Now I’m Curious, What Kind Of Blackmail Would Prof Zhongli Have On Us? If So Would We Tell A Close

deku is a [makes his lock screen the color of your eyes / borrows your oversized hoodies because they smell like you / rubs his thumb over the side of yours when he holds your hand] kind of boyfriend and

todoroki is a [walks you home even if it's an hour out of his way / follows you around in sephora to take pictures of everything you pick up / keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet] kind of boyfriend and

bakugo is a [matches outfits and jewelry with you so people know you're dating / drives you to the grocery store and cooks food for you after he stays over / gets mad if you don't text good morning and good night] kind of boyfriend

Night strolls

Ayato x reader

Warnings: none, just fluff <3

A/n: did yall see Ayato? I'm actually about to pass out because of how he looks AND HIS VOICE OH MY GOD 😳💗

"Good evening my lady." Ayato said with a soft voice as he glanced at you.

"Greetings Ayato, enjoying the evening?" you said with your fan at your lips and he smiled.

"Now even more because of you." he told you and you blushed.

"Ah yes indeed, how have you been lately?" you said as you started to walk next to him. He just chuckled and looked down at you.

"Do you really wish to know?" he said and you looked at him.

"You are a dear friend of mine Ayato, of course I wish to know, plus, your sister would worry if she wouldn't know how you are, you need to open up a little." you said and he gave a defeated sign.

"Fine fine, I surrender myself to your mighty judgement!" he said and you laughed.

"How can such a serious head of the Yashiro Comission and head of the Kamisato clan be so playful sometimes?" you asked and he just smiled.

"I must admit that this is just the effect you have upon me my lady." he said and looked down at you once again.

"Still the same charmer I see." you said with a small grin and he got closer to you.

"Only for you my dear." he said and you tried not to die there from how flustered you got. Right now you were at the bridge from Inazuma city, near the water and that small shrine for the kitsune. As you looked at the sky, you sighted.

"Ah its such a beautiful night, I wish we could stay like this, no clan affairs, no etiquette lessons or way to act before everyone, here we can be ourselves." you said.

"Indeed very beautiful." he said and you looked at him only to see that he wasn't looking at the sky, oh no, quite the opposite, he was looking at you with such an adoration.

"Ayato-" you tried to say but he held your hands so you would look at him.

"Look, I know that maybe you think it would be complicated for us to start something, after all we both rule over clan's with big duties, but, believe me, we can make it trough together." he said and looked at you in the eyes.

"But... What about the others? If we get together, they will expect us to marry, have heirs, and our whole relationship will be public..." you said and he took your cheek in his hand.

"You don't have to do all that if you don't feel like it, we are the own rulers of our lives, so why care about what the others think?" he said and you looked at his blue orbs. They were charming, just like his sister's eyes.

"I- alright, if you really think it could work, I'm willing to give it a chance." you said and he smiled at you slowly approaching you. When you were at centimeters away from his face, he connected your lips with his, kissing you sweetly. You felt as if this was the right thing to happen, a lot of thoughts invaded your head and all you could think of was him, the one you loved soo much.

When you broke, he looked at you and caressed your cheeks with his fingers.

"What about you come and have dinner with me and my sister? I'm sure she would enjoy your company as much as I do." he said and you chuckled.

"How could I refuse to see Ayaka and Thoma, I missed them so much, but I missed you even more." you added and he smirked.

"I didn't expect anything else my dear, after all I'm your soul mate." he said and you rolled your eyes.

"As you say "lord" Kamisato. "you said and he grabbed your waist pushing you into him.

"You will get to see me as lord Kamisato too one day, dear, just wait and see." he said and grinned as you blushed hard.

And with that, you both headed to the Kamisato Estate.

Hope you enjoyed! :D

Requests are opened, just text me or request me stuff, I write about genshin characters, bsd, jjk, mha and aot characters tho <333

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twirls hair. imagine flirting w strict driving instructor diluc, who has had enough with your reckless driving. absolutely sick of you inviting him to peek down your low cut shirt and “accidentally” touching his thigh as you reach for the joystick. just a fake ditzy giggle n oops! it’s so firm i mistook it as the gear shift ~

the way you’re not taking road safety seriously at all and pouting as if you should’ve passed the test without a hitch makes diluc frustrated, even more so when you plead for him to “bend the rules a little” and “not be so uptight.”

it’s really funny to you of course because when he’s releasing his frustration on your throat by fucking it, making tears spring up from your doe eyes, you know he’ll give you the pass and his number. diluc’s a gentleman so surely he’ll regret pounding your throat sore, after all you were too cute slurping with your hair tucked behind your ear, blinking up as if you ask with your gaze, am i doing good?

diluc definitely has a thing for praise hungry brats. (not projecting !!! nope. ps. i passed the exam w 100%, watch me hit you on the roads <3)

JJK BOYS’ WHEN YOU CALL THEM BY THEIR LAST NAME !

an. ur so cute when u reblog aha

ft. itadori, fushiguro, gojo, nanami, inumaki, junpei x gn!reader

wc. 0.6k

genre. fluff

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ITADORI YUJI — POUTY. think he’s done something wrong or something to make you angry, so he subtly acts more affectionate throughout the day, makes sure not to piss you off in any way, etc - and you have to hold back your laughter all the while. yuji isn’t the type to be confrontational about but if you do decide to keep up the act for a while, he’ll nervously ask you later on - “are you mad at me?” - he looks like he might cry with those puppy dog eyes of his, please tell him it’s a prank and shower him in affection as an apology <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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when he sees you cry.

eren yeager x fem.reader

modern au | roommates trope

the drive back to your shared apartment was a bitter one as you were forced to relive your failures over and over again.

you figured the moment you got accepted into the university of your dreams that you were unstoppable; that each and every one of your goals could be obtained as long as you were willing to put in the hard work.

so when your bad grades and failed exams kept coming up regardless of the times you have spent doing your best to study for the material, you wanted nothing more than to cry. your heart ached, your voice was raw from the shouts of frustration that clawed at your throat, and you were just so tired from it all.

when your apartment complex came to view, you parked haphazardly on your usual corner, the tears blurring your vision in such a siginificant manner you were shocked that you were able to walk up the steps and recognize the door.

your hands were shaky, and the trembling of your fingertips made you miss the lock a few times. when you finally jammed your key into the damn lock and twist it open, you winced at how the loud impact of the door slamming against the brick wall reverberated throughout the apartment.

you hoped you didn't bother your roommate, actually praying that this would be the afternoon he slept in without questioning your teary eyes.

with movements that were nothing short of robotic, you lock your door and stiffly walk to your room. as you passed by eren's bedroom, you let out a string of silent curses when the door opens to reveal his disheveled form. dressed in only a pair of sweatpants, you could see the beauty of his godlike form while he ran a hand through his shoulder length hair. ah, so he was still sleeping, and you were stupid enough to wake him up with your commotion. "the hell are you slamming doors for? can't you see i-"

the biting words seemed to die from his lips the moment his emerald gaze meets with your bloodshot ones, still filled with tears. "'m sorry eren, i promise i'll be quiet."

"wait, who the fuck made you cry?!" you did not want to deal with this, already feeling a pounding headache forming against your temples as you continued your way toward the sanctuary of your bed. when you felt his large hand encircle around your wrist, you immediately ripped yourself away from him. "i said i'm FINE, don't touch me!"

knowing your roommate was a stubborn asshole who refuses to let things go, the moment you entered your room with every intention of slamming the door in his stupidly pretty face, eren stops you, placing his full weight against the door all while glaring down at you as he spits out your name, "i asked you who the fuck made you cry! i'll kick his ass if he does this again, so just tell me already so i don't have to see you like this!"

"and why the hell do you care?! why can't you just-"

you feel his hand on your lips, thumb stroking at them with a gentleness you didn't think the eren yeager was capable of. through your many months of living with him, you found him to be an immensely attractive young man; you thought of him as being devastatingly handsome, even. sometimes, you found it hard to look at eren without feeling your heart clenching at least once.

but in time, you got used to his presence. you hid your growing crush on him, buried it within the deep depths of your heart each time he brought a new girl home and lead him to his bed like it was second nature. while he kept those beautiful women warm at night, you forced yourself to focus on your own goals. you buried your entire heart and soul into achieving your dreams, and each time you fell short, you could never prevent the feeling of helplessness that came with it. which was why you desperately needed to fall apart on your own, without eren's powerful and prying eyes on you.

yet when you tried to pull yourself away from him, he pulls you back with a grunt, not relenting. you continue watching with wide eyes as a ferocity you have never seen before hardens his gaze, "we've been living together for 8 months now, you think i don't notice when you stop singing in the shower, or how you don't dance anymore whenever you're cooking dinner for us? come on angel, tell me who made you cry. who made you lose the light that i..."

he trails off for some reason, appearing frustrated in himself. in a vain attempt to save yourself, you wiped away the snot and tears with the sleeve of your sweater to give him a self deprecating laugh. "it's never over a boy. some guy would never make me cry this fucking hard, but my failures will."

when he finally hears the truth, eren softens his gaze and gently pulls you toward his chest. you struggle a bit, asking him what he was doing, yet he merely ignores you. with your bed in sight, eren falls back on it with you in his arms. "it's okay. i understand what you're going through, more than you'll ever know."

the warmth eren surrounded you with tears down your defenses as you bury your head within his naked chest, allowing yourself to cry in his arms as you cling to him, like a child seeking comfort with her favorite blanket.

"eren, i'm so afraid of failing...so afraid of not being good enough. and i keep, i k-keep falling short and i don't know how to fix it....!"

"sssh, it's okay. you've just been working yourself too hard, baby. you're not a failure at all, you're the most hardest working person i've ever met, angel." eren scratches your scalp then, running his fingers through your hair as he smooths out each strand, making you melt against him as you felt all of the tension disappear with his mere touch alone. "give yourself time to feel better, to do the things you enjoy so that brain of yours can get that serotonin and shit."

eren's oddly considerate words makes you snort as you wipe away the last bit of your tears, feeling as though a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders when you lift yourself off of him-

only to be stopped when his powerful arms wrap themselves around your back, effectively trapping you against his naked chest once more.

you could feel the heat pool against your cheeks, embarrassment flooding your system as you weakly struggled against him, "eren, i feel better now, you can let go."

"no, i refuse to leave my girl alone even when she's done crying."

you felt eren stiffen beneath you, stuttering out excuses, "i-i mean, we're roommates, a-and roommates have each other's b-backs a-and...uhm...!"

your smile widens now, and you were finally able to pull yourself away from eren's grip to look down at him, "oh, i'm your girl now?"

you take your time and admire the blush quickly spreading across eren's cheek as he quickly looks away from you. loving this surprisingly soft side to him, you gently made him face you as you nuzzled his nose with the tip of your own, "what about all the other girls who spent the night here with you?"

"that was before i ever got to know you. they don't come around anymore because i made 'em go away. you're the one i want, angel." you take the time and relish in the way his lips gave you a soft pout, immediately making you lean down to capture them in a sweet kiss as he returned your kiss with a fervor.

with a newfound determination and warmth filling you, you had a feeling you could take on the world, failures and all, so long as eren was by your side.

a.n. - i just wanted to say, i believe in soft and caring, himbo eren supremacy ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

all stories are written by yeagererens; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

◜bubble-blowing hcs◞

▸ diluc x gn!reader,  kaeya x gn!reader,  childe x gn!reader,  venti x gn!reader

▸ fluff

▸  slightly suggestive on venti’s part 

▸ i have no idea if someone has already done this, dont come for me tho, i swear i thought of this while playing with bubbles 😭

DILUC 

▸ Always blows the bubble blowing stick gently

▸ Has a small pout on his face when he ends up not blowing a lot of bubbles it’s so cute <3

▸ Also blows the biggest bubbles!!

KAEYA

▸ Swings the bubble blowing stick around like a maniac.

▸ He laughs so much when the bubbles pop on your face but if some of the liquid from the bubble goes in your eyes, he begins to worry and helps you wash it off.

▸ Most of the bubbles only end up sticking together in groups but you still have fun anyways.

CHILDE

▸ Idk what you expected to be honest, he just buys those machines that blow the bubbles for you 💀 /hj

▸ But even if he decides to blow the bubbles himself, he almost always blows too hard and the bubbles pop 😭

▸ Gets so frustrated when it pops too

VENTI

▸ Has the wind to blow the bubbles for him 😭

▸ Bro just dips the bubble blowing stick to the mixture then holds it up to the air, then the wind comes blowing and makes the bubbles 💀

▸ Sees two bubbles stuck together and then he just goes “It’s missing a shaft”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it meant a lot to you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh, he's still as pretty as ever.

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

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

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

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

didn't you realise xiao has always noticed you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

god, he's so cute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her with a Selectively Mute S/O

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

Warnings: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ 𝟏𝟐:𝟏𝟑 𝐀𝐌 ] — 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎

It’s midnight, and Todoroki is huddled under the blankets, nose peeking out as he watches you shuffle around the room. His left leg aches immensely, but he doesn’t want to tell you that, you’ll only fuss over him more.

But he supposes you know with the way you’ve come over and gently tucked a pillow under it, elevating it slightly. He blinks at the action.

“How’d you know?” His voice is raspy from all the yelling from earlier—today’s battle against a villain on the streets was a bit more gruesome than on any other usual Thursday night.

“Well it wasn’t exactly hard to figure out,” you huff. “You limped when you walked through the door. You’re supposed to tell me the truth when I ask are you okay?”

Todoroki doesn’t say anything for a moment, eyes focusing on the loose shirt you wore, collar just a bit stretched out, its hue significantly dimmer than when it was in its crisp, brand new condition. In all honesty, it was just about ready to be thrown away, but you always insisted on keeping it.

It was the first shirt you’d stolen from him, and for some reason, it held value to you that he couldn’t understand.

Then again, Todoroki supposes he’s the same way—not that you don’t know it. He’s a lot more subtle about it, a lot less open about things he holds dear to him. But somehow, you manage to see through him anyway.

The coffee mug you first offered him hot chocolate in still sits in your collection, and it’s wordlessly become his—even though it’s paint is chipped and it’s handle is cracked. The blanket on the couch, threads frayed and loose, sits there for him to pull over the two of you—much like you did the first time you cuddled him.

There’s about a million other random things, all old and well past their lifetime, and they’re all strewn across the apartment—like little trophies of your relationship, that’s how you both treat them.

Clearing his throat, Todoroki offers you a simple “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to worry you.”

And you give him a stern “you’ll only worry me more when I realize you lied.” Reaching over, you push back a strand of hair from his face, tracing his scar gently with your thumb. “I’ll always realize, Shoto.”

He knows, he really does. He doesn’t know why he’s not yet used to it by now, but Shoto knows that you’ll always realize the tiny things. He likes the attention, he thinks. He doesn’t always know how to respond, or even how to process it, but Todoroki Shoto lives to be seen by you, he wants always to be seen by you.

“I’ll tell you next time.” You chuckle, shaking your head gently.

“No you won’t. But it’s okay, baby, I’ll just have to take care of you even better next time,” you whisper. And gently, you lean down, capturing his lips into a kiss, and suddenly, Todoroki’s in high school again, frozen in shock and unsure what to do or how to reciprocate.

But he gets the hang of it, he always does. He kisses back just as passionately in a moments time, remembering he’s not in high school anymore. And he’s come far.

“My throat is a bit scratchy,” he offers—even though you already know. But you still nod seriously.

“Got it, I’ll get the tea started. Anything else, my dear patient?” He thinks for a moment.

“I’m pretty cold,” he adds.

“Oh,” you smile. “Well, I thought these blankets would be enough, but I can get more.”

“But those aren’t as warm,” he pouts, though you doubt he’s aware of that.

“I can crank up the heat—”

“I want you to keep me warm,” he says bluntly, cheeks dusted red at the admittance. They turn a shade darker when you chuckle.

“I know. I’ll be back soon, you big baby. With your tea and cuddles.” He mumbles a quiet good as you get up, and you tuck the blanket under his chin again as you stand, staring down at him softly.

Todoroki’s gone from being used to that look to losing it in his childhood, and he holds onto it tightly when it comes to you. He only gets that look from you anymore, but he finds you’re the only one he really wants it from anyway.

His hand grips your wrist before you can turn and walk away.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I promise I’ll show you.”

And something about your smile makes the ache in his leg and the scratchiness of his throat get pushed to the back of his mind. Especially when you whisper “I love you too, Shoto. You do show me, I promise.”

this is a repost from my old blog