Enji When Toddler Reader Is Playing And Makes Him Do A Pretend Wedding For Her, And He Has To Walk Her

𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: dabi, keigo takami, bakugou katsuki, kirishima eijirou, kaminari denki

𝐚/𝐧: repost from my old blog

✿ 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 has his hands on your hips, keeping you in place as he kisses you, grip occasionally tightening as he pulls you closer. Gently, you pull away, cupping his cheeks while he looks at you expectantly. “Why’d you pull away?” You laugh, pecking his nose before pressing your forehead to his. “Just wanted to let you know really quickly that you’re really pretty,” you whisper. His eyes widen, staring at you in shock for a few moments before his face hardens and he looks to the side, rolling his eyes as his jaw clenches. “Yeah, okay, doll.” You force him to look at you once more, gently tracing the edge of his scar with your thumb, pecking his lips softly. “I mean it Dabi, you’re so pretty.” He sighs, eyes not meeting yours as he slowly pulls your closer, kissing you much softer than usual.

✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒 smiles wide when he pulls you by your wrist back into his arms, gripping you tightly and pulling your closer to his chest, kissing the crown of your head softly as his hand rubs up and down your back. “Got a few more minutes before I gotta get up birdie, don’t go yet,” he insists. His face softens when your hand brushes hair out of his face, eyes bright and happy as they stare at him, scanning over his every feature. He’s not used to such a soft gaze directed at him, looking down bashfully while you stare. “You’re really pretty, Kei. You know that?” He gives you a small laugh, cheeks dusted red as he buries his face into your neck. “You’re just saying that.” Running your fingers through his hair, you kiss his head, making him melt and his hands grip your shirt. “I’m not, baby. You’re perfect.”

✿ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 buttons up his shirt, grumbling under his breath, unhappy that he has to wear formal attire for the evening. His eyes meet yours when you walk in, scanning over him really quickly before grinning widely. “Damn, Katsuki, you’re looking pretty,” you tease. He growls, swatting your hand away as you go to pinch his cheek, glaring at you harshly. “Shut up, you dumbass. Now get out,” he grumbles. With a giggle, you wrap your arms around his neck, and he lets you, glaring to the side. His arms gently wrap around your torso, hugging you close to him. “I’m serious,” you whisper much gentler this time, “you’re pretty, you know.” He scowls, face darkening to a shade of crimson, flicking your forehead as he rolls his eyes. “I told you to shut up, you idiot.” But he kisses you softly, arms tightening around you and bringing you as close as he could, not ready to let go.

✿ 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 smiles giddily as you walk through the door, rushing over to wrap you in a hug for the first time all day, excited to see you again. With a laugh, you hug him back, squeezing him tightly against you. “Hey, pretty boy, I missed you,” you chuckle. Pulling away slowly, he stares at you with wide eyes before looking down at his feet, rubbing his neck as his ears turn red. “Pretty boy?” Nodding, you squish his cheeks together, making his lips pucker as you press small kisses to them, moving up and pressing more onto his warm cheeks. “Yes, pretty boy. The prettiest boy ever,” you smile, making his heart soar in this chest, eyes brightening just a tad bit more. With a shy grin, he kisses your lips softly, lingering on them as he pulls away, whispering “you’re really pretty too” before pecking your forehead.

✿ 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 looks at you, eyes wide when he feels your hands suddenly hold each side of his face, pulling it closer to you as you lean in. Your thumb runs over his eyebrow, making its way to his cheek bone as it traces over it, gentle, as though he was delicate and fragile. “You’re so pretty, Denki. My pretty boy,” you whisper. His eyes widen before they gloss over just a bit, smile slowly widening as he leans into you more, seeking more affection. “Yeah, you think so?” You hum, carding a hand through his hair as he buries his face into your neck, your other hand rubbing his back soothingly. “Yeah. I love you,” you smile, holding him as he lets himself feel your warmth. His voice is quiet, barely audible as he whispers out a muffled “love you too, so much,” into the skin of your neck before kissing it.

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

@allyru Thank you so much for asking!!

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

💜 PART 1/2 💜

Bakugou:

Is at first super jealous and annoyed.

He's already gotta deal with Icy Hot.

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

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

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

He hates that.

Also the kid never seems fazed when Bakugou is Bakugou.

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

It totally does.

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

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

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

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

Todoroki:

Is constantly taking Rody's sarcasm as serious.

Rody finds this hilarious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once upon a time, in the heart of a dark and rainy night, a creature appeared at an abbey, climbing through a window to into the room where the abbess was writing notes. It was a wretched beast, not quite human but neither did it resemble any animal that the abbess could name. It was dripping wet, with scarred skin and odd patches of thin, sparse fur, long cracked claws that scraped the stone floor, and sharp teeth so haphazardly scattered that it was hard to say whether there were two rows of teeth or one.

"What do you want, creature?" the abbess asked it calmly.

"I want to become a nun", the creature said. And there was no rule in the books that the abbess could remember that would prohibit a strange beast from becoming a nun, if it so desired. So, the beast was accepted into the abbey, and it took to life in the order as naturally as a shepherd dog to herding. She was a meticulous beast, first to wake and rise at dawn, neat and tidy with all tools and tasks she was given, dutiful and devout in all things.

No nun nor novice dared to question the creature's right to be there after the first time the she demonstrated that her teeth are not merely for decoration, and then apologised to the novice who had tried. The beast even graciously offered to mend the habit she had torn. After the incident, she was never bothered again. A handful of other postulants, novices and even a few of the nuns flocked to her, knowing that the creature would not allow anybody to be mistreated in her presence.

Watching the creature wolfishly lope across the abbey courtyard, with her ill-fitting, haphazardly placed cowl flopping as she went, the abbess contemplated the strange being. Despite of her sloppy, haphazard appearance, the beast really did have great potential to become a nun. A being so gentle and friendly could have done well just about anywhere, as would anyone so devout, but what made the creature such a good fit for monastic life was her love of routine. Waking up each morning at the same time, performing the same tasks and duties at the same time, the beast was not only tireless in her work, but actively delighted in regular routines. Which was why the abbey was such a good place for her, and she would one day make an excellent nun.

She was, without a doubt, a creature of habit.

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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i. my youth is yours / eren jaeger ( attack on titan ). 

The reason why Eren is the way he is right now is that you have always been part of his youth.

wc: 1,672 

a/n: takes place in a modern setting of marley, where eren & the reader are both 22 years old and college students. 

Eren has known you since he was ten years old.

It started in the fifth grade when he first saw you on the first day. Back then, he thought nothing special of you. You were around his age, a classmate of his, and just someone who sits at a desk that was arranged next to him. Someone as sweet and nice as you shouldn’t be friends with someone as fearsome and abrupt as him, but fate had other plans in store for him.

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when he sees you cry.

eren yeager x fem.reader

modern au | roommates trope

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Connie x Reader Sunkissed (Modern AU)

summary: you get a text from your boyfriend late at night, asking if you want to go on a drive with him. of course, you'd say yes, no matter how late it was.

(a/n: connie calling you by Spanish nicknames is all that has been on my mind lately so its gonna be used a lot in this fic lmaoo also this is so so so self-indulgent skgjdfh)

Get ready

What why??

We're going for a drive hermosa. I'm gonna be at yours in less than 10 minutes

With a soft smile, you shook your head at your phone before doing as he said - getting out of bed to put a jacket on and grabbing your phone as you waited for a text or call from Connie, letting you know that he was outside.

There was a little vibration from your phone and knowing that it was him, you quietly crept out of your house, watching how Connie had come out of the car to open the door for you with a cheerful smile. He was dressed in one of his oversized hoodies and some jeans, a thin chain around his wrist that you noticed as he held onto the handle of the car door.

When you approached him, he pecked your lips, murmuring a greeting against your lips. Then, you seated yourself in the passenger side, turning the heating on low a setting since it wasn't too cold as it was the middle of the night, mid-summer.

Connie sat in the driver's seat, eyes drifting over your figure before smiling once again. He turned his head to face the front, starting the car and going down the road at a steady speed, slowly picking up the pace.

"What are you smiling about?"

"You look cute."

"But I'm just wearing pyjamas," you pointed out, feeling warmth encroach your cheeks.

"I know, and you still are cute and pretty... Especially when you blush like that."

"... Shut up," it was a mutter as you cast your eyes away from him, hating the way he could so easily make your heart do a little leap. His words and the way he smiles while he speaks; the gentle glimmer in his golden eyes when he looks at you and the way they soften as soon as they land on you. Then, the breathy laugh he lets out when he witnesses your reaction, feeling smug for being able to fluster you so easily.

"Hey, you weren't about to sleep, right?"

"Nah, I wasn't, don't worry. I was up because I couldn't sleep. Why were you awake, though? It's literally three in the morning."

"Couldn't sleep either. I was thinking to call you, but I didn't want to wake you up, so I decided to text... Sometimes, I feel like we're connected in a way."

"Shut up."

Connie snapped his head in your direction, an almost offended expression draped over his face. "Why are you telling me to shut up?"

"Because you're being cute."

He snorted, finding your hand that rested on your lap and entangled his digits with yours before bringing your connected hands to the gear stick. "If you're telling me to shut up for being cute, then how come you don't always tell me to shut up?"

"You idiot," you laughed, glancing at your hands before directing your gaze to the side to see your boyfriend's visage bathing in the moonlight. "Then, I wouldn't have anyone to annoy me."

"Wow, so I annoy you? I am never annoying." It was evident that his tone was sarcastic.

"Mhm, and you never say dumb shit either, huh?"

"Hey! I didn't pick you up for you to bully me."

"You know I'm joking, baby. I love when you annoy me and tell me everything you have to say," you beamed tenderly at him, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he faced the road again.

"And I love when you bully me because I know it means you love me."

"How do you know it means that I love you?" you teased, and he slightly frowned.

"Hush. Let us have a cute moment."

With a soft apology, the smile that stained your lips grew in size and you felt Connie's thumb brush against your hand before he changed gear, keeping his hand on top of yours.

"... Where are we going, by the way?"

"To get some food. Then, find a nice view to watch the sunrise."

"Very romantic. Who gave you the idea?"

"(Y/N)," he spoke with a hint of a whiney tone laced in his voice and a pout started to form on his lips, "don't act like I'm not romantic."

"I'm just kidding, you big baby, no need to call me by my name."

"What, does that make you upset, (Y/N)?"

"It does. Stop."

Laughing softly, Connie brushes his thumb against your hand again and you could feel the tenderness in his actions. "Don't worry, mi corazón, you know I don't like calling you by your name."

"Is it because you think my name is ugly?" you asked in a feigned serious tone that the male knew was a joke, causing him to let out a puff of air from his nose.

"No, it's beautiful, I love it. But I know how much you love my nicknames for you."

"I do love them, they make me feel special."

"Because you are... I love you so much, y'know. I want to marry you one day," he told you in a gentle voice, and you could feel the warmth of his hand on yours grow a little warmer. After his last sentence was spoken, you choked on your own spit and gaped in his direction, waiting for him to expand on his declaration. He only laughed again when he saw your expression. "Why're you so shocked? Some people already think that you're my spouse.

"Huh? Like who?"

"My colleagues at work. I tell them about my 'spouse' sometimes."

When met with silence, the twenty-year-old turned towards you once he pulled up in a McDonald's drive-through and he almost panicked when he saw you trying to fight the tears that threatened to flee from your eyes.

"Oh, mi amor, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry," he cooed, leaning over to gingerly hold your face in both of his hands, brushing away a couple of stray tears with his thumbs.

"No, no, it's okay. I'm fine," you whispered with a small sniffle, attempting to smile which was difficult with a quivering lip.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry. Your words just caught me off guard." You were finally able to form a smile, your eyes glinting with so much passion and adoration for the male in front of you as he mirrored your gaze. It was so obvious to see the amount of love he harboured for you just by a simple glance.

"You okay?"

"Mhm," you hummed in confirmation, leaning closer to him to give him a peck on the lips.

"... Uhh, hello?" a muffled and slightly static voice spoke up, causing both of you to look outside Connie's window. When you both realised that you had forgotten about how you were in a McDonald's drive-through, laughter erupted in the car before you attempted to contain it.

Your boyfriend cleared his throat before speaking, a hint of a smile still remaining on his lips, "Hi, sorry about that."

"It's alright. Can I take your order?"

Once Connie told the worker both of your orders, he proceeded to drive forward to pay before waiting for your order. There was a comfortable silence in the car as you waited - your mind lingered on Connie's previous confession, while his mind raced through so many different things. Most of the things included you.

It was a short while prior to you guys getting your food and Connie thanked the worker as he took the food, passing you your order. He left the McDonald's drive-through and proceeded to whatever location he had in mind for you to watch the sunrise.

"Why don't you park somewhere so you can eat?" you asked him, fishing his food out of the bag and opening the packaging.

"Because I have my lovely (Y/N) that will feed me and is already doing just that before I said it," he answered with a soft grin, causing you to snort and playfully roll your eyes as you brought two chips to his mouth. "Thanks, babe."

Humming a 'you're welcome', you took a sip of your drink before offering it to your boyfriend. It was approximately thirty minutes of driving before you arrived at Connie's apartment.

"C'mon, let's go up to the roof."

You responded with a nod, unbuckling your belt and grabbing your drink that was yet to be finished as you got out of the car and gently closed the door. The click of the car locking sounded and you soon felt warm digits intertwine with yours.

Taking the elevator to the top floor, you two then took some stairs to get to the roof and when Connie opened the metal door, the cool breeze of dawn grazed your skin. It was still a little dark outside, but it was unmistakable that there would be glimpses of light fingering through the few clouds soon.

"Hey," your boyfriend softly spoke to get your attention as you gazed at the scene before you - everything was so peaceful and mysteriously beautiful at night. When you twisted in his direction, you smiled at him and silently questioned him with your expression. "Come sit with me."

You strode towards him, noticing how he laid his jacket on the ground for you to sit on. He sat with his legs outstretched, leaning back on one arm while he patted the space beside him with the other. Once seated, he snaked an arm around you and drew you closer to him, enabling you to lean your head on his shoulder. As his hand lightly clutched your waist, you brought a hand to his and fiddled with his fingers.

"Con?" you said in a hushed voice, almost like you were afraid to break the serenity that you both settled in. He only hummed in response to let you know that he was listening. "You know earlier... when you said you want to marry me. Were you being serious?"

"Of course, mi corazon. Do I ever lie to you?"

"No, but--"

"No 'but's. I want to marry you and that's the truth that no one can change my mind about... I've loved you for what feels like forever and I know for certain that marrying you wouldn't be a mistake."

"Okay, okay, I believe you. Don't make me cry again."

With a gentle chuckle, Connie kissed the top of your head and let his cheek rest upon your head. It was quiet again as you both let your gazes descend onto the hues of fuchsia and burnt tangerine that began to disperse and mingle with the deep cerulean sky.

"... I can never get tired of sunrises and sunsets," you whispered, lifting your head off of Connie's shoulder and glancing at him to see the tint of the sunrise illuminating his face. It made him appear surreal. And you couldn't decipher whether it was the sunrise that made his cheeks slightly pink or if he truly was blushing when he realised you were staring. With a teasing grin, you kissed his rosy cheek. "You're so pretty, Connie."

He almost stumbled over his words as he let out an awkward cough, which was rare for him to do. "You're even more beautiful."

Widening your grin, you inclined your head so that your lips could meet his in a tender kiss. You felt him pull you even closer to him if that was possible as he gingerly caressed your hips. Your fingers travelled to the back of his head and gripped his little buzz cut, slightly tugging on a few hairs which caused him to hum into your mouth. His teeth grazed your lower lip as he parted from you and relaxed his forehead against yours, giving your nose a light peck.

When you unlidded your eyes, you noticed how Connie's were shut and you smiled, simply gazing at his sunkissed face. Then, he opened his eyes, the sun focusing on the gold treasure that blossomed in his irises.

"You really are so pretty."

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◜bubble-blowing hcs◞

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

▸ fluff

▸  slightly suggestive on venti’s part 

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

DILUC 

▸ Always blows the bubble blowing stick gently

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

▸ Also blows the biggest bubbles!!

KAEYA

▸ Swings the bubble blowing stick around like a maniac.

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

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

CHILDE

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

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

▸ Gets so frustrated when it pops too

VENTI

▸ Has the wind to blow the bubbles for him 😭

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

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

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<3

This the good shiz right here *proceeds to munch harder and with more concentration*.

SHIGARAKI FLUFF (BWZ)

⤷ Requested by @sscarchiyo + requests are open!!

B=beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

⤷ Shigaraki really admires your smile. He doesn’t know why, but every time you smile at him, (maybe you could be smiling at the fact that he looks good in his new outfit) he starts to feel all warm and fuzzy inside. At times he thought it was some kind of sickness but he finally acknowledged the true reason behind those feelings he kept having. The second thing he admires about you is your hands. He tends to stare at your hands…A LOT and when he does this, he likes to imagine your soft and silky hands gently holding his face as you kiss him. Cute right?

W= wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

⤷ Shigaraki really enjoys when you hug and baby him. Like for some reason your touch is very motherly to him in a way. Your hugs are very warm and reassuring which makes him feel very safe and even vulnerable when feeling your embrace

Z= zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

⤷ Shigaraki is definitely willing to go great lengths for you. Wanting to overthrow the entire hero system?? or even better…wanting the hearts of both past and current number one heroes?? Consider it done. You’re his queen and he’ll do nearly the impossible to please her majesty <3

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cocky bastard vibes - zhongli

ship: zhongli x reader

synopsis: in which reader shares their free thoughts on the liyue statue of seven

notes: standalone snippet part of the bookkeeping!verse

It was a beautiful day in Liyue. The grass was a luscious green and the birds were singing a beautiful song. After a nice stay at the Emerald Maple Inn, you and Mr. Zhongli decided to have a cup of tea next to the Statue of the Seven before heading on your way to Qingce Village. You were to accompany him to pick up supplies for the next funeral rite, and with the way the morning was going, you knew nothing would ruin this peaceful day.

"So how much do you want to bet that Rex Lapis was hot and knew it?”

You ignored the choked sound that came from your side as you gazed up at the picturesque statue. Though your companion would probably consider your question quite out of the blue, you couldn’t say it was the first time you wondered such a thing. Whenever you passed by one of them in Liyue, the thought always plagued your mind for a few hours after. Judging by Mr. Zhongli’s reaction, though, it seemed he did not share your sentiments.

"Ehem… That… certainly is an interesting thought. I can’t say whether or not previous records touched on such a topic."

You hummed, gazing up at the statue. Really? That couldn’t be true. Why wouldn’t anyone talk about a statue looking like that?

“Well there are many reasons why I’d say I’m right. First off, his outfit. He has a hooded cloak on while also being shirtless. There’s absolutely no logical reason to dress like that unless they’re from the deserts of Sumeru, wouldn’t you say? It obviously was a conscious fashion decision. If you pair that with the seductive way he’s sitting, I’d be inclined to assume he’s quite clearly feeling his look.”

Silence came from your side. Hm, Mr. Zhongli still wasn’t convinced? Then you would go on.

“You do see it, right? His posture is relaxed, yet confident. Not to mention the way he’s looking at that cube in his hand with practically bedroom eyes. His knees are apart too. My friend from Sumeru told me that when a man sits like that, he’s displaying his dominance.”

Still silence.

"You can't sit in a seductive pose like that without on some level being aware you look good doing it. I mean look at him! He's shirtless and everything! I've heard even macho fishermen say that they pray to the statue for a good night before coming home to see their wives. You can’t blame them, right?"

A hesitant cough.

"I-I'm sure it was a younger time when those statues were sculpted."

You groaned.

"Maybe, but you’re not even looking! If you did, you’d agree with me that Rex Lapis is clearly exuding such massive 'cocky bastard' vibes!" You countered.

For some reason, the more you spoke, the more flustered he became.

"C'mon, Mr. Zhongli! Why are you so embarrassed? It's not like I'm slandering his good name! I mean, if Rex Lapis didn't want us talking about him like this, maybe he shouldn't have made a statue with abs clean enough to eat off of!"

Okay, maybe at this point, you were piling it on a bit thick. Could anyone blame you? His face was in his hand as if he had a headache, and were his ears tinged the slightest hint of red? It was an interesting sight. Never had you seen him look so completely flustered. Sure you were rather blunt, but you didn't think your words were that provocative. Mr. Zhongli really was practically a 65 year old man.

"I thought you respected the Geo Archon…" He muttered weakly.

You gasped in offense.

"I do! I’d even consider my words the utmost of pious behavior. In Mondstadt, the sisters of the church consider themselves married to Barbatos, the Anemo Archon. So finding the Geo Archon to be a sex god is pretty much the same thing, right?”

“No, it is not.”