Kissing The Karasuno Boys For A Dare

Fatgum x baker!reader

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

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

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

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𝐑𝐄𝐂 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓!

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GENSHIN IMPACT: SMALL THINGS THEY DO WHEN YOU’RE DATING PART 1

includes: kaeya, diluc, zhongli, childe

trigger warnings: none

a/n: hello peeps!!! i’m back after not posting for super long and hopefully will be way more consistent now :D

KAEYA

kaeya will pinch you just to see you squirm

he uses his cryo vision to make his fingers extra cold

he finds it hot when you glare at him afterwards, swearing to all seven archons that you will kill him the next time he does it

kaeya will then try to hug you while you give him the silent treatment - but it doesn’t last long

you give in and accept the warmth of his embrace and the kisses he gives you as an apology for his stupid prank

beware, he will totally do it again

DILUC

diluc will go out of his way to make you a hot drink every morning

doesn’t matter whether it is coffee, tea, hot cocoa - you name it and he will have it ready in no time

he doesn’t care that he has maids at dawn winery; he will still always make it himself

it’s his way of expressing his appreciation for you

he also loves the way you hold the warm mug first thing after waking up - warming up your hands against the sides

ZHONGLI

zhongli is very old fashioned and will kiss the top of your hand every time he sees you

he adores the blush that graces your cheeks every time he does it

he just wants to treat you like the royalty he believes you are

tease him by pulling your hand away and he will give you the cutest pout, before lacing his fingers through yours

CHILDE

childe’s love language is gift giving - don’t even try to argue with me

while he loves to spoil you with expensive gifts, he also appreciates the simplicity of gifting you random objects that make him think of you

he sees a cool flower? he will pick it. funky rock lying in his path with cool little holes and swirling colours? you bet it’s yours.

you’re his sunshine, so nothing is ever too hard to get for you

if he ever catches you looking at an item while walking past a stand at the liyeu markets, he will secretly buy it for you - nothing slips by him

masterlist

a/n: i forgot how much I love writing these!!! who’s your favourite genshin character? i will do more parts with this prompt with other characters (all with adult characters)

Touches

Featuring: Xiao, Albedo, Gorou, Aether, Scaramouche, Kazuha x GN!Reader (separate)

Content Warning: none, v fluffy

How is physical affection with them?

Authors Note: I realize that this is similar to my other post, “Softly”, think of this as an “add on” but with more characters.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

Xiao’s a bit reluctant, seeing himself as a weapon, simple touches are foreign to him. But when you cup his cheeks, or press your lips to his forehead, or even rub your thumb against his bloodstained knuckles- it is hard to resist, especially yours.

So he reaches out, careful to not accidentally scare you or worse- hurt you. He lets himself rest against your body, hiding his face in your neck. He finds himself longing for your kisses, silently asking you by pressing his own against your lips. He found that his hands hold more than just the blood of his enemies, but your heart as well. He now understands why mortals- lovers- cannot get enough of each other.

-

Albedo had been stuck in thought, only one occupying his mind. He had wondered why he only thought of you: your hands holding onto his when excited, or when you lean your head against his shoulder when you feel tiredness. Not only that, but why he had a sudden craving for it.

It started with subtle touches: fingers tracing the features of your face, his own hands guiding yours when helping him with experiments, small forehead kisses when greeting you. However, he felt as if it wasn’t enough. It was only when you were around that he felt his thoughts calm, when he was able to hold you, keeping him grounded.

-

General Gorou felt appreciated when you didn’t ask about touching his ears and tail, only giving glances every once in a while. Though it soon turned into worry; did you not like those features about him, or did you know about his apprehensiveness due to his past encounters with nosy soldiers?

Those worries went away very soon after when you did start asking, not just to pet them but how it felt to have them. It made him happy that you had a genuine curiosity towards it, giving you full permission to touch them when in private with him. Even then, he felt the need to sometimes shove his face into yours, needing to have your fingers brush out the knots accumulated in his fur, or so he said.

-

Aether was happy that you were just as touchy as he was. He was happy that you let him hold your hand when walking, giving you light kisses on your cheeks when he said his ‘good mornings’ and ‘good nights’, hold you tight against him when he felt as if the whole world was against him.

He found you to be his anchor, his rock, the one person whom he felt comfortable enough to let them hold him the same way he would a lover. The way you hold him to you, letting your fingers weave through his hair and whispering quietly to him, it almost was surreal. He would hide his overwhelming joy in your neck, placing small kisses there as well.

-

Scaramouche, the man who shed tears in his sleep, was only comforted by the one he called his true love. A private man he was, only showing an ounce of attention towards you out of public eye, but would make it obvious to anyone else if need be.

Thumbs drying his tears, bringing his ear to the only other heart he needed, he would hold on to his lover like his life depended on it. He would sometimes question your willingness to be with him, but when you kissed his forehead and didn’t bring up his sleepless tears, he understood that there would be no one else like you. He vowed only to protect you from the cruelty of the world.

-

Kazuha’s touches were as light as his words, they would hold just as much meaning. His haikus and poems would depict the most beautiful of sceneries, however, his lips against your face and his hands holding your own would leave you wondering if they were actually about you.

Drunken nights were a rarity, a light buzz would leave you both to ignore the outside world while you bask in each other’s presence. His head would be placed under yours while his fingers traced random patterns against your soft skin. You, on the other hand, would be fixated on his hair, as soft as his words. Delicate whispers of love surround the space you both share.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

jean bf headcanons [p2]

hehe jean brain rot time + some more general headcanons mixed in :]

warnings: a little bit of fem! implied reader

- despite you both having your own designated spaces in the bed, the entire thing might as well be yours. You lay sprawled out on any side and Jean either lazily adjusts you or just squeezes into whatever space beside you

- movie nights at least once a week. Contrary to what his manly man behavior suggests, no, Jean does not want to watch this super scary horror movie

- He has a fear of clowns and dolls so when you pull out the Annabelle movies he's already sweating.

-"You sure you wanna watch this movie, baby?" "Je~ean, you're not scared, are you?" "Well, I-, no, of course not, I- I just- I don't want you to be scared."

- You see right through his façade but pick another movie anyway. If you both still watch the horror movie, you're holding and rubbing his hand the entire time, his face partially hidden in your neck as he tries to disguise his fear as cuddling.

- He tenses up when something scares him and tries to hold in any scream or cry, but if one does slip out he obviously disguises it as a cough. Yeah sure, Jean, a popcorn kernel totally got stuck in your throat conveniently at every jumpscare.

- summertime with Jean!! He loves seeing you in any swimsuit whether it's a one-piece or a bikini, even if you're wearing one of those little sheer cover-ups the entire time

- you both suck at making sand castles and they end up lopsided and looking like they've melted.

- definitely collects seashells for you. He hides the prettiest ones from you to get them made into necklaces/gifts and it's always a pleasant surprise. You keep them all tucked away in a cute little jewelry box and wear them out on dates.

- Jean has this sort of mundane superpower where's he really good at telling what things you really want. You don't even have to say anything. You pick up a pair of pants and only look at it for ten seconds, but Jean can somehow tell if you actually really like them or not. He claims you have a tell but won't let you know what it is.

- He will try out any game you tell him about at least once. Doesn't matter if it's a girly dress up game or a first person shooter, he'll try it anyway.

- LOVES running his fingers through your hair (or over your scalp if you have super short hair). Loves having his hands on or near your head/face in general. Gives you head pats and calls you a good girl/boy

- Sings while he cooks but only when you're not home/he thinks you can't hear him because it makes him a little shy.

- Loves to dress you up because he loves seeing you in clothes that he picked out for you. You're both be lazing around the house and he gets this urge to spoil you so grab your bag, ya'll are going shopping.

- He tells you to pick a colour or a style(and maybe the store) and while you're looking at stuff in the shop, he's using the criteria you gave him to pick an outfit for you, it's like a game for him.

“Are you warm enough?”

his voice echoes in the silent street, the midnight glow of the moonlight illuminating his face.

As he spoke a visible cloud of warm breath escaped as he once more pulled on your coat making sure you were securely wrapped around.

The teeth biting frost beginning to make his cheeks grow rosey, his steel eyes drawn upon your body making sure no part was left vulnerable to the cold.

He froze at your silence, looking up for a mere second only for his eyes to meet yours.

“What?” He asked.

Your chest grew heavy as you let out a sigh, warm clouds escaping from your mouth, “nothing, nothing.”

“Are you cold?” He repeated, his eyes glossy blinking back at the wintry chill of the night.

You shook your head, digging your hands into your pockets, desperately trying to grasp on to the warmth before it disappeared.

You began slowly step by step, toes curling at the bleak temperature. The footsteps of his matching yours perfectly, never relenting. The vibration echoing in the empty street, the moonlight guiding your steps.

Neither of you said anything, silence carrying you through although your mind buried with one question. Urging you to suddenly speak out yet your body refused to even speak of it.

You looked up at the dark sky, free of clouds and if you squinted perhaps a star or two accompanied the pale moon, guiding you home.

You were okay right now.

Maybe not later.

But with him next to you feeling okay was the only thing you could feel.

❝ THE WOMAN YOU WISHED TO BE ❞

↳ ft. GUIZHONG, ZHONGLI

「 GN! Reader, Angst to Fluff, Non-SAGAU 」

A/N﹕There honestly needs to be more actual Guizhong x Reader content. So, why not make some myself? Also, she may or may not be OOC-

ㅤYou were … disappointed. Disappointed in Zhongli. But you couldn’t bring yourself to just leave him … You wanted to, a lot actually, but for some reason you stuck to his side. And for what? To be called another name, that’s what.

ㅤIt felt like … he didn’t see you. He saw you as another woman. A woman that passed long ago, he saw through you. You’ve always wondered if you actually meant something to the consultant or if you were just “Guizhong” to him.

ㅤHe’s called you a name that don’t belong to you so many times, at this point you wonder why you even try to argue about it. It doesn’t change anything, no matter how many times you’ve confronted him about it, no matter how many times you’ve told him that isn’t your name.

ㅤYou hate the fact he was always so calm about it too, even if you confronted him, even during the arguments, even if he knew what he called you. You despised him. But your body can’t bring you to just separate from him. No matter how hard you try, you always just end up in another argument with him again.

ㅤYou wanted him to see you as your own person.

“But that won’t happen any time soon now, would it …”

ㅤSitting in a field of glaze lilies, you both hated and admired the said flower because it reminded you of who you are not, but it was so pretty and it meant something to you. You were beyond upset. You fled after another argument, too mad at Zhongli to shed any tears at this point.

ㅤYou glance at the field you were in, admiring the lovely design of the flowers. You hum some sort of song, picking a glaze lily up – endeared by its full bloom. You’ve always adored the charming blossoms, ever since you were a young child you’ve always wanted a whole garden of them. You exaggerated it a bit before but you still do have the same desire.

ㅤYou knew that Zhongli isn’t meant for you, you deserve better. You know that you were a fool to fall for him, his loving and charming exterior tricking you into being called another woman’s name for who knows how long. Speaking of …

“I feel sorry for you, darling.”

ㅤA voice startles you, a voice that feels like belongs to someone you’ve heard of. Especially someone that you’ve been mistaken as. You flinch when the said person sits next to you in the field, quite close in fact. You feel your face heat up, you try to – y’know, get your body to not do that when the person that you’re supposed to hate is right next to you.

ㅤAs Guizhong picks up the flowers, you look away in an attempt to hide your flushed face. You look back at the woman. She gives you a small smile, handing you a glaze lily – one that’s especially endearing. You hold the glaze lily dearly, so gentle, such a delicate touch.

“It’s for you, a sorry gift after how Rex Lapis has been treating you lately.”

“Wait wait wait, you knew all this time?”

ㅤYou look at her with a surprised expression. She chuckles and nods, explaining how she’s been watching over you, feeling pity from how many times her name has been called from the former Geo Archon directed to you. Someone that doesn’t deserve to be named one that you don’t own.

ㅤYou laugh and sigh, looking down at your knees. Guizhong takes notice and tries to comfort you, an idea popping up in her mind. She glances at the field before making a flower crown made of glaze lilies and silk flowers, fitting it on your head.

ㅤYou look above, putting your hand on your head, gasping softly as you feel your cheeks heat up again. You smile at the woman, scooting a bit closer to lean your head on her shoulder as you feel your eyelids become heavy.

ㅤShe giggles, placing a soft kiss on your forehead as she decorates your hair with glaze lilies, whispering soothing words to your ear. As your mind clouds with sleepiness and your vision goes blurry in a haze, you hear her voice before you fall into slumber.

“I will stay by your side until dust, dearest.”

random headcanons w/ some genshin boys

ingredients/serving size: random hcs + modern au + fluff + 529 words

calories: childe, diluc, kaeya, xiao + gender neutral reader

contains: lots of mentions of being flustered

childe would purposely turn the clock back or forward a few hours just to confuse you. he loves seeing your reaction for feeling embarrassed that you actually believed the prank (ever since then you always looked at your watch or phone to check the time instead of the clock)

sometimes childe will ruffle your hair and won't even realize it. it became a habit from doing it to his younger siblings (almost even rufffled zhongli's head once too but would never tell you that). he also accidentally calls you "kiddo" sometimes and will immediately laugh if you get flustered by it.

diluc would probably pull you closer to him if he sees someone suspicious or feels even just a little bit odd while the both of you are taking a walk. if you two weren't already holding hands, he would then reach for your hand and intertwine your fingers with his to make the both of you feel safer.

diluc also sets up a quiet alarm that rings a bit earlier than yours does (if you use one). he shuts it off really quickly to prevent you from waking up; he does all this because diluc wants to watch you sleep. no, not in a creepy way! he likes seeing you taking a rest after a tiring day and enjoys the peaceful atmosphere of his lover and the start of the day.

whenever you try to step out of a pool, kaeya almost always grabs your ankle and pulls you back in (don't worry he doesn't do it harshly, he always makes sure you fall into his arms). kaeya finds it cute on how you whine that the water is cold. he doesn't let you know that he wants to step out first so he can hold out your towel for you :)

you and kaeya have this thing where whenever he opens doors for you, he always says "for my dearest" and you say back "thank you my prince". sometimes you say "my knight in shining armor" and his heart flutters knowing that you always trust him enough to save you if you ever needed it one day. (if you're confused, usually the phrase "knight in shining armor" symbolizes a hero)

xiao barely sleeps and doesn't wake up early but when he does, he makes it a point to pull the curtains wide open and let the sun rays almost blind your eyes. he finds it cute on how you complain and tell him to close the curtains but of course he will never let a single soul know about that. bonus: xiao says that he will close the curtains if you cuddle with him and that request alone makes you flustered. (like the haughty xiao is initiating physical affection?? YESSIR)

xiao purposely leaves his gloves and other small articles of clothing around hoping you'll wear it. the first time he comes home to you wearing his gloves and commenting about how it looks on your hands, he is the one who's flustered this time. now, xiao usually offers his hoodies to you and softly smiles when you put them on and show it off to others/your friends.

[23:11] - SAKUSA

Sakusa doesn’t think he’s ever seen such beauty before, in all the years of him being alive, not once. He bashfully takes a peek at you, cheeks heating up and eyes glittering in awe. The way your hijab has been so elegantly and perfectly wrapped around your head, the colour suiting your skin tone perfectly.  Sakusa bites back a giggle as he revels in the way he can look at you once, twice and even thrice more. Savouring every glance he can, before you catch on to him. 

He debates on moving closer to you, pressing his thigh against yours, pulling your mendhi covered palm into his to hold onto forever, however long forever may last. He wants to hold your face ever so gently in his hands, the whole world in his palms, impossibly close to his own. He wants to feel your soft breath mingle with his.

He never thought he’d want to be this close to anyone, but Sakusa was getting restless at the thought of finally being able to hug you, to kiss your cheek, of you hugging back. He never thought he’d want to be touched by anyone so bad, but he figures you’re the exception. 

Finally, you turn to look at him, with a smile, finding him already staring at you with a blush on his face.

‘Like what you see omi?’ you giggle, turning into a laugh when you see his blush intensify at your words and being caught. Sakusa looks down in slight shame and fiddles with his fingers. You decide not to push him any further, opting to reach out for his hand instead.

You gently hold his fingers between yours and Sakusa looks up, feeling the sparks jolt through him, his eyes locking with yours. Another smile graces Sakusa’s face. He’s never smiled this much in a day, he thinks to himself. And here you are being the cause of every single one. 

Sakusa grips onto your fingers tighter and pulls your hand firmly into his, lifting it up to press a kiss to the back of your hand. You feel a warmth spreading from where his lips touched to the rest of your body, and now, it’s your turn, for your face to heat up and look away. For the a millionth time that day, Sakusa beamed, from ear to ear.  

He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

[a/n: for all my beautiful hijabis out there. just know that you’re all valid and that you’re all beautiful and that i see you! i’ve got so much respect for you all and keep doing what you do. you’re all amazing and gorgeous and don’t let any man, woman or person make you feel otherwise.]

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Tokyo Revengers: Flashing Scenes #1

────────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──────── Loss (Shinichiro Sano x Fem. Reader)

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The sea was brimming with the shades smudged up on it by the dull sun hanging over the sad New Year sky.

It had been two years. Two years since the last time Mikey saw this very sun rose up from the east with his people. His people. It was a precious collection of faces that could burn up his soul even when this life had turn it into ashes.

Time... it was beautiful with them.

"Are you missing them too, Taiyaki-san?" mumbled Mikey to his beloved fish-shaped cookie. "Are they missing me too...? I wonder whether Kenchin is doing good or not these days. Because... last night, Emma requested me to check up on him. But you know, I just could not..."

"...why so?"

Came a voice and Mikey frowned.

"You can speak Taiyaki-san?" he said. For a second he thought, with extreme bewilderment, that it was his beloved cookie who asked the question out of his sentence.

However, when Mikey heard the same voice giggle at his foolish words, it became clear to him that it wasn't the case as he pronounced.

For when he turned his head slightly to his left, he found a female leaning against the wharf on which he was sitting beside the ocean port.

She turned her face towards him and Mikey watched the cruel January winds ruffling its fingers past through her (h/c) tresses.

"Such a beautiful morning, isn't it, Mikey?" said the female, smiling a warm smile. "Such a beautiful season to miss your loved ones."

"Who are you?" Mikey asked with the frown settled on his lips deepening.

Exactly.

Who was she?

Coming out of nowhere.

Calling him by his name.

But it seemed, as though she was not in the mood to answer his question as she parted her lips to speak again.

"Shinichiro always used to say that one must always sway away from meddling with the evil. Because it's consuming. The evil. It's treacherous. It came in the night to creep up your chest. To cut through your fibres. To make home inside your heart."

'Huh? Is she delusional?' Mikey thought and said, "what do you mean by this?"

"You know very well already, Mikey."

No he don't.

And how dare she call his name in the same manner his late brother used to say.

"He won't be happy to see you like this, Mikey. All this blood and violence, he never approved of this style and I don't think so that he ever wanted his little brother to engage himself with such things too."

She tilted her head. Her (e/c) orbs took to gaze into his own black ones and Mikey felt them peering deep inside his tattered soul.

"It's been so long..." she mumbled and tore her irises away to look up at the hazy winter sky.

"Let all those who left you live through your sufferings, Mikey. But don't let the void their absence created being filled with anything but sweet memories you made with them... okay?"

The female leaned away from the wharf and took to rummage her hand inside her bag. From inside it, she pulled out a pack of Dorayaki and placed it before him.

"Happy New Year, young Sano. May this year bring you back to warmth."

And, she raised her hand. Brought it closer towards his face so her fingers could grace his cold skin.

The touch...

It was like she just dusted off all of his bad corners.

How could someone who you only met could feel so much like home?

"Who are you?" Mikey asked. This time hoping that she would reply. But all he got in return was her sweet smile.

"Ask your brother," the (h/c) haired female said. "He will tell you about me." And with this, she turned to leave.

But in the process, Mikey caught a hold of a glinting necklace that stayed hanging to her neck.

He knew this necklace...

In his memories. He had seen it in them.

And, he felt, images pouring before his eyes. He felt them carrying him away.

Away... to that day.

"Woah! This is so beautiful, big bro! Can I have it?" Emma chimed. Her eyes shining with admiration as she sat, looking down at a quiet simple floral necklace.

"What are you talking about?" Shinichiro said, looking over his shoulder.

He jumped, the moment he noticed what Emma was referring. Jogging to her, he tried to take the necklace but she hid it behind her back.

"Uh! Emma! Give it back to big bro— from where you found it?"

"It just fell from your pocket," said Emma. "Now, can I have it, please? It's so pretty." She requested. Batting her lashes innocently but Shinichiro shook his head. With a soft face he said, "I will buy you another, Emma. One more prettier than this, okay?"

"No! I want this one!"

"Understand it, Emma," Shinichiro panicked, watching Emma being ready to unleash her stubborn side.

"Pwease, big bro—"

"—Emma, I said I'll buy you another—"

"And as you can see, this is the live footage of two Sanos fighting over a cheap necklace. Behaving like irrational donkeys like always—"

"MIKEY!!"

Now he could see it...

She was there...

There behind Shinichiro's panicky face. There behind his "I might be late for lunch todays."

She was there. That day. She was the one yelling at him for getting into the meaningless fights over the telephone line.

She was his...

"Who's Gourmet Cream, Shinichiro?"

I remember asking him. I remember him choking over his soup. I remember him snatching his phone and blushing for straight one hour.

"Come inside, (f/n)," said Wakasa with tears strolling down his face. "Shin needs you to put his soul to rest..."

She was there.

There outside the church.

Playing hide-and-seek with the shadows. Mourning with the tunes played by her cracking heart.

Her knuckles... they were all white.

Because she was clutching onto that floral necklace so hard. It was as if... as if it was whispering something to her.

As if it was the only thread stringing life into her.

I remember her.

She was big bro's twenty-first proposal and his only yes.

Heh!

And she was his Gourmet Cream.

So, Shinichiro, does that mean that she is broken from the same place as I am?

Does she have this same wound.

The wound which I call....

loss?