TR CHARACTERS AS MY PAST CRUSHES

Hey! I saw that you do headcanons as well? Sorry if I’m asking in the right place but I loved your post on Asra’s hurt!! Could you possibly do the “mc getting slapped by the m6” ask please? My angsty little heart needs foodddd

hiii!! i’m so glad you liked my post:)) don’t worry, i’ll do my best to not cry when i’m writing this although it probably won’t work

i just wanna say that under no circumstances is it okay to hurt your partner!! please don’t take this post the wrong way:)

the main 6 slapping mc

asra

• it probably started because of how much he keeps from you. you know it’s just because he doesn’t want to see you hurt or unhappy because of how much of your life you’ve lost to your premature death, but it’s still so infuriating. you’re not a child, and you tell him as much.

• as much as you love each other, arguments can get messy. you know so much about each other that it’s difficult not to go for the soft parts in an argument, and you just snap.

• they’re probably running his hands through his hair, tears of frustration and pent up feelings slipping down his cheeks and catching the light of the many candles around the shop, making them glister strangely beneath the low light.

• “asra, you’re being ridiculous. how in the arcana am i supposed to know about who i was if you won’t fucking tell me?” you shout at them, crystals and glass bottles clinking together on the shelves.

• asra breaks, finally raising his voice as well, telling you that you’re acting like a child. you feel a twisted feeling of satisfaction at his loss of control. at least they’re actually treating you like a person— but you’re still so frustrated.’why can’t he just see that you’re not a china doll, easily broken and delicately made?

•you’re screaming now, tears blurring your vision. all you see is red. “if i’m acting like such a child then why did you even bother bringing me back? you should have just fucking left me to rot beneath the lazaret if you won’t so much as—” you’re cut off with a sharp crack.

• asra’s stronger than they look, and he wasn’t thinking as he lashed out in anger and pain, so you probably stumble back into the shelves behind you, or onto the counter of the shop.

• you touch your hand to your hot cheek with a dull feeling of surprise. it’s as if everything is through a haze, your gaze flickering up to meet asra’s horrified one as you take a step back, a dry sob heaving through your chest as your knees give out and you sink to the floor.

• “mc, i’m so sorry, i can’t— i don’t— please. i’m so sorry,” he stumbles over his words as he crouches before you, giving you enough space that you could easily leave. you don’t, and he breathes out slowly as they reach towards you and gently, heartbreakingly softly, cups your face to turn it towards him. he inhales sharply as he takes in your bruised cheekbone, red already beginning to spread outwards in the shape of his hand, and he flinches to see that he’s hurt you, his beloved apprentice.

• he opens his arms slowly, hesitantly, and you sink into them, burying your face in his scarves and then drawing back slightly with a faint hiss as your cheek touches the fabric, and he lets out a sob as well, burying his face in your sweet-smelling hair. murmurs “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” into you over and over again, rocking you back and forth on the floor of the shop.

• he’ll hurt for weeks after, even after the bruise fades, he’ll simply refuse to touch you for days after the incident. whispers “but what if i hurt you,” his voice breaking at the mere thought of it, and you cradle him to you, stroking his cheek as he shakes.

nadia

• the argument was probably about her refusing to ask for help. she’s been alone for so long that the refusal simply comes naturally. she has to prove that she can be successful alone, that she can make something of herself without anyone.

• at first, you tell her gently that she can trust you, that you’re always here for her, and that she doesn’t have to do this alone— but she doesn’t want to hear it, telling you insistently that she doesn’t need any help.

• “your dark circles would say otherwise, nadi! you can’t keep going on like this!” you tell her, your voice strained as you lay a hand on her arm. you just want to help her, but she won’t listen to you. “i can do it myself,” she tells you coldly, pulling away from you and turning back to her work. “i don’t need your help. i never have.”

• you feel the hurt blossom in your chest, but you try to push it down as you close her books, smudging the ink on a document by mistake. “nadi, please.” you tell her, but she doesn’t even seem to hear you as she opens her books and sets her jaw, looking at the ruined document. you bite your lip in dismay and go to apologise, but she cuts in before you get the chance. “you ruin everything. you’re such a nuisance, can you not find anything better to do with your time than to bother me? i am the countess of vesuvia, and i don’t need your help.” she’s shouting by the end of her outburst, and you recoil, hurt now showing across your face— but it’s quickly replaced by anger.

• you laugh disbelievingly, your voice spiteful and pained as you speak. “you don’t need my help? well that’s certainly a different tune than the one you were singing when you came to me in the middle of the night, asking for my help. and even then i gave it unbegrudgingly. you’re so stubborn, nadia! you’re so ridiculously naïve that you can’t even see that not everybody’s against you. so your sisters acted like every older sibling the world over, and excluded you from a few games. you carry grudges as if the world’s out to get you and nobody seeks to help you. you’re such a child! why—” your screaming cuts off at the sharp crack.

• you cry out at the sudden flare of pain. nadia’s also a lot stronger than she looks— i mean, she’s a master sword-fighter. and so, you stumble backwards into the marble table opposite her desk, turning away from her to catch your breath, your figure shaking with quiet sobs. everything seems to fall away, and you hold your arms around yourself in a poor attempt to keep your paroxysms of sobs quiet.

• nadia is completely silent. the jarring force snapped her out of whatever tired grumpiness she had been wallowing in, and now she’s just looking at her hands, a look of absolute horror twisting her features as she takes in the hand, resting palm-down on her knees, that she used to— to— she can’t even think about it. she has betrayed your trust, used your relationship, built on a foundation of love and mutual respect, to hurt you. it’s as if she’s seeing the world through a haze of disbelief. she’s taken advantage of your love for her, she’s physically violated you, and the thought of that leaves her physically ill. hot tears drop steadily into her lap, as she turns her hands over, and her eyes widen even more, if possible, with horror. blood glisters thickly on her index finger, coating the closest section to her palm where a golden ring sits. the countess of vesuvia never takes her rings off during the day, and she’s snapped out of her daze by the quiet hiss that comes from where you stand.

•when the first tears stream down your face, you hiss at the sharp pain, touching your fingers gently to your face and wincing as they come into contact with… is that a wound? you stare at them as they come away a deep, garnetine red. your hair is sticking to the blood running down your face from the wound. you sob dryly as the pain sets in, and by the gods it stings. it seems that even the air twists into your opened skin, burning sharply. you’re so lost in the mist of disbelief you barely notice when nadia comes up behind you.

• “my love?” her voice comes, softly, and you stiffen as she lays a hand on your upper arm. she withdraws it quickly as her voice breaks. “please, mc. say anything. look at me, i beg of you.” you don’t say anything for a minute before you inhale softly and turn to her.

• something in nadia breaks. she lifts shaking fingers up to her mouth as your eyes meet hers, and she takes in what she’s done to you. she’s sliced your upper-cheek open from just short of the bridge of your nose to almost the edge of your face. and the cut is deep. bruising spreads around it, in the shape of her hand, and she lets out a sob before dropping to her knees, taking your hand in hers. “by the arcana, mc, i am so, so sorry— i don’t know— i can’t— please, my love, i am so sorry,” she presses her forehead to your hand before you start to cry, sinking to your knees as well and burying your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking. you hiss softly as you draw your hand away and it comes away a glistening, wine-dark red.

• you flinch away from her as she comes to envelop you in a hug. “don’t. please,” you say softly, pulling yourself away from her. you leave bloodstains on the floor. her eyes hold inexplicable sorrow and remorse in them, as she nods haltingly, her heart breaking as she realises— you’re… afraid of her. later, she’ll bury her head into her pillow and sob her heart out but for now, she needs you to know to not be afraid of her. she loves you, you know that— and you need to know she’ll never violate the trust you put in her again.

• “mc… please. i’m so, so inexplicably sorry for what i’ve done to you. i promise it will never happen again.” her voice is soft, and she speaks to you as if you’re a wounded deer she’s found in the palace gardens, her voice breaking as she lets you see that she’s approaching you, her arms in front of her as she holds them out softly when she’s quite close to you.

• you look at her, meet her eyes with yours, and slowly settle into her embrace as she lets out a quiet sob of relief, burying her head in your hair. you pull away with a quiet gasp of pain when her hair meets your wound, and she cups your face (your good side) softly, stroking your cheek with her thumb as you close your eyes and she moves closer to you, giving you the time to pull away before her lips meet your forehead and she kisses you there gently before pressing one just above your cut and pulling you back to her, minding your cheek. you cry softly into her chest, and she does so into your hair. the two of you stay there until the blood starts to dry on your cheek and she stands, helping you up.

• “i’m taking you to the infirmary, dearest one.” “but… nadia.” you gesture to the state you’re in with a raised eyebrow. blood stains your collar and had dripped down your cheek in steady rivulets— and now your entire cheek is coated in blood. the cut itself is deep and thorough, splitting the skin so that the flesh beneath is easily visible, and the black, blue, and red flesh around your cut in the shape of nadia’s hand is enough that there is no room to doubt how your injury happened. “i’m your partner. there’s nobody else that would have done this— your entire court will know.” you look at her gently. “i can hide this.”

• and yet again, nadia’s heart is absolutely crushed. broken. shattered. “my heart, you should not have to hide what i have done. we’re going to the infirmary.”

• the entire way there, nadia weathers the stares and whispers with, for once, a bent head. you tighten your fingers around her hand— you know how important the favour of the court is. when you finally arrive, and you have to explain, haltingly, how you were injured, nadia gets a few looks of unbridled disgust as your injuries are treated. you squeeze her hand every now and again, and she looks at you gratefully. her eyes darken as you bite your lip roughly when the antiseptic meets it, your eyes watering as she strokes your hand, never taking her eyes away from you.

• afterwards, will absolutely doubt herself as a leader and a partner. no matter if you forgive her, no matter that the bruise fades and the wound heals, she’ll still always linger on your scar when she’s kissing your face, she’ll still murmur “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, darling,” into your hair for months after.

• if anyone is so much as even vaguely disdainful towards you with respects to your scar, you’ll literally have to talk her down from having them thrown out/arrested. you forgive her, and she loves you with all of her— but when dark feelings surface now there’s absolutely nothing you can do that will even get a shadow of a rise out of her. is just calm and collected. never so much as raises her voice at you.

• will 100% look at you as you sleep and hate herself for harming you in any way.

hope you enjoyed the angst fest!! these were so long— but i’ll do the next four periodically:)

helping them when they need it

incl. itto, xiao, kazuha, childe

warnings: mentions of injuries / cuts

a/n: childe’s is . kind of angsty ?? still has a little bit of reverse comfort. also takes place before he tries to destroy liyue <3

itto

you weren’t entirely sure why arataki itto ran to you when he had an allergy attack, but here he was, nearly hyperventilating at your doorstep.

“what happened?” you ask, putting your hand on his shoulder to steady him.

“beans,” he chokes out. “beans,” he repeats, coughing.

“we were getting food and there were beans hidden under his rice,” one of his gang members explains. “we told him to be careful but he was so hungry he took a bite without checking!”

“oh, jeez. come on,” you sigh, helping itto up. “could you guys give us some space?” you look to the three men standing behind itto.

they all nod. “we’ll stay out here if that’s what you need.”

you close your door and sit itto down. his eyes were filled with tears and he was coughing uncontrollably. “itto, you’ve gotta be more careful. this is the 2nd time this has happened in the past week,” you tell him. “at this rate, you’re gonna build an immunity to beans.”

itto rapidly shakes his head. “no way. never gonna happen,” he says with a strained voice.

“just sit here and calm down. you’re not gonna be able to get your breath back if you keep panicking,” you tell him. “do you want some water?”

itto quickly nods. you retrieve a glass of water for him and he slurps it down. “man, you really are a lifesaver,” he breathes. he already sounds better.

“are you gonna be okay? aren’t eating beans like, particularly bad for you? am i gonna have to rush you to a doctor?” you ask.

“slow down, slow down,” itto says between breaths. “i think i’ll be fine. might have to take it easy for the rest of the night, but i won’t die or anything. it was just one bean.” his face scrunches up. “so gross.”

you refill his glass of water, and he drinks it all in the blink of an eye. “d’you mind if i crash here for a bit?” he asks. “just a few hours, tops. i promise i’ll be gone before the sun sets.”

you nod. “that’s fine, i guess. what do you want me to tell the guys?”

“just tell ‘em to head home and that i’m taking a nap here. they’ll be outta your hair then.”

you did just that, and although hesitant, his gang members left. by the time you came back inside, itto was already fast asleep. you didn’t have to leave home, so you just went on with your day and kept an eye on itto.

the sun started to set and itto finally started stirring. “itto?” you ask quietly.

itto’s eyes flutter open and he rubs them before lifting his head. “oh man, how long have i been out?”

“three days,” you reply. “just kidding, it’s only been a few hours.” you quickly add on once you see the look of horror on itto’s face.

“not funny,” he mumbles, setting his head back down. “how am i still so exhausted?”

“well, you are extremely allergic to beans. ‘extremely’ almost doesn’t seem like a good enough word to describe how badly allergic you are,” you tell him. “just stay the night.”

“are you sure?” itto asks after a few moments of silence. “i mean, i’m sure i can make it home just fine. granny is probably worried about me,” he says.

“i understand that, but i don’t really think you’re in a condition to make that journey back to your granny right now. surely she’ll understand when you get back?“ you suggest.

“yeah, you’re probably right. she’d probably be mad at me for walking that much when i’m like this.” he says. he groans. “i need to go back to sleep. my head is killing me,”

“no worries. hopefully you’ll feel better in the morning.” you say.

“hey, (y/n), thanks for letting me stay here while i recover. i owe you big time.” itto says.

you chuckle. “don’t worry about it. you’re not in best itto condition, i can’t let you go around inazuma looking like that,”

he laughs. “yeah, thanks for — wait, what do you mean by that? how bad do i look?!?”

xiao

“he’s on the roof, as usual. i… don’t think he’s in the best condition. could you please check on him?”

verr goldet’s voice sounded more nervous than usual. as you made your way to the top of wangshu inn, you were just expecting to see xiao exhausted from conquering demons — it was a rare sight, but it did happen. you had never actually seen him physically hurt.

“xiao?” you ask, stepping onto the roof. you couldn’t see him. “xiao?” you repeat.

you hear something behind you. turning, you finally see xiao. you can tell by the way he’s standing that he’s in great pain — eyebrows furrowed, face contorted in a way that makes it only more obvious he’s trying to hide his pain. “you called?”

“verr goldet asked me to check on you… are you okay?” you ask, stepping closer.

xiao grunts. “i’m fine.”

it’s then when you notice his arms are cut, exposing dark gashes on his arm that are the complete opposite of a human’s flesh. gasping, you put a hand on his arm, making sure to be wary of his injury. “what happened?”

“i said i’m fine,” xiao gently moves away from your grasp. “it’s just a flesh wound…”

“it should still be cared for,” you tell him. “please let me look at it.”

xiao crossed his arms before sighing. “alright, fine.”

“i’ll be back in just a moment. don’t leave.”

you quickly go down the stairs of wangshu inn and retrieve a first aid kit. you’re back to the roof in no time and pleased to see that xiao hasn’t left. “sit,” you say, gently helping him sit down. you start to disinfect his cuts.

he doesn’t even flinch. he clears his throat. “…is it bad?”

you shake your head. “no. it isn’t deep enough to need stitches or anything,” you reply. “but whatever got you, got you pretty good.”

you bandage up his right arm and start cleaning the next. “where were you when i got here? verr goldet said you’d be on the roof.”

“i knew she’d send you after me,” he mumbles. “i didn’t want you to see me hurt.”

“why?” you ask. “it’s a good thing i did, right? you could get more hurt if you left these untreated.”

he shrugs. “i suppose you’re right.”

“if you didn’t want me to see you like this, then why did you still show up?” you ask.

“because you called out my name. and i promised i’d be there whenever you did.” xiao replies.

you finish bandaging him up. “you’re good at keeping promises,” you say, packing the first-aid kit up. “so promise me you won’t hesitate to ask me for help.”

xiao pauses for a moment before nodding slightly. when you start to descend the stairs to return the kit back to its place, you feel xiao’s eyes on you, watching intently. “i’m just putting the first-aid kit back,” you tell him. “i’ll be back. would you like me to get you some almond tofu from chef yanxiao?”

“okay,” he says, shoulder dropping in relief. “just… make it fast, please,”

kazuha

doing business on the docks of liyue, you had grown close to the captain of the crux, beidou. you were the first to welcome her back and the last to send her your regards and well wishes before she left. so when she returned to liyue after a trip to inazuma, she wasted no time to introduce you to kaedehara kazuha.

he was timid, only speaking to beidou, avoiding all eye contact with you — beidou told you once it was just you and her that he had been through a lot recently, fleeing from inazuma after witness his friend get slain.

before the pair left the dock, you called out his name.

“kazuha, if you ever need help, ask beidou where you can find me.”

it was just an offer; you couldn’t deny that his story pulled at your heartstrings a bit. he had gone through so much. losing a friend, fleeing your home nation, suddenly coming to a new nation you don’t know anything about. it was a lot.

a few weeks had passed since kazuha had arrived in liyue. you had only spoken to him once since beidou introduced you to him, but you saw him around the city a lot and would always wave or give him a friendly smile. it wasn’t until a stormy night that kazuha took up your offer of help.

you almost didn’t hear him knock on your door. it almost blended in with the pounding rain against your house. but you checked anyways, and you were greeted with a soaking wet kazuha at your doorstep.

you immediately pulled him inside, running to grab a towel to dry him off. he looked like he was soaked to the bone, his clothes were sopping wet and rain dripped from his hair. you wrapped the towel around him and sat him down.

“i tried to find shelter,” kazuha chuckles as he pulls the towel tighter around his body. “but as you can see, i failed.”

“it’s been raining for hours,” you say softly, throwing more wood in the fireplace nearby. “have you been in the rain this entire time?”

“not the entire time. i was in a cave when the rain started, but the wind started to blow the rain in. so i started to make my way here.” he explains. “it still took some time, though.”

“i’m glad you knew where i was. besides from me there’s only two other houses nearby, and i’m not sure they’d be as welcoming to a stranger.” you tell him.

“after we met a few weeks ago i asked beidou where i could find you if i needed it. since i’ve been here for some time now, i didn’t have any trouble finding you, luckily.” he replies. he sniffles, pushing his wet hair back.

“let me get you some food, you must be starving.” you say, pushing a chair closer to the fireplace. “sit here. get warmed up,” you help him stand and get him seated by the fire.

you quickly go to your kitchen to retrieve some soup you had made earlier while you rack your brain on what to do about his clothes. you had some old clothes you didn’t wear anymore that might fit him; he just needed something for the night. you left the kitchen to get kazuha some food in his stomach.

“here’s some soup,” you say. “you’ll have to change out of those clothes before you get sick, though,”

kazuha nods, taking the soup from your hands and sips it, sighing in relief at the warmth. “thank you for helping me,” he says. “i don’t think i realized how cold i was until i got here.”

“of course,” you reply. “there’s no way i’d leave you out there. let me get you those clothes now,” you go to your bedroom and find the clothes — looking at them now, they’d surely fit him.

when you return, kazuha had finished the soup and was standing by the fire. he had just finished drying his hair; it was out of it’s usual ponytail now. “i’m sorry for causing any—“

“shh,” you shush him. “it’s fine. i offered to help and now i’m helping.” you hand him the clothes.

his eyelids are heavy. he looks so exhausted he could fall asleep standing up.

“i can take you to my room and you can have my bed for the night.” you tell him.

kazuha shakes his head. “no. i can’t do that. i can just sleep out here on the floor.”

“kazuha—“

“i’ll be fine. i’m used to it. having a roof over my head is enough for me.” he says.

you listen to the rain outside for a few moments before nodding. “okay. you can put your clothes by the fire, hopefully they’ll be dried by morning.” you say. “are you sure you’ll be okay?”

kazuha smiles slightly, nodding. “yes. i can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done so far.”

“alright, then. i’ll see you in the morning.” you leave kazuha by himself and go to your own room. it takes you some time to shut your brain off and fall asleep, but you manage.

in the morning, you leave your room and see that kazuha has already woken up. he was back in his own clothes that had dried and had neatly folded yours and set it on the table.

“how are you feeling?” you ask.

“okay,” kazuha replies. “although… i can feel a cold coming on,” he sighs.

“well, you can always come back if you need to. a cold will definitely leave faster if you have proper shelter. i can also get you some medicine from dr. baizhu. i have to deliver something to him today anyways,” you tell him.

kazuha nods, grinning. “thank you.”

you quickly get ready and head towards the harbor with kazuha. the smell of rain still lingered in the air, children were jumping in the puddles left behind while the wild animals drank from them.

“i have to head to the crux,” kazuha says. “thank you again for all the help.”

“you’re welcome. feel free to come by anytime,” you tell him.

he nods, a soft smile on his face. “i’ll definitely consider it.”

childe

there had been a few times before when you had needed to patch up the mysterious man from snezhnaya — usually just a few cuts and bruises, but for a toy seller, he was getting hurt an awful lot.

so when he showed up on your doorstep, clothes tattered, covered in blood, you knew there was definitely something he wasn’t telling you. but that didn’t mean you were going to deny him help.

silence fills the room as you disinfect his cuts and clean the dirt off his skin. you noticed that body was basically covered in scars.

“you’ve definitely seen me in better shape,” childe finally says, voice strained. he’s still able to crack a smile.

you look to him. even though he’s smiling, you can sense some kind of hurt in his eyes. you quickly glance away. “i have.”

“i appreciate your help. i didn’t know who else to go to. the pharmacy is closed, and i’m not sure i’d get the same kind of help there as i will from you.” childe says.

you nod. “you made the right choice. so, what happened?” you ask.

the question makes childe shift uncomfortably in his spot. “i can tell you’re suspicious.”

“of course i am. am i supposed to think toy sellers get in fights like this?” you question. “either way, i don’t care. we’ve already established some kind of friendship, so…”

“it was never my plan to keep my real job hidden from you,” he admits. “but it would change your mind about me. and it felt kind of nice to have someone who didn’t know what i’m really in liyue for… but everyone figures it out somehow,” he says, chuckling.

“childe…” you say softly. “i’m still helping you. and i plan to do this whenever you need it.”

childe looks to you, with an almost confused and hurt expression on his face. “i’m not a good guy.”

“then i’ll pretend you’re a good guy.” you reply, pressing a bandage onto a cut on his shoulder. “if mr. zhongli trusts you, then surely you can’t be all that bad? i’m starting to get a feeling you don’t talk too highly of yourself.”

childe looks down at the floor. “okay. then we can pretend i’m just a toy seller.”

you pull childe’s sleeve back down to cover the bandage. “alright.”

childe stands up from his seat and heads to the door. “thank you again.”

“are you sure you want to leave? you must be exhausted. you’re already hurt and it’s dark outside. you should really—“

“i’ll be fine.” childe cuts you off. “i shouldn’t take up more of your time. you’ve already helped me this much.” he opens the front door. “i hope i’ll see you again soon.”

and then, he’s gone, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts.

can u do the “wearing a men size sweater n they think ure cheating” with suna iwaizumi osamu n atsumu?

THEY SEE YOU WEARING A MEN'S SIZED SWEATER AND THINK YOU'RE CHEATING ON THEM | 4

characters: iwaizumi + osamu + suna + (gn!reader)

warnings: none

notes: i've been meaning to do another long hc again, it's been a while. i already did atsumu in part one! + iwa's is set in a college au but they are all adults in every one!

part one | part two | part three

IWAIZUMI ⤵

honestly blame oikawa sfdgfhjk

he really didn't mean any harm by it, he was just being annoying as usual, but in a lighthearted way you know

he made a comment to an already stressed iwa and that's just a recipe for disaster

"you know iwa-chan," oikawa choosed to ignore the glare his friend sent his way, continuing to pester him with a sing-songy voice. "i think it's unfair how you don't let me wear your sweatshirts, but let y/n do." he tilted his head, "although, i'm sure they probably look way better in it than you do."

iwaizumi was about to smack his friend on the back of his head when he paused, hand in the air, confusing him.

he cringed, dramatically waiting for the impact. "if you're gonna hit me just do it already...i'm not a fan of the suspense, iwa."

iwaizumi frowned deeply, dropping his hand, weirdly scaring the other boy even more. "what are you talking about? i didn't give..."

instead of giving oikawa a chance to even react, he stormed off to find you, an uneasy, dark feeling growing in the pit of his stomach when he found you talking to some guy outside your class. luckily, you both had class in the same building today so it was easy to find you.

he stood there for a moment, just watching you, taking you in. you looked cute, but that pissed him off even more, and lit a fire on the spark of insecurity in the pit of his stomach.

were you cold? was that it? if so, then why didn't you ask him for his sweater? did you think he would say no? was he a bad boyfriend?

he was so caught up that he didn't even realize you were walking up to him, a sweet smile on your face. you grabbed his hand gently, your smile turning a bit more curious when you realized he hadn't noticed you approach him.

"hey haji." you squeezed his hand, "you okay?"

he blinked, his tense body immediately loosening up at your presence, but when he looked down at your clothing again, he frowned.

your brows furrowed. "what's wrong?"

he kept his eyes on your sweater. "you and that guy are pretty close huh?"

you looked even more confused for a moment before it clicked. "oh you mean that guy from my class? i mean..." you paused, thinking back to your interactions, trying to determine if you would consider you guys as close, but your boyfriend only took your silence as confirmation for his insecurity induced delusions. "no, not really."

his lips stretched into a smile that looked more like a grimace before dropping less than a second later. "then when'd he give you this?"

you tilted your head, "give me what?"

he pressed his tongue to the side of his cheek, his tell that he was pissed off, which only confused you further. he looked into your eyes, glanced back to your sweater and back to your eyes again.

you looked down as well, the confusion clear on your face as you looked back up at him, a feeling of unease sprouting inside you. "he didn't give me this?" your response came out more like a question and iwaizumi raised a brow and crossed his arms.

"well i didn't."

you looked at him plainly, "you know i have money of my own, right? i bought this myself." you crossed your arms as well, feeling defensive. "why on earth would he have gotten this for me?"

his mouth suddenly felt dry, and guilt washed over him. "i..." he sighed, letting his eyes close. you then realized how stressed and worked up he seemed. "i'm sorry. i was being a dumbass."

you stepped forward, a knowing, worrying look in your eyes as you placed a gentle hand on his arm. "haji you can't keep stressing yourself out like this with no breaks, you know the irrational part of your brain feeds you crazy information when you're like this."

his shoulders sagged embarrassingly as he grunted out a response. "i know."

you narrowed your eyes, "you're lucky i'm more understanding than most. if not i wouldn't have forgiven what you just accused me of."

he looked at you with guilty eyes, pulling you in for a hug by your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck. "i'm sorry, baby." he mumbled against your sweater, gripping you tight.

you rolled your eyes fondly, patting his back. "yeah yeah. let's go. you need a nap."

OSAMU ⤵

honestly your relationship was fairly new

and he'd rather die than let him know, but atsumu's teasing jokes about his twin needing to hold you tight so you don't go find someone else better did get to him

and he was tired, he'd had a long day at the restaurant

you were meeting up with him for a late dinner after he closed up the restaurant for the night. nothing special, just a quiet evening for the two of you. you got there a little earlier just cause you were excited to see him, honestly. when you reached the door, you nearly bumped into a man walking in at the same time, the both of you too distracted to notice one another.

you both laughed it off and he opened the door for you, letting you walk in first. you just assumed he was being kind, but nothing more.

unfortunately, from osamu's perspective, the two of you looked very familiar with each other. a million thoughts started running through his head unwillingly, his gaze frozen on you smiling up at this man he'd never seen before. his heart dropped when he noticed the sweater you were wearing. it looked like it could fit the man next to you.

had you really already met someone better? but why would you bring him here? to end things?

you and the man continued to have your conversation as you approached the counter, and a very annoyed (and slightlyvery hurt) osamu.

having had enough, he cleared his throat and spoke up in a very monotone voice. "can i help you?"

you both perked up and looked towards the sound, and you smiled recognizing the man you came here to see. the man next to you spoke up, "oh i'm just here to pickup an order."

your boyfriend put both hands on the counter, spread out on either side in front of him, slightly flexing his muscles as he stared the man down. "what are you, the delivery guy?"

the man laughed, "no, man, just picking up a meal to bring home." he pointed towards the bag of takeout on the counter, "i think that might be mine actually––unless it's for you?" he turned to you questioningly, but before you could respond, osamu did it for you.

"we're eating together, actually. as soon as you leave." he raised a brow, daring the man to say something else, but he got the hint, giving an awkward smile to your boyfriend and thanking him for the food before greeting you goodbye and exiting the restaurant.

as soon as the door closed, you furrowed your brows towards osamu, slightly amused. "what's with the attitude?"

he crossed his arms, "he was being too friendly." you rolled your eyes and he tilted his head, looking you up and down. "what's with the sweater?" before he could say the next words that came to mind 'you replace me already?', you spoke up, looking down at your clothing.

"got it for three dollars at the thrift store." you looked up with a smile and his face dropped in realization, only for a complete different reason than you thought. "what's the matter?" your smile turned more mischievous. "don't like the thought of me wearing another man's clothes?" you batted your eyelashes playfully and he scoffed, shaking his head, before letting it hang.

"you have no idea..."

concerned, you made your way around the counter, placing a questioning hand on his back, gasping when he turned around and pulled you into his arms without a word.

"what's the matter, samu?" your voice was soft, careful as you hugged him back.

he simply held you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "nothin." he mumbled. "m'just never letting you go."

SUNA ⤵

suna's was a little more understanding? i suppose

he was taking a nap when you got to his place

you were at that point in your relationship where you would come over all the time, you even had your own key

and you knew that he was probably taking his after work nap so you decided to come over and order food when he wakes up

but unfortunately during his nap he had a dream (more like nightmare) that you were cheating on him

he woke up, dazed, unsure of his surroundings and overwhelmed by what he just witnessed. he honestly couldn't tell if it was a dream or not because everything looked so real, his house was exactly the same as well. was it a memory? he was so confused.

he'd heard you on the phone talking with your friend about your problem. how you were cheating on him and you didn't want to hurt him, all the while you were wearing this other man's sweatshirt.

his heart rate picked up when he heard you in the living room, talking to someone. he slowly and as quietly as possible, made his way out of his room, practically tip toeing down the hallway to peek around the corner. you were talking on the phone...exactly as you were in the dream. maybe it was a premonition? then his eyes fell to your sweater...it looked exactly like the one he saw.

he went back to his room and got back into bed. maybe if he slept this off, everything would be back to normal. maybe this was the bad dream.

he was tossing and turning but he couldn't seem to fall asleep. so many thoughts were plaguing his mind.

a few minutes later, you made your way into the room. as he heard you coming, he contemplated pretending to be asleep, but he decided against it. he had to face this, right?

you smiled at him sweetly, being quiet so as not to disturb him. you know how cranky he gets when his naps are interrupted or if he's woken up before he needs to be. but when you noticed he was awake, you plopped down right beside him.

"hi baby." you leaned down to kiss his forehead and pulled back to look at him curiously when you felt him tense under your touch. "are you okay?"

he stared at you for a moment. "who were you on the phone with?"

"oh you heard that?" he narrowed his eyes. that was a suspicious answer.

"i'm sorry, i thought i was being quiet, i didn't mean to wake you." okay, maybe not. "i was talking to atsumu. he said he's been trying to plan a reunion dinner and you keep ignoring him." you looked at him pointedly and he rolled his eyes.

okay so you weren't talking to your friend. and you definitely aren't cheating on him with atsumu of all people. but there's still the sweater...

he had to be strategic about this.

"are you cheating on me?"

or not.

he blinked at you, shocked by his own words. you blinked back.

"...are you still asleep?"

he blinked again. "no?"

"are you sure?..."

he narrowed his eyes again. "answer the question."

"babe, i think you need to go back to sleep."

"that's not an answer..." he muttered.

you placed a hand on his cheek and sighed. "no i'm not cheating on you." you tilted your head as you looked down at him. "i'm gonna blame the fact that you're disoriented from your nap for this ridiculous question."

he looked away, suddenly embarrassed at the realization at how dumb he sounded. his voice was small. "then who's sweater is that?"

you rolled your eyes. "mine, dummy. it's just oversized."

his cheek heated up under your touch and you stifled a laugh. "i should take a picture to remember this."

he glared at you halfheartedly. "fuck off."

you laughed for real this time. "oh come on, you're the one accusing me of cheating cause of my sweater-"

he cut you off, pulling you into his arms. "yeah yeah, take a nap with me then. this way i'll know you're not running off with some other guy while i'm asleep." he teased, a hint of a smile in his voice.

you smacked his chest playfully, shaking your head in disbelief. "you know maybe i should ban you from taking naps if this is the outcome. insane accusations."

"i'd like to see you try." he squeezed you tight and pressed his temple against your forehead. "i'm sorry. wasn't thinking straight." he kissed your forehead. "my dream just messed me up. couldn't tell what was real."

you glanced up at him, hearing the sincerity in his tone. if you were in his position, you would feel conflicted too. "it's okay rin. just know that that could never be our reality, okay? i love you." you kissed his cheek and he smiled.

"love you too."

hi! can i get a headcannon for nishinoya, semi, and akaashi of their first big fight with their s/o? and what they or their s/o will do as an apology later? your writing is great btw 🥺💓 much love to you!

FIRST FIGHT

Includes: Akaashi Keiji, Nishinoya Yuu, Semi Eita

Tw: angst, mentions of jealousy

AKAASHI KEIJI |

— Akaashi had been working late into the early morning hours each and every night for the past two weeks. Without fail, every night the door to your apartment would slam shut and it would be followed by a deep and heavy sigh.

— Like clockwork he’d come home later than usual, kick his shoes off, make himself a cup of black coffee and seat himself at his desk for hours on end during the night.

— Tonight was one of the countless nights where you had laid in bed without him next to you. You stared at the clock that sat on your nightstand and rolled your eyes silently. It was late, almost too late and he still hadn’t come to bed.

— Your eyes shifted to the balcony door that was ajar. The sheer grey curtains swayed gently with every chilly breeze that invited itself into your bedroom with ease. Taking a deep breath, you sat up and yawned as you slid out of bed and made your way down the hallway towards Keiji’s office.

— The door was open and his back was arched almost unnaturally as he sat in his desk chair. His head rested in his palm and the laptop screen illuminated his sharp features. His eyes carefully observed the documents on screen and his index finger scroll along the mouse.

— “Keiji.” You said softly as you stood in the door frame. Your arms folded over your chest as you watched him roll his eyes.

— “Keiji, it's late. Please just come to bed.”

— He huffed in response, tucking his arms under his head and leaning back in his chair. He looked you up and down methodically and scoffed in irritation.

— “It’s almost four in the morning Keiji. You can’t keep doing this. What is so important that you can’t rest or let alone acknowledge me?”

— Your tone was stern and you heaved out a sign through your mouth. Your hip jutted out and your hands were on your waistline. Your eyebrows were knitted together in frustration and a scowl grew on your otherwise delicate features.

— “Acknowledge you? You really think I’d prioritizes you over a paycheck?You act like your entitled when it comes to my attention and I’m getting fucking tired of it! I genuinely don’t give a shit about what you say to me so get out!”

— He’d never snapped at you like this. His upper lip twitched in annoyance and his cheeks flushed red as he seethed with anger.

— Your jaw went slack and your eyes went wide. Shock overwhelmed you and your vision blurred as tears began to pool in your eyes. Your hands dropped to your sides and you choked on sobs as you began to mumble out incoherent sentences.

— You covered your mouth with the back of your hand and mustered the courage to pull yourself together. Your heart beat was shallow and you choked on a sob as you took in a deep breath.

— “Well since you think I act entitled and you don’t give a shit about what I say, take your fucking engagement ring back, get your shit, and get out of my apartment.” You slid the diamond ring off of your ring finger and dropped it on the hardwood floors beneath you and turned on your heel.

— Akaashi stood abruptly as dread and utter regret overwhelmed him. He stumbled out of his desk chair and grabbed your arm just to have you slip out from his grasp. You slammed the bedroom door in his face and he went to turn the doorknob only to find it locked. He slammed his hand on the door and begged for you to open up.

— The door opened for a split second and a black duffel bag filled with his belongings was dropped at his feet.

— “Leave.“ Akaashi turned his gaze down towards the bag as if it mocked him. He bit his lip, drawing blood as he turned back towards his office and picked up your ring.

— His vision was obstructed by tears that had begun to well. He somberly dragged himself to your shared bedroom and slid down the door. He brought his left knee to his chest and his arm rested atop and he fumbled with the ring. He silently let tears slip down his face in shame at his own actions.

— His eyes had closed only momentarily but when they opened, he was greeting the dark grey skies of the early morning and the sound of heavy rain. He felt as if the world was weeping with her. He heard your cries just on the other side of the door and his heart strained within his chest.

— Akaashi forced himself off the ground, his knees buckled under him and he placed a hand on the door in attempts to steady himself. He slowly turned the doorknob to your bedroom and to his surprise, it opened.

— He opened the door to your bedroom and closed it softly behind him. He leaned against the door, hands behind his back as he observed your small form that lay with his pillow pressed against your chest.

— You were awake, he knew that much. He watched as your knuckles turned white from gripping the fabric of his pillow and he swallowed hard. He watched as your body shook with every silent sob.

— “(Y/n).” His voice cracked and he pursed his lips together tightly.

— Upon hearing his voice, your body tensed and your breath became unsteady.

— “I am deeply sorry for what I said to you and I am very ashamed of myself for the way I treated you. My actions are inexcusable and I won’t make any excuses. I just wanted you to know how truly sorry I am for what I’ve done and I wanted to bring you this before I left.”

— He held the delicate piece of jewelry with care and he gently placed it down on his bedside table. His eyes carefully traced over your features and he’d noticed the delicate and soft skin around your eyes was red with irritation from your tears.

— He watched as you curled your body closer to his pillow as you hugged it close to your chest, face buried within the soft fabric in attempts to shield yourself from him. He placed his hand next to yours and hesitantly brushed his thumb over the top of your palm. A tear escaped your eye as he carefully tucked your hair back and placed a very soft kiss to your forehead.

— “I love you more than you know. I truly hope that you find happiness elsewhere, (y/n). I’m not asking for forgiveness, I just want you to know how much I cherish you.

— The back of his hand was met with the tears that fell from his eyes silently. You heard him let out a shaky sigh before pushing yourself up and staring at his grief stricken state.

— “Keiji, don’t.” You spoke so quietly, almost a bit too quietly. He was afraid that he heard it in his head but upon turning around, he saw your somber face.

— “Please just come here.” Your cries caused him to flinch a bit, his eyes closed and his fists tightened at your plea.

— “Keiji, I’m so sorry I-“

— Akaashi sat down on the bed next to you and held your shoulders as you sobbed into his chest.

— “(Y/n), please don’t apologize for anything. You’ve done nothing wrong, my love. I promise. I’m the only one who should be apologizing for my actions.”

— He stroked your hair in a loving manor and kissed the side of your temple once, then twice.

— “I know how much I’ve hurt you and I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to say what I said. I can’t take that back.”

— “I know you’ve been working late and I can see how exhausted you are. I know you’re irritable when you're tired, Keiji.”

— “It’s still not an excuse for how I spoke to you. I’d never let anyone speak to you that way, never. And to think that I was the one who spoke to you that way angers me.”

— You buried your face into his chest and your hands crawled up his back and rubbed small circles into the fabric of his now wrinkled button up. His strong arms pulled you into his lap and he buried his face in your shoulder.

— “You need to stop pushing yourself beyond your exhaustion. You’re actions are inexcusable your right and I know you may not forgive yourself, but I forgive you. You are a good man and I know how compassionate and hardworking you are. I know you never meant to disrespect me, show me the Keiji I know.”

— “I’m trying to be better for you. I will always try to be better for you and words cannot express how truly sorry I am, (y/n).”

— Keiji sighed and he took in your gentle scent and closed his eyes tightly. You felt his hands tremble and he trailed his fingers up your back.

— “Keiji, I love you. You’re better than this, I know you are. I’m still here.”

— “I know....I know...”

NISHINOYA YUU |

— You adored your boyfriend more than anyone, he made life exhilarating beyond your expectations. But you had begun to regret your decision on moving in with him almost instantaneously when you were able to witness how unorganized he was.

— He wasn’t equipped with basic cleaning skills as he claimed on moving day. He wasn’t capable of folding the laundry and organizing it neatly.

— Cleaning the bathroom mirrors and glass door of the shower seemed nearly impossible for him to do without supervision.

— You were constantly left with the laundry basket overflowing due to Yuu forgetting to empty it into the washing machine. Dishes were never done when you awoke from a long day at work.

— You were beyond exhausted from handling customers and employees at work and coming home to an unruly apartment was enough to push you beyond your breaking point.

— Opening the door to your apartment, you threw your bag down and groaned knowing that you’d have to spend hours on end cleaning like usual.

— You walked into the kitchen in hopes of grabbing a glass of water but to your dismay, every glass had been used and piled high in the sink along with the other dishes you’d asked Yuu to clean before you left.

— “I’m fucking done!” You screamed as you stood before the clutter in your sink.

— “Babe?” Nishinoya peeked out from your bedroom door. “What’s wrong? Was work bad?”

— You turned your head slowly, a scowl plasters on your face and you threw your hands up as you spoke.

— “Yeah work was shit! But this?!” You said motioning towards the sink. “I come home to this every single night and I’m tired of it!”

— He looked puzzled by the way he raised an eyebrow at you. He stepped away from the doorframe and leaned against the wall.

— “Tired of what?”

— Your eye twitched. How could someone be so incompetent?

— “Tired of what?! Are you kidding me? You! I’m tired of how you expect me to clean up after you every single day and I can’t! I’m so exhausted when I come home and you make everything worse!”

— Noya gripped at his chest as if to silently tell you his heart had broken at the words you had just shouted at him. He shook his head all while avoiding your eyes and swallowing hard.

— “I-I’m sorry. You know... I uh, I’m sorry I make things worse...”He muttered.

— You huffed in anger but soon realized the effect your words had on him. He wasn’t hurt, it was much deeper than that.

— The way he bit his lip in attempts to hold back tears was a quite pitiful sight. He never cried when the two of you argued, if anything he was the one to calm you down and keep you level headed.

— Your heart began to feel heavy in your chest as you saw him avoid eye contact with you. You knew he felt embarrassed, ashamed even. The way he fiddled with the cuticle of his thumb gave it away.

-“Yuu...” you said quietly.

— His eyes flickered towards yours momentarily before he looked away in embarrassment.

— “I’m so sorry...I-I didn’t mean to say that to you.”

-“It’s okay...I know I don’t do enough for you and I need to change that. You shouldn’t have to tell me to do things, I should take it upon myself.”

— You weakly nodded and looked at him apologetically.

— “Thank you. I’m so sorry for saying you make things worse. It’s just hard, Yuu. I work overtime every night and I’m exhausted.”

— “No, no. I understand. You do so much for me and it’s not fair that I’m not pulling my own weight. I know you’re frustrated but I promise I’ll do better.” His gaze never faltered and his tone was confident as he stood tall before you.

-“Thank you... I love you.”

-“I love you too and I’ll do better. I promise.”

SEMI EITA |

— You watched the snow fall in a light flurry from the sky as you stood on the metro, hand gripping onto the pole next to you. Your boyfriend had walked with you to the train station that morning and as expected, he was horribly irritable.

— He stood behind you protectively, his hand wrapped around yours that gripped the pole, and his chin rested on top of your head. His eyes were closed and he had been dozing in and out of consciousness throughout the train ride.

— As the train came to an abrupt halt, you moved your head slightly which caused Semi to snap his head upwards. He groaned as you nudged him awake and grabbed his hand, tangling your fingers with his as you pulled him off the train.

— He growled under his breath as someone accidentally ran into his shoulder and you stroked your thumb over the back of his hand in attempts to calm him down.

— He was silent as you walked down the sidewalk towards Shiratorizawa’s front entrance. As you approached the front gate of the school, you could see Shirabu leaning against the courtyard wall accompanied by Tendou. Tendou laughed to himself as if to mock Shirabu as they bickered playfully.

— Tendou noticed you both and he waved excitedly and a grin played in his lips.

— “(Y/n)-Chan! Is that you! Of course it is, I can sense you from a mile away. Well, I can sense Semi, cranky bastard eh?”

— You giggled at him and gave him a side hug, letting go of Semi’s hand for a split second. Tendou was undeniably close to you and the two of you seemed to have an unbreakable bond that Semi was jealous of. The two of you were conjoined at the hip since elementary school and your friendship had carried on into high school.

— Semi grabbed your hand and laced his fingers with yours tightly. He tugged at you to follow him and he half ignored Tendou’s whine for you to “stay longer and chat”.

— “Eita?” Your voice made him snap out of his irritated thoughts and he hummed.

— “Is everything okay?” You turned towards him calmly, your eyes filled with the slightest bit of concern.

— “Yeah fine.” He said. He rolled his eyes and pulled you towards a table in the cafeteria so you could sit in peace. He closed his eyes once again, trying to focus on anything but the noise that rang in his ears.

—A loud and obnoxious voice rang in his ear not even seconds later and he recognized it to be Tendou.

— Again. Semi’s eyes snapped open and he saw Tendou wrap a lanky arm around your shoulders playfully and smirk.

— “Ehh? Semi your girlfriend, wow! Like, she’s a real baddie huh? Don’t you think?” Tendou said raising his eyebrows suggestively and you playfully jabbed him in his side.

— “Stop Satori, you're being annoying!” You giggled and tugged at his hair and he playfully poked at your cheek just to rile you up a bit.

— ‘So she’s on a first name basis with him too, huh?’

— “Can you just knock it off.” Eita was clearly bothered by Tendou’s antics by the way he snapped his eyes up towards the both of you and spoke with annoyance prevalent in his tone of voice,

— “Ohoho? Is someone mad? Come on~ I’m just playing! Right (Y/n)-Chan?”

— Semi’s gaze flickered to you almost daringly. His steady breathing faltered and the way his lip quirked upwards in disapproval was enough to have Tendou put his hands up in defense.

— “I was just kidding. But I’m gonna go, please don’t have too much fun without me. Bye now~”

— You frowned at your boyfriend and his dark eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. You rolled your eyes knowing that he was in fact jealous beyond belief at the situation he’d just encountered.

— “Eita, can you stop acting like that? You know Tendou and I are close, what’s your deal?”

— He lowered his gaze almost in a threatening manner. He huffed and slammed his hand down on the table which caused multiple heads to snap towards your direction.

— “What’s my deal? That fucking freak is the issue!” He yelled. The whole cafeteria went silent and looked towards your table.

—Tendou stood next to the volleyball teams table and his sleepy eyes widened at Semi’s sudden outburst.

— “What did you just call him?” You said almost in shock.

— You shook your head and held up your hand to shush your boyfriend before standing up and excusing yourself from everyone staring at you.

— The morning bell rang and everyone gathered their bags, shooting Semi glares as they stalked past him. Tendou shook his head and walked off trying to remain in his chipper attitude.

— You ignored Eita for the remainder of the day. He’d come to your class during lunch in hopes you’d speak to him but his attempts fell short when he saw you with Tendou.

— He saw how heated you were and he overheard you say how embarrassed you felt about what occurred that morning.

— He knew the way he acted towards you and Tendou earlier was inexcusable. He knew that Tendou had a special place in your heart and he had to respect that.

— He knew how close the two of you were and how you were a lifeline for Tendou at times. He knew he’d crossed a line by calling your best friend a freak and he was highly disappointed in himself.

— He had taken the train home by himself after school. Silence had never been so loud to him. His stomach churned as he thought about what he had done to you, not only about how he made you feel, but how he made your best friend and his teammate feel.

— Stepping off the train, he swiftly rounded the corner and jogged briskly as he made his way across the street, ignoring oncoming traffic. You didn’t live far from the train station and the minute your street came into view, he slowed his pace. You had never fought with each other.

— You chose to love him despite his overbearing attitude problem and his jealous streak. He didn’t know what it’d felt like to be absent from your presence and although he'd never admit it, it started to weigh heavy on his chest.

— He had approached your home and he was met with the door that had allowed him to enter into such a personal space. He'd been here many times, yet he was hesitant to knock on your door.

— He swallowed his pride as he lightly knocked on your door. He knew he knocked quietly, almost too quietly and he partly did that because he was afraid to be met with your sullen eyes. It had been like you waited for him though.

— The door swung open in an instant and he was met with your unamused stare.

— “What do you want, Eita.”

— His jaw locked and his gaze flickered down towards his gym shoes. He nervously shuffled which was very out of character for him.

—He was always so stoic, always so stern and to see him struggle internally was quite amusing to you. You leaned against the doorframe, arms folded over your chest as you huffed.

— “I crossed a line earlier.” He spoke.

— “Yeah. You did.”

— “I just wanted to apologize for how I acted.”

— “And?”

— “And for calling Tendou a freak because I didn’t mean that.”

— “And?”

— “Oh my god. And for making a scene in front of everyone and embarrassing you.”

— You quirked your eyebrow and you tilted your head to the side as if to innocently ask him what else he was forgetting.

— “And I’m sorry for being jealous okay?”

— A smirk played on your lips and you put your hands on your hips triumphantly. He looked up at you with sincerity in his eyes but it quickly faded once he saw your demeanor. He rolled his eyes and focused his gaze elsewhere.

— “I forgive you. I knew you were a lot more irritable than usual this morning, but that doesn’t mean you can act like that.”

— “Yeah, yeah I know that okay?”

— “Well if you know then knock it off. I love you more than anything, you just have a shitty attitude problem.” You giggled to yourself and snorted a bit which caused Semi to smile sheepishly at your cute laugh.

— “Okay okay, are we good now?” He asked a bit impatiently.

— “Hmm. Yeah, but you know, my parents aren’t home.” You raised your eyebrows at him suggestively and smiled as you watched him push past you and slam your front door closed behind him.

— He didn’t hesitate any further as he kissed your lips passionately. His calloused hands gently cupped your cheeks and your hand slowly traveled towards the base of his neck to deepen the kiss.

staring problem

summary: you’ve taken a special interest in your partner’s horns. usually they wouldn’t have cared if you were looking, more focused on the task at hand. but they can’t take it anymore when you’re openly ogling at them!

masterlist

pairings (separate): gorou, ganyu, itto, and yanfei x reader

reader info: gender neutral pronouns (they/them), reader is not traveler

word count: 1,087 words

genre: romance, fluff

format: headcanons

warnings: slightly suggestive

a/n: broke all the horny (NOT IN THAT WAY) characters out for this one💖 this idea has been on my mind for the last two weeks now, and im pretty happy on how it turned out! that’s all i wanted to say, thanks for reading this💖 

staying on task and finishing the rest of his paperwork was difficult for gorou

especially when you were sitting next to him, not overtly staring at him 

he’s not crossed with you, at all. this is something you two do a lot, just without the staring and oogling

but the more you stare at him, the more he will get flustered

gorou paused and looked at you, finding it now unbearable to continue his paperwork when you stared so intently

he asks you if there’s something on his face, because there can’t be any other reason why you’re looking at him like that 

when you smile and just say you’re curious about his ears, gorou swears he’s going to die right there

gorou is brought back from the dead (luckily) when you ask to touch them

he shyly nods and looks down, giving you better access to touch his ears

they are incredibly soft. and fluffy. so fluffy. why the hell are they so fluffy?

gorou is shocked with your sudden fascination, but secretly doesn’t mind it

he tries to go back to work as you’re feeling his ears, but it’s at that moment that you decide to scratch them

he will just melt into your touch and forget about work

“Hm? Why’d you stop? Oh. Don’t worry about that, I can finish that later. Now, I believe you were in the middle of scratching right behind my ears.”

[ganyu, yanfei, and arataki itto below]

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Hello! I just want to introduce myself for you to get to know me better.

I'm an Intp and an August Leo! I mainly write headcanons for Tokyo Revengers, Genshin, and Jjk (soon).

I love books and novels a lot. I'm currently reading Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, Mxtx novels, The Guest List, The Art of Seduction, 48 Laws of Power, Orv, Regressor Instruction Manual, The S-classes that I raised, Trash of the Count's Family (this is my big three) and many more Korean novels.

I'm Filipino and my second language is English.

Gagi, lakas ng lindol dito. Nakakahilo HAHSHAHA

NAH, THIS IS FUNNY HAHSHAHA

:Hey did you know? In the Philippines, we call Japanese people ‘Hapon’??

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“hapon deez nutz"

Suna, Matsukawa, Atsumu, Kuroo, Tanaka and Noya, Kenma(??), Konoha, Tendou

Here is Tanaka giving you some motivation for the day!

ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴꜱʜɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ.

Characters: Kaeya, Diluc, and Venti.

Kaeya

⌗ You hide your true self by being outgoing and mysterious.

⌗ You act like you know everything and nothing at the same time. If you have done something wrong to a person, you may feel guilty for a long time.

⌗ You tend to avoid confrontation because you think the other person is still angry with you. You want to reconcile with them, but you're scared.

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. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Diluc

⌗ You act tough and like you don't care, but you're just bad at expressing your feelings.

⌗ People repeatedly misunderstand your character and dislike you. As a result of that, you only have one or two people you trust.

⌗You have been betrayed by a person you held most dearly in your heart. That's why you don't let anyone in easily.

⌗ Quit living in the past and learn to differentiate between tough love and trauma.

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. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Venti

⌗ You're similar to Diluc and Kaeya. You hide your true self by being someone else, by acting like them, and copying their persona.

⌗ You're cunning but are willing to help when your friend is in need. People regularly mischaracterize you as a "normal" person who doesn't know a thing when you're really smart in reality.

⌗ Another one who is still living in the past.