping his face and pressing a sweet, short kiss to his red-bitten lips. “promise i won’t ever leave you,” you breathed out against his mouth, feeling his breath stutter at your words and more tears started streaming down his pretty face as you sealed your promise with another kiss, smiling at the sweet taste of strawberries meeting your tongue.

SHINICHIRO’s heart performed little somersaults in his chest at the feeling of your hands gripping his shirt tighter, arms secured around his slim waist and squeezing whenever he sped up his motorcycle. the streetlights were passing by quickly, almost too fast, cold air slapping your face as a wide smile spread over your features. you relished in this freeing feeling, this carelessness. you were convinced your boyfriend was smiling as he revved his engine, speeding up every once in a while just to feel you cling to him.

it was a rather chilly summer night and you were glad that the eldest of the sano family had wrapped his jacket around your shoulders despite your whining when he picked you up earlier. at a red light, shinichiro turned around to face you. “feel good, doll?” he asked, smiling softly at the enthusiastic nod you offered as an answer. he chuckled then, turning forwards once the light turned green and drove around the city for long minutes that passed by too quickly in your opinion. an hour or two later, you found yourself in front of your house, saying goodbye to your boyfriend, remembering how he had asked you out in the same spot two weeks earlier with a smile on your face.

shinichiro placed his hand on the back of your head, using it to pull you close and kiss your forehead. “good night, pretty,” he smiled at you, “i’ll text you in the morning,” he then said, turning around to get to his bike. but before he could step out of the porch, you reached for his hand and pulled him back to you, shyly looking down in an attempt to hide your incapacity of forming your request with words without burning in shame under his unwavering dark gaze. so you did the first thing that came to your mind.

slowly, you reached for his hair at the back of his head, pulling his face closer to yours and you watched in endearment and amusement how his face turned red at the sudden proximity, how your lips brushed against each other’s as you gazed into his eyes. before he could wuss out - as wakasa tended to say - you pressed your lips against his, taking your time to roam your fingers through his hair and pulling away with a satisfied smile on your face, opening the door to your house and shutting it behind you after shouting a see ya tomorrow, baby! and leaving a crimson, stunned and speechless shinichiro behind.

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Ramadan Mubarak

< Pairs > Kaeya; Tohma; Diluc; Itto; Zhongli; Childe; Albedo; Scaramouche

< Summary > Muslim!Genshin Men and how they are during Ramadan

< Warnings > Lot's of spelling errors; Mentions of alcohol; Food; Religious themes (not super strong ones)

< Type > Fluff/humour

< Notes > Ramadan Mubarak :D This isnt really an 'x reader' but a few of them include you/reader. I wrote this for fun, so please be respectful

Tohma

- Makes the best food for Suhoor and iftar

- He checks up on everywhere during Ramadan, making sure they aren’t overworking themselves

- Since he doesn’t have to cook all that much during the day, he spends his time cleaning the estate or playing with the dogs. But sometimes, he takes up the cuddling offer with you

- He reads the Quran at night every day of the month, he has a slight accent whenever he speaks Arabic :D

Kaeya Alberich

- He stays up for suhoor, and will most likely pull an all-nighter most days

- The amount of alarms he has for suhoor is....scary

- Goes to the mosque barefoot because he lost all his shoes :skull:

- He would look so pretty in a black kurta- tell me otherwise

Diluc Ragnvindr

- he takes some time off work from the bar (staying halal, brother)

- Date man, he has three boxes filled with nothing but dates

- He gets a bit bored during the lectures, but he can still recite them word by word

Tartaglia

- when I tell you, he becomes a full on male wife during this month. He starts to cook for Suhoor right after iftar

- Stops fighting for the month, he works out instead, just not as much

- The way he recites surahs?!??

- “Mashallah comrade” is something you will hear every day

- He will drink zamzam water religiously (no pun intended)

Albedo

- pretty simple. He knows exactly what to eat for suhoor (usually goes for bananas or oranges)

- He makes snacks for Klee on days when she isn’t fasting

- His surah pronunciation is perfect each and every time (he has the soft tone with that perfect accent)

- Okay- he knows all the history behind Islam, tell me otherwise

Arataki Itto

- he competes with little kids on who knows more surahs

- Forgets he’s fasting often-

- The type to randomly laugh while praying

- Gorou or Sara have to remind him that he can’t beatbox

Zhongli

- leads the prayer

- His alarm for prayers is just his voice, he forgot how to set alarms

- Has the entire Quran memorized

- Another date and walnut man

Scaramouche

- He tries so hard not to swear, it’s so funny to see him struggle

- Often tricks Childe into accidentally breaking his fast

- He doesn’t wake up the harbingers during suhoor, let’s them sleep past sunrise

- He wears bangles a lot and steals all the sweets for himself

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it meant a lot to you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh, he's still as pretty as ever.

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

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

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

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

didn't you realise xiao has always noticed you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

god, he's so cute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PDA WITH THE GENSHIN BOYS.

genre. fluff, modern and boyfriend au cw. none. pairings. xiao, kazuha, zhongli, childe x gn!reader.

all rights reserved to me. do not repost, translate or steal.

— xiao

no. yes??? absolutely not.

the moment your hand grazes his?? stops in the middle of wherever you’re walking literally like he was frozen in time

its the first time you see any other expression in his features and of course its just the biggest look of disapproval

buttttttt as much as he says he hates pda and how much he actually genuinely quite literally does…..

he loves it. like in his head, in his own sad and bitter looking mental world, its like the sun after a rainy day.

did i mention you’re the only person that can make him believe hes actually worth something

thats exactly why hes in love with u i dont make the rules he’s absolutely smitten

he lets you keep holding his hand and keep the disapproving “i dont wanna be here” look on his face

— kazuha

yes yes yes

you dont even have to initiate it he holds your hand everywhere.

like literally everywhere, except the bathroom obviously because hes a gentleman (cant say the same for the fatui version of ed sheeran??)

his hand grasps yours and its like a burst of energy flows through him and he opens his mouth to spur out a corny poem he had came up with on the spot

also kisses. he luvs them. even if you gave him the sloppiest wettest kiss on the forehead he’d still ( ◠‿◠ )

and he’d ask for one more while we’re on the topic

— childe

…..here go again

im gonna say what we all know

childe is literally literally like a cat getting pet by its owner he embraces that shit like its rhe only thing on earth he was put here to do

he loves all forms of pda

hand holding kissing…. and most importantly hugging.

i dont mean any type of hugging

the moment you find yourself in public theres a six foot one lanky ginger with his arms around your middle and his head in the crook of your neck

you’ve been dating for HOW long??? and he still manages to make you flustered like you just met him whenever he back hugs you

he loves kissing your jaw too just to tease because he’s the biggest little shit in teyvat

— zhongli

if he was real i wouldnt know how to act oh my god

the most gentlemanly gentleman

he knows how to treat his s/o just ask guizhong

oh wait…..

anyways he’s not NOT a fan of pda but he doesn’t go out of his way to initiate it either

it’s more of like a “grab his hand and give him your best smile” and he always falls right into your trap

he loves kissing your hand.

he loves giving you the most charming smile before kissing your hand he’s absolutely in love with you

he also loves it when you wrap your arms around HIS waist… he walks around like he’s the luckiest man in the world bc to him… because he has you maybe he is

hii may i request kind of a platonic levi x reader in which reader is part of the cadets but levi has always been like their parent figure and he's glad they finally make friends and looks out for them, thanks

“i’m glad you made friends y/n”

pairing: platonic!levi ackerman x platonic!gender neutral reader

cw: nothing 

word count: 2100+

a/n: this is different to my normal stuff, literally just a parent child relationship going on here

summary:  in which your parent figure levi sees you finally become a part of the survey corps, he can finally see people around you who will stick by and look out for you

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We all know Levi grew up in terrible conditions and was taught how to kill by Kenny.

But this man just wants the best for you.

You were of course a lot younger than him, but he saw you as a sister/daughter to him.

Refuses to acknowledge that he cares about you.

This man will literally walk past you without caring but then in private will care about your wellbeing.

Erwin is definitely a father to you.

It’s already established, him and Levi started caring for you at such a young age that they’re just your two dads.

You don’t call them dad though or they’ll both glare at you.

Didn’t want you to join the scouts, Levi more, he knew the risk and he knew you; it wasn’t a good mix.

Refuses to let you leave to join the cadets corps, you sneak behind his back and Hanje definitely planned it all out for you to join.

Angry Levi couldn’t do anything.

You joined the 104th and instantly became friends with everybody.

Hard for Levi to visit you as much but in the two years he would send letters.

So cute right. No it isn’t.

Half of it is always an angry rant about how he hates you joining, and the other half is his anger at Hanje.

It gets better along the two years, even Erwin sending you letters

Parent goals.

When you graduate you see Erwin who gives you the widest smile and a big, I miss you hug. 

It had been months since you’d seen Levi and he missed you.

His short self-will hug you in front of people, he wants to be nice to you.

But he hits your head for actually joining the scouts.

Cue your confused friends.

The ceremony to decide where you and the 104th would spend the rest of your lives, as everybody had started to leave, getting there stuff to follow their new commander. You went up to Erwin a smile on his face, “Y/n.”

You smile back opening your arms for one of his hugs that you had missed, even if you saw Levi every 6 months, you hadn’t seen Erwin since you left. Now here you were under his command, “Erwin, I missed you.”

He hugged back, lifting you up like a child, your legs dangling off the ground. It was the exact same hug you had felt in your years with them, you had been taken in by the scouts after your parents death. Never expecting to have finally joined the scouts you felt accomplished of having gotten into the top ten and now fight alongside Levi and Erwin.

“I missed you too.” He let go looking at your much shorter frame, “Levi will murder you.”

“Can’t wait.” You laugh hearing your friends call your name.

“I’ll see you soon.” You nod, he ruffles your hair before you run to your friends.

You had become a lot closer to those who had joined the corps with you especially Armin, Sasha and Jean. It was relieving to know you weren’t joining the scouts alone, of course you knew Eren the suicidal manic was joining but since the titan incident. You didn’t really know what was going on and would have to pressure Levi for answers.

“What did Commander Erwin have to ask?” Armin spoke, in the two years with them, they didn’t know a lot about your life. They knew your parents were dead but had assumed you lived with other relatives and not spent your days with the scouts. Of course even the scouts had to admit that teaching a kid how to wield a knife was a recipe for creating another Levi.

Which if Levi got asked about it, he would disregard the answer. Even though he was the first person to teach you how to use a knife and even the ODM gear, which made you a natural pro on the second day at the cadet corps.

“Oh nothing really.” You quickly moved onto how you were ready for this and how you weren’t worried at all.

You had always asked to go with Levi outside the walls, but you’d get the same glare with silence. Indicating a clear no, even Erwin gave you a look of no and that’s final. You couldn’t wait to experience real titans outside the walls, of course in Trost you had seen the titans but this, this would be with Levi properly.

The arrival to where the scouts were was quick, horses and an old castle which looked unclean was in your eyeline. You knew Levi had probably made his squad clean it, feeling sympathy for them and how Hanje was probably experimenting with her own titans. Meeting the section commander that would be in charge of you and your friends and going through your positions for the 57th expedition was a lot, all you wanted to do was to see Levi.

You really did miss them, but it was worth it all to be able to fight alongside them against the titans. All stepping into where you saw some men, you smiled which they reciprocated. Nobody had really asked anything about it assuming you knew them from back home. You all heard Eren behind you smiling at the boy. You had to give it to the boy he knew what he wanted, and he was certainly going to get it.

“Y/n, I knew you’d keep your promise to join.” Eren grinned out remembering the first day you both had met. You had been as adamant as him to join but your reasons a lot more different, Jean having made fun of you both.

But the horse face stood right beside you, a shock to the titan boy, as they spoke about the death of Marco it was a lot to take in when you and Jean had told everybody. Having both found him together, and it had broken you to see a friend dead, just another body in the numbers. Being passed the capes, you put it on before a voice you had missed.

“Y/n.” It was Levi’s emotionless self, you grinned happily going towards him. Eren had told you about how he had been in Levi’s squad, so you assumed Levi hadn’t said anything.

You didn’t care if they knew about the parental relationship you had with Levi, you missed him too much to care. “Levi.” You stood in front of him, “oops sorry Captain Levi.”

“Don’t say that, brat.” You suppressed a laugh.

“How do I look?”

“Tired.” He muttered; you shoved his shoulder at his remark.

You had missed him a lot, the letters and two-minute meetings every six months had not done your relationship justice. He grabbed your arms bringing you into a hug, which you happily took, “I missed you, brat.”

“I missed you too, old man.” You hugged back, the past two years having took a toll on both of you, him more. He looked even more dull and emotionless and you knew you’d had to talk to him about it afterwards.

He let go, before grabbing your ear and dragging you down to his height. He hit the back on your head, “ow, ow, ow” You repeated multiple times, his grip on your ear getting tighter.

“This is what you get for joining.” After every word he hit the back of your head, before letting you go. “When Erwin told Hanje and I you joined, I had to kill you myself before the titans got a chance.”

“Levi, don’t be like that, I’ve been gone for two years.”

He crossed his arms glaring at you, “Hanje wants to see you.”

“You just don’t want to admit that you wanted me to join.” He scowls before leading you away from your friends, their faces confused and agape at what had happened.

“Are they related?” Connie questioned.

“They’re not, she would’ve told us, maybe they’re dating…” Sasha speaks which leads to a horrified look.

Jean pipes up quickly dismissing the thought entirely, “he’s like 30 that’s gross and Y/n isn’t like that.”

“We’ll ask her once she comes back.” Armin spoke being the only sane one around in the group.

Levi had taken you to see Hanje who looked to be holding some sort of titan skin. It looked gross and both you and Levi gave a knowing look, “you missed me.”

In an instant her eyes moved to your body in the scout cape and uniform, she dropped the material squealing as she encased you in a tight hug. You hugged her back, missing her and her craziness, she let go before quickly hitting the back of your head.

“Ow, not again.” You muttered rubbing the back of your head after the torment of Levi.

“I’m glad Levi hit you, I can’t hit you anymore all I see are those cute eyes.” She pulls at your cheeks which seems to be even more painful than the hitting before letting go. “All grown up, I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.” The three of you had a catchup on what had occurred, being filled in on Eren’s position and the plan that Erwin had thought up off. But even then, his plan had gaps and you knew he was keeping stuff not from the new recruits but captains and section commanders alike.

Levi took you back to where the recruits were, he left with a small smile, no goodbye as he waved you off whilst walking. Like an animal being shooed away, you chuckled shaking your head as you walked to see Jean and Eren looking angry at one another. “What’d I miss now?”

You had a hop in your step and a bright grin that your friends hadn’t seen ever, “you know captain Levi.” Eren had disregarded your question and was now asking his own.

“Oh yeah I do.” Is all you said, Armin passing you a slice of bed, you had a hunch the food had gone and were glad Hanje had offered you food due to her thinking you hadn’t eaten enough whilst in the cadet corps.

You bit into it, not knowing what else to say, whilst looking down. “Care to elaborate.” Jean spoke out.

“Oh he took me in when my parents died, I’ve been around the survey corps since I was six.” You bit into the bread uninterested in wanting to speak about your background.

“And…” Connie continued on.

“And there’s nothing else about it, Levi and Erwin brought me up that’s basically it.” You stressed the and, throwing the piece of bread you had ripped off up in the air and catching it in your mouth.

“You could’ve told us Y/n.” Eren spoke up, it was what everybody had been thinking but hadn’t had the guts to say.

You look at them, bread stuff in your mouth, swallowing it with ease, “I didn’t think it was important.”

“Important, Y/n it’s who you are you, it’s how you easily beat Mikasa for top spot, how you knew exactly how to use the ODM gear and kill those titans in Trost.” Eren’s anger was either out of spite or jealousy but you didn’t know what.

“Look I worked for that spot and yeah maybe I have been around the scouts longer than you have, but consider my point of view, they raised me and they’re family to me and I thought you guys were my family as well…” you pause staring at each one of them individually, “…clearly I was wrong.”

In an instance you leave the place, trudging up the stairs and leaning against the cold grey bricks. It looked even more uncleaned in person, a habit you’d gotten off Levi. You saw some lights come up towards you, seeing your ‘friends’ with lanterns.

“I’m sorry.” Eren apologised sitting beside you.

You whispered, “it’s okay.” As they all crowded around you, giving sympathetic looks.

“So has Captain Levi always been a clean freak.” Eren questioned trying to ease the tension.

You laugh turning to the boy, “that man is practically in love with bleach and a wet cloth.”

They laugh and the tension disappearing as Eren spoke of his time with the squad and how you all spoke about Trost and the many memories that you all shared together. Levi had come outside to see what the noise was, he saw you surrounded by your friends laughing and joking about.

A quiet whisper coming from his mouth, “I’m glad you made friends Y/n.” A gratitude that you weren’t alone and that you had people around you that would become your team when outside the walls. He knew you’d be safe and that not only had you spent the two years training for the expedition but how someone would always have your back.

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depollute me, pretty baby—eijirou kirishima.

concept: eijirou comforts his significant others in their moment of insecurity [based on leith ross’ we’ll never have sex demo].

pairing: pro-hero!eijirou kirishima x afab!black!reader.

word count: 1.2k

warning: body image issues, insecurity, suggestive?, [non-sexual] body worship, praise, caressing, NO SMUT.

clo said—honestly, i’m having less than satisfactory thoughts about myself and wrote about my feelings and what i need. this isn’t meant to glorify any kind of negative body image or eating disorder, i truly just wrote about something i could relate to. i understand that this could be extremely triggering so don’t feel pressured to read this. i hope none of you have gone through this and if you have, i hope you know that i’m here for you. happy reading.

depollute me, pretty baby

suck the rot right out of my bloodstream

y/n sat on the floor of their bathroom as they stared at their body in the mirror, a few stray tears escaping their eyes. it was a bad habit of theirs to check their body and make mental notes on the areas that they could lose weight in. they sometimes even went as far as to plan how they would lose said weight, only for them to forget within the span of three days. they only did this when they knew eijirou would be gone for a while, fearing what he would say if he saw them like this. he was big on positivity and it’d kill him if he saw his significant other sitting on the floor, having less than positive thoughts about themselves.

‘another twelve pounds. what happened to wanting to lose weight, y/n?’ they thought to themselves.

y/n was so caught up in their thoughts that they didn’t hear the front door open and they didn’t hear when he called out for them twice. that’s how kirishima found them staring off into the mirror with a wet face and frown, quickly putting two and two together. he stepped behind y/n, snapping them out of their thoughts when they saw his figure in the mirror. they grabbed his their discarded shirt and quickly pulled it on before turning to look at him.

“i thought you’d be home late,” y/n said, embarrassed as they stood up and walked to the sink, hoping to wash their tear stricken face. before they could reach the porcelain appliance, eijirou pulled them towards him.

“i’m glad i came home early. otherwise, you would’ve been left completely alone with your thoughts. i’m sorry i wasn’t here,” kirishima mumbled, disappointed in himself for not noticing how you felt.

“it’s not your fault, eiji. i didn’t want you to worry,” they mumbled into the crook of his neck as they felt fresh tears pool in their eyes. this is exactly what they didn’t want. kirishima had his own bad habit of blaming himself for things that he couldn’t control. y/n didn’t want to add additional stress on top of his hero duties and figured that this was something that they could handle on their own. this isn’t how they wanted him to find out if he ever did.

“are you hungry? i bought us dinner on my way home from the agency. i noticed that you didn’t write anything on the calendar about dinner for today and figured i could bring something home,” he asked as he pulled back enough to see his lover’s face. he noticed the new tears and brushed them away only for more to come. “it’s alright, love. let it out. i’m here for you.”

“i’m so sorry,” y/n sniffled as they cried harder. kirishima rubbed their back as he led them back into the bedroom.

oh, you kissed me

just to kiss me

not to take me home

he carefully laid them down on the bed before laying next to them, wrapping his arms around their frame as they faced each other. he held them tightly and let a few of his own tears fall at the sight of his distressed lover. his brightness was so dim as he held them in his arms.

“talk to me, doll. i’d like to help you if you’d let me,” he whispered. y/n looked at his face before letting a few more tears fall.

“i just… i don’t feel beautiful, eiji. i know that you call me beautiful or gorgeous, but i can’t bring myself to feel that way. i feel like i embarrass you when we’re seen in public. i’m not slim like those pro-heroines and i’m definitely not as beautiful. i gained twelve pounds whilst on a diet. i love my complexion, but the beauty standards here insult it. i try so hard… just to not receive good results. i just want to feel pretty, eiji. i want to feel pretty so bad,” y/n sobbed as they confessed their worries to him.

eijirou was lost for words. he never imagined that his usually upbeat significant other felt like this. he never would’ve suspected them being insecure or body conscious because he knew they were beautiful. his friends and co-workers even recognized y/n as gorgeous externally, so their doubts were surprising.

“can you look at me, darling?” he asked softly. he didn’t want to force them to do anything. he was elated when y/n met his gaze. “you’re absolutely beautiful. inside and out. i didn’t know you felt like this because in my eyes, and many others, you’re stunning. i know my words aren’t enough to soothe your worries, but i meant it when i said you are the most attractive person i’ve ever laid my eyes on. ‘m not just saying that because i’m your man, but because it’s true. there aren't enough words to express how beautiful you are.”

there was a short silence between the two before kirishima leaned in and kissed y/n’s lips. “please let me show you how beautiful you are,” he requested, planting soft but meaningful kisses on their face.

if i said you could never touch me

you’d come over and say i looked lovely.

“i don’t wanna have sex tonight,” y/n said, hesitating in case they disappointed him.

“sex isn’t on my mind tonight. i just want to worship you like you deserve. if you don’t want me to, i won’t and i’ll just hold you,” he tightened his hold to show y/n that it was truly up to them and that they were in control.

“go ahead. i’d like it if you helped me.”

at their approval, kirishima re-situated himself between their legs before pushing their shirt up above their chest. he looked up y/n to receive their consent once more before placing a few kisses on their collarbone. he moved slowly, traveling to their sternum and down further to the pudge on their stomach. y/n hummed at the feeling of his hands running over their body.

“i wish you knew how beautiful you are. if you need my help in any way, please come to me. you can always lean on me, love. it hurt to see you closed off in the bathroom, judging your gorgeous body,” as he whispered, he left longer kisses on a more intimate place of their body. he hoped that through his actions, he would be able to convey his feelings.

he ran his hands over their plush thighs, massaging them slightly as he looked down at the beautiful human being under him. his motions soothed their body and some of their insecurities, showing them how beautiful they truly were. washing their sorrows away when he left those lingering kisses.

he ceased his motions when he reached their face once more. he maintained eye contact until y/n closed their eyes with a small smile. he pressed barely there kisses along their cheek bones and on their forehead. he took their face between his large hands and kisses their soft lips with enough emotion to bring them to tears.

“thank you, eiji,” y/n said, wrapping their arms around him, cuddling deeper into him.

“of course, doll.”

it was simple

you are sweetness

let’s just sit a while.

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a headcannon of Aizawa finding out he's dating one of his students (you can chose) bigger sister that also teaches for U.A? Thanks! 💗

AIZAWA FINDING OUT YOU'RE TOKOYAMI'S SIBLING (HCS)

Honestly, it wasn’t even obvious that you were the older sister of Tokoyami.

Because you know... bird head and you not bird head.

There wasn’t a resemblance at all.

Anyways, Aizawa doesn’t pry into your personal life unless it’s a situation of life and death, so, he doesn’t ask about your family and whatnot.

You’ve never told him about them either, so, it wasn’t really that much of an issue to the both of you.

Until suddenly, you brought it up in the middle of dinner.

Hey, Shouta. Do you want to meet my family?”

You just said it so casually, it actually made him stop eating and blink owlishly at you.

His mind immediately went, ‘Who?’

Then it hits him.

oh oH OH

You two were just staring at each other in silence while Aizawa remains taken aback by your question.

But once it all set in, he agrees.

After all, you already met his parents. What harm could it bring, right?

Haha, right.

So, you guys set up a date and he finally meets the family.

When you guys arrive at the place, Fumikage immediately starts choking on a marshmellow.

How do you even choke on a marshmallow? (I choked on one. Not a good experience.)

Fumikage’s mind went like, “What a mad banquet of darkness.”

"I’m dating my student’s sister?” Yes, Aizawa. You are. Aizawa’s fucking his sister too but Fumikage doesn’t need to know that.

Anyways, there’s this thick awkward blanket between the two of them as you introduced Aizawa to your family. But he still isn’t convinced that Fumikage is your brother.

“Oh! And this is my lil bro! Fumi, this is my boyfriend Aizawa. Aizawa, this is my younger brother, Fumikage.”

"I know.” They both say at the same time which confused you.

"He’s my homeroom teacher.”

"The hardass?!” Fumikage blushed in embarrassment at that, but it was true. Aizawa was indeed a hardass.

"Y-Yes, the hardass.” The way Fumikage replied with such bravery. We stan.

Honestly, you just wanna roll on the ground and laugh right now because never have you seen Fumikage so embarrassed like this.

Eventually, you all moved on from the ‘my sister’s seeing my teacher’ incident and sat down for dinner. Your parents love Aizawa (Fumikage and Dark Shadow will watch Aizawa very carefully, but he approves.) and the dinner ended on a very good note.

"Oh, I gotta go to the restroom for a bit, Shou. Wait for me, ‘kay?”

Cue intense staring contest.

"I don’t care if you’re my teacher or a pro-hero, if you hurt my sister, trust me, I will fuck you up.”

“I won’t hurt her.”

"Good because I have watched enough horror movies to know how to effectively hide a body.”

The tension magically went away as you arrived.

“Bye Fumi! Take care, ok? I love you.” You kissed his birb forehead before waving goodbye, walking away with a slightly traumatized Aizawa.

When you guys got home, Aizawa asked why you don’t look like anyone in your family.t

"Oh, the crow likeness runs in my father’s side. I didn’t inherit those I guess. My mom’s face is practically a shadow but they say I look like her. But I still got the shadow quirk from my parents.” Huh.

When Monday arrived, the students noticed the evident awkward tension in the room.

Good thing they’re not smart enough (and Tokoyami isn’t talkative enough) to figure out it’s from Tokoyami and Aizawa.

Cue Mic’s teasing and a ton of migraines.

What made matters worse (for Aizawa at least) was that soon enough you took up a teaching role in U.A.

Seeing you in a new light, Aizawa admired you even more.

Cue gagging noises from Fumikage as he watches his teacher made goo-goo eyes at you.

You loved teaching and you loved spending time with Aizawa and your brother.

It was a win-win for you but a win-lose for Aizawa and Fumikage.

RIP Aizawa Shouta.