Haha I Wrote Todoroki X Reader Fanfiction

Gimme all your rodytodobakudeku thoughts, yo. I'm here for the poly love.

@allyru Thank you so much for asking!!

Alrighty, buckle in my friends. This might get long. I've got a lot of feelings for these four. Lol.

💜 PART 1/2 💜

Bakugou:

Is at first super jealous and annoyed.

He's already gotta deal with Icy Hot.

Why this Blade-Haired Hobo Extra now as well???

It's not like he's attractive. (He totally finds him attractive. That's why he's so mad.)

Also, he's witty as fuck so he can't just talk over the dude like he does everyone else.

He hates that.

Also the kid never seems fazed when Bakugou is Bakugou.

Just shrugs and grins and says nothing. Sometimes whistles innocently. Yeah, stuff he knows is gonna annoy Bakugou.

It totally does.

Is shocked when Izuku admits to all three of them one day that he wants to date all three of them.

They all agree to dating Izuku but it's a rivalry between the three of who can be best boyfriend until all four of them start dating each other.

Who am I kidding? It's still a rivalry with these three much to Deku's chagrin.

Bakugou finds Pino very cute but hell will freeze over before he tells anyone. He calls the little soul bird "that damn feather duster" (affectionate).

Todoroki:

Is constantly taking Rody's sarcasm as serious.

Rody finds this hilarious.

Starts doing that thing that people do with little kids making them say bad words or random ridiculousness.

Izuku gets upset with Rody for this even if he is a little amused.

Bakugou is hella amused but isn't going to give Rody the pleasure of knowing that.

Once they become friends and then start dating tries to help Shouto learn the difference between face-value information, sarcasm, and joking, etc.

Still does the make him say stuff sometimes because it's fun and Shouto is a good sport.

Shouto finds Pino very sweet and often she sits on his shoulders and sleeps.

Is the one all three come to even quiet time is needed. No words need to be said either.

They each have their own tells when they need quiet Shouto time.

With Bakugou he just angrily throws himself onto the couch and glares until Shouto silently pats his lap at which time Bakugou lays his head in it and Shouto runs his fingers through Bakugou's hair. - "Only because you're taking up half the couch." "I know."

With Izuku he will just walk up to him then second guess himself and start walking off until Shouto stops him and takes his hand, lacing their fingers together. - "Let's take a walk around campus for awhile?" "... thank you~"

With Rody its a little harder what with the way his witicism and sarcasm kinda hide what he's really feeling but you know who can help with that... that's right! Pino! And boy does she! When Rody needs quiet time with Shouto she'll literally attempt to turn Shouto's head to look at Rody. He still doesn't really 'see' what she wants him to see. He's not really good with subtlety guys, give the boy a break. But he'll come to realize that when Pino is trying to get his attention where it comes to Rody, something's gotta be done and soon. Especially once they are dating. (Shouto is the best damn boyfriend no matter his partner(s) and you can fight me on this.) *after Pino has gotten his attention* "Hey, Rody?" "Hm?" "Want to get out of here? My sister invited me to dinner if you want to join me? I'm sure she'd love to see you again." "... yeah okay. Sounds good." *Rody tries to shrug it off but I've look at Pino let's Shouto know he done good. Sometimes she'll even give him a thumbs up.*

There you go!!! Here's Part 1 of 2!! Hope you all enjoy!!

:D Also tagging @lynlys, @beyblader04, and id tag the anon too if I could who sent an ask for some as well! (Part 2 will be on @lynlys's ask!)

what would you do if i die?

characters: diluc, xiao, zhongli

genre: fluff, angst, comfort

warnings: nicknames, mentions of death, kinda ooc, lowercase intended, unedited, not proofread

author's note: this is my first time writing for genshin characters, this'll be kinda bad bcs i haven't write in a while :/ and i just played genshin for a month so it'll probably be ooc. but still, i hope you can enjoy reading this!

DILUC

both you and diluc were just strolling around mondstadt with a comfortable silence until you decided to ask the question you've been wanting to ask. "what would you do if i die?" you asked, gaining diluc's attention. you saw him getting surprised from the corner of your eyes. but you stared at him instead, waiting for his answer.

"i'm not answering that question." he replied before walking away from you, leaving you behind. your eyebrows twitched at his response as you follow him along, keeping up your pace to be even with him. "that's not fair, diluc." you huffed, crossing your arms, not sparing a glance at him.

"no, you are not fair. why would you ask something like that? i don't want to lose you, y/n. stop playing around with jokes like that." he argued, his voice coming out harsher than what he had expected. his sudden tone made you surprised. seeing your reactions, diluc sighed and pulled you into a hug.

"i'm sorry for bursting out, but please don't joke around like that."

XIAO

"xiao, what would you do if i die?" you called out. you were currently alone in wangshu inn, waiting for xiao to come. until you decided to call him instead since it seemed like he's not coming anytime soon. right after you asked the question, xiao appeared in front of you.

he looked at you up and down, checking around if there might be something bothering you or if you're hurt anywhere. "well, hi. i was waiting for you." you said, acting like you didn't just ask something so serious. xiao stared at you with his blank face.

"don't ask something like that, i hate it." he muttered, his eyes looking everywhere but you. you smile lightly looking at him. "i'm sorry, love. it was supposed to be a joke, forgive me, yeah?" you whispered, taking one of is hand into yours. "yeah whatever, i got this for you. i struggeled while choosing it, that's why i'm late." he mumbles, giving you a pretty hairpin he bought in liyue earlier.

ZHONGLI

"dear, are you busy?" you peeked through the door of zhongli's office. hearing your voice shifted his attention from his paperworks to you. "hm? i'm not. do you need anything, love?" he asked, his hand motioning for you to come closer. "nothing! i was pretty bored so i decided to come here and look at this— i brought you lunch!"

zhongli smiled looking at you, taking a chair for you to sit beside him. he waited for you to sit on the chair and gave you a kiss once you sit. "thank you darling." he said, opening the lunch box that you've brought for him. you both ate in silence, only having small conversations here and there. until you asked something to break the silence.

"what would you do if i die?" you asked casually. zhongli coughed once you finished your sentence. you hurriedly took a glass of water and hand it to him. "hey, are you okay? i'm sorry, i shouldn't have asked you that kind of question when you're eating." you muttered, slightly embarrased.

once zhongli had calmed down, he hold your hand and caressed your hand with his thumb. "is something bothering you? please tell me." he questioned. "love, it's nothing! it's supposed to be a joke i guess, i'm sorry if i made you worried." you explained. he let out a relieved sigh and gave you a hug.

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I SEE THE LIGHT

what would have happened if they weren’t interrupted? // a tangled AU

WELP HERE IT IS! my piece for @awilddreamermain ‘s when the clock strikes midnight collab! this was such a wonderful dreamy thing to write- and keigo as eugene ?? yeah <3 ((I’ve always wanted to dress up like rapunzel for Halloween so I’m glad that this is gonna be posted on the 31st,,, it’s like I’m rapunzel in spirit))

also a very special thank you to @blvckjvckvls and @omiishii for helping me and encouraging me though this <3

pairing: flynn ryder! hawks x rapunzel! reader

genre: tooth rotting fluff

word count: 1.2k

warnings: uh.. um.. maybe like a little bit of anxiety, first kiss, purposely lower-cased words

warmth. you were surrounded by so much warmth on such a clear, brisk night.

warmth of the speckling yellow and orange hues throughout the night’s sky; cozy glows of the already floating lanterns that waft around you.

warmth from the fire that licked the palm of your hands whenever you reached out to save a flame-lit lantern from being snuffed out by wandering too close to the water.

warmth from his eyes; molten gold twinkling at you with a gaze that made you feel like you were more than just some adventure. Keigo was looking at you like you were worth more than one thousand of those crystaled crowns he was looking for; like you were worth more than your hair. your pessimistic mother was convinced that it wasn’t possible. she guffawed when you told her that you met someone; her first reaction was to tell you that he was only going to leave you once he got what he wanted out of you-- but she wasn't there to see the dullness of his eyes soften after every passing hour until his irises were puddles of rich adoration.

that couldn’t possibly be a lie, right?

you felt a heaviness settle at the pit of your stomach, remembering what was hidden in your bag-- how it got there and why you were in this breathtaking scenery in the first place.

suddenly, in an unwanted head rush, everything became a bit too much, a bit too fast. thousands of thoughts racing a mile a minute only to come to a harsh halt at a wall of guilt.

the journey between the two of you couldn’t continue on, not like this; not when he’s the only reason that you’re able to experience your lifelong dream— with the wannabe stars floating so closely around the two of you, reflecting off of the stilled ocean, the guilt became insufferable.

the heaviness twists in your stomach as your heart makes its way to the base of your throat, making it difficult for the words to form, but the first sound escapes your mouth soon before you’re mentally ready.

when you turn away from your view of the castle, his attention is already on you. he’s holding two paper lanterns, both lit and ready to be set free.

your very own lanterns.

“haw-k-Keigo?”

he only blinks up at you and slightly leans in, a soft smile eased on his lips, inching the lanterns towards you.

letting out a broken sigh-- a vulnerable smile still in play-- you try to ignore the sinking feeling at the pit of your stomach and attempt to let your gratefulness take over as you climb onto the bench across from him.

he had gotten you lanterns to make living your dream even better.

you let out a hum, gathering your thoughts together; it was now or never.

patting the tops of your knees, you swallow your fear, “i have something for you too.”

catching a glimpse of his shoulders slightly sagging, you force yourself to follow through in grabbing the satchel.

holding it in front of him, you hope he didn’t see your facade falter as the look of realization took over his features when he saw the infamous purse.

you didn’t wait for him to say anything, “i should have given this to you before but, i was just scared.” pausing for a moment, trying to keep all incoming thoughts rational as you see his facial expression change, “and the thing is… i'm not scared anymore.” you shift, looking down, trying to think of anything else to say. when you look up, he’s smiling at you, creating a little flutter of your heart, “ you know what I mean?”

when he lifts his hand towards the bag, you stiffen— heart stopped and head racing- just waiting for him to pull the bag out of your grasp. but as you watch his big hand caresses the top of the bag before pushing it down, he says softly,

“i'm starting to.”

your heartbeat pulses throughout your whole body as your cheeks fill with heat, being unable to stop yourself from smiling.

once again he inches the lantern towards you, and this time you take it without hesitation, pausing for a mere second before simultaneously letting it float up with Keigo’s.

the two twirl around each other in a mesmerizingly graceful dance, joining the other lanterns twinkling in the atmosphere above you. you stay entranced for a bit until you feel your eyes zone out of focus— completely content in the moment.

the number of lanterns had tripled since the beginning of the event; now thousands of different shades, sizes, and variations of warm hues of pinks, oranges, yellows dotted your surroundings, illuminating the world in such a dreamy way-- you weren’t sure if you were actually awake.

instead of a pinch, what broke the trance were two warm hands enveloping yours.

you look up at Keigo, big doe eyes meeting steady and sure eyes- now taking in the other.

suddenly, the difference hit you in an instant. where before you would see a blazing fire for adventure behind his eyes, you now saw a future- warm and real and bright.

you feel him pull you closer, inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, until the distance between you two was full of heart-pounding tension.

the comforting warmth from one of his hands left yours, only to brush a stray hair out from your face— adding it to the bang tucked behind your ear— then finding solace caressing your jaw, a thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek.

instinctively, your eyes flutter shut, the last image imprinted in your mind was his gaze lingering on your lips.

you’ve heard about instances like this; in all the novels you’ve read where the tension between characters is high, the only resolution is a sweet kiss. a small exchange of intimacy in such a vulnerable moment.

heart hammering in your chest, your head shut down when you felt his breath on your face— his lips oh so close to your own.

there was a moment where the world around you became silent in anticipation; waiting for a move to be made, for the warmth of his lips, for the anxiety to settle.

it wasn’t what you’d expected.

described in your books, your first kiss is some magical experience where the sun shines bright and birds chirp a cheerful song or colorful fireworks of red, pink, and white explode in tune with your pounding heart beat.

it wasn’t like that.

it was a little peck, not too fast but not too slow either. not overpowering or limp. just a gentle peck.

when he pulled away, he was hesitant with absolutely no reason to be.

following the urge to do so, you cupped his face with both hands and kept him steady as you quickly leaned back in.

the impact was a bit clumsy, causing the flighty man to rumble out a chuckle, but he easily helped you ground the kiss by falling in synch with your movements. lips melded together in a welcomed embrace and the world around you became a blur; all you could focus on was just how secure his warmth could make you feel.

drunkenly sneaking back into the kamisato estate is more difficult than you thought it would be. the fact that you couldn’t see properly in the dark with your woozy vision or how ayato has his hands glue gripped to your waist, it was proving to be quite a mission. he’d be standing behind you, head in the crook of your neck and his breath smelling like the cheap inazuma beer because apparently it gets you drunk quicker. that proves to be true as you try and slide the key into the door to his private quarters at the back of the estate.

“ayato wait… wait… just let me open this-“

but he cuts you off, sneaking his head around to peck your lips to which you lean into despite your mission. he’s useless at this moment with a one track mind.

“mhm just twist the key baby, it’s not hard.” he murmurs, kissing up your neck and you’re trying to open the door.

you whine, even stamping your foot, “then why isn’t it—“ and all of a sudden you both fall forward into his quarters like bowling pins, ayato’s hand flying to your stomach to stop you from falling on your face.

“good job, i knew you could do it,” and ayato continues what he wanted to do outside, now pushing you against the closed door and pressing his lips to yours, sliding his hand to your ass and squeezing. you mumble a little moan and ayato’s about to stick his tongue in your mouth before you’re rudely interrupted.

“ahem. brother?”

you scream, covering your mouth with your hand and gripping ayatos arm with your other. ayato, however, doesn’t even jump, just slowly turns around and sighs. his little sister, ayaka is perched on one of the chairs, all curled up with a book with the moonlight guiding her along the pages.

“sister. go to bed.” he deadpans. what does a man have to do to just kiss his girlfriend in peace? he tries to sneak his arm back around you but you shrug him off.

“let’s go to my room nooow.”

“sorry you had to see that, kamisato-sama.” you bow, and you hold your head when you come back up from the quick motion in your drunken state. ayaka covers her mouth to hide her laugh.

“what are you doing? baby, let’s go,” ayato whines beside you but you look at him wide eyed.

“she’s a kamisato! i don’t want a bad impression!”

“what? so am i!”

taking a bubble bath with them

completely sfw headcanons of taking a bubble bath with some genshin characters after having a bad day :)

pairings: childe, scaramouche, xiao with gender neutral reader

cautions: mentions of scars in childe's part, but other than that just comfort fluff :) can be seen as normal or modern au, but it is mentioned that xiao is an adeptus

childe ×

childe doesn't mind bubble baths, it's just that he's busy all the time and not at home because of his job. however, if he hears that you're having a bad day and in need of a self-care bubble bath, he's there at your service right away!

... but it's chaotic, that's for sure

there's no promise that you won't get soap in your eyes, and the water may or may not splash out of the bath tub, but childe's laughter and cheeriness makes up for everything

he tries anything he can to bring a smile to your face: giving himself a beard with soapy bubbles (and pouting when you say he can't grown one of his own), jokingly shaking the water droplets out of his hair everywhere to make you yelp in surprise, and taking some bubbles and putting it on the tip of your nose to call you rudolph. (yk, the red nose reindeer)

he will keep talking if you want something to fill in the silence. his whole goal is to distract you from any negativity and cheer you up in the meantime anyway (he also attempts to make animals shapes out of bubbles to impress you, but ends up failing every time)

if you let him, childe would love to hold your elbows in the palms of his hands to see if you have any scars on your arms. if you don't have any, he ends up just putting bubbles all over your arms and drawing random things out of them. if you do have scars on your arms, however, he kisses them all even if there are bubbles on them and just gives you a sweet goofy smile afterwards :'(

throws bubbles onto the bathroom wall to be a nuisance and to make you lightly scold him; seeing you sad makes him sad too, so just hearing you raise your voice a little bit in a not serious scold makes him happy! (even if that sounds weird in a way)

childe definitely steps out of the bathtub first to hold out your towel and give you big warm hug when you step into his embrace

he also demands offers to dry your hair and/or just yourself in general, and rushes to prepare all your clothes for you if it wasn't prepared already

but he also says that you guys don't have to dry yourselves off and just get a cold the next day... then he'll get to skip work and stay at home with you all day, right?

his joke earns him a playful flick to the forehead (well, if you can reach it)

all in all, the best person to take a bubble bath with after having a stressful day cause you really can't help the smile that makes its way to your face :)

scaramouche ×

are... are you sure you want to take a bubble bath with him??

scara doesn't take baths often (usually showers), but if he does take a bath it's probably a result of a stressful day with a need of a relaxful evening.

however... if he hears that you had a bad day? he goes straight home after work to get hot water running in the bath tub. (he tries to tell you to take a bath with him but in the end it just sounds like he's ordering you to hop in and wash up, you still get the message though TT)

he'll glare if he sees water go over the edge of the tub and onto the floor, but he doesn't do anything about it. he just sits in your presence and secretly hopes that will cheer you up (spoiler: it kinda does, soft scaramouche is really sweet)

he doesn't talk much, but the things he says are all related to asking if you're okay with things. for example, things like "is the water warm enough?" or "do you want to sit here instead?" or even "...do you want me to massage your shoulders?"

if you tease him for suddenly being nice, he just closes his mouth and glares at the wall for the rest of the bath time duration (but really, he wants to help you but doesn't really know how)

scaramouche just sits there and lets you do what you please, like decorating him in bubbles or attempting to shape his wet hair. it definitely cheers you up to see him not angry and just calm for once, his eyes closed from relaxing into your touch.

if he's really, really touched starved, he'll just reach over without a word and pull you into a back hug and hide his face in your hair (even if it's wet)

like childe, he steps out of the bath tub before you do. unlike childe, he grabs the towel without hesitation and (a bit roughly) picks you up and wraps you in it. he just claims that it wouldn't be good if you have gotten a cold, so you "better dry up or else"

xiao ×

in all honesty, he doesn't know how to cheer you up. xiao might be an adeptus that has lived around mortals for a long time, but you're the only mortal that makes confusing feelings thrive throughout his body fast and make his heart pound even faster.

he can be clueless, but he's definitely at least smart. he figures something relaxing should be able to bring your mood up, right? (he does doubt himself though)

the moment you return to your shared residence with xiao, you can hear the water running and him calling your name from the bathroom (how ironic since you're the one usually calling his name..)

he doesn't actually sit in the bath with you; instead, he sits outside the tub with your back facing to him from inside it. he also doesn't talk much with the belief that you'll need your own time and silence to heal.

xiao offers to wash your hair and when he does, he takes his time and tends to you with gentle hands. the feeling of his fingers carding through your hair and lightly massaging your scalp unsurprisingly soothes all your nerves, and it's difficult not to just melt into his touch. if the water gets too cold, he quickly drains it and replaces it with warmer water/any water at the temperature you want (but obviously he doesn't do it too much and wastes water)

not only that, he puts his hand against your forehead so none of the soap gets in your eyes while he soaks your hair with water to get out all the bubbles. xiao also silently offers to massage your shoulders by doing it once and looking over your shoulder to check your reaction, and his calloused hands still feel so relaxing rolling out all the tension off your back and neck

kisses the back of your head before getting up to get you a big towel to dry you off :( <3

he one-hundred percent asks if you're feeling better afterwards, even if there is hesitance evident in his voice. xiao hasn't been intimate with anyone else, especially mortals, so he wants to know if he can be a partner of yours that you're comfortable and happy with. he might need that a lot of reassurance from you that he is, but all in all also someone who will drop everything to go over to you and cheer you up :)

tags: @noirkkat, @tiny-aroace, @yunaholics, @abyssheart, @starglitterz, @blisschi, @heavensbeloved, @mystic-helena, @xmellows, @rim0na, @glazelilyy, @yanbub, @urujiako, @zaultar, @seerie, @blossomiich, @mikachuchu, @bluexiao, @akinokisetsu, @childe-support, @ariesreii, @storytravelled, @aelatus, @give-xiao-almond-tofu, @afchicken, @almondoufu, @chichikoi

𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 — 𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢

Pairing: Dabi x genderneutral!reader

Warnings: Fluff, this is so domestic and sweet, you might need some tissues in case you start crying.

Summary: After staying over at your place and waking up earlier than you, Dabi decides to make you breakfast.

A/N: This started as a short drabble and evolved into a whole fic because I couldn’t contain myself. Domestic!Dabi just hits different and I just really liked the idea with Dabi attempting to cook for you as a sign of his love. I’m still not really satisfied with it, but I didn’t want to keep this in my drafts any longer.

Word count: 1.584 words

MASTERLIST

Dabi doesn’t remember the last time he stood in a clean kitchen and made breakfast for someone. It leaves him with a strange sense of domesticity as he rummages through endless cabinets and drawers to find a frying pan for some stupid eggs, pushing pots and other kitchen utensils aside with loud clanging to reach what he needs for his experimental cooking.

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Having a S/O that is a Marching Band student (ft. Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, and Kaeya)

summary: genshin impact characters reacting to having a s/o that is a marching band student

gn reader!

warning(s): mentions of injuries

(A/N: hey y'all, I'm here with another headcannon but first let me explain a little that are in marching band. First there are sections, these includes..

Brass: trumpets, tubas and others

Percussion: drums, keyboards and similar to those

ColorGuard: They usually the ones who dances with flags, rifles, and sabers

and one more thing, there's a thing called display. These are usually used for competition and usually people will train in the fields and create formations... so yeah...let's get into the hc)

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Diluc:

The man is curious what is a marching band

He heard about it before but dont know what exactly it is

When you first date him, he's quite fascinated that you have no problem standing in the middle of the hot day (the man's face is already red and sweaty)

Diluc is also fascinated by how fast and long you could run, and your breathing is still quite stable

One day, you said to him to come to a field where your team train, he was confused why but he came anyway

That's where he learn that you were a marching band student

What really got him more attracted is that you're a brass player

Seeing you walking or running around the field and play an instrument that needs a lot of control in breathing, he's just...amazed

He even once asked you to play a song for him UwU

From that day, he always come to visit you practice, he even supports you

Diluc once asked you to help him train like running for 2-30 minutes to make sure his endurance is good :)

He even asked you teach him how to play your instrument

But the thing that Diluc constantly worried about you is that sometimes you got injured while practicing

Sometimes you come home with bandages on. He literally almost cried seeing you in that state

But you always reassure him that it's normal to get injured

One other thing that makes him worried the most is that you always forced yourself to practice when you are literally sick :(

When you got home one day, he sees your that your face is really red due to the fever you were having. You could BARELY move the next day and he cried inside...

Diluc just wanted you to take care of yourself because you forget to rest and who knows for how long you've been practicing

All in all, he really loves you and supports your activities. He tries to be there when you got injured after practice or just to take care of you :)

"You know, I just wish that you would take care of yourself and know your limits, it hurts me to see you forcing the energy out of you.. get some rest alright, I'll be here if you need anything"

Childe:

Childe. Wants. To. Become. A. Marching Band. Student. With. Youuuu

He was really excited that you were one of it

Especially when he found out that your a Colorguard, he's literally happy

Childe always asks you to teach him how to dance with a flag, he's always messed up and got hurt -_-

Thanks to your position as a Colorguard, he teaches you how to use a weapon much easier

He wanted to have a light and flexible body just like you, sometimes when battling, he looked at you like you were dancing while moving your weapon

Ngl sometimes he got jealous because you were dancing with another boy beside him

He knows that the coach who wants you to perform with that boy, but he's just REALLY wanted to dance like that with you in the field

"Your back, how's practice?" he asks

"Oh it's great actually, I actually have a part where I would dance with a boy" you said casually

The man is literally about to flop the table

"WHAT?! you with another boy, YOU could only dance with me" he said with a pouty face

You find it cute that he wanted to be in that boy's position

"Fine...if you want it so bad Childe..I'll teach you the dance privately, is that good enough?" you offered him

He feels a lot better though, but he could really wish that was him you were performing with

Also, he sometimes almost cried seeing you looked bang up, bruises on your arms and legs

Now Childe REALLY wants to be with you all the time

So, being a boyfriend that he is, he wanted to make sure that you're well rested and fully healed from your injuries

"Oh hey you're back, go ahead and take a shower while I cook dinner for us and maybe after that we could watch a movie or cuddle in bed, I'll also wanted to check if your wounds are started to heal"

Kaeya:

Firstly, Kaeya really wanted to know where and when did you learn how to dance really well

So, when you said you couldn't go on a date with him today because you were attending something, he secretly follows where you're going

When he got to your place, he finally found out that your a colorguard

One thing that caught his attention was you were dancing with a saber (something like a sword)

You were just dancing and moving around swiftly yet elegantly with it

"I don't know you were a part of a marching band, is that why you were always quite busy?" he said

You nodded at him and tell him that you were in the team for almost 3 years now

He was really amused and wanted to learn from you especially how to dance with the saber

To your surprise, he understand it quite quickly, you even teach him how to dance with a rifle and a flag

Sometimes when you came back from the field, you and Kaeya would dance together, and maybe he will consider it as a date <3

Kaeya really loves it when you wear a costume for your performance

He really wants to wear it too so you can be a couple lol

One thing that makes him worry is that there's a move where you have to toss your rifle really high and you have to catch it

He worries that it will hit you especially your head, Kaeya just prays that you'll be safe at all cost

He will usually checked up on you after practice, if you have several injuries, he'll take care of you or take you to Barbara

He loves and adore what you're doing, he'll try to help as much as he could to help you recover

"Back so early today huh? Come here and sit down, I'll checked you up if you have any injuries and not to worry, I already worked on your commissions for today ;)"

Zhongli:

Zhongli always wonders where did you get your discipline manners and skills at playing the piano came from

You always tell him that you learned it from an extra class at school, but he's still curious tho..

One day, he walked past by a field and he sees a bunch of teens in the field with..instruments?

So, he take a look for himself and... wait is that you?

You were playing a marimba, you were very skillfully when playing it

The elegant sound that you produce and your tiny little movements really capture his attention

Especially when you play the marimba with 2 sticks in each hand, one thing that's in his mind is that, HOW did you manage to move it quickly

After practice he came to you, "So, you're a marching band student, i always wonder what they are actually, and i found it fascinating" he said

After comming back he asks you a TON of questions about marching band, and you happily answered it

From that day, he sometimes asked you to teach him how to play the marimba

And after that, the poor man's hand was really sore..so he wonders if it hurts to play like that for a longgg time

You said yes of course, you even said that you cut by the sticks while playing it and that even a drop of water could be very painful when it hit your hand... :(

Zhongli LITERALLY surprised that you have to go through that condition and said it's really normal

The man is literally stocking some medicines and bandages in the house so you could use them whenever your hands hurt

When he sees your hands got bandages, he'll help you finish up some chores so you don't really have to feel any pain when you're using water

Zhongli is always amused by you and couldn't help but fall for you even more when you do something amazing like this <3

"Your hands are still bandaged, so let me took care of the work in the house. You can go and get some rest, and I'll be sure to get the supplies you need"

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(A/N: welp, that's all I could write for this one, and I wrote this because me and my friends are marching bands students ehe (we are brass players btw) ..so i decided to make this.. i hope you enjoy it, byee)

If you want to request, here are the rules that you need to understand, requests are open, tehee

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HEADCANONS + VARIOUS || daydreaming reader au

note: I got an ask about what would the second years of Jujutsu Tech do if their fellow classmates, and soon I was flooded by all the prompts to the point where I get inspired to do this lmao. honestly, this is just a self indulgent hcs for me cx i hope you enjoy tho! you can find all of my asks under the #daydreaming!reader and see all the original prompts and the original ask too!

also this is so long wtf lol - i went insane 

original commenter: @currentlydaydreamingsworld

pronouns: she/her 

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the youngest heir to her clan, she is considered to be the baby of the family - so she was treated like one. yet she possesses so much potential that it was a given that she was going to become a sorcerer

that being said though, she is just naturally the way she is - always having her head in the clouds,  oblivious to the people and things around her as she thinks about things through her window of understanding. people have learnt that the hard way

“hey Y/N, what’s your favourite colour?”

“Oh, I love bubbles too!”

yes she’s a bimbo - but a very powerful bimbo with superhuman strength and agility; but still a bimbo nonetheless

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late night calls! with bakugo

pairing: college au! bakugo katsuki x reader

genre: fluff

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

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

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

thus, facetime calls are a lifesaver!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but when they do,,he is so soft ahhh

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

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

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

"tch."

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

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

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

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

"you heard what i said"

"maybe i just want to hear it again"

and he would only ever let you do him like that

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

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.