Angst-to-fluff Inumaki X Reader And Itadori X Reader Headcanons (separately) For When Their S/o Takes

the disasters of a cheek kiss.

scaramouche stares at your hands in his and thinks about how pretty they look together; how they fit. he’s definitely not listening to a single word you’re saying.

PAIRING. scaramouche / gn! reader GENRE. romance-comedy, fluff WORD COUNT. 2,000 WARNINGS. light swearing, some slightly inappropriate innuendos (for comedic purposes), mentions of kissing

NOTE. i love evil scara but sometimes i just need silly disaster romcom lead scara in my life yk?

Scaramouche thinks you’re funny. So funny. Hilarious, even. He would be laughing in his loudest, most unflattering laugh if he isn’t so flustered about this whole ordeal. He would be throwing his head so far back you’d think he’d be bending just to get his fits thrown out of his system, but no. He does not do any of that. Not even a single chuckle, nope. This is neither the time, nor place for that.

So, Scaramouche instead grabs your wrist. He pulls you away from the crowd until the conversations in the room turn into muffled voices of polite greetings and business-like discussions. Quite honestly, that is already one major part of the hilarity of it all: why was he even here in the first place? By the Raiden Shogun, this diplomatic party (is this even a party? Whatever the hell.) bores Scaramouche that it drives him towards the edge of something terrible. What do you call it? Insanity?

Yes, Scaramouche is going insane.

He thinks it would be celestially better if he had stayed at home—plotting his next evil schemes, perhaps. Or sleeping, because even the evil sleeps. Or eating, because the food in this damned city isn’t just to his liking. Or maybe cuddling you. Or–

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empty beds

summary: nishinoya no longer wants to sleep on empty beds

word count: 1.3k

pairing: nishinoya x gn!reader

a/n: no thoughts, head empty. only cuddling nishinoya when he comes home. also sorry for reposting! my tags didn’t show up so hopefully they do now!

YOU WOULD ARGUE THAT SLEEPING IS one of the best things Whoever was Above had gifted you and your silly little world. Being able to disappear for a while and live in the freedom of your dreams was a whole other level of comfort — and it was one that you didn’t take lightly. So whenever you had the chance, you’d take the liberty in rewarding yourself with a good nap.

Today was no different.

Since you hadn’t had the free time to take a nap today, you’d resorted to sleeping a little earlier than usual, falling prisoner to the idea of a good dream.

This, however, had come to a surprise to your cheery roommate who was waltzing towards your shared apartment in search of you after having disappeared for months.

Nishinoya had lived with you for a good while now, and in that time, you hadn’t seen him all that often. It proved to be no problem though because you had known the boy since high school which meant awkwardness was void whenever the two of you were home together — contrary to it, being in the same place actually meant cuddling and silly adventures with you and the boy. He’d made it a habit to try and replicate the cuisines he had tried when he was out exploring the world.

Placing everything down by the front door (as Noya had grown quite tired from the constant hopping to planes, though he did still have the same glow he normally had whenever he’d realize he was coming home to you), Nishinoya made sure to place the bag of gifts he had gotten you hidden inside one of his bags. And that proved a little extra difficult, with all the other things he had gotten his friends, stuffed inside one bag.

Grabbing something for you while out in a different country had become a habit to the boy, and it always surprised you how he never missed one — despite you saying it was totally alright if he didn’t give you an overwhelming amount of gifts.

You basically had it all, from keychains to stuffed animals to shirts with the country’s name. Sometimes, you’d get shells or sand when he traveled by the beach. It was just always something different with him.

With that said, it was a rare occasion to find him home. And you were so drunk on the idea of sleeping that you had barely heard the sound of keys opening the door to your apartment. You had missed the call of your name in favor of snuggling your head deeper into the soft pillows on your bed.

And just as your dreams are about to start presenting itself in your fried brain, your sleepy ears come to pick up quiet shuffling from inside your room — and this time, your body refuses to ignore the thought that someone could’ve possibly broken into your home.

Almost as if your fight or flight response takes over your senses, one of your tired hands goes flying towards the general direction of the spot beside you on your bed, and you almost immediately fall off when you feel yourself touching something human.

Your heart is beating so fast and there’s a loud thump you can feel in your ears that you don’t even hear your own pleas for whoever it was to spare you.

With your system pumped up, you quickly bring yourself to turn around to find the culprit only for your eyes to increase tenfold when you spot Nishinoya with his head buried in your pillows, reaching out for you to come back.

“Yuu, what the fuck! When did you come back? Why’d you have to scare the shit out of me like that!”

It was obvious to you that he had come to the comfort of your room in search of cuddles especially after being gone for so long.

And although cuddling wasn’t anything new to the both of you, given Nishinoya’s clingy nature, your brain still hasn’t fully processed the fact that your roommate was actually on your bed and had attempted to fall asleep beside you.

“Come back please. Don’t you miss your super cool roommate?” His voice was quiet, in contrast to his usual boisterous tone, but there was still a hint of playfulness in it as he pats your spot on the bed with his eyes still shut.

“So you propose we sleep beside each other?” He’s nodding his head, pulling your blankets further towards his body as he yawned, his hair was down — blocking his forehead, and he had a cute toothless smile plastered on his face.

“I can’t handle sleeping on another empty bed.”

You only now realize that from the months Nishinoya was gone, he had probably been sleeping from hotel to hotel without the comfort of anyone else with him — and although he had a knack for adventure, he was still human after all, and he still missed the cuddles his roommate used to offer when he was back home.

Which only explained why it was almost routine for Nishinoya to stroll past his own bedroom and into yours the moment he had arrived home.

“Empty beds are lonely.” You can see the ghost of a pout on his lips, eyes slightly open so he can look at you and motion for you to come back on your bed. “Please?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say no, not when he was looking at you with pleading eyes and that stupid pout on his lips, and especially not when he had just come home and his first and only request was to be able to simply sleep beside you.

You sympathized with how long he’d gone without physical touch. With coming home from every adventure to a lonely, cold and quiet bed (and you only now realized why he’d always call you at the most unexpected times just so he could fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the sight of your pretty face).

Nishinoya smiles triumphantly when you pull the covers so you could slip in and go back to the well-deserved sleep you had promised yourself. But it was always easier said than done, and you find that sleep is difficult to find when Nishinoya was pestering you by running his hand against your arm, scooting closer towards you to rest his head on your shoulders.

“Cuddles please?”

You roll your eyes when you spot Nishinoya with his arms wide open, encouraging you to inch closer before completely engulfing you in his arms, nose buried against your hair and sighing fondly at the familiar scent of your shampoo he very much loved.

He’d never admit how he had bought a bottle of the same shampoo when he was out traveling just so he could have something that resembled you, and he had found himself using it and divulging in its familiar scent whenever he had a particularly stressful day during his own adventures.

“Thank you.” He runs a hand down your back, pressing a small kiss on your forehead before shutting his eyes closed, allowing for the both of you to finally get what the two of you had needed that night — sleep (and maybe also each other, but the two of you merely gloss over that fact).

“Goodnight Y/N. Really missed this.” His grip around you tightens for a bit in a little squeeze, the thought that you were finally in his arms still surreal to him. He had dreamt of this moment the moment he had gotten on that plane ride back home.

And so the pair of you smile contently to yourselves, longing surrounding you both that it almost encompasses the entirety of your lives, whispering in your heads where no one else can hear and praying for more days like this.

bonus:

“I hope you don’t mind that I’m definitely not wearing pants right now.”

Nishinoya whispers into your ear which earns him a well-deserved one on one with his butt and the floor.

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Sunday (Akira Kurusu x You)

A/N: holy shit im writing for persona again who saw that coming!!! 

Word Count: 3,400+

Summary: You used to be friends with all of the Phantom Thieves. But now? You aren’t sure where you stand in their life as you sit in the diner, stood up once again. 

Commission Me

Where have you been?

Been searching all along

Came facing twilight, on and on,

Without a clue

Without a sign…

The rain comes down in thick sheets outside, the water smacking down on the roof and windows of the diner you sat in, undisturbed and dry. You had luckily made it in on time before the downpour started… but the seat across from you remained empty. 

Truthfully, as sure as the weather, you had expected just as much that he wouldn’t show. Akira, though only a high schooler, same as you, seemed unusually busy. Plans always seemed to fall through… but it seemed he always had time for the other friends he met along the way. Friends that you met, too, and you felt like you belonged with. Friends that were all dear to you- but maybe you weren’t as dear to them. 

You sigh as you run the tips of your fingers against the rim of the coffee mug in front of you. It’s been empty for quite a while, and the coffee tastes nowhere near as good as Boss’s. You were upset that your friend had decided to be a no show again, but you can’t bring yourself to be disappointed. As stated before, you weren’t expecting anything different. 

Maybe it was silly to keep this charade going, you think. Maybe it was time to finally face the facts. 

Without grasping yet, 

The real question to be asked…

Where have I been?

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genshin boys react to someone pursuing you 1

pairing fem!reader x diluc, childe, xiao / part 2 here

genre fluff, angst, jealousy

warnings some suggestive lines, possessiveness / yandere personalities, a little aggression, stalking on the pursuer's part, minor swearing

note if you'd like similar hc's for zhongli, kaeya, albedo, or anyone else (refer to my character list) feel free to request!

synopsis an unwanted someone persistently continues their advances on you despite you clearly rejecting them and stating you aren't interested... let's see what the genshin boys end up doing >:)

diluc

always stoic and composed, and almost never lets emotion show on his face. or at least hides it enough so no one (except you) notices

diluc is often busy with work and tonight, he's taking a shift at the tavern- you decide to pay him a visit, after all, it's friday night and you'd probably be spending time with him if he wasn't here

he's pretty occupied while you're there, but he still flashes you that smile that's reserved for you, and only you. and plus, you're sitting at the bar and he's always looking out for you, but he knows he doesn't have to worry too much

that's until his brother walks in. ahem, cavalry captain kaeya

the smoothest talker in town walks straight over to you. he practically ignores his diluc's existence as he flirts, asking if he can buy you a drink or two

he's fine with kaeya's antics and doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of reacting. that's until his brother begins to touch you. tucking your hair behind your ear, gently slapping your hand as he laughs at your jokes, touching your thigh with a compliment slipping from his lips

god, he can't handle seeing another man's hands on your skin

diluc's trying not to look at you and kaeya too often... but then he's pouring a drink for a customer and he lets it overflow-

"uhm, master diluc?" "...shit."

he just really wants to take you home now. he'll have his hands all over you later

inside, diluc feels the anger and resentment boiling inside his stomach, but all he does is shoot kaeya a dirty look, but he's too busy flirting with you to notice

"ah, sweetheart, and i assume you're well acquainted with master diluc?"

sweetheart.

diluc scowls at the cute little pet name kaeya just loves to call you. he feels like slapping his brother across the face, but he knows that won't get him anywhere.

so before you can respond to the question, he interjects.

"being in a relationship, i'd say we're very well acquainted indeed, kaeya."

you can hear the stiff rage seeping through his voice as he glares daggers at the man sitting next to you.

"ah-"

before kaeya can finish his snarky, passive aggressive sentence, diluc's grabbed your wrist and leaned over the bar counter to press a rough, but warm kiss to your lips. he lingers a little longer than he usually would, especially in public, and in front of all these customers at the tavern- before letting his palm slide down the curves of your face as he stares into your eyes. he doesn't even give his brother a second glance.

before you know it, the stool beside you is empty after a forced chuckle, and a sudden blush is spreading across your face.

"d-diluc?"

"yes, dear?"

you still don't know how he manages to keep a straight face.

childe

oh boy, childe is already way too eager to fight. so a guy making advances on you when you've clearly said no? he probably would've murdered him beat him up already if it wasn't for you literally holding him back

shows ALL his emotions on his face and is terrible at hiding it, unlike diluc. he's literally a child, but you just can't resist those endearing blue eyes when he's acting all clingy, you find it adorable

"you sure you don't want me to fight him? c'mon darling, it'll be fun!"

no doubt will get jealous when he sees another guy with his eyes on you. after all, you're his and his only; no one else should be able to touch you or admire you

you immediately regret it when you tell childe about the guy who's been flirting with you every time you visit. you can see the anger flash on his features before an aggressively mischievous glint appears in his eyes

cue slightly yandere childe

he insists to follow you literally everywhere (when he's not running some mission for the tsaritsa), making sure that no creeps land a finger... or their gazes... on you

you're at the store with childe one evening. he's gone to buy a snack for you both while you continue shopping

in a mirror you can see the man who's been constantly pushing you to go on a date with him walk quickly towards you

when childe walks back into the store, he can immediately sense the insistence laced in your words and your annoyance radiating off you

he saunters up behind the guy, placing a firm grip on his shoulder. your boyfriend is taller than most, and he makes people cower underneath his looming stare

his typically cheerful grin turns cold in an instant, it almost scares you too

after he's successfully scared the living hell out of the guy, he acts all jealous and cute, whining and pestering you about why you wouldn't let him fight

"oh? and who might you be?"

childe's eyes narrow in suspicion at the man standing in front of you, who now drops his hand from its initial spot on your shoulder. his blue hues turn icy cold, and without looking at him you can already feel his anger rising up inside.

"don't know how to take no from a lady?"

"i-" the man can't even respond with a single word, let alone a sentence before your boyfriend has pushed him into a corner and pinned the fabric of his shirt against the wall. there's no hesitation in his voice as threats spill from his lips.

childe snakes his free arm around your waist a little more tightly than usual, pulling you close to his chest and then unapologetically pressing a kiss to your lips, watching the figure below him squirm.

"you lay a finger on her, and you're dead."

you know he means it.

xiao

even when you're not physically together, xiao's always watching over you and ready to protect you if you ever need it

you often take commissions during the day only to return home by foot when the sun has already set and it's dark out, and knowing the dangers that may lurk on the path back to wangshu inn, xiao will be on high alert; sometimes even teleporting to a high cliff just so he can see your surroundings and have peace of mind

he notices this particular figure who is almost always trailing not far behind when you're walking home after dusk. at first he brushes it off as a coincidence, he's just too anxious because it's you, but after a week or so he knows this guy can't be just behind you every night by pure chance

one night when you return to wangshu inn, you complain to xiao that you feel like someone's following you but you can't see anyone when you turn around

xiao purses his lips into a slight pout, before repeating those words you always hear him say. "hmm... well if you are ever in danger, call out my name." he hates this feeling of knowing someone else is trying to be close to you, and making you so uncomfortable in the process

but you just smile knowing he will always be there to protect you, regardless

the next night, you feel that same presence once again, and at your call xiao is immediately by your side

he doesn't waste any time, giving the guy an abrupt lecture about how he isn't respecting the ways of the adepti. the guy probably starts worshipping xiao in fear because few mortals actually ever meet the guardian yaksha

you can hear xiao give his usual scoff. "stupid mortal. now leave." he feels like stabbing the guy right through with his spear but he knows he's only meant to kill monsters with his weapon

ah, finally, he has you to himself now

the air around you seems frighteningly still as you pick up your pace. you're waking through dihua marsh, but you can feel a presence behind you. there's the occasional crunching of leaves or the snap of a twig. this feeling is familiar- and not in a good way. you can't actually see anyone or anything near you. maybe it's because it's dark out, or maybe because someone's hiding in the trees.

ugh, maybe i'm just paranoid. there's probably nothing here. i've been hearing these noises every day for a week now, and nothing's happened to me yet.

but you recall xiao's words from the night before, and the way he seemed to be hiding something that he knew when you told him about your fears. though it seems silly, calling him when there's no apparent danger, you decide you'd feel safer with him by your side anyways.

"xiao."

as soon as his name falls from your lips, you feel the intimate whisper of the wind swirl around your form, and he is next to you in an instant. staring into his warm amber eyes, you let this sudden wave of relief and comfort wash over you.

"i'm right here."

this is so pretty 🥺🥺🥺 my heart is so immensely soft

。EVERYTHING OF OUR FATE IN DUE TIME ...

━━ PAIRING: kaedehara k./reader

━━ GENRE: fluff

━━ SUMMARY: morning routines could lead to exciting discoveries — just as how everything in your life seem to fall at all the right places at all the right times.

━━ CONTAINS: modern!au

━━ VALENTINE'S 2022 EVENT SPECIAL

the first thing he heard when he opened his eyes was your soft, little snores that automatically drew a drowsy smile on his face. you were still wearing his shirt, a faded red one that had his high school's mascot printed in front. the fabric didn't swallow you whole like the shirts in your rom-com movies do but that was fine. his heart held a lot of affection for the sentimental things in his life and he was more than willing to share every single one of the things that made him kaedehara kazuha with the person who stole every bit of his poetry. it didn't take long for him to pull you close, absentmindedly snuggling into the crook of your neck as he relished in the gentle thrumming of his heart. with legs tangled under the quilted blanket you gave him last christmas, kazuha decided that he could afford to stay in bed for five minutes longer if it meant having you for himself for just as long.

the five minutes that passed felt like an eternity that ended too soon— yes, that was the perfect way to describe it. an eternity of finer details spun and observed meticulously by awestruck ruby eyes. kazuha was eloquent but not necessarily verbose. besides, he smiles to himself as he ran a hand through his free-flowing locks. what else was there to say when you were doing all the explanation by just looking wonderfully majestic first thing in the morning? true art, the ones that could only be crafted by the genius of nature itself, have no need for unnecessary adjectives uttered by someone clumsy and blind at the sight of love incarnate.

"you woke up early," he felt you shuffle before slumping over his back, movements exposing your left leg to the cold morning breeze. you honestly didn't care. it wasn't that cold but kazuha wordlessly adjusted the blanket for you anyway, "worrywart."

kazuha shook his head amusedly, "just looking out for you."

you eyed his pleased expression before fiddling with the hair tie on your wrist — his hair tie. a little something that you wouldn't be having on your person if it weren't for this man who enjoyed your touch unabashedly. adjusting your position, you carefully detangled the knots in his hair: a routine you have come to know every time you stayed the night over his place.

"what should we have for breakfast?"

you hummed, "you're cooking?"

"it's valentine's day," kazuha smiles and though you weren't facing him, you knew his silken voice by heart that you could carve the image in your mind with as much ease as you have when you breathe, "a special day for a special someone entails a special treatment, yes?"

"don't try too hard to be perfect. any more and you'll make me order a ring."

"feeling bold, aren't we?"

you only laugh in reply, patting his head twice to tell him that you're done styling his hair. deciding that your mischief will temporarily end there, you don't comment as your keen eyes caught kazuha slightly tilting his head to lean into your touch. a cat. he reminds you too much of a cat who enjoys lounging around in the corners where the sun's glow hits just right.

"the rain has stopped... i guess we're not having breakfast together after all," you said after a few moments worth of silence. the reason for your stay was the torrential downpour that happened late last night. as brave as you are to attempt to fluster your composed lover, you weren't quite brave enough to walk home in poor visibility. too busy recounting what has transpired, you missed the frown that uncharacteristically painted kazuha's face darker.

"...so it seems."

you blink, turning your gaze to kazuha to ask him a silent question but he only kissed the inside of your wrist with a coy smile.

indifference has never been your forte and it didn't help that kaedehara kazuha, as a result of the countless hours he has devoted in honor of preserving your image in his memory, knew every single one of your quirks. as you cleared your throat, kazuha could only smile in content as you didn't attempt to pull your hand away from his hold. a cat. sometimes, you reminded kazuha of a cat who jumps away from the slightest show of affection. other times, however, you stuck close like you had all the intention of becoming his second skin. you'd deny this if he told you but he knew better. his mother had once tucked a stray strand of his hair while softly saying that nature favored him for his free soul and it appears that this time, he owes them another prayer of gratitude. the rain has once again proven that it was his friend — a friend that had kindly bought him more time with a small bonus of having you crave the warmth that emanated from his palms.

"shall we go out of bed?"

you groan but made no further move to protest. it wasn't as if you had any intention of running away from your responsibilities. while it was valentine's day, it was also a monday, the most dreadful of all workdays, and you had no intention of losing your good mood to the morning traffic.

"i'll at least help you with breakfast—" kazuha shakes his head before guiding you to the bathroom, spare towel and clothes in hand. you didn't even notice that he had everything ready until he was telling you that he had everything covered, "you sure?"

"you'll be late."

"meanie."

kazuha made no move as he watched you pad to the bathroom. he ought to tell you off for walking barefoot when the mahogany flooring was cold but there was something strange in his lungs. it squeezed — lightly, not enough to be painful but enough to be felt — and oddly, it was a feeling he could easily mark as delightful. it was befuddling to face an emotion he has yet to recognize but it was fine. if it was a feeling he gained from being around you, he's bound to put a name to it eventually. after all, he was planning to stick by your side for a long, long time.

content with his realization, kazuha tugged at his sweater's sleeves. he could hear the sound of the shower being turned on, followed by the rhythmic pattering of water to the tiled floor. once, he had no use for a heater, having an inexplicable tolerance for the freezing water in his apartment but then you came along and he found himself scurrying to accommodate you. the shrill scream you let out as you showered for the first time in his place was quite unforgettable and even more so was your blatant avoidance of his gaze. embarrassment on you was a hue that he found endearing but he'd never place his satisfaction over your comfort. lying wasn't his forte, preferring very technical wording instead but somehow, it was easy to smile apologetically and tell you that he was having trouble with his morning showers as well.

not soon after, you gifted him one of the many piles of blankets he had stored in the spare room. "stay warm. i'm not very good at looking after sick people," you said and he wondered how he could be stuck freezing in the cold when your eyes were the warmest of all. sincere and caring. you didn't tell him that you won't look after him when he's all gross and vulnerable — just that you weren't the best at it. kazuha had shuddered then, finding the intensity of your gaze to be the right amount of heat that he was craving for all this time.

it was no wonder that kazuha has earned a lot of mocking contempt from his friends for always thinking and speaking of you fondly but how could he ever stop when you're effortlessly adorable as you wore his go-to scarf with a frustrated pout. you didn't even have to do anything. all you had to do was stand still and breathe and he would be all over your feet, singing you praises and thanking you repeatedly for sharing your tender heart with him.

the bedroom door suddenly opened and he realized that he was too burrowed in his thoughts to realize that you have long left the shower. you were fiddling with his scarf. a pleased smirk came to his face as he realized that a part of him was going to be with you all day long and that it should be enough to silently cue your coworkers to stay on their lanes. how strange... it was unlike him to be so territorial. perhaps the valentine mood wasn't all lie after all. shaking such nasty thoughts, he met you in the middle, gingerly unraveling the scarf to rewrap it around you but without the unsightly creases your earlier rush caused.

"you don't need to leave so soon," he smiles tenderly as he gently tugs at your arm to pull you back to his warmth, "my place is yours, after all."

you knew what he was referencing. fragments of you could be found everywhere you look in his cozy apartment and it was as if cupid shot yet another barrage of arrows to your heart as you fall crazy in love all over again. you like this. you truly, with all of that word's sincerity, like this. you like how you seamlessly mesh into his life— how natural your toothbrush sits next to his fancy bamboo one. you love how his body was always the right degree of warm during rainy days. you love him. you love him so much that it's a wonder that this world could contain it.

"very sneaky," you drawl, making no effort to hide your entertainment, "i never thought you'd be the one to influence me to lag behind."

"there is no need to make me out to be a villain, dove. i am always by your side, wishing for you to receive only the best."

you pause before nodding, burrowing your face into the scarf in the process. it smelled like him — like his apartment; like home and you wonder just when you began recognizing this small but cozy place to be the one place you'll come back to after a day's worth of work. you don't question the why because you knew the first time you set your foot inside this place — even when back then the wallpapers were old and dirty and he refused to pay for 'unnecessary' appliances — that it was only a matter of time before you were dancing in the kitchen as you cooked dinner with a skilled artist as your sous chef. it was never a how or why, only a when and even that didn't matter all too much because it would come to be eventually.

domesticity. the mere sound of the word had your blood rushing in excitement for what was in store for the future and without a doubt, you knew that you and kazuha had both silently agreed that you liked how that word sounded with the affectionate articulation of the other.

"i have to go now. you've held me back long enough, mister."

kazuha easily dodged the soft flick you were supposed to give him. realizing that you weren't going to call in sick after all, he sighed before handing you a carefully crafted bento. noticing your confused stare, he shrugged nonchalantly, "it's unhealthy to skip breakfast and someone has to make sure that you're not doing so just because you are running late."

"holy crap," you gape at him, heart going mad crazy underneath all your layers, "marry me. like right now."

kazuha rose a brow before laughing, placing one final kiss on your cheek before shooing you off gently. your words had affected him a little too well and the lung-squeezing feeling from before returned ten-fold. whatever it was, it was for sure your doing and he had not the heart to complain. similarly, he has yet to find the heart to speak of the box hidden under his sock drawer ever since a year ago. no matter... it will come to be eventually — naturally and all in the due course of time that looked upon you fondly.

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WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT-

001 MIYA ATSUMU X SHUT UP AND DRIVE SERIES

++ MSBY GARAGE

❝ i've been looking for a driver who is qualified, so if you think that you're the one step into my ride ❞

dt — @rintaroll

“so, what’s it gonna take for ya to praise me a little more?”

you rolled your eyes and huffed, brushing the setters hand off your shoulder.

“shouldn’t you be more concerned about, oh i don’t know, your fans, interviews, your teammates?!” you snapped back as atsumu held both his hands up in defence.

the crowd was loud and still bustling as the black jackals most recent victory continued to stir excitement through the mass of spectators in the high stands. fans were still yelling and chanting as interviewers scrambled to grab the attention of any player they could. multiple had pried for atsumu in fact, alas, all his attention was solely focused on none other than his teams promotional manager; you.

you were chatting to the teams photographer and uploading updates and playbacks onto the teams twitter at the time the blond had bounded his way over to you and here you were, faced with the famous setter leaning on the advertisement boards lining the court diving you from him.

“miya,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you shook your head. “go and talk to some interviewers and get yourself back over to the others, i’m begging you at this point.”

“beggin’ huh?” a boyish smirk tugged at his lips and his eyes stayed locked on your own.

“not in the way your disgusting little mind is thinking of.” you shot back, stepping back from the board and looking back down at your phone where the teams twitter was currently blowing up.

atsumu snickered before standing up straight.

“whatever ya say doll, just hold up a little longer and i’m all yours again yeah?”

you scoffed and shook your head at him before shooing him away.

“i’d prefer you weren’t.”

“lyin’s a bad habit.”

“would you just go already?”

atsumu laughed as he turned to make his way back to the rest of his awaiting team. waving a hand back at you, he turned to face you before shooting a wink your way as interviewers and photographers flooded the scene.

this was a typical exchange of interaction between the two of you. ever since you had been introduced to the team as their promotional manager, atsumu had fixated his interest outside of volleyball onto you. 7 months later and nothing had changed despite his never faltering persistence.

you sighed as the photographer laughed softly before turning to his own laptop to import more photos for you to upload.

“he seems to have a soft spot for you.”

you groaned and switched your phone off, leaning back on the advertisement boards atsumu himself was previously leaning against.

“he’s such a handful.” you stated as the photographer chuckled.

“looks like he wants to be one for you though.”

“i wish he didn’t” you muttered back as the photographer smiled earnestly at you.

“i think we both know that’s a lie, we’ve been working together for a while and i don't think this dread to spend time with him is as evident as you make it out.”

you whined as you sent a soft frown his way.

“trust me, it is.”

“whatever you say.” the man teased back before clicking on the last images to send your way.

thanking him and making your way over to the teams manager and coach, you stood beside them in front of the msby boys and watched them as outlet interviewers shot questions their way.

multiple flashes went off every few seconds as each player flashed a handsome smile to the camera. you scanned over the team and bokuto was excitedly chatting and laughing with the interviewers. you smiled softly to yourself as you let your eyes wander from bokuto over to sakusa who was trying his best to avoid contact with his sweaty teammates and ‘annoying’ interviewers. it was clear he wasn’t as thrilled to be there as the others so you sent an apologetic look his way and mouthed to him he only had to put up for roughly 10 minutes more. he silently wallowed in self pity at that, but that quickly turned to agitation as atsumu dominated your vision.

slinging an arm over sakusa, (much to the latters disgust), atsumu grinned at you and flashed a smirk for a brief second before turning back to give the cameras a toothy grin.

your face dropped back into a frown as atsumu feigned hurt from a distance.

the team manager laughed as she elbowed you gently.

“interviewers might have a little more luck keeping him focused if you were the one interviewing him.”

you raised an eyebrow as you turned to face her.

“he’s like a puppy.” you stated bluntly as the manager laughed.

“a lovesick puppy.” she corrected as you faked a gag.

“why you all think he’s head over heels for me is way beyond me.”

the manager smiled before nudging for you to look at the attractive setter.

“because it's obvious. you break the boys heart every week.”

you watched as atsumu happily chatted to interviewers and forced sakusa to begrudgingly pose for photos and join in with him.

“he’s not my type.” you said as your eyes stayed focused on the blond.

“right.” the manager teased before smiling over at the team's captain, meian, her own boyfriend.

you smiled at the pair’s interaction as the team dispersed after thanking interviewers and fans for their support.

meian wandered over to the manager who happily placed a kiss to her cheek before guiding her off towards the back of the stadium, hand lingering on the small on her back.

you sighed as your own thoughts invaded your headspace. it wasn’t that you didn’t want a boyfriend. you just hadn’t met anyone worth the time yet.

well, that was your go to excuse to tell everyone anyway. the truth was, you didn't even know the limits to your own standards, you just knew they were high when looking for a potential partner.

the feeling of a heavy arm slung over your shoulder forced you back into reality as your eyes flickered up in surprise.

“miss me?” the hot breath and familiar voice teased the shell of your ear as you scowled.

“you wish.” you snapped back as you attempted to duck out of your offender's grip.

“ah-ah, yer coming home with me today.” atsumu smirked confidently as you hissed at him to get off.

“says who?” you argued as the setter looked down at you smugly.

“me.” another voice joined the conversation as you turned to face the owner of it.

your eyes met the coach who was looking at you slightly sympathetically.

“huh?”

“sorry,” the coach began, hand holding the back of his neck. “i know i said i’d take you home, but my wife has some errands she needs me to pick up before getting home and i’d hate to have to drag you along with me this late at night.”

you groaned but nodded understandably.

“luckily, atsumu here was kind enough to offer to be your ride back home.”

“lucky me.” your voice dripping with thick sarcasm as atsumu ignored it.

“yeah, lucky you indeed. do ya know how many girls would kill to be in yer position right now?” atsumu teased, arm still firmly made at home around your shoulders.

“let them kill me.” you glared at him as he gasped playfully.

“ya don’t mean that.”

“i do.”

“you don’t.”

“just take me home already i’m tired!” you threw your arms up as atsumu grinned.

“sure, give me a few minutes to grab my stuff and i’ll meet you round the back of the building, yeah?”

“whatever.”

you made your way towards the back exit of the stadium and were met with other members of support for the team who were waiting for the boys to grab their things from the locker rooms. some players opted to shower after matches while others waited til they got back home. atsumu fell into the category of players who waited until they got home. this was both a blessing and a curse. you wouldn’t have to wait for him for too long, but you would be met with a sweaty atsumu.

this wasn’t technically a bad thing, atsumu had a habit of getting rid of the smell after each match with an expensive cologne you’d never even attempt to pronounce, but he happened to somehow be a little more attractive when he looked worn out and disheveled. you hated yourself for thinking such a thing but you just couldn’t help it. he was annoyingly attractive and it made his personality a little more dislikable in your opinion.

you waited for around 10 minutes before you were met with boisterous laughter ringing through the spacious lounge by the exit.

atsumu and bokuto came striding out from the hall directing towards the locker rooms, gym bags in their hands and ruggish hair that would need taming again eventually.

you sighed as you waited for atsumu to approach you. he bid his goodbyes to everyone and sent a look at bokuto's way. the ace held a thumbs up at atsumu as the others in the lounge looked at each other giggling and smiling smugly.

you raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off as you felt a hand find its way on your waist.

“let’s get going then.” his voice strumming chords through your body as you shivered slightly.

atsumu led you out and down towards the underground garage used by players and staff members whilst at the stadium. you’d never actually seen atsumu’s car before so you had no idea what to be looking for, but atsumu’s hand remained firmly on your waist as he led you over to an array of expensive cars. mentally trying to guess what car belonged to the setter, atsumu watched with a small smirk etched on his face as your eyes scanned along each car. keys hooked around his finger, atsumu pressed the unlock button as your jaw dropped slightly.

of fucking course.

miya atsumu was the proud owner of a jet black 2021 chevrolet corvette with the number plate gracing it in all its glory ‘MIY4 13’.

you scoffed as atsumu’s smirk widened.

“so, ya gettin in or what?”

“into what? my one way invitation to death?”

atsumu snickered as he led you over to the passengers seat.

“i won’t kill ya, i promise.”

you looked back at him, handsome and sharp features making your eyes soften.”

“well, it’s not like i’ll be able to yell at you if you break that promise.”

“exactly.” atsumu grinned as you climbed into the luxury vehicle. the soft leather padding of the seats welcoming you as your weight shifted onto them.

you glanced around the interior as your eyes were met upon. various lit buttons caught your attention as a screen switched on as atsumu opened the drivers door. you were certain the car had way too many features but that’s what made it a luxury vehicle you guessed. the sleek black and red complimented interior was admired by you as atsumu watched your eyes dance around the car. his eyes softened as you visably relaxed a little more. your hand hooked across the firmly threaded seatbelt as you pulled it around you.

you looked at atsumu who’s smirk seemed to have faded. instead, a soft grin was painted across his face as he helped you click the belt securely in place.

“don’t kill me miya.”

“i’ll do my best.” he winked at you before pressing the start engine.

mentally chanting your last prayers, you accepted the position fate had put you in and did your best to stop the stirring of butterflies in your chest as atsumu placed his hand on the back of your headrest and pulled out.

well fuck.

as if he wasn’t attractive enough before, he sure as hell was now. your eyes widened and heart picked up it’s pace as the scent of atsumu’s signature cologne flooded your senses.

his sharp jaw and focused eyes, pointed in the direction of the rear window as he successfully pulled the car out the space. moving his hand back onto the wheel, atsumu turned to smirk at you as you gave him a pleading look. before you could open your mouth to speak, the setter slammed on the accelerator and the engines picked up its volume as your head was thrown back a little as the car sped out the garage exit.

“you little shit!” you cussed out as atsumu laughed as you sped onto the highway through the city.

“ya love the thrill don’t lie.”

“i’m not lying!” you protested as the flashes of bright lights flew past the window.

atsumu smiled as his right hand found its place on the middle of your thigh.

“miya!” you hissed as atsumu tilted his head momentarily your direction.

“ya can call me atsumu ya know?”

“i don’t want to!”

“for such a genuine person, yer so full of shit sometimes.”

you huffed as you gave up letting atsumu’s touch encourage the stir inside of you. you turned and glared out the window at the passing scene as atsumu hummed in satisfaction.

a few more moments of comfortable silence went by, nothing but the sounds of cars zooming past and the soft hum of atsumu’s own car’s engine.

you frowned and bit the corner of your lip as you peaked towards the blond whose eyes were fixed on the road.

“so,” you began, resulting in the player's eyes to flicker your way for a millisecond. “why are you so hooked on me?” you questioned.

you held your breath as you finally voiced the concern that had been playing on your mind for a while. you rarely had moments of privacy with the man despite his infatuation and demand to be around you.

“am i not allowed to be?” he challenged teasingly as he sqeezed your thigh slightly.

you wanted to force his grip off of you, you really did, but something about it felt so natural you just couldn't.

“miya.” you sighed and shook your head.

“atsumu.” he corrected as you turned to face him properly.

“look, you’re just my type. that’s all there is to it.” he replied simply,as if it was no big deal to him.

“and just what exactly is your type?” you quizzed as you pulled up at a traffic light.

slowing the car to stop for a while the light was red, atsumu turned his face to look at your own before he flashed that boyish grin you’d unknowingly grown rather fond of.

“you.”

and with that, the world threw you back into fast motion as the green light flashed, highlighting his face before he hit the acceleration again making your eyes widen.

“atsumu…” you sighed quietly as the adrenaline brought more life into his eyes.

it wasn’t that you hated atsumu. it wasn’t that at all. he was just someone you didn’t see yourself seriously with. someone so out there and demanding of the world. you had always envisioned yourself with someone a little more down to earth, someone with a stable job with a lowkey personal life, a person who took life at a comfortable pace. you had never seriously considered being with someone like miya atsumu. someone who demanded the world's attention, dominated every scene he was put in, who took life at the speed the highest the accelerator would go. someone so big, so bright. you never imagined someone like miya atsumu would take interest in someone like you. you were opposites stuck in an entanglement of professional lives.

out of every person in the world, the universe had decided miya atsumu would become the man who ticked the boxes to your unknown standards. you just hated to acknowledge it.

pulling off the highway, atsumu drove through the less busy roads as your apartment complex came into vision. half of you wanted the ride to be a little longer, but the other half of you couldn’t wait to lock yourself in your apartment away from the man who caused turmoil inside of you.

atsumu hummed as he pulled around the back of your complex. the roads were quiet and the soft lights of other buildings gleamed off the vehicle as the golden light flooded through the tinted glass of the windows, pulling attention to the boyish, but charming features of his face.

you sighed as he pulled the car to a stop and let the engine settle down. you stayed like that for a moment as the two of you sat there packed in the quiet parking lot.

“listen, I meant it, i really do like you.” he said as you studied his eyes for any signs of him being ingenuine; you couldn't find any.

your eyes softened as you leaned on the headboard.

“miy- atsumu.” you began quietly as his eyes admired your form. “it’s not that i don’t like you or anything, it's just- i don’t know if you’re my type.” you confessed as your heart hammered against your chest.

“well, you just called me by my first name, that’s gotta count for something right?”

you looked up at him and locked your eyes into his honest ones. you sat up and turned to face him as he took both of your hands into his.

“look, i get it, i’ve been annoying since day one-”

“-annoying is an understatement.” you cut in as atsumu playfully glared at you.

“rude. anyways as i was saying, i might’ve come across as a little too strong from the start, but there's just somethin’ about you. i just can’t seem to leave ya alone.” the blond confessed honestly as his warm, calloused hands held yours tightly.

“atsumu, i just don’t know.” you shook your head as he held onto your hands tightly. “i just don’t know what i’m looking for.”

“let me help ya find it in me then.” he pleaded softly, a small grin tugged at his lips.

you cast your eyes down to where your hands were being connected by him. the stir in your chest sped up as your heart was slamming against your chest at this point.

“atsumu i just-”

cutting you off, atsumu pulled your hands away from each other as he moved one up towards your jaw to cradle your face gently. dark golden eyes melting at the sight of you close up, atsumu pulled your face in closer to his and your heart just wouldn’t let you pull away. his lips finally met your own after what felt like an eternity and it was if yours were made to fit against his.

his hand moved towards the back of your neck as he encouraged you to move closer. you leaned closer letting your own hand find its way against atsumu’s broad chest.

the kiss deepened as you gave access to the setter’s tongue as he dominated your movements. small gasps and whines were heard in the silence of the parking lot as neither of you had it in your to pull away. atsumu’s hand was securely at the back of your neck with the other gripping your waist as you groaned at the slightly uncomfortable position.

pulling away, the two of you breathed heavily as you leaned back in the expensive leather seat as atsumu stared at you softly.

“what the fuck was that?”

“our first kiss as a couple.” atsumu teased but failed to stop the wide smile spread across his face.

“who said anything about being a couple?” you shot back as atsumu found your hand once more, lacing your fingers together tightly.

“your body language. you kissed back.”

“i-”

“msby setter miya atsumu as yer boyfriend, wow, arent’cha just the luckiest!”

you playfully hit his chest as he laughed.

“keep it up and that’ll be ex-boyfriend.”

atsumu’s eyes lit up as he grabbed your hand again and held it tightly.

“so ya admit it! i’m yer boyfriend!”

you giggled seeing how genuinely excited he was over it.

“for now.” you hummed as he pouted slightly.

you cupped his jaw and leaned to press a soft kiss to his cheek causing heat to rise to his face.

“let’s just, take this slow though okay?”

“don’t tell me that while sittin’ in this car.” he joked as you groaned against him.

you leaned back looking back into his bright eyes as his gaze softened.

“i’m kiddin’, we’ll go as fast as ya want, and i promise not to kill you on the way.”

you snickered as the blond beamed at you.

“i’m holding you to that.” you smiled as atsumu pulled your face in closer once more. leaning forward to better prepare yourself, you allowed yourself to melt into another deep kiss with the man you would now call your boyfriend.

you never saw yourself being with someone who took life at a fast pace. someone who demanded the world’s attention without verbally calling for it. you never saw yourself falling for someone like that.

but here you were, with the man who ticked all of those boxes easily. the type of man you insisted wasn’t your type, turned out to be the blueprint for your exact type; you just weren’t aware of it until miya atsumu insisted you did.

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baji scowled at chifuyu as he caught him staring at your figure once again. you were seated in front of the boys, quietly solving a few math exercices due to today, hand running through your hair whenever you started growing even more annoyed with the letters and numbers written all over your notebook.

meanwhile, chifuyu was holding his pen a few millimeters away from his own notebook, cheek resting on his free hand as his eyes couldn't help but stray back to run over your features he knew all too much now, ignoring the way keisuke was glaring at him and kicking his shin and repeatedly asking him to focus, chifuyu - although he hasn't even opened his math book yet.

you looked up at your friends, chuckling slightly as you noticed how they started bickering and chifuyu's mouth closed immediately at the sound, a smile tugging at his lips when he looked back at you only to find you already staring.

"chifuyu," you called out and the boy's heart's pace turned rapid, cheeks turning rosy at the sudden attention, "do you need help with math? i don't really get it either, but i can help a little if you wanna," you said, already gathering your supplies so you could kick baji out of his seat beside chifuyu so you could sit next to him.

"y-yeah, i wouldn't mind some help," the blonde cursed himself for stuttering under his breath and you snorted at that earning a blush from the boy.

baji rolled his eyes, already moving places without you needing to get physical with the issue and he rolled his eyes even more dramatically as he watched you and his best friend lean over the book while you explained to him the different formulas and how to use them - yet with the way chifuyu kept looking back at you, keisuke was convinced the information slipping past your lips wasn't even getting to his brain let alone his ears.

"do you get it now?" you asked, leaning back a little to watch chifuyu solve the problem on his own and baji's frown deepened when he saw that his friend actually managaed to stare at you and understand what you were saying.

keisuke shifted his attention from chifuyu to you and a smirk tugged at his lips when he noticed the soft look in your eyes while your eyes followed chifuyu's pen run over his notebook, easily solving the problem despite a few mistakes here and there.

"you got it better than me, fuyu," you laughed, taking the pen from his grip and chifuyu hated how the ghost of your touch had his insides all fluttering and warm and got butterflies to errupt in his stomach.

you quickly corrected the few little mistakes he made and baji noted the way you were pruposely leaning a little closer than necessary and how your smile seemed softer, gentler whenever it was for chifuyu and how you always payed unwavering attention to whatever he had to say even if you weren't truly interested.

i swear if you don't shoot your shot, keisuke mouthed at his friend when you were still looking down and said-friend only scowled at him, rolling his eyes and shaking his head making keisuke bite the inside of his cheek, wondering if a few punches could make chifuyu man the fuck up a little.

"you actually did a good job," you said, unknowingly interrupting the silent argument they were having and chifuyu's gaze turned fond as he looked back at you. "i have to go ask the teacher a few questions, right now, i'll see you guys later in class then," you continued, entrusting your bag and supplies to the two boys before standing up.

before stepping out of the room, you leaned down towards chifuyu, pressing your lips to his cheek in a tender kiss and baji gasped a little too dramatically while chifuyu blinked up at you in surprise, cheeks turning crimson and heart thumping loudly in his chest and you couldn't help but chuckle at his expression.

"let's go on a date after classes," you told him, waving at him and baji before leaving the class, humming happily and leaving a flustered chifuyu and shocked baji behind you.

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MANJIRO SANO | LOVE IS ‘KIND’.

your link-a: manjiro sano (x reader)

cw etc: nsfw, minors dni. fingering but… he’s mentally ill and in love(?!) i’m so in love w mikey i be writing shit like stanzas man, pretty short

all about: mikey navigates what love is, and what you are.

Manjiro has heard that love is kind. It’s strong, and warm, and whole, and all his life he’s been sure love is the thing that would make him complete. So, he loved. He’d had a lot to spend, a lot to give, a lot to take, and he did. Mikey thinks, after a lot of careful calculation, that love makes everything worse. Or maybe it just makes him worse— maybe it’s this broken part of him that can’t stomach the way that love engulfs him whole and swallows him into nothingness.

Love is overwhelming, too. It takes over him and it always has. Manjiro never likes to lose, and with that he finds himself sickly whenever someone inches themselves near something he has. He’s possessive, overbearing and ill and he never knows how to fix it when it drips from his skin like sweat.

Love is too much and it topples out of him as your hands grip onto his shirt the way they are now. Love is horrible and it infects him through the timid saliva that you pass from your mouth to his. His chest tightens frantically under the steady of his skin, muscle and heart and all beating against his ribs that are covered in your name; his eyes shut and he sees you and it holds more clarity than anything his normal vision could, he finds you melted in the cracks in his skin, and Manjiro wonders if he hates love.

You’re needy and it’s taunting; he wonders, when you whimper around his tongue, if you’re making fun of him. Manjiro has always loved hard— harder than he ever figured out how to let on and harder than he knows how to feel at all, and even though he can never turn off the hope for a consistent reciprocal, he’s realistic.

“Wanted you for so long,” but his mind blurs whenever you speak, and he’s setting himself up for something rotten. “everything about you, Mikey.” and his realism shatters and, even if it’s momentary, it’s irreparable.

He feels sick. His hands are tingling, they’re asleep under your calming gaze, and they burn under the heat in your touch, and he lets them reach for your shirt, your skin, your being. Mikey is good at telling himself he’s done with love, but every time an inkling of it drops on his skin and it ferments until his body is painted with the idea that it wouldn’t be like last time and the need for whoever finds themselves in front of him.

Under everything, he’s a scared little boy. And he’s sure it’s so transparent, he’s sure he’s so obvious, but when he finds out it’s not it irritates him further. He feels abandoned, some how, when people don’t see what he’s not showing them. Yet, as your breath shakes when his fingers dip along the skin of your hips, he’s petrified you’ve seen through it— through him.

And now Mikey thinks he might need you. Maybe he does— maybe it’s more than he’s ever needed anyone— or maybe the feeling will fizzle the second he gets scared and he’ll realize it was nothing more than a weird week, or maybe it’s both. He shuts it out, though, as you mutter the words he’s thinking under him, and he doesn’t even know when he got over you.

He doesn’t know how long he’ll need you, but he listens to your synonymous request quietly, breath lifting his body higher than it should go as the pad of his thumb ventures against the slick of your cunt.

“‘Jiro, fuck,” the nickname falls from you like prayer, like you were meant to say it, like it’s the only word you’ve ever known, and he forces himself to take in the situation. Mikey lives a lot of his life hazy, especially the good parts, so he makes sure he takes this all in. He memorizes the squelch you make against him and how your oiled lips part because of him.

Manjiro has always hated his hands. He knows he shouldn’t show sympathy to something that’s caused so much distress, but he second guesses his dismay for them at the way your pussy flutters around his fingers, clamping down on his knuckles without any hesitation. Maybe, in some way, his skin isn’t broken and ruined and the bringer of bad because you like it. He could like them, too, he thinks, when you sob while they disappear into you over and over and over.

Manjiro doesn’t like love, and he doesn’t love it either.

“Oh my god, Mikey.” But he loves how you say his name right now— bubbles of white decorating his skin, proof that you like him in some way, that he’s good some how coating him. His repugnance for this feeling grows and shrinks simultaneously as you lose yourself on him and he loses himself with you.

His guard feels too low— there’s a repetitive tap in the back of his mind urging him he could do more against this, and he almost gives into it. He almost pulls away, he tempts the idea of leaving himself untouched and you incomplete, and he thinks he could ignore the ache in his cock and his sternum until he’s alone. It seems like a good plan, a smarter idea for the both of you, a safer decision for the worn mesh of himself, a genuine consideration for the delicacy of your care.

He can’t bring himself to it, though, and he’s sure somehow you’re keeping him there. It’s easier to say you’re making him stay locked in your body, connected with you.

Manjiro doesn’t think love is kind. He thinks it’s vicious, and loud, and he thinks it hurts.

“‘M gonna cum!” He thinks it’s cruel, and overbearing, and obsessive.

“Shit, Manjiro! I love you.” And he doesn’t think he’ll ever really be able to stop chasing it.

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[1 pm]: "and i'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways, maybe just the touch of a hand"

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pairing: Albedo x gn!reader

genre: Fluff, soulmate!au, very light angst almost unnoticeable

a/n: I have such a huge urge to write a part 2, but I just don't know.

Word: Soulmate

Definition: A person who is perfectly suited to another in every single way. Someone you are predestined to be with.

Word: Homunculus

Definition: A life form that is artificially created by an alchemist.

Theory: Homunculi do not have soulmates.

A homunculus is not created by the hands of the gods, therefore it is a transgression to the natural order that Celestia has ordained. When faced with such an anomaly, the evidence of human hubris in thinking they can usurp the life-giving powers of the higher beings, who is to say that the gods will look favorably on that which should not exist?

Who is to say that this entity is deserving of a soulmate?

Albedo has no problem reconciliating himself with this theory, even while some of the people around him scramble eagerly around to find their destined one.

How equally fascinating and mind-boggling that a single touch of the hand is enough for one to recognize their soulmate.

While he can somewhat understand a human's need to seek out love and companionship, he himself does not despair over the fact that he may never have his one and only. He is very much content with the status of the relationships he has at the moment, and find no need to occupy his mind with other matters when there are questions about the world that needs explaining.

Until you came stumbling into his life, that is.

He was in the middle of sketching something that caught his attention when the serene silence is broken by a loud scream. He whip his head around to see you sprinting for your life towards him, the only thing coming out your mouth is a simple "Lawachurl!"

That is all it took for him to run after you and telling you he knows a place where you can hide. He leads you to the mouth of a cave where the two of you had your backs to the wall, hidden from sight. Only when the growling died down and the footsteps sounded far away did you breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hi," you offer a timid smile.

"Hi," he responds, noticing that he has never seen your face around Mondstadt before.

"Sorry for dragging you into this."

"No, it's all right. Dragonspine is a very unexpected place, after all." He also sees the way you shiver despite the layers of clothing you have on. "My camp is nearby, if you don't mind we can go there to get you warmed up."

It only took a warm bowl of soup and a roaring fire to get the both of you acquainted with one another. He found out that you're an adventurer drawn to the city of wind partly due to the tales of the mountains of everlasting winter that had enchanted you when you were little.

You, in turn, learn that he is an alchemist with a mind too curious and far too brilliant, whose body seem to not register the cold as much as a normal human should.

"And, what is your impression of Dragonspine thus far?" He asks as he takes the bowl away from you.

"It does look to be a place right out of a fairytale book, like the ones that tell of a princess made of snow and her castle made of crystal on the side of the mountain. But there's something oddly melancholic about this place, as if tragedies upon tragedies are buried here. Never to see the sun again."

Albedo sees you staring out at where the stark-white bones of a great beast lay, and he cannot help but agree with you.

So begins an eccentric routine of him occasionally spotting you in Dragonspine, him inviting you back to camp, him continuing to do his experiments while at times listening to you.

You have a way of telling stories, making them feel so alive and vibrant that he almost believed he was there experiencing what you experienced, seeing what you saw, sensing what you sensed.

"Why do you continue to come back to Dragonspine?" he questions one day as he observes the reaction of mixing Electro Crystals with Mist Flower Corollas.

"If no one has the mind to wonder and a will to discover despite the dangers and uncertainty of it all, nothing in the world will be known," you say simply.

He leaves it at that.

Albedo does not want to admit it, but he looks forward to your visits, revels in your presence in a way that is different from his other relationships.

A good different, he decides.

A kind of different that makes something inside him stir, makes him feel comfortable and at ease with you even when not a single word is exchanged between the two of you. Makes him feel like he can simply be himself around you.

For all of his brilliance, he cannot put a name to whatever it is you invoke in him. It feels foreign, alien, unknown. It feels almost human.

Albedo sets down whatever he is working on and turn over to look at you. You're taking a nap right after lunch, a picture of tranquility as your chest rises slowly up and down, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks.

A couple of hair strands fall onto your sleeping face, and suddenly he has the urge to brush them behind your ears.

If his theory is correct, then nothing would happen right? And he has his gloves on, so it should be fine, right? It's not like his heart is shaking and his throat feels like it's constricting as he slowly moves his hand closer to your face, something tugging at his heartstrings as his fingers lightly graze your strands.

He retracts his hand, unable to submit himself.

(Another part of his mind tells him that he is afraid).

Word: Coward

Definition: Who he is right now.