Finished The Flushed Faces! Went With Kazuha, Xiao, Scaramouche, And Diluc Since I Don’t Draw Them

i heard shoji HEADCANNONS??? I’VE BEEN SUMMONED ‼️ here are a few I made up on the spot >:)

- he spends like 30 minutes a day working with hair gel to make his hair spiky and cool because HOW ELSE WOULD IT JUST BE THAT WAY? and if you compliment his hair he’ll just <3 melt <3 but not SHOW that he’s melting inside but he definitely is internally

- he has trouble finding outfits that fit his body style, so if he talks to you about it, you suggest that you both design some on paper together! so if you like drawing, the two of you can design outfits and cool clothes together for him together !!

- god he’s up there with izuku in that he would be the best listener. since he’s usually quiet, he would love to listen and give calm, sound advice in situations that you ask for it. we all know he’s a gentlemen, so I KNOW he would be an amazing advice giver :)

THIS WAS SM FUN TO WRITE AHHHHAMSKSNNSNS I’M SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU’LL WRITE!!!! 😌💞💞💞

shoji mezou x gn! reader a/n: BRUH I ASKED FOR LIKE ONE HEADCANNON NOT A WHOLE GODDAMN STORY LINE ALSDFLDSFJDSKF But literally can’t write this as one thing without it being like a whole-ass long story (bc im just a perfectionist) SOOO I WROTE IT IN THIS WEIRD IDK KINDA STYLE

Ok, ok, see, imagine Shoji and a reader who’s a designer - meeting when Shoji’s manager finally convinces him to focus more on his public image. He’d never really cared about it up until then, and never thought of it as important.

He begrudgingly makes an appointment and asks for you to meet him at his agency, writing it down in his calender before seemingly forgetting until the day of.

But in you walk, confident and poised - seemingly the exact opposite of Shoji - and at first he’s scared of you.

He wasn’t a fool to the way people were biased against him, the stares he got when he was on patrol, why he wasn’t in the top ten despite having extremely high rescue numbers.

What if you don’t like him? What if he’s too difficult to style for? What if he’s too scary for you?

And even though his mind is rushing when you introduce yourself, he still scrambles out a polite hello and a nod - before noticing that you didn’t, in fact, think he was scary or too difficult to work with.

In fact, you even complimented him on his hair and the way it went with his image - which he muttered out a thank you to, but could barely breathe under his mask from the way his heart was pounding in his chest.

Staying distracted from trying not to show how flustered he is, he doesn’t notice until you’ve laid out all your sketches on the table to show him what your initial ideas are. They’re all prettily drawn - colored and all - showcasing him in different attire for not just hero work, but also formal events, meetings outside of patrol, and even casual wear.

“I know that it’s probably harder for you to find clothes sometimes, so I thought I could do more than just hero stuff. And since you are working on your entire brand, I thought you wouldn’t mind some suggestions for what to wear in case of public spottings,” you look towards him nervously.

“It’s perfect,” he smiles, and you see the way his eyes crinkle above his mask.

- - - - - - - - -

As time moves on, and the two of you continue to work together - your feelings for each other become more apparent (though the other never seems to notice). It leads to almost dates at coffee shops and cafés, all in the name of working together somewhere outside of the stuffy offices you’re both confined to for, what seems like, most of the day.

Your meetings are regular, and there’s never a dull moment when pro-heros’ costumes are continuously ripped to shreds - and shoji loves to hear you complain about working for his colleagues.

“I swear to god that Deku,” you mumble under your breath as you sketch furiously. “This is the third costume he’s destroyed this month. And I can’t just make a bunch and send them to him whenever needed - the whole thing is custom ordered to go with his support gear so I have to contact the company for new gear. Not to mention his mask is hand-stitched by me. It took me so long the first time and he destroyed it in three days.”

“He’s always been like that,” Shoji leans back in his chair with a smile. “In UA, I think it was worse. I’m pretty sure his costume was remade about a hundred times before he graduated.”

“Try 500,” you smirk at him. “I asked.”

Shoji’s eyes widen at that, and he watches as you start giggling before turning your notebook around to show him your new sketch.

“It’s for the Gala,” you explain. “I thought you might need something new for this one.”

The design is sleek and modern, cut to pair perfectly with the theme this year. And you even included his specifically styled hair in the drawing, a little arrow pointing to it that says “tentacole’s really cool hair” with a smiley face.

Shoji chuckles to himself before he looks up to see the excitement that rose to your face out of anticipation.

“So…. what’d you think?”

“I…” he pauses, staring at the drawing again with a furrow in his eyebrows. “I think you should make another one.”

Your face falls as you attempt to mask your disappointment. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you reach for the paper. “I’ll design something better then-”

“You didn’t let me finish,” he interrupts. “Design something for yourself. I think you should come with me and see the fruits of your labor on display.”

“Really?” your eyes light up with a smile.

“Of course.”

His reaction to someone badmouthing you [Genshin Impact Headcanons]

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

Warnings: some bullying statements, rumors, gossip, just being nasty and mean in general with some suggestiveness, some angry Genshin boys, taglist not updated yet, please inform me if there are any pronoun slips :( I proofread it this time I swear

Prologue

It shouldn’t have bothered you so much really. The townspeople sometimes liked to whisper about rumors and gossip, but as quickly as they came, they would almost always be gone, replaced by another hot topic that was most likely untrue.

“Which one?”

“That person, the one that always hangs around that one guy,”

“Ohhhh! Yes! Y/N, I think? I can’t remember the name. I don’t know why he keeps ‘em around, or why he chose ‘em, there’s nothing special about ‘em at all,”

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A collab done on Instagram! Line and colours are by me

— just remember that i love you

notes: fluff, tsukishima kei x gn!reader, drabble (wc: 906)

a/n: idk, i initially wanted to write a short scenario but...i couldn't control my hand and...this happened. still, i hope you enjoy !! (also, requests are currently open ♡)

m.list | rbs are very appreciated <3

“kei?”

“hmmm?” he hummed in response, lifting his gaze from his phone and throwing your way an almost imperceivable smile.

“so uh, i was wondering…what made you fall in love with me?” you blurted out, blushing violently as you internally wondered how the hell did you gather up the courage to ask a similar question.

kei seemed to have been taken aback by such a peculiar and sudden inquiry, his usually collected expression was now confused, as signs of surprise—his widened eyes—spoke for him.

indeed, what made him fall in love with you? kei didn’t necessarily know, so he simply and confidently answered with a “i don’t really know,” which slapped all of your expectations to the ground.

“you know, you are supposed to say cute and cheesy things,” you pouted, turning your head to the other side, but with a strange uneasiness swimming in the depths of your mind.

you heard his chuckle, before feeling his arms wrapping around you from behind and a series of kisses placed on the crook of your neck, making your heart skip a beat and shivers run down your spine.

“if you wanted me to say sweet and cheesy things, you could’ve just said so,” his deep voice reached your ears, making you more aware of how close you actually were.

you tried to wriggle out of his hold, and simply ignored the blonde’s questioning gaze.

“you know it…isn’t like that,” you whispered, trying to shake off the uneasiness.

that same day, you’d heard many girls at your school talk about the karasuno volleyball players. and many of them were fans of tsukishima kei, the number 11 middle blocker, the tall man with short hair and glasses, who is both smart and good at sports, yet isn’t really interested in socializing with strangers. and then, they started talking about you, how they thought you weren’t fit to be with him. and although you knew you didn’t need to be so self-conscious, after all kei always blew away your insecurities, repeating how you were the only one for him, you couldn’t avoid the thought of him being with someone else—maybe someone more suited for him.

“hey…listen up,” he lifted your face and was right away met with the worry mirrored in your eyes. it was as if he’d sensed that there was something wrong, and this was one of the things that made you fall in love with him.

“you know why i answered like that? well, because there are just too many things that made me fall for you, okay?” he ran a hand through his hair, flustered and with rosy cheeks matching yours, as he tried to ignore the fast beating of his heart.

“although i need to say that, at first, i just found you as annoying as shrimpy–” you interrupted him with a punch on his right arm, to which he responded with a roll of eyes and simply continued, “i couldn’t avoid but being dragged towards you, even though you were talking or smiling to someone else, i felt greedy and wanted that attention to be for me to enjoy–” “oh, so that’s why you started calling me names like ‘shorty’, ‘squirrel’ and…‘stinkin' pea’?” you frowned as kei only raised an eyebrow.

please can you at least let me finish, is what his eyes were probably yelling.

you sealed your lips and just said no more.

“okay so where was i? man this is getting so embarrassing,” he whispered before clearing his voice and looking straight into your eyes.

“even though at first you didn’t seem to like the idea of me being around, i loved the way you still tried to put up with me and my sarcasm. well, i guess i was lost in you before i could realize it. no other person would be as perfect to me as you are, and–” you basically jumped into his arms, him losing balance and almost dropping to the ground, as you wrapped your arms and legs around him like a baby koala.

“aww my tsukki, i didn’t know you could be so sweet!” you exclaimed, snuggling in his chest, as he reluctantly enclosed you in his arms, feeling his entire face burning up.

you were really happy though. all the insecurities and fears you had before simply dissipated, leaving the previously turmoiled heart, warmed and at peace.

“okay, now tell me, what was all of this about?” kei asked, sitting on the bed with you still in his arms.

you’d tried to evade his eyes, but in the end, you simply gave up, and spilled everything.

and, just like that he…kissed you. simply.

he slowly placed his lips onto yours, and as you were lost in the touch and the fondness of him, you deepened the kiss, more and more, so much that, when you let go, both of you were breathless.

he pressed his forehead against yours, and took a hand to your cheek, slightly grazing it, while almost looking inside of you, into your soul, touching your heart and your mind.

“whoever said that is, one, a complete dickhead, two, a brainless idiot, three, not worthy of your worries,” he softly but sternly retorted.

he tightened his hold on you and, as you lay your head against his shoulder, he murmured one last thing that made your heart almost jump out from happiness.

“[name]...just remember that i love you, and no one else.”

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I've got an atsumuxreader request where they are in a secret relationship but it starts getting to the point where they have little to no interaction in public. making her feel insecure and she starts wondering if he even loves her anymore, when girls start flirting with him and his teammates ask him about any girls he might be interested in and he doesn't hint at being in a relationship at all. I'm a sucker for angst to fluff!!

Thank youuuuu!! ❤️❤️

Of course, one Atsumu x Reader coming right up!(:

Atsumu was destined to be great.

If there was anything to be sure of, it was just that. Growing up with him had shown you on more than one occasion that if that boy had his eyes set on something, that he was going to achieve it. It didn't matter what it cost him, he was incredibly headstrong.

So when he approached you on a hazy morning in early December, hands trembling in a way you'd never seen before, words tumbling from his mouth so fast you could hardly understand a thing he'd said, it had shocked you. Long gone was the Atsumu that puffed his chest out every time someone complimented his skills. Long gone, was the Atsumu that didn't so much as get the nervous sweats before volleyball matches in front of scouts.

"I'm sorry, Tsumu," You start, heart pounding wildly against your ribs, "I'm not quite sure I caught that."

He visibly shudders, unable to hold eye contact as he says almost desperately, "I'd really like to take ya on a date. Please. Let me take ya on a date?"

He says it slowly, accent dripping from his mouth like molasses. He rakes a hand through his murky hair, fingers shaking so hard you almost consider asking him if he needs to sit down and just breathe.

He almost loses hope when you don't immediately answer his question, but then he looks up at you, and your mouth forms the words, yes 'Tsum, I'd love that, and his whole world tilts on its axis.

Your friendship had always been a close one. Your friends had never batted an eye at the way your head would slowly find its rest against one of his broad shoulders during movie nights, nor the way you'd wear his hoodies.

So when the shift happens, no one notices. Not even Suna, the perceptive guy he was. You both decided that maybe it was for the best, if you kept your relationship from everyone until you could figure out a good way to break the news.

It wasn't that you really thought your friends would be upset, it was just that it was all so new, and as much as you hoped it wouldn't happen, if you decided to breakup, neither of you wanted to cause rifts in the friend group.

You go on for two months like that, hiding your relationship behind the guise of your already close friendship. It isn't a terrible feat, besides the fact that 99% of the time, your boyfriends literal other half is around, making it difficult to spend any time together. But then you started looking forward to little things, like the winks Atsumu'd send you in passing at school, or his foot nudging yours beneath the desk in math class. You grew tired of watching your friends freely hug and kiss their boyfriends. You grew tired of pretending to cheer on Atsumu as a friend and not as your boyfriend.

Over time, it began to feel like you weren't really dating him anymore.

It didn't hit its breaking point until you were eating at your favorite ramen shop with the twins, Suna, and Ginjima. You feel like your heart might burst from your chest when Ginjima excitedly asks Atsumu about a girl who had been flirting with him after practice earlier in the day.

You eye him carefully, gauging his reaction. It's not that you didn't trust him, it's just the absolute lack of anything between the two of you had gotten to your head. You feel sick to your stomach when he blushes.

"Ah yeah," Your boyfriend finally says, "She was nice an' all but I'm not looking for a relationship or anything at the moment. Volleyball's the most important thing to me right now. Can't let some girl cloud my judgement, y'know? Can't take my eyes off the prize just yet-"

You shove your stool back, wincing when it clatters to the ground, catching the attention of every person in the small ramen shop.

"Woah," Suna breaks the silence, "Y/n, are you good?"

You take a deep breath, embarrassment sending a chill up your spine. "Yeah, um, sorry, I just don't feel very well. Think I ate something bad. I'll see you guys tomorrow, 'kay?"

You grab your backpack off of the ground, slinging it around your shoulders before taking off for the exit.

"Wait up," Atsumu says hurriedly, trying to catch up with you, "I'll walk ya home."

You shake your head, forcing yourself to put one foot in front of the other. "No thanks, I don't really think you should be around me. Might cloud your judgement or-"

"Y/n."

Atsumu grabs you by the back of the sleeve, yanking hard enough that you fall against him.

"Y/n," He says again. "I didn't mean that, angel. Ya had to have known I didn't mean that, right?"

You click your tongue, feeling mad at yourself when tears collect on your lash line.

You sigh dejectedly, "Atsumu, I love being your girlfriend..but lately it's like I'm not. I can't remember the last time you genuinely kissed me. I get that we wanted to keep this a secret, but I'm really starting to wish we never decided that because I want to be able to hold your hand and wear your jersey and I want you to be able to call me 'angel' in front of everyone. It just hurt that you said all of that. Whether you meant it or not. And I know it's dumb but hearing Ginjima talk about that girl flirting with you..it made me feel icky. I dunno-"

And for the second time in one night, Atsumu cuts you off.

"Baby," He breathes, gathering you into his arms. "I am so sorry. I don't want you to feel that way. I love you. I really do. I think I have since the day I found ya sitting on the sidewalk playing with worms after a rainstorm. All I've ever wanted to do is respect you and yer wishes, so if I'd known ya felt like this I wouldn't have been so closed off."

You press your face into his chest, breathing in the smell of his deodorant. "Can we stop being a secret, 'Tsumu? I'm sick of being secretive."

You feel him nod his head before his lips press against the top of your head. "Me too. It's hard to not be able to boast about my girl to all my friends. Did you know that she's the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on?"

"Is she?" You ask, heart in your throat.

"Yeah," He confirms, "And, don't tell her this, but sometimes I feel like my heart is reaching for hers. That's how in love with her I am."

You tilt your head back to look at him, nearly swooning when he whispers, "There she is. There's my beautiful girl."

Leaning up, you kiss him softly.

"Love you," You whisper, nudging your nose playfully against his.

"Who loves me?"

"I love you."

You can feel the way Atsumu grins before he returns the sentiment.

"I love ya, too, baby."

You take a deep breath, heels finding the ground as you suggest going back to the ramen shop to talk to the guys about your relationship.

"Ah," Atsumu says awkwardly, "Something tells me they already know."

You turn to find the Osamu, Suna, and Ginjima standing not far from you guys.

"How long have you been watching us?"

"Long enough to find out that you guys are together!" Ginjima says, accusation etched into his tone. Suna snorts, and nudges Osamu.

"Nah, we've known."

Ginjima raises his hand, "Hello? I didn't?"

Osamu deadpans, "No shit, Sherlock. Else you would've kept your big mouth shut and not upset the lady back there."

You're suddenly unsure of if you feel relieved that your relationship is out in the open or slightly afraid. Either way, all you know, is that you are loved, and for now, that is more than enough.

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Despite how big his physique is, it always amazes you how Wakatoshi can move so gracefully, as though each fibre of his being is as well trained as he is to make all his movements precise, like he couldn’t afford to waste a drop of energy on excess movement.

With your head still half in the clouds, you watched him carefully fill his luggage with the remaining items he hadn’t packed, doing so as quiet as he can. Minutes passed and you were almost fully awake when he turns to the direction of the bed, surprised to see you up, but he smiles nonetheless.

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SIMPLE COMPLICATION, MISCOMMUNICATION

cw: arguments aren’t fun :( suna is bad at communicating :( reader is frustrated and a tad insecure :( angst to fluff tho i swear, i was mad so i took it out on paper (and on rintaro)

The small crack of light creeping through your curtain feels equivalent to the burn of a hangover. 

The clock reads a reasonable almost ten in the morning, but your body dismisses the concept of time and aches for twelve more hours of sleep. You barely slept last night, tossing and turning for hours on end, all because of your stupid boyfriend. 

Suna’s terrible at communicating, no matter how many times you tell him. He’s human, prone to making mistakes and having his fair share of wheels that need greasing, but his avoidant communication skills are often the core of a handful of your arguments.

This time around, he’s been away for the week traveling with EJP—and while the travel is nothing new, you’ve only received a single phone call and four texts within the past week. 

Waking up with a pounding headache, you instantly groan at the thought of pulling yourself out of bed. Rintaro won’t be home for another day, which means another night of no sleep and spiraling worry. 

At this point, coffee may be your only saving grace.

Trudging into your kitchen with knotted hair and morning breath, you barely even open your eyes as you mindlessly navigate your way to the savior that is your coffee machine. 

However, your apartment isn’t as empty as you left it last night. 

“Yikes,” an unsuspecting yet familiar voice practically wheezes at your appearance. “You look like you slept well,” the voice oozes of nothing but sarcasm and instigation. 

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eternity in a moment

Pairing: Xiao x GN! Reader Warnings: none, just enjoy the fluff A/N: heard eternity in a moment and knew i needed to write something short and sweet for the lantern rite, so enjoy!

xiao goes by many names. alatus, the conqueror of demons, the guardian yaksha. he's so used to being a feared and revered figure in liyue. he knows that humans are wary of him, knows that his fellow adepti regard him with looks of sympathy when they see him standing alone atop wangshu inn.

there's always something troublesome that's going on around liyue. whether it's a new hilichurl camp, or treasure hoarders trying to sneak towards qingce village, xiao is there in an instant, mask donned over his features as he brandishes his weapon. he's made it clear, countless times to those who have sought him, that he should be seen as a weapon, and nothing more. it's dehumanizing, cruel, heartless, but xiao's lack of regard for himself has plagued him for so many years, his karmic debt slowly building.

but when he's with you, he's just xiao. he's the one who loves neatly decorated almond tofu and the crystalflies that flutter around the caves of guyun stone forest. when he's with you, the only titles around his name are the little petnames that you've tagged on when you call for him. when he's with you, the whispers in his head are cast away and he's unafraid to take a step back and indulge in a sweet moment with you.

because when he's with you, xiao feels at peace.

and the sight of you, smiling at him with two lanterns in your hand, one offered towards him with a blank thin strip of paper waiting for him to write something, is enough for him to melt. his fingers brush against yours, gentle and hesitant, but accepting nonetheless as he turns away from you to scribble something short onto that paper. you don't peek over at his wish, and he follows suit. and when you lift the lanterns to the sky, one of his arms wrapped around your waist to steady you from your spot on the branches that reach over the inn, the other pushing up the lantern, he can't help but glance over. the gentle glow of the lantern illuminates your features and he can't help but stare at the look of awe that paints your features.

he could spend all of eternity in this moment.

"happy lantern rite, i love you."

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