A reddening nose and puffy eyes are not a pretty sight to see, so you decided to just isolate yourself from the rest of the class until you get better.
Too bad you didn't count Todoroki's stubbornness as a factor.
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Today was not a good day for you.
A groan was threatening to come out of your throat the first time you tried getting out of bed. Your body felt a bit heavier when you tried to move out of bed this morning but ignored the feeling altogether, thinking that it’s probably because she has just woken up. The thud that followed dismissed your thoughts, making a hiss slip past your lips at the sudden throb in your bum. You weren’t stupid, you know you’re sick. The symptoms are way too obvious to just ignore.
You pressed your head against the wall, trying your best not to stumble on your way to the bathroom. You were a tad bit thankful that most of the people in your floor aren’t early birds or else they would’ve seen you in this state. Contemplating on going to class today or not, you racked your head for the pros and cons of just dropping it all today to take a rest, trying to be rational for once.
I would miss all the activities they’ll do today, but Mr. Aizawa would probably let me off since I’m sick. Your inside voice tried to reason with you. Nah, I’ll probably be oka—
The argument suddenly went all out of the window when you saw your face in the mirror. Your skin was looking like it was drained in comparison to your usual tone, eyelids swollen. Your lips are flaking so bad and there were bigger eyebags under your eyes than usual. You looked exactly like how you feel: dead. There’s no way that I’m going looking like this. I’ll definitely make someone cry. You thought as you made an expression and rubbed your face with your hands, groaning. Deciding to just stay back at the dorms, you did your thing in the bathroom and got out.
Pursing your chapped lips while trying not to peel some off, you swiftly made your way back to your room and started to block all means of light inside. You closed the curtain shut and tuned off the lightbulbs because they were hurting your eyes. You also turned off the air conditioner, not wanting to feel cold anymore. Crawling back to your bed for comfort, you quickly sent a message to your homeroom teacher informing him of your absence in class. Drowsiness almost immediately seeps through you after doing so, making you pass out on both exhaustion and lethargy.
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Confusion made its way into Todoroki’s face as he stared at the empty seat beside Midoriya, an empty space instead of you welcoming his line of vision.
An early bird, that’s what you are. You were never a tardy student. In fact, you study too much, in his opinion. You would usually try to finish all the homework in the same day they were given, no matter how complicated it might be. The sight of you sleeping with an open laptop and a cup of coffee beside you wasn’t even an unusual sight to him anymore. There was even one time where he needed to drag you to bed because you were trying to finish a project in one night, two months before its given deadline.
That’s why it came as a surprise to him for you not to be attending class. Worry started to grow in the peppermint-haired boy’s thoughts as he sat in his designated seat, orbs concentrated on the door as he waits for you to bust through it.
His inner turmoil was abruptly stopped with the presence of Mr. Aizawa, the teacher looking worn out as he usually does. The scruffy-looking hero didn’t even spare a glance on the empty seat in front of him and started to talk about the objectives for the day. Todoroki couldn’t even give him his attention even if he tried, too bothered that you still haven’t arrived for morning classes.
The uneasiness didn’t dissipate at lunchtime. His eyes roamed almost frantically around the cafeteria; his brows furrowed. Did you really just skip school? His head was creating theories while clutched the tray in his hands tighter. Or maybe you were hurt? Oh no, what if something bad happened to you and he wasn’t there to—
“…Todoroki-kun!” Uraraka’s voice snapped him out of his stupor. “Are you okay? You’ve been spacing out all day.” He whipped his head towards her direction. Midoriya and Iida were also looking to his direction, concern showing in their faces as both of their brows were furrowed.
Todoroki waved his hand in their direction, trying to dismiss the question and console the trio. “It was nothing, don’t worry.” He muttered while picking up his chopsticks, before pausing. “I was just thinking of where (y/n) is.”
His answer seems to make something click on the three’s heads, finally understanding why the man was so out of it today. He was your significant other, after all. Midoriya speaks up first, his mouth half-full. “Didn’t you go with her to the convenience store yesterday to buy something? She didn’t tell you anything about going somewhere?” Todoroki was about to consider that answer when Iida disagreed with the green-haired boy.
“UA prohibits going somewhere to visit without either a teacher’s permission or a teacher themselves with the students.” Hand-chopping the air, Iida continues to give a in-detail explanation to the group. “It was implemented by the school to ensure that no student of UA will be in danger, considering the previous events that has happened to us. I don’t this (y/n) would be the type to not know the rule or even try to disobey it!”
Iida was right, too. Just like the boy with glasses, you were also a sucker for school rules, always wanting to follow them all, albeit not as loud and pushy as Iida usually is. Crossing out the possibility that you visited your parents for something urgent, his thoughts were about to worry about you being hurt by someone else when Uraraka joined in the conversation. “What if she’s sick? She told us before that she catches cold easily, right?”
Todoroki halted his thoughts for a second, thinking about the suggestion and as if on cue, his eyes widened for a bit. Why didn’t I think of that? He internally facepalmed himself.
Come to think of it, the two of you did get caught in the rain yesterday. He even told you to take a warm shower immediately when you both arrived at the dorms.
“Let’s run.”
“No.”
“Oh, come on! It’s only thirty minutes before lights out and I still want to eat the noodles.” One of your arms intertwined with his as you tried to coax him into running with you into the pouring rain, the other one shaking the plastic bag containing the said noodles.
You were both craving udon so you went out (read: You convinced him to go with you.) to buy instant ones, not knowing that a downpour was going to be happening. Now, the both of you are in front of the store, waiting for it to calm down. But it doesn’t look like it’ll happen soon. Todoroki runs his fingertips through his hair, a sigh puffing out of his lips
“On the count of three.” He muttered, loud enough for you to hear. You held onto the plastic bag tightly on one hand and his in the other, making him feel all warm inside. Contented with the set-up, you started to count down.
“One…” Shouto knew that the both of you will still be drenched, no matter how fast the you two of you run. That doesn’t mean he’ll stop you, though.
“Two…” He glances at you for a second. Your eyes were shining in glee, excitement swirling around those gorgeous orbs that he never ceased to fall in love with. Maybe, just maybe, running in the rain would be worth it if you looked that happy.
“Three.” Oh, well. He did try declining by saying “no” once. At least he can say that he tried.
“Go!” Pulling your boyfriend’s hand forward, the two of you started running at the signal, footsteps creating splashes. Your hair was getting wetter every second that passes, your clothes following suit but Todoroki’s eyes were still focused on you. A grin was plastered into your lips, amidst the mess you’re in right now.
It amazed him, like everything that you do. Your tendency of enjoying the smallest things in life is something that he had always have trouble understanding, as he grew up in an environment that prioritized the finer things in life. You looked at moments as if they’re all equal and always react with sheer excitement. Whether it’s receiving a new pen with a small Mirko keychain hanging from it to seeing pro heroes doing their job, your eye were always shining with excitement and delight, never ceasing to impress him.
He hopes that the gleam in your eyes never cease to exist because you look gorgeous--enchanting even-- with it.
The both of you ended up getting back to the dorms in 10 minutes, panting and soaked to the bone. Todoroki grabbed the plastic bag from your grasp and insisted that you should go take a shower so you wouldn’t get sick. You placed a kiss on his cheek and mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ before making your way to your room, probably to get a towel.
After listening to Iida’s lecture about bringing umbrellas and running while raining, your boyfriend said his half-hearted apologies ang headed towards his room to dry himself and change clothing. It didn’t take him long so he went into the dorm kitchen with the bag of instant udon with him and started to cook it so that all you had to do is eat when you get out of the shower.
The day was a blur after that realization.
Todoroki was basically just zooming in doing all the school activities, even the assignments, so that he wouldn’t have to do them at the dorms and spend more time with his possibly-sick girlfriend. He thought it was ironic that he was being like this, especially when he was usually the one telling you to not drown yourself in a pile of activities.
The man sprinted out of the classroom huffing the moment that they got dismissed while waving to Midoriya, signaling his green-haired friend that he’s going ahead. The usual 10-minute walk back to the dorms was cut short to a 3-minute run, his careless running even making him trip by the dorm entrance. He paid it no mind and took off his shoes. Looking around when he got in, he could probably hear a pin drop if he dropped one. The common room doesn’t have any signs of a certain (e/c)-eyed person lounging around and he couldn’t hear any noises from the kitchen so Shouto concluded that you were probably in your dorm room.
The two of you had different floors so he used the stairs to get to yours. Hastily walking up to your room, his steps slowly got quieter as he approached your room, as if he’s afraid that he'll disturb you just in case you're sleeping. His knuckles made contact with wood as he knocked softly at your door. No response. He made another attempt, a bit louder this time just in case you just didn’t hear it the first time. When the silence surrounded him once again, Todoroki muttered a “I’m coming in.” and turned your doorknob, inviting himself inside your room.
Holy shit, he should’ve prepared himself because his eyes definitely weren’t.
It was way too dark inside; his eyes needed some time to adjust at the sudden loss of brightness. The only source of light available was the part of the window that the curtain, which did almost nothing to brighten up the space. The air conditioner was not whirring like usual, making the room feel closed off. His hands roamed around the wall as he searched for the light switch, a sigh slipping through his lips when a quick click echoed through the walls. He was about to roam his eyes around more when a pained groan came from the corner of the room. Shouto squinted his eyes as he looked in your bed. The moving of the stacked blankets alerted him that you were there, sleeping.
Tiptoeing closer to the bedside, Todoroki saw you furrow your eyebrows before burrowing your face on your pillow, probably because of his sudden opening of the lights.
“Babe.” Todoroki said, his hands gently scratching your scalp to at least comfort you a little. He didn’t miss the heat radiating from you, confirming the suspicions that you are sick. “Babe, wake up for a bit.”
His hushed voice woke you up from your slumber, much to your distaste because throbbing pain started growing into your skull. Opening your eyes, the sight of Todoroki looking at you worriedly made your heart pick up the pace. “You’re so pretty.” You absentmindedly mumbled your thoughts out the moment you opened your eyes, your voice cracking when you said the last syllable.
Chuckling at your comment, his fingers made its way to your cheeks as he tried to grasp how hot your skin is before he asked a question. “Have you eaten anything yet?” A grumble left your throat, your once soft and energetic tone gone raspy because of coughing too much. Todoroki sighed in discontentment and stood up to get you something to eat.
You tried to voice out that you’re okay and you don’t feel hungry but nothing came out, making you ‘tsk’ in annoyance. Making him take care of you is something you don’t want him to do right now. Running in the rain was your idea, after all. He did try to stop you but you just dismissed him. It was a relief to see that he was okay, but getting him sick because he stuck around while you are was just taking away his time to train and study. Plus, you probably look disgusting right now, with you skin feeling icky. You forced yourself to sit up so you can immediately take the food from your boyfriend and shoo him away.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Todoroki was contemplating whether he should give you the instant porridge or if he should cook you one. After a few minutes and some inner debates with himself, he decided to just give you the instant one, remembering how Bakugo reacted to the chives he chopped before.
(Todoroki thinks that he didn't do that bad. The chives are cooked, anyway. What's the point of chopping them properly? Humans have teeth for that.)
After pouring some hot water into the cup, the man let it simmer down a bit to cook as he looked for one of those cooling patches that he saw Aizawa giving to Aoyama when that blond had a fever himself. Also slipping a paracetamol into his pocket, he grabbed a glass and filled it with water, took the cup of porridge and walked back to your room.
Hearing the door creak open, your eyes immediately went to the door. Your eyes met Todoroki’s, so you smiled at him, making butterflies appear in his stomach. “Hi.”
Your boyfriend smiled back at you before closing the door. “You feel dizzy?” He asked as he placed the cup of water and the porridge on your bedside table. You lifted you head slightly only to see him patting his pockets to find something. After patting is right pants’ pocket, he pulled out what seems to be a cooling patch.
You replied to his question. “For a bit, yes. But not anymore.” You suddenly felt a cool sensation when he sticks the said cooling patch into your forehead. “Thanks.”
“No problem. Here, porridge.” A cup of warm porridge was brought into your arms. You almost melted into the warm feeling in your palms. “Thank you. You can leave now. We can’t have you getting sick too.”
Puzzlement and shock immediately showed up into Todoroki’s features. “What? No, I don’t get sick easily. I can take car—”
“I’ll be fine, Shouto—”
“Eat the porridge first before it gets cold.” He cut you off with a sentence, sitting in the bed with a huff. Sighing in defeat, you reluctantly scooping up food to your mouth. Shouto, on the other hand, was enjoying the sight in front of him.
Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t like it when you’re sick and suffering. It’s just that there’s something about you that makes him warm and happy inside. Maybe it’s your features that he finds so pretty. Or is it just a certain aura? Or maybe it’s because you were his girlfriend? Either way, the sight of you in any way gives him serotonin, it’s insane. If someone asked Todoroki before if he’ll be this happy with someone, he would’ve just glared at them, told them to stop spouting out nonsense and walked away.
Seeing that you were scraping the last bits of the porridge, he gently took the empty cup way from you and started to talk in a hushed tone. “I know you don’t want me to take care of you but please let me. It’ll make you get better faster and you’ll get more rest.” He scattered closer to you, tucking your hair into your ear.
“I just don’t want to bother y—”
“Nonsense. I like taking care of you.” Todoroki retorted.
“Ha, funny joke.”
“I’m not joking. In fact, I think you look delicious right now.” He spat out, his expression not wavering.
“I—Excuse me, what?” Bewilderment was an understatement on what you’re currently feeling right now. Is this guy fucking with me right now? “Babe, I literally have a bloated face right now.”
“That doesn’t dismiss my previous statement.”
“My nose is running, dammit.”
“And?”
“My point is that I look disgusting right now.”
“Just because you’re sick doesn’t mean you’re ugly already. I don’t care if you’re pale as paper, I’d still kiss you either way.” You eyed the man in front of you dubiously, not believing a word that is coming out of his pretty mouth. “You want me to prove it to you right now?” Not giving you a chance to reply, Todoroki placed both of his hand in your cheeks. With his lips pressed against yours forcefully, you can’t help release a giggly shriek. Releasing you from his grasp, he let out a breathy chuckle and grinned before asking. “So, can I stay?”
God, this man is going to be the death of you. Your eyes feasted on the beautiful human in front of you, trying to scan every detail on his face, all while trying to rack your brain for any excuses that you can use. “Your homework?”
“Did them already. Now let me take care of you.” Todoroki as quick to bury his face in the crook of your neck, the sudden movement making you giggle once again as his breath hits your skin.
“Jesus, I—fine! Just stop kissing me, you’re going to get sick!”
The both of you got comfortable in your bed and cuddled, much to your distain. You listened while Todoroki talked about his day, although he can’t tell much since his head was on the clouds, making you scold him a bit for not focusing in class. A few minutes passed by when Shouto noticed that you weren’t responding to his stories anymore. Looking down, he sees you, sound asleep, with your arms wrapped around his torso. He cocked his head to the side, amused. Taking a mental photo for keeps, he slowly took your harms away and slipped out of the blanket you were sharing. He buried his fingers into your hair once again to massage your scalp and leaned down, kissing the crown of your head.
“Goodnight, babe.” Todoroki whispered with a smile before going out of your room to let you sleep peacefully.
Note: This is a repost from Ao3.
could I request yan!ideku and the female reader in a queer platonic relationship? I'm asexual and arromantic oriented, and I never see imagines about it before, so you can refuse if you want. I love your blog. ><
A/N: Hi my love, I'm so sorry to have left your request gathering dust. I too am aroace (not sure if you read my carrd...) and am in a platonic queer relationship, so writing on the topic with my favorite character warms my heart. I hope you like what I've written! ♡
Warnings ⚠️: yandere themes, suggestive (very little), kidnapping, cute stuff to make your day better.
Pairing: Yandere!Izuku Midoriya × fem!reader.
Masterlist ♡
My requests are closed for now.
Confused. That's the closest synonym Izuku could find for the relationship you two have crafted these past few months.
Don't think he didn't intend to take you to his room and make you see stars, because he most certainly did. However, those plans would have to wait for a next life, that is if God was merciful enough to give him the chance to meet you in the next incarnation, of course.
But you taught him that relationships are not just about sex and cliché romances. You gave him more than that.
The connection between you was established from a friendship, he had no idea how much he needed you until he spent the entire night waiting for a message from you. The need to be together, to talk, to have someone who understood him.
It didn't take long for Deku to want you so badly enough to lock you up in his house. Don't get him wrong, he just wanted to make sure you wouldn't have that with anyone else.
He was treading on eggshells at first, afraid to overstep his boundaries, because this discovery broke many of the plans he had planned. When you explained how you felt, or rather, what you didn't feel, he knew what he had to do.
Moderate physical contact, nothing that makes you uncomfortable, everything within your limits. Maybe a cuddle or a really strong bear hug.
Friday afternoons are sweet. Deku will bring milk rolls, cakes, chocolates and non-alcoholic drinks for you to sit in the back garden and enjoy the sunset, a picnic indoors.
He will watch kitten videos with you on the computer and will buy matching bracelets for you to wear. He believes that rings are all about romantic relationships, and what you have is more than that.
You can reward his understanding with words of affirmation, praising him, touching and kissing the scars on his hands, saying how strong, beautiful and needed he is. "You are good to me, Izu"
If you do, prepare for a shower of kisses on the cheek and a sticking Izuku.
On his bad days he will bring you stuffed animals and breakfast in bed, depending on how bad you are maybe he will adopt a street cat for you to raise together. "Let's call her Jade"
It's the relationship of dreams, right?
Can you please do zhongli/rex lapis x fem shy reader. The fem reader is extremely shy and doesn't have any friends cause of her quiet and timid nature and she lives in liyue with her parents and an only child. She loves to story of rex lapis and the history of liyue and accidentally meet zhongli and sometime later he revealed to be rex lapis to the reader. Also, the fem is a villager of liyue and doesn't have super powers to fight just a weak villager.
pairing : zhongli x shy f!reader {fluff}
warnings : none
word count : 2.6k
a/n : thank you for this request! I apologize for the wait, I dont think i made the reader as shy as you requested jshdjd sorry, i hope you enjoy !
Even as a child you had been fascinated by the stories of Liyue, or rather, a specific figure in its history. Perhaps, the archons have heard your passionate nature regarding Liyue, for a fateful meeting one day will change your peaceful life forever.
Life was everything you could’ve ever wished for.
Only the soft, consistent chopping of a knife against a wooden cutting board and an occasional quiet flip of a page in a book could be heard in one of the many homes in Qingce Village.
Sunlight seeps through the cracks of the window you sat by, casting a bright glow on the words inside the book in your hands, seeming as if the story itself was coming to life.
Well, not that the story wasn’t coming to life, it had already come to life, for you were currently reading about the history of your beloved nation, Liyue.
The book you were so engrossed in was not an unfamiliar story, having already read it a couple times. You would never grow tired of this one.
A smile played on your lips as you approached one of your favorite parts of this specific chapter.
Softly fiddling with the corner of the thin page, your eyes scanned over the familiar words slowly.
Wielding a spear so sharp no blade could even hope to compete against, he emerges from the shadows, illuminating a golden aura around his built figure. In one swift motion, the polearm-wielding fighter sends a rumble through the ground beneath him, ridding of any enemies around him in a flash. A sigh leaves his lips as he removes his hood, examining his surroundings. A long ponytail of golden-brown hair trails down to his waist, flowing softly in the wind. His eyes the same shade, if anything more golden, slowly fluttering shut, head turning upwards, immersing himself in the soft breeze.
You pause and gaze out the window, sighing at the scene of hundreds of miles of tall mountains spread out all around, all thanks to one person. One archon, to be more specific.
About to flip the page once more to continue, you were interrupted by your mother’s voice calling out from the kitchen.
“Y/N, dear, could you fetch me some berries down the river if you aren’t busy?”
You tear your eyes away from the book begrudgingly, calling back, “Fine, anything else?”
“Some sweet flowers and fowl would be great, thanks honey!”
You shut the book, placing it down on your table as you stand up to stretch, bones cracking at the movement.
As much as you wanted nothing but to snuggle back into your chair and immerse yourself back into the story, your parents were the most important people in your life, and you knew it was mainly up to you to take care of them.
Being an only child isn’t as lonely as people make it out to be, you get peace and quiet in the home, and you wouldn’t change it for anything else.
Kicking on your shoes you wore when you ventured outside, you picked up the basket that was used to collect food, as well as your hunting bow for the fowl.
You didn’t know how to fight, having spent your whole life secluded in the village, but you had enough hunting experience, at least.
About to head out, your eyes landed on the book now laying on the table and pondered for a moment, before grabbing it and placing it into the basket.
Despite your mother’s scolding about dangers reading outside, you just wanted a change of scenery while you lose yourself in Liyue’s history.
“I’m heading out now, Ma!” You call out as you push open the wooden door to your home, earning a hum from her in response.
The heat in Liyue would be pretty unbearable to outsiders, however having lived in the same village for almost all your life, it wasn’t anything new.
You hummed, greeting your neighbors occasionally with a wave, walking down to your usual place to fetch ingredients.
Finally reaching your destination not too far from the village, you crouch by the river as you picked the sweet flowers and berries your mother had asked for.
“Mmm, what else did she ask for again?” You thought out loud, forgetting the last ingredient, eyes landing on your bow.
“Oh right, fowl!”
You scan your surroundings, looking for any signs of birds, when suddenly you hear a sharp rustle of a bush behind you.
Not having time to even turn around and investigate, a heavy weight pounced on you from behind, causing you to tumble forward.
You let out a yelp, feeling a pain through your arm that you had landed on, turning around to see the attacker.
Your eyes widened, seeing it had been a hilichurl that was currently standing above you, however, it didn’t feel like a regular hilichurl.
It had black smoke emitting around it, as if some type of curse had been placed on it, enhancing its strength.
The hilichurl spurt out some unintelligible words, before raising its bat and lunging at you once again.
You grab your bow beside you quickly, aiming at its head before completely missing due to your shaking hands.
Cursing under your breath, you pick up a rock and throw it weakly at the creature, causing it to stop only briefly before charging towards you again, seemingly more angered this time.
This was it, you thought. All the time spent not learning how to fight, this must’ve been your punishment.
You shield your face with your arms, hoping to at least lessen the impact, before hearing the hilichurl shout followed by a thud behind you.
Moving your hands away from your head, you turn to see the hilichurl now lying unconscious a few feet away from you.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
A deep, masculine voice brings you out of your shock, as you turn slowly to meet your savior, instead met by a hand held out in front of you, offering assistance.
Your eyes trailed up to the mysterious man’s face, before your breath caught in your throat.
A long ponytail of golden-brown hair trails down to his waist, flowing softly in the wind.
The man looked back at you curiously, hand still reached out toward you.
His eyes the same shade, if anything more golden.
Why were you suddenly reminded of those words in the book?
Your mouth gapes at the sight of the man above you, his presence bringing a strange feeling you didn’t recognize.
Your eyes widened. Could it be..?
“...excuse me? Are you alright?”
His voice brings you out of your daze once again, a worried look cast upon his handsome features. Wait, what?
It was only then did you realize how good looking the man was before you, turning red as you took his hand and stood up, wobbling a tiny bit.
“Thank you for saving me,” you bow slightly, quickly picking up your forgotten belongings on the ground, still flustered from the incident.
You were about to say goodbye and leave as quick as you could, before your book fell out of your basket and landed on the ground next to the man’s feet.
“Ah—“
The man bent down and picked up the book, about to hand it back to you, when he suddenly stopped and examined the cover.
You swore you could’ve been seeing things, but a small smile grazes his lips as he faces you.
“Are you also interested in the stories of Liyue?”
You stop in your tracks, turning to the man who was now flipping through the pages of the book to the section you had bookmarked prior.
His golden orbs now held an unreadable expression behind them, almost...nostalgic.
You felt a small surge of confidence as your favorite topic was brought up.
“Ah--yes, I am quite informed of the history of Liyue myself,” you smile softly to yourself, causing him to look up and chuckle.
“Is that so?” He hums, tilting his head upwards to face the blue sky, closing his eyes slowly.
...slowly fluttering shut, head turning upwards, immersing himself in the soft breeze.
Your eyes widened at the sight.
There was no way.
But, there was no other explanation for it.
“May I...ask your name?” You ask carefully, awaiting his answer.
He shuts the book with a soft thud, handing it back to you to which you take back happily.
“I go by Zhongli.”
He offers you a smile, making your heart skip a beat and blood to your cheeks, as you stutter back your name in response.
“Be careful around these parts, monsters have been affected by some sort of spell here, making them stronger than usual,” he explains while putting away his spear he had used earlier.
Wielding a spear so sharp no blade could even hope to compete against.
There was no mistaking it.
“Are you perhaps--”
You start to ask, gaining a curious gaze from him, however stopping in your words after realizing how bizarre you’d sound if you’d ask him the question you had been aching to voice since your meeting.
“Nevermind, I should get going,” You shake your head, thanking him once more before starting to walk away.
“If you’d like me to answer your question, meet me back here tomorrow, at the same time.”
Zhongli spoke behind you, making you turn and meet his eyes, which gazed back into yours almost knowingly.
“But you don’t know what my question is,” you question, confusion evident on your features.
He chuckles again, the sound making you melt on the spot.
“Do not underestimate the geo archon.”
With that, he disappears into the other direction, leaving you frozen in your place.
Did he just…?
A million thoughts were coursing through your head at the moment. But one thing was for sure, you couldn’t wait until tomorrow.
--
That night, sleep did not come to you like usual.
With your head filled with thoughts about Zhongli, and his last words before departing, you were basically shaking with excitement.
Had you really met him?
Nevermind, your questions would all be answered the next day.
--
“I see you’ve arrived.”
Zhongli smiles at you, to which you return the gesture, still mesmerized by his delicate features to speak.
You had practically jumped out of bed this morning, making some jumbled excuse about fetching more berries and fowl to your mother, who was left dumbfounded.
Zhongli pats the spot beside him on the grass, and you notice his spear laying next to him on the other side.
Carefully sitting down next to the tall man, both of your backs leaned against the tree with its leaves above you providing minimal cover from the sun. It was then that you noticed the close proximity of your bodies, making you flush.
“So, would you like to ask me your question from yesterday?”
You bit your bottom lip nervously for a moment, before shaking your head and reaching next to you into the bag that you had brought.
“Ah-- before that, Mr. Zhongli, you mentioned you are also interested in Liyue’s stories?” You pulled out the book from yesterday.
He nods, as you flip open the book to the chapter you had bookmarked. The same chapter describing Rex Lapis’s first appearance.
“Just Zhongli is fine. And yes, I am also well-informed of the stories of Liyue. Would you like me to tell you some?”
You nod, showing him the marked section. “That would be nice, but could you answer this one question of mine first?”
He takes the book from your hands, bright pupils scanning over the words. A small breeze blew by just that moment, causing his long hair to lift slightly. The sunlight shone softly on his pale skin, giving him an almost ethereal aura.
You never thought someone could appear so calm and peaceful while reading a book.
“Yes, ask away.”
He lifts his head up to meet your eyes, making you clear your throat, embarrassed you had been admiring him so openly.
Although that chapter remains your favorite chapter of all times, there had been one question that had stayed in the corner of your mind each time you read it.
“In that section, when Rex Lapis lifts his head and immerses himself in the wind, what do you think he was feeling? Satisfaction from eliminating his enemies? Or perhaps, tired from all the fighting in the Archon War?”
Zhongli hums, smiling gently at nothing in particular as he closes his eyes, lifting his head up towards the sky.
A small breeze passes by again, and you smile at the sight. You no longer questioned his true identity. You knew.
“That all may be true, however, I’d say he was feeling quite…” He pauses, as if trying to search for the right word.
“...saddened, almost.”
You tilt your head curiously, “Saddened?”
He nods, facing you, “Perhaps mournful, even. Have you ever wondered if Rex Lapis wanted to kill at all? Although those evil should be eliminated, they are still living souls, and perhaps he wished for everything to return to normal.”
Zhongli’s voice trailed off, as he held a sad feeling behind his eyes, making you unconsciously reach for his hand laying on his lap.
He looked at you in surprise at the sudden contact, and your eyes widened at your own actions, making a move to quickly retrieve your own hand, when he stops you.
He brings the both of your hands together, now laying on his lap as red spreads through your cheeks.
The both of you sit in silence as a few beats pass, when he breaks the silence once again.
“I’d like to share with you some of my favorite stories of Liyue, would you be interested?”
You smile, nodding as he starts speaking again.
And he shares stories you’ve never heard before, or even some that you have, but a different version of. The difference in stories that you had believed your whole life made you surprised, not sure what to believe.
No, scratch that, deep down, you knew what to believe. Or, who to believe.
Zhongli shares his stories until it starts to become dark, to which he finally stops and suggests you return home.
“I’ll walk you home, it’s quite dangerous at night.”
You thank him, and you two start to make your way back, continuing to talk about Liyue and its fascinating history.
“Ah, it’s just right down there. Thank you for today, Zhongli.” You smile at him once again, ready to return before he stops you.
“Are you not going to ask me the question you had yesterday?” It was quite dark, so it was a bit difficult to tell, but you swore there was a slight smirk on his lips.
You laugh, shaking your head. “I’ve got my answer already.”
He raises his eyebrows, a teasing hint in his voice, “Are you sure, Y/N?”
Hearing your name roll off his tongue sent shivers through your body, smirking back at him.
“I’m quite sure, Rex Lapis.”
Zhongli opens his mouth to speak before closing, as deep chuckles ring through the night. Not long after, your own quiet giggles joining him. Finally, you both recover from your laughter.
“Goodnight then, Morax, you still have to share your stories with me tomorrow.”
He smiles at you, golden eyes shining even through the dark. “Same time?”
You grin back, before turning to return back to your home. “Same time.”
Maybe you’d ask him to teach you how to fight tomorrow.
On second thought, perhaps your lack of experience in fighting was a good thing. For because of it, you had met the man who only existed in books that you’d read everyday.
Your once peaceful life, although disrupted by the appearance of the one and only geo archon you admired so dearly, had now offered you something to look forward to each day.
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mitsuki locks eyes with the redhead through the rear view mirror and the levity in her eyes is replaced with a vicious glare
“you make my brat cry and i’ll crack your skull like a coconut and use your brain matter to fertilise my hydrangeas.”
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Night strolls
Ayato x reader
Warnings: none, just fluff <3
A/n: did yall see Ayato? I'm actually about to pass out because of how he looks AND HIS VOICE OH MY GOD 😳💗
"Good evening my lady." Ayato said with a soft voice as he glanced at you.
"Greetings Ayato, enjoying the evening?" you said with your fan at your lips and he smiled.
"Now even more because of you." he told you and you blushed.
"Ah yes indeed, how have you been lately?" you said as you started to walk next to him. He just chuckled and looked down at you.
"Do you really wish to know?" he said and you looked at him.
"You are a dear friend of mine Ayato, of course I wish to know, plus, your sister would worry if she wouldn't know how you are, you need to open up a little." you said and he gave a defeated sign.
"Fine fine, I surrender myself to your mighty judgement!" he said and you laughed.
"How can such a serious head of the Yashiro Comission and head of the Kamisato clan be so playful sometimes?" you asked and he just smiled.
"I must admit that this is just the effect you have upon me my lady." he said and looked down at you once again.
"Still the same charmer I see." you said with a small grin and he got closer to you.
"Only for you my dear." he said and you tried not to die there from how flustered you got. Right now you were at the bridge from Inazuma city, near the water and that small shrine for the kitsune. As you looked at the sky, you sighted.
"Ah its such a beautiful night, I wish we could stay like this, no clan affairs, no etiquette lessons or way to act before everyone, here we can be ourselves." you said.
"Indeed very beautiful." he said and you looked at him only to see that he wasn't looking at the sky, oh no, quite the opposite, he was looking at you with such an adoration.
"Ayato-" you tried to say but he held your hands so you would look at him.
"Look, I know that maybe you think it would be complicated for us to start something, after all we both rule over clan's with big duties, but, believe me, we can make it trough together." he said and looked at you in the eyes.
"But... What about the others? If we get together, they will expect us to marry, have heirs, and our whole relationship will be public..." you said and he took your cheek in his hand.
"You don't have to do all that if you don't feel like it, we are the own rulers of our lives, so why care about what the others think?" he said and you looked at his blue orbs. They were charming, just like his sister's eyes.
"I- alright, if you really think it could work, I'm willing to give it a chance." you said and he smiled at you slowly approaching you. When you were at centimeters away from his face, he connected your lips with his, kissing you sweetly. You felt as if this was the right thing to happen, a lot of thoughts invaded your head and all you could think of was him, the one you loved soo much.
When you broke, he looked at you and caressed your cheeks with his fingers.
"What about you come and have dinner with me and my sister? I'm sure she would enjoy your company as much as I do." he said and you chuckled.
"How could I refuse to see Ayaka and Thoma, I missed them so much, but I missed you even more." you added and he smirked.
"I didn't expect anything else my dear, after all I'm your soul mate." he said and you rolled your eyes.
"As you say "lord" Kamisato. "you said and he grabbed your waist pushing you into him.
"You will get to see me as lord Kamisato too one day, dear, just wait and see." he said and grinned as you blushed hard.
And with that, you both headed to the Kamisato Estate.
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character(s) : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki (bnha)
part two — tokrev ver.
legend : [Y/N = YOUR NAME] gender neutral, quirk’s not specific
headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish🤔(x reader)
note(s) : things you did that caused these characters to blush for the first time 💀 i had a hard time sticking with ideas for this one— either way, i’m sorry for the lack of posts 🧎♀️
calling him by his full hero name
as we all know, his hero name has gone through several revisions. the reactions of his classmates and teachers after hearing about “king explosion murder” deemed them unacceptable, unworthy (for the time being) to hear of his official, on the paper hero name.
even then, “great explosion murder god dynamight” still has its mixed reviews— mostly questioning the blond’s naming process. they all sincerely wish he’s not in charge of naming whoever’s kid.
which is why, hearing you say his full hero name and in it’s correct order— mind you, nearly caused him to erupt into shades of red, which could rival his very own irises.
the self control he possesses sometimes
he thinks you’re mocking him at first, naturally. considering that, everyone either stuck to the name’s simplified version, “dynamight” or, they just completely avoided the mention of his hero name all together.
until he sees the sincerity in your eyes— confusion swirling in your irises at the lack of katsuki’s response.
he goes to correct you, until he remembers that the order’s absolutely correct. so then, he asks you to say it again, a hand cupping his ear, so he could hear the way the name rolls off your tongue, as you stare at him with anything but ill intent.
katsuki doesn’t realize he’s blushing, until kirishima innocently points it out, believing his blush was the work of the newly purchased hot sauce.
“was the hot sauce i bought really intense? if so— i’m really glad, y’know! i scavenged the aisles for that specific bottle”
“the hell are you talking about?”
“uh, you’re like.. really red, bro. that’s.. that’s what i mean.”
“… i’m not. you’re just fucking colorblind. are you sure the hair dye isn’t seeping into your brain?”
“…i’m sure that’s not how it works—”
“no.”
katsuki ends up not sleeping on time, and it’s all due to you. he concludes he might need professional, medical attention (no, katsuki. you just have a crush— and that’s perfectly fine 😭)
calling him his first name
his family only ever called him by his first name, which is a given. but, ever since he made it his official hero name, more and more people have been calling him by his first name.
is it something that he regrets occasionally? yeah, sometimes. did he choose that as his hero name, because he wanted to be recognized as him, and not the child of endeavor? yeah.
did he also make his hero name “shouto”, so he could erase the less than kind memories that associate with his name? maybe.
despite it all, he finds himself fighting the heat that threatens to spread along his cheeks, when you whisper his first name for the first time— addressing him as shouto in private.
not in a training set up, or in front of other classmates— but in each other’s company alone.
activating his right side, to regulate his temperature, he tilts his head to the side— prompting you to speak further.
“you weren’t responding, and i also never said your first name before so.. yeah. wanted to test that out.”
shouto holds down an uncharacteristic stammer. with shaky hands, he slowly (maybe even cautiously), approaches you.
“was that out of line—”
“no.” he starts, “it was quite— nice. yes, nice.” he nods with vigor. he likes the way you say his name, is what he wants to say. but, the words don’t come out as well.
“my first name. it’s free for you to use as you like.”
“oh— thanks, shouto!”
even when he says that, there’s undeniably some redness sprinkled across his cheeks. unsure of what just happened to him— he quickly turns around, hoping you don’t question the uncharacteristic action.
he only notices that he’s blushing, when midoriya takes one look at him, and offers him aloe vera gel
“aloe vera gel?”
“it’s for your..” midoriya gestures to the entirety of his face, “i don’t know what it is, but it looks like a rash?”
“why? what does my face look like?”
“really red, todoroki-kun.”
it dawns onto him on what it actually is, “oh.” not knowing how to reply to that, he accepts the gel.
it occurs to shouto, that there’s something he needs to figure out. whatever it is, it is causing him chest issues. he also believes that it’s detrimental to his ever so perfected temperature control. in reality, this was all because of his feelings towards you, but he’ll figure it out soon enough
oddly specific
for as long as he could remember, hitoshi has gotten used to paying attention to people, and their voices— because he needed to, if he wanted to pursue being a hero.
gradually, he just knew when to expect something, just by reading the conversation’s pattern, or maybe even their body language.
he thinks that people can be so predictable sometimes. so, when something else happens— it throws him off the loop.
like now, when you complimented him on his bone structure. something so oddly specific, and something he’s never been complimented on before.
to the point that heat flared up on his face— or a blush, he doesn’t know. either way, he just hopes it’s not obvious.
hitoshi knows a part of him would’ve been pretty amused at this compliment— then again, he’s never received such compliment before.
“bone structure, huh?” he questions, hand flying up to his nape, something he does as a fidget, or— when he finds himself shy.
the insomniac teen sincerely hopes this action does something to control whatever blush, or heat that’s about to emit off his face to no end.
“yeah. you have good bone structure. has no one told you that?”
“no, not really. but uh.. thank you?”
you smile, patting his back, “don’t sweat it.”
oh but, he will.
hitoshi only realizes he’s blushing, when aizawa points it out first (he wonders, why it had to be his mentor out of all the people.)
“shinsou, you good?”
“yes, sir. why?”
“you look like you’re burning up.”
“i am? ..huh.”
“don’t “huh” me, i don’t want to be unwell during training. it won’t benefit you, and it’ll only worsen your condition.”
“uh.. i don’t think..”
“—unless, i’m misreading this all, and it’s not what it appears.”
“…yeah.”
hitoshi wonders if he was blushing because he was given an unexpected, and oddly specific compliment. or— if it’s because you were giving him the praise. but knowing himself, it’s probably because of you. (he’s screwed, he thinks to himself)
when you flirt back
kaminari denki can flirt, but he doesn’t actually expect any form of reciprocation.
he knows when to back off and all— he’s not a creep. regardless of the fact, whenever he does flirt with someone, they either shyly shrug it off, or they ignore it all together 💀
then there are those rare occasions, where he gets told off, but hey— at least he tried, and at least they were honest.
denki thought you were just being nice, when you only smiled at his borderline cheesy attempts at throwing flirtatious punchlines.
which is why he doesn’t know what to say, when you actually flirt back with him. it was totally unexpected on his end— especially since you’ve never mirrored him in like, ever.
“i think if we were a couple, you’d be the pretty one,” he says in an flirtatious attempt, and he opens his mouth to move onto the next topic, when you reply back with
“hm, i don’t know— you’re pretty good looking yourself. we’d really be one pretty couple.”
denki stares at you dumified, and the lack of words only cause the smile that was already on your lips to spread even wider.
what time is it? where is he? is the room spinning? is the world spinning? he knew, but it seems to be that he forgot about all concepts of time and location.
he believes he short circuited— the way his agape mouth closes and opens like a fish, and the way he stares at you dumbfounded is just enough to wrap a conclusion around his head
but he doesn’t see sparks of electricity, or an expression of worry on your face— which is something he catches a glimpse of, whenever he short circuits due his quirk
so maybe, it’s something else entirely.
denki only realizes that he’s blushing, when bakugou lands a slap on his back, straightening his posture.
“ow, bakugou! what was that for?”
“your expression, ‘s fucking haunting. the hell happened to you? got struck by lighting on the way or something?”
“huh??”
“your face, dimwit. look at your face— it’s red as shit!”
“what— oh. oh.”
“what?”
“i just realized something. i think i’m screwed.”
“sounds like a personal problem.”
in reality, it really was. in a span of few hours and a hamburger, denki came to realize this unlabelled fascination, is him actually developing a crush on you— the subject of his daily banter.
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pairings (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe/tartaglia, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif, thoma, arataki itto, gorou x gender neutral reader
word count - 3549
genre - fluff
format - headcanons + blurbs
warnings - kissing, skinship, sharing a bed, vague spoiler for dain's identity, consensual waking with kisses
summary - good morning kisses with the boys :)
a/n - this is my submission for @xiaosmoon's valentines collab for the 7th day prompt: good morning kisses! :) it's also my first post in a while (i'm a lil rusty on writing so forgive me if i don't make sense in some parts aaa), and i just wanted to say thank you all for the neverending support and love i receive on this blog despite my inactivity, it means the world to me :) i hope you enjoy the post! <3
there's never a morning where diluc doesn't kiss you upon awakening
it's how he starts his day and as necessary and mundane as eating breakfast or brushing his teeth (or breathing, dare he say)
good morning kisses are among his favorites because to him, there's no better way to be welcomed into the waking world that with the softness of your lips against his
he'll sacrifice some of his time allotted for his morning routine, but it's worth it just to spend a few more minutes with you
his kisses are firm and bathed in unwavering love, yet they shield a trembling longing that's caged beneath the flesh of his skin. every ticklish traversal of your fingertips, warm from sleep, stemming upwards from the small of his back to the apples of his cheeks set his heart ablaze and body alight. you'd cup his cheeks and welcome him to the world of consciousness with a smile that rivalled the stars themselves and a kiss tasting of the remnants of sweet dreams.
diluc would murmur words of insistence: that with the sun's blossom over the rolling hills and mountains of mondstat, he too should rise and tend to his duties. but within your arms under thick, wooly sheets was where he longed to be and desired to remain. it was easy to persuade him to spend an extra five minutes wrapped up in your arms: embarrassingly so. he'd pay the price when he scrambled to get ready, sands of time running so quickly through his hands as he would later hop around on one leg with half his leg in the pants hole, ruby broach tugged halfway over his face.
but it was all worth it to spend just a little more time basking in the morning sun and waking up to the feeling of your lips on his. so he stays for just "five more minutes" and lets his lips and soul connect against yours.
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kaeya loves to wake you up in the same way each morning: with his kisses
morning sun is always too hot for someone like him but you ground him back in reality and let him know that to live is to burn as much as it is to freeze
there are no teasing remarks, no neatly folded smiles or careful laughs
just your sweet kaeya and his loving kisses to greet you with the morning sun
dawn was never preferable for a man who thrived in shadows: but you were a different kind of light.
gentle as a firefly, ethereal and milky as the moon and tender as lakewater in the depths of midnight: you were his sun if sunshine were bathed in an inky mist.
with his arms wound tight around your body and a caress of his thumb just beneath your eye—shut in bliss and slumber—kaeya observed the rise of dawn and felt his skin tingle with a cathartic release, leaving the calm rise and fall of your chest and gentle pitter patter of your heartbeat to soothe the aches and sores that came with the sun.
he'd wake you up first with a kiss to your forehead (because blessed was the brain beneath your skull that looked at him and found love, solace, and home). your nose would scrunch up adorably, but settle back to baseline; this would not do. then, another to your cheeks (both of them, because he loved how supple and sweet they felt beneath his lips). next were your eyelids, where he longed to see the beautiful (e/c) gems hidden beneath the tenderness of your skin and recite poems of love with nothing but his eyes.
finally were your lips, where you became his muse and breathed life into him. by this point, you'd awaken (though you usually awoke when he kissed your eyelids but feigned sleep with a tricky smile on your face) and wrung your arms around his neck to tug him closer; and he'd let you, just like he did every morning.
but kaeya decided to prolong his usual morning kiss routine with you today: the early morning sun fancied you a divinity and bathed you in its glow, and though he was just a mere sinner, he longed to lay within your embrace and commit every inch of your beautiful face to his memory by heart.
waking up to albedo makes you question if you're still dreaming
he's most likely still asleep, resting after a fruitful day of work of all kinds
but even in sleep his love is more tender and sweet than a droplet of honey
albedo often woke up to the tickle of your fingertips gliding over his scalp, just barely grazing over the roots of his thick locks. but he preferred his eyes to remain shut just so you'd continue for a little longer. when he eventually did open his eyes, he peered into your own pools and saw within them his entire world and all that he loved.
albedo wasn't much of a poet: he preferred to pour his creativity into blossoming pieces of art from his fingertips. but when you laid so calmly and warm in his arms and peered up at him with what looked like twinkling stars in your eyes, a plethora of thoughts washed over him like a gentle tsunami.
"radiant", "exquisite", "luminous", "ethereal", were just a few adjectives that came to mind whenever you looked at him with the gentle caress of morning sun on your face and a hazy smile on your lips.
he was sure that the flowery words of love that he wanted to convey to you were translated over when his lips met yours and all in the world fell silent.
should he wake up first (which occurs more regularly), childe will first study your face as if he'd be quizzed on it later
but really he adores how the sunlight contours the grooves and dips of your face and his attention is tethered tight to your lips like a metal coil
try as you might to persuade him that your morning breath isn't worth his kisses—he won't listen
because when childe wants something, be it glory, power, or the world even, he'll do what it takes to get his hands on it
even the strongest of knights need a kiss from their beloved to start the day right
childe takes his opportunities by the horns and slings reins upon them so that with a flick of his wrist, they are putty or stone in his hands.
but it seems you were the one to saddle him first.
it frustrated him: all you had to do was lie in slumber, eyes shut peaceful and safe and calm, and his heart would be sent aflutter. when you awaken and caress his face; greet each of his freckles and swipe fluffy locks of ginger hair away from his ocean eyes and shield him from the red hue of early morning sun, he is putty in your hands.
he's only ever know the worn grips of sword and knife handles and the sharpness of finely tuned words and edges of blades and pointed arrows that jutted outwards and would draw blood if he pierced too hard.
but you are soft, tender, and warm; a far cry from the frigid temperatures of cooled metal.
his good mornings, sweet words, and bubbled laughs are muffled between intertwined lips and a dance of hearts and a tangle of your hands in his locks. your smiles are swallowed between his lips and they taste of sugary syrup (and he's reminded that you love pancakes, and thus an idea for breakfast is formulated in his mind).
you're in no need of any words to convince just how putty childe is within your arms: his lips that meld so sweetly against yours say it all.
zhongli is a creature of habit and finds stability in repeating little things in his daily life
one of these things is to brew you a cup of tea—just the right temperature, amount of sugar, and milk—and serve it to you just as dawn begins to break over the horizon
there's no better way to greet a day full of promise and opportunity than to spend it with you and a warm beverage
you are an ethereal creature more beautiful than any cut of jewel that zhongli has ever gazed upon in his entire life. even with a wrinkled shirt, dried drool on the edge of your oh-so-kissable lips which always stretched into a sleepy smile whenever his fingers brushed against yours, and the glossy glaze of morning mirth that never faded no matter how many times you batted your lashes.
the porcelain cup of tea that he had carefully set aside for you had surely gone lukewarm right now, but you had let him know how delicious it was upon the first, steaming hot sip with a pleasant hum and gentle smile on your face.
now you laid your head on his chest, searching absentmindedly for the gentle thunder of his beating heart beneath the soft, cotton fabric of his shirt. he'd shake you gently every now and then: a proper reminder not to fall back asleep yet as the day before you and him had yet to be greeted.
yet despite being the strongest of the adepti and the former holder of divinity, it is you who silences an archon with a kiss to his lips and a gentle pat to his cheek.
sleep doesn't come to xiao; it's as unnatural as breathing underwater
so he'll stand guard and chase away the shadows and cobwebs that surround you while you sleep
and when morning finally comes, and you've awakened to your loyal lover at the foot of your bed, he's of no position to object when you beckon him closer
with your heartbeat as a lullaby, perhaps he'll learn what it's like to breathe underwater
"you're awake." his voice was quiet, gentle; careful not to rouse you from tender sleep too abruptly
your eyes still phased in and out of consciousness, body begging to hold onto the last remnants of your sleep but you surged forwards and ripped the tendrils of slumber from your arms to greet your lover.
"that i am," you breathed, and stretched your arms out towards him like a beacon of light, "come."
years ago he would've declined ferociously (because the burdens he carried are forever his and his alone to shoulder). but now he's learned: that his debt is not all he is, that he is allowed to feel joy and feel blossoms of warmth spread across his cheeks whenever you weaved crowns out of qingxin just for him.
crawling onto the bed, his forearms caged your head in as he hovered over you and brushed the tip of his nose against yours no more delicate than a flower petal. you smiled, and skimmed your palms set ablaze with sleepy warmth up from his wrists over his chilled, scarred skin, to his supple cheeks. a tilt of his head to the side and his lips were all yours—and what a feeling it was to dance a morning waltz to the distant roll and crash of the sea.
xiao pulled away first, bashful and elusive and breathless from all you give to and take from him, before settling his body onto yours, head on your chest to listen to the steady beat of your heart. bliss overcame him when your fingers carded through his locks, and he knew this was the closest he'd ever get to heaven.
kazuha is never far, but when the sun rises so does he
the ocean breeze and gentle roll of the waves stirs something deep within him and he's compelled to go towards it
but he'll always be within reach, and he'll always go where your intertwined hearts desire
guyun stone forest was beautiful in the early dawn when not even the crystalflies had gone to bed and some of the twinkling stars in the mauve sky had yet to return to the inky blackness. the sea breeze ruffled his hair as if the anemo archon themself had caressed his head in silent prayer.
the winds sounded favorable and playful today, like the innocent twinkling of a dangling bell from a cat's collar; today's events would work in his favor.
a silent smile spread across his face when he felt a pair of arms encircle his waist, and a tender kiss pressed to his cheek—chilled from the sea breeze.
your head lolled into the crook of his neck as you peered out at the calm waves, tinted the color of sunsettias in their brightest bloom. kazuha felt your heartbeat pitter against his back and raised his arm (careful not to let you come near the blade that hung from his waist) as a silent invitation to come closer—and you did.
kazuha's lips nestled themselves at the soft, tender part of your head and murmured a "good morning" into your roots; and a special, secret part of him hoped that he'd always be able to wake up to rolling waves, the fresh scent of salt, and your embrace in the early morning.
it's difficult for him to fall asleep, and stay asleep
it wasn't until recently that he had discovered that you acted as somewhat of a remedy to his sleep problems
but he'd rather let his pride stay lodged in his throat and block his esophagus than admit that he falls asleep much better when your hand in clasped in his and your body is snug, puzzle-pieced against his own
even with all his reservations, he always wakes up to your hand intertwined within his own, and his face snuggled into the crook of your neck
"you know," you started, voice still rich and heavy with sleep, "sometimes, you cry in your sleep."
he wasn't even aware he still did that anymore.
"preposterous. you're seeing things." he responded.
yet you squeezed his hand and ushered him closer into the warmth of your body with a shake of your head against the pillow. "i'm not."
silence engulfed the bedroom save for the twinkle of freshly fallen snow from outside the walls of zapolyarny palace, and a pair of morning doves landed on the branch just outside the window before scaramouche spoke again.
"is that why you hold my hand?"
you hummed in thought, lost to the tendrils of thought for only a brief moment before your answer rolled so fluidly out from your tongue without hesitation.
"no, i hold it because i love you."
he scoffed, though he knew that you knew he wasn't annoyed in the slightest when he squeezes his arm tighter around your waist and raised your intertwined hands to press a kiss to your skin. he'd always sleep soundly if you remained by his side.
he's seen the fall and rise of the sun too many times to count
the first few times he'd ever witnessed such beauty were breathtaking moment that stuck with him forever despite the circumstances in which he was allowed to breathe in dewy morning air and see the brilliance of the sun for the first time
but the novelty eventually withered away and what remained was numb and cold
until you entered his life and reignited the childish wonder within him; you became his new, eternal sun
he always woke up much earlier than you did: two or three hours were all he really needed at this point. but he preferred waking up earlier, at the time which dawn slowly began to creep up over the horizon, stuck between that lamentful limbo of inky midnight blues and striking, tangy oranges and playful pinks.
your body was pressed tight against his; limp in his lap with the faint fan of your snores tickling the strands of hair at the base of his neck. unlike the sun with which he had once found novel beauty in, your beauty never ceased, the novelty never wore off, and even in sleep you blessed him with light and the luck that he possessed to be able to love someone as lovely as you.
you'd wake up and prop yourself up on his chest to give him a kiss and whisper a good morning, before pulling him back down to sleep within your arms without question.
thoma's got a strict schedule he needs to maintain
which means he's here and then gone on a long, busy day of work
but that doesn't mean he doesn't set aside the perfect sliver of time in his morning to wake you up in the gentlest of ways and bid his goodbyes until afternoon
thoma would chide you whenever you forced your eyes open just to watch him hustle around the room and throw on his clothes for the day—because there was no need to watch him slowly cut the cord of morning bliss that tethered the two of your together. but you couldn't help it; even if for a moment all you wanted was to lay your eyes on the man you loved.
"go back to sleep, i'll come see you soon. it's a promise." he whispered, careful not to ruin the sleepy trance you were caught in as he drew the thick covers back over your body.
you knew he always kept his promises (even if he did show up breathless with a bouquet of flowers and two sticks of tricolor dango in his hands), but he still sealed them with a sweet kiss first to your forehead, then to your lips for extra measure.
itto is restless and always ready to go at a moment's notice
this applies from the moment he wakes up till the moment he falls asleep
you'd define him as a bit of a menace who drags you out of slumber with him for a morning filled with giggles and tickles and maybe a few pillow fights
but you're the only one capable of subduing an oni; and he'll willingly submit if it meant he'd see that smile he loved so much on your face
you had become accustomed to waking up to the long tips of his nails tickling against the tender part of your skin where your nerves collected together in your armpits and sides. bubbles of giggles erupted from your throat as he mumbled a husky "wakey wakey, sunshine!" into your ear with a voice still caught on the edge of sleep and dreams.
plead and fight as much as you want, itto's strength knows no bounds and he won't stop tickling with sweet laughter of his own until you've got tears running down your face and a permanent smile on your lips.
before he knows it, he's on his back instead of hovering over you and you've straddled his waist with a triumphant smirk and eyes that glimmered with mischief and wriggly fingers that zeroed in on his armpits and neck.
but a kiss to your lips is all he needs to distract you from the impending revenge you desired for the tickle attack. and what could you say? the plea of a truce in his kiss was enough to subdue your fighting spirit and fall prey to his embrace.
he's shy and still stumbling through the thickets of love and affection
but there's never a morning where gorou doesn't wake you with feathery light kisses that lead up from the ends of your shoulders to the tips of your warm ears
part of him doesn't want to stir you yet from sleep but the other part of him wants to see your beautiful eyes and talk about everything and nothing in the moment of morning where there was finally no need to rush to do anything
he didn't want to wake you up at first, but you had a knack for being in sync with him so when your eyes fluttered open a little after his did and your hand reached up to smooth his frazzled, thick locks, he felt a little less guilty for rousing your awake. you had probably become used to the little tingles that resounded whenever he pressed his lips against your shoulder and led up towards your neck, and you always smiled and reassured him that you loved being woken up with something as gentle as his lips.
gorou loved when your fingers would find the soft part of his ears and stroke them softly as if you were handling glass. his heart felt full and swollen with an indescribable feeling that he hadn't felt before (and it felt light and airy). you hummed out an interesting thought you had from the day prior, and let him run over the day's plans for his soldiers while you stroked his head and let him run his calloused and battle-scarred hands over your back.
if possible gorou wanted to freeze time in this exact window of time each morning and prolong the domesticity and sweetness of your morning talks for just a little while longer. all he's ever wished for was something stable, comforting, and sweet and he finds all that he has ever yearned for within your eyes and embrace.
date published: february 7th, 2022
Bakugou x Reader
You are sitting at home when you look down at your phone at the time. Seven o'clock crap your late getting ready for your date, Katsuki is going to be here any minute now.
You jump out of bed and rush over to your closet hoping to find something clean, looking at the pile of dirty clothes in the floor that you should definitely do tomorrow. You find a black sweater and a pair of leggings and throw them on and spray yourself with your favorite perfume. The great thing about Katsuki is you don’t even have to try to look nice around him, he LOVES when you show up like you just rolled out of bed. He says it’s when you look the best, no makeup and your natural hair falling down your back.
Katsuki pulls up and honks his horn. You grab your phone and wallet and run out to meet him. You see that devilish grin across his face. You hop in the car and he has the windows down blasting his rock music (as usual) you take off and go to your favorite place. There is a place not far from his house, an open field where you both love watching the sunset and eating your takeout from your favorite restaurant.
As the sun sets on another great day, Katsuki pulls out a blanket and lays it on the ground for the two of you to lay down on. The stars shining bright in the sky but one thing shines brighter, Katsukis eyes. Your favorite thing to look at. He turns his head to you and you both lock eyes, in that very moment you feel like your on top of the world.
“You look beautiful tonight y/n” your cheeks getting hot and red. Katsuki leans in and kisses you. He grabs your chin and tilts your head up kissing your neck. Chills run down your spine. You sit up and sit on top of Katsukis lap, wrapping your legs around his waist. He places his hands on your hips and flips you over pinning you to the ground. His body hovering over top yours.
He takes your chin into his hand and kisses you deeply. “Never pin me down unless your willing to deal with the consequences teddy bear.” Katsuki grins.
The rest of the night you spend tangled up in each other. Waking up covered in nothing but a blanket. Kasuki pulls your bare body close to his and whispers in your ear “I love you teddy bear.”
“I love you too Katsuki.”
I hope you all enjoy this I worked very hard on it. Much love for you all. -L
Deku, who is now the number one hero and the symbol of peace, who meets the reader, an ex-villain during his at time at U.A,now she's a simple bartender but she remembers him.
"Oh you're Izuku Midoriya"
"Do I know you..?oh you are-"
Kinda awkward because at first you were to each other's neck, now you're serving him and his friends drinks, but that doesn't stop him to ask you out...
recognition flashes across the face of izuku.
"it's you..." he says, staring at you with wide eyes.
"it's me!" you reply with a smile while mixing a drink.
it's been a while since you've seen izuku midoriya. it was high school, and you found yourself caught up in some morally ambiguous organizations. you didn't plan to become a villian, but there you were, being chased down by the up and coming hero, deku.
since then, you've been through some rigorous villain-rehabilitation programs and are finally on the right track, scoring a steady job bartending and this local bar. past you would have never foreseen this.
but what you couldn't foresee was how goddamn good-looking that dorky hero that was chasing you down all those years ago would turn out to be. yet there he was in front of you, freckled skin and gorgeous green eyes that you could lose yourself in if you weren't careful.
"i-it's nice to see you," he says, nervously fidgeting.
it's cute to see that his boyish shyness never left.
"good to see you too... number one hero," you say teasingly, loving the way his skin turns bright red.
he nervously laughs and rubs the back of his neck, unknowingly showing off his drool-worthy arm muscles.
"yeah, i guess things have changed a bit since i last saw you," he says.
"well, last time you saw me, you were tackling me to the ground and handing me over to the police," you say pointedly.
izuku freezes in embarrassment. you start to feel bad for giving him a hard time, and begin to backtrack.
"it was for the best," you say. "after that, i got some help. and now i have this job and things are looking good."
you can see him let out a shaky breath before gently smiling at you. "that's good to hear."
"yep. it seems that every time our paths cross, you're here to change the direction of my life." you raise an eyebrow. "so... deku... what's it going to be this time?"
it’s fluff friday!
Omg I just imagined listening to music with Nanami.
You both like sharing earbuds to listen on the songs you both like, whenever you're in the car after the mission or somewhere in Jujutsu tech.
AOSJHAKSBW IMAGINE HIM MAKING A PLAYLIST OF SONGS THAT REMINDS HIM OF YOU. AHHHHHH
I bet he has a faint smile when he listens to that playlist. Ofc gojo can't see that smile— or can he?
Just the thought being close to him because the string of the earbuds isn't long enough, and you rest your head on his shoulder. APKSOANSIW
Peace out. ✌️
I headcanon that Nanami has no idea how to listen to music properly - like he is the only person who chooses not to subscribe to any music playing platforms because he prefers records or smth like that.
highkey hot of him tho.
But you were desperate haha - so you logged into your own account when you're on his phone just so you two can listen to music together whenever you take the train home, or when you two are coming back from a mission together.
Like everything else Nanami enjoys, he does not like going into it blind; and he ends up developing his own taste quite quick. He doesn't like rock and was quite interested in the fact that he can hear the classics that he enjoys on the go. So he soon subscribes to his own account so he can enjoy and explore the app at his own convenience as well. Plus, he doesn't like to be riding off your account for long haha.
I am sure he even got interested in making playlists as well, and because of his need for perfection, he probably got the hang of making playlists and made one specifically for the both of you. Songs that you two enjoy together, songs from bands or singers you've suggested to him that he added into the playlist since he enjoys a few of their songs. Sometimes they are just new songs he had found through recommendation and added into their as well.
Probably named it after you with a cute candid picture of you or whatever - but that's just random things he does ya know 🙂 not like he's husband material anyway
or the fact that he might play a few of those songs during your wedding what-
my reading dump for genshin, bnha and other works (sfw only). feel free to give me recs
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