VENTI LMAO

FLUSTERED.

you can’t believe how easy it is for him to fluster you (you’re just gonna blame it on the fact it’s your first meeting with him).

pairing: ayato/gender neutral reader

category/warnings: arranged marriage, first meeting, fluff ig, ayato is hot, ayato has long hair, ayato is taller than the reader, ayato kisses the reader on their hand and the reader is nervous throughout the whole fic ure welcome

note: anyways please wish me luck on my history test today i really dont want to retake it bro

nervous. that’s the word that best describes the state that you’re in right now. nervous and a little bit excited.

you’ve heard stories about kamisato ayato — a lot of them, to be precise. who didn’t? the head of the kamisato clan, the yashiro commissioner, the leader of the shuumatsuban; yes, you’ve heard stories of him but never met him in person. and that is precisely why you’re nervous — because you’re supposed to soon marry someone you didn’t meet before. and now that you’re waiting for him, you start wondering how have you never meet him yet considering you’re so close with ayaka?

“don’t worry,” she tries to make you less nervous. admittedly, she fails but you don’t have the heart to tell her that. “oh, you see? there he is!” she whispers in your ear and gestures in front of you.

and there he is indeed. walking in your direction, with his head held up high and a confident walk.

you get more and more nervous with every step he takes and so when he finally stands in front of you, you forget how you’re supposed to act.

“hello, it is a pleasure to meet you,” he says and his voice is smooth and rich; it reminds you of honey. he has a curious glint in his eye. “hello, sister,” he adds while smiling at ayaka, to which she nods at him.

you three stand in silence for a good minute, with your friend’s brother’s eyes never leaving your figure. the girl is the one to break the silence first.

“i’m going to leave you to it,” she says and quickly bids the two of you goodbye.

it’s going to go great!, she mouths while backing away.

now that you’re left alone, you look at the man in front of you more closely. he’s attractive. oh archons, he’s extremely attractive. and he’s tall, overwhelmingly so; his figure seems to loom over yours and you feel oh so small. his hair is tied up in a high ponytail with two strands adorning his face from both sides — he’s a handsome man. he’s a very handsome man and he’s looking at you so intensely you want to disappear.

“hello,” you answer. your voice is visibly nervous and you curse yourself for it.

“may i?” he asks while gesturing to take your hand. you allow him, lifting it in his direction yourself. he delicately takes it in his own and brings it up to his lips — and you suddenly feel like you can’t breathe and you feel your cheeks heat up. he kisses your knuckles while never breaking the eye contact and you’re so caught up in the act of what is happening that you forget how close and how intimate the position you are in is.

“i have a feeling we’re going to get along quite well,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, not letting your hand out of his hold. his eyes are piercing and you have to look away. you try to calm down your beating heart — damn it, why were you so easy to fluster?

kamisato ayato is gonna be the end of you.

Since the Ikevil EN release date is fast approaching, here's a quick guide to help people who are still undecided choose which suitor to go for

Disclaimer: This is not a serious guide, but to the best of my knowledge, it's an accurate one. I also spent like, 10 minutes tops on this, so, you know, be warned

begging on my knees asking mihoyo to give ayato a fan like ayaka

because imagine. imagine being so intimidated by his regal presence that you can't quite look at him, more accustomed to admiring him from afar. he's like the sun, an overwhelming brilliance that you can't help shying away from, yet a radiance you adore. he's certainly not someone for you to approach, but he's already there — patiently waiting for you to make your next move, expression unreadable.

well. you couldn't read it because you were deliberately avoiding looking at it.

but it's not like you ever had a choice in the matter. it's not that you walked into the kamisato estate by your own whims, either; you've been personally granted an audience, and it would be a grave offense to ignore the yashiro commission.

but you expected him to demand for your attention by calling your name, not by- not by whatever this is-

he lifts the tip of his fan to rest underneath your chin, gently tipping it up to get a better look at your face. you can't stop the embarrassing squeak spilling from your lips, shocked and mortified and flustered all at once.

ayato's face is too close for comfort, forcibly making you meet his eyes. his sharp features are even prettier with a closer look, clear blue eyes staring at you with rapt attention. you feel his hair softly brush against your cheek, and you send a prayer to the archons: please let me leave alive today. this man will be the death of me.

hjbsksks anyways- can i request a childe, diluc and zhongli x a chubby and insecure reader fluff hc? (its my first time requesting and my dumb self is probably requesting on the wrong place but anywaysssss-)

hello nonnie, thank you for the request, no worries you can request anything you want besides nsfw.. ANYWAYS- hope you have a great day and I hope enjoy it^^

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Beauty

Summary: comforting a chubby insecure reader Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Diluc, Childe, and Zhongli

F! reader

Genre: fluff + comforting

Warnings: none ig.. just a little rushed.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Childe:

You're the one who he doesn't wanna let go

No matter how you look, you are still you

Childe would always tries to make you feel confident in any clothes you wear

For instance when summer, he would buy you some clothes that both of you can go to the beach with

This man has taste so any clothes that he buy would look S T U N N I N G

And of course it's on the expensive side, he loves spoiling his pretty girl

It's obvious that summer is gonna be pipping hot especially in Liyue

So it's no surprise that he's gonna buy clothes that is tad bit exposing.. O_O

And you tried it on..

"Ajax.. doesn't this gonna make me look really.. chubby", you ask

"Nope, you look beautiful in almost anything love~", he said

When you try to wear it in front of him.. my my, he's in heaven when he looks at you dressed in those summer clothes

"My my~ you look beautiful m'lady''. he looks at you brightly

"R-really?" you asked, "mhm.. you look beautiful as ever..'' he said, ''thank you.. i needed that..''

You smiled at him, his heart is felt warm now that you feel comfortable

When the both of you head to the beach, he makes sure that you happy and not think about how your body looks like

"Are you sure I look okay in this..?" you asked him one more time

''Of course it does! I hand picked them myself for you, thus.. you look good in almost everything''

You nodded silently and look down, you were just gonna accept it until he suddenly hugs you

"Look, I know it sounds hard to accept yourself as it is.. but I'm here to help you.. I'm here to tell you that you are the prettiest person I've ever met.." he strokes your hair

"If you still feel like that, then I'm here to support you'' he continues, he breaks the hug and stroke your cheek

''Can you smile for me?" he said, you nodded and smiled for him

"ahh.. there it is~" kissing your cheek and you laughed

You don't know what did you do to deserve him

Childe wants you to know that you are gorgeous no matter how you look

Happy you makes him happy too~

"No one can change how I think about you. surely they have standards that high, its their own, not mine.. people have different standards.. and for me, you are the most beautiful person ever''

Diluc:

Insecurities aren't a thing in his dictionary very least

You always felt insecure about your body, but he always tries to reassures you that you look pretty

Like today for example, you were walking around town and people were talking about an event that's going to enroll in a few weeks

They were so excited about it, thinking about the dresses that they could wear to go with their partner and so on

Then one of them throw a question at you, "So, how are you gonna dress up? Surely you're Master Diluc's partner, I've guessed that you would wear something fancy." She said

"hmm.. I guess so, I usually go with the flow when it comes to dressing up."

But the other girl said, "Is it because of your weight..? Sorry for bringing that up, but I'm thinking that it must be hard for you and him to find the perfect dress for you.''

There, you started overthink about your body 'Am I that chubby?'

You excuse yourself from the crowd and leave to return to the winery

When you got back to your bedroom, you stand in front of the mirror, scanning your body from head to toe

'guess I am too chubby' you said to yourself, so you thought about eating a bit more less than you should be

''hmm.. it's gone down a bit..'' you mumbled after 3 days passed

You didn't really say anything to Diluc about this

He's always left confused on why you were eating much less

You were too focus looking at the mirror to realize that Diluc was behind you

"Ahh.. so this was it all about" he spoke, you jumped and turned around, "O-oh Diluc.." you said, you don't want to look him in the eyes

He holds your shoulder gently, "Hah.. you know you can tell me about everything including this.." he gently spoke

You can only nod and hold back your tears, "Look.. everyone is talking about that festival that is going to be held in a few weeks.. everyone already chose their clothing.. and one of them commented that I'm a bit too chubby to find a perfect dress.. I guess they're right..''

You look down and bite your inner cheek, then he pulls you into his chest, ''You don't have to hear something like that..''

Patting your head, he whispered, ''You're beautiful the way you are, trust me on that''

You nodded and smiled, ''thank you Diluc..'' he smiled back

When the festival arrived, he make sure that you are dressed beautifully and more importantly, to your liking

Both of you have a great time at the festival, he's really happy seeing you comfortable in anything you're wearing

''You look beautiful no matter what you wear as long as you're happy and comfortable. People are born with different genetics.. and differences is always a beautiful thing..''

Zhongli:

If you're asking about his perspective, he'll say that no mortals or any living being is perfect

Zhongli is an archon, surely creating anything perfect will not end up being perfect, they'll also have some flaws

And when you're talking about height and especially weight, he has no problem with it

Surely you're insecure but he always reassured you that you look pretty

Like today for example, you're gonna have a meeting with your old friends

You were so nervous to meet them cause you've seen they're pictures and they look beautiful

Talk about glow up, some of them even has an ideal body and height

..now you're insecure, you look just the same and chubby..

*sigh*... how can this gonna be a great meeting if they're just gonna laugh..

Sitting down on the frustrated, you sank in your mind..

Then you heard the door creak open, it's Zhongli

He was looking for you to tell that dinner is ready, but when he sees your expression.. he's worried..

"Is there something the matter, love?" he gently sat down beside you, "Oh.. it's nothing, it's just that.. I have a meeting soon with my old friends..'' you said

He nodded, "and what's with that expression if I may ask?" Zhongli speak, "uhm... it's just another... insecurity of mine.. my friends are having a major glow up and I... I'm just the same.." you confessed, holding your tears

Zhongli puts your head on his chest, gently pats your head as he soothes you, ''there there... i'm here..'' you kept silent while he speaks

''You do know that people have different perspectives right?" he asks and you nodded slowly

"So they do about appearances, you may look at yourself imperfect, but for some people including me, you look especially beautiful.'' he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear

''Will you trust me on this one?'' he asks you softly, you look at him, ''..I will.. I trusted you more than anything..'' you gently spoke

Zhongli smiles at you and gently stroke your cheek, he then help you find the perfect clothes for you

The day then finally arrived, you still feel nervous, but not so much since Zhongli already reassures you that you look beautiful as ever before you left

You're now leaving, feeling confident and happy

"Take a look at the flower on the garden, they may look the same.. but one of them looks beautiful in anyone's perspective, maybe the flower is feeling down thinking that they wouldn't got chosen.. but when it does, the owner will take care of it and make it look beautiful.. same like humans.. there'll be someone who will reminded us that we look beautiful no matter what..''

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Childe: Do you cook?

Y/N: I made a cake once.

Lumine: Yeah, it was good.

Y/N: Really?

Lumine: Don’t make me lie twice, Y/N.

A Date With Her? Pt 2

Smau: in which they start to regret being a homie hopper Warnings: cursing, poor quality of work (made in a rush), just don't hold it against me pls I'm ashamed Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki Pt 1

since y’all didn’t respond to my well thought out post. have some memes calling y’all out, as well as a link to my other well thought out and written post. i’m tired of seeing people complain about their dash being dead, when they only like shit. reblog or shut up - LINK

for reference -

i wonder what it is

i literally cant stop thinkin’ about highschoolbully!gojo who used to be your ride or die ‘til he started getting attention from those popular jock type guys who are always assholes to everyone. and him being.. well, him means he preens under attention no matter who it’s from, so naturally he started to gravitate towards that group and their little troop of cheerleading fangirls. and then he started distancing from you and without either of you really realizing it, you’ve slipped between the other’s fingers. but the way he acts towards you makes you think he let you fall without moving a muscle to slow you down.

soon enough, a year swings by and by the end of it he’s gone from your life, save as just another face in the gaggle of boys who make crude jokes and laugh at smart kids and pop milk cartoons during lunch just for the hell of it. but you’re minding your own business, ‘cause you’re mature enough to realize that people come and go, no matter how close you might’ve been and you think it’s unfortunate that so many memories could be thrown aside in a blink of an eye, but it makes a lot of sense when you walk past satoru and his friends bullying some random kid. you don’t know him, but you’ve heard enough to realize it’s his girlfriend satoru’s flirting with while his ‘gang’ kick at the kid. and it’s sickening, but you don’t say anything when you walk by.

and when you don’t ever see the kid afterward and catch the dark eyebags under his girlfriend’s eyes, you come to the cruel realization that satoru isn’t the boy who’d bandage the scrape on your knee you got from tripping in the playground or buy you a soda because he’s noticed your sweat when you were walking home and you don’t have any money left on you.

it’s a glass half empty, half full type of situation. on the one hand, you don’t have him anymore. on the other hand, you don’t have him anymore. that is, you lost your best friend, but you’ve also lost someone who has the potential to absolutely ruin your life. and you don’t know whether to be glad or not, so you just mind your own business even if it hurts a little when he ignores you, stops tossing paper at your head in class (unless it’s to embarrass you) and stops walking you to and from school.

but the cherry on top of the shit cake is that he doesn't get it. so when he approaches you in the library one day after satiating the need to tear pages from books and make them into paper airplanes to throw at people, he doesn't seem to understand why you try to ignore him, or put off his attempts to hold a convo. but the worst part is that he's just sleazy and clueless about it. it's like he took an eraser and wiped every single year of your friendship off the chalkboard with one fell swipe, and you wish he'd done that too to the less-than-appropriate messages he and his friends had written towards one of your classmates.

he doesn't understand why you're hesitant to talk, and that's what makes it the worst. he always thinks he's in the right, and he keeps setting you off and it sucks that he knows exactly what sets you off. "i'm an asshole? what're you talking about? really, you're in over your head. you never change." he laughs, and you ignore him, and he gets bored, and he's about to leave when he spots your wallet open next to your book, on the table. there's a polaroid peeking out, and he recognizes the tufts of white hair to be him. but there's a weird feeling in his chest, and he thinks he gets it from you, so he leaves because he thinks you're weird.

and it goes on; you practically become a nobody in satoru's eyes, because of that weird, weird feeling you give him. it's unfamiliar and he's never gotten it before and he doesn't like it. but it's unavoidable when your professor pairs you two for the end-of-term project. and of course, you're ready to do all the work, because that's how it always was between you when you were kids. but sometimes he'd surprise you by helping, and he'd show you that he was actually intelligent just to earn your praise because he liked it. but he ignored you, and you did everything, and it would've been okay if not for his friends egging him on to present your entire project when the day came and leave you with no content for a grade.

that's the first time it hits him: does he really want to do that? but it's not like it'll be the first time; you've always taken the hits for him, because you're naturally smart and you'll pick yourself back up in no time, and you get why he does it, so it'll be okay. so he agrees, and he enjoys the time he gets to spend with you through it, but the nagging weird feeling that blooms in his chest like a pesky weed only grows stronger. that's all his feelings ever seem to do around you.

but before you know it, presentation day swings around. you had coffee this morning (on his card), and you're ready enough to shoot him a small smile that sends his heart a-flutter. so you go up, feeling up to the task and ready until— he starts talking, and talking, and talking, and people don't think that he's taking your words out of your mouth because he's intelligent when he wants to make you praise him and you don't get the chance to get a word in and you notice the guys are laughing and hitting each other's shoulders to themselves in the upper rows and before you know it it's over. people are clapping but moreso they're looking at you and they're whispering— but it's terribly loud and they don't bother to hide it. they call you things that shouldn't bother you but they do anyway, because it's satoru's fault, and you're such a fool for thinking you could have it your way again.

so you leave class early, excusing yourself and ignoring the way your professor gives you a distasteful look and scribbles something next to your name. you're out the door in a second, neglecting your bags and satoru's a little lost because— didn't he just do good? people were clapping, and laughing with him and not at him, but it's attention either way so he doesn't mind. so why do you? why did you look at him like he stabbed you in the back? and his friends are calling his name, and he wishes he could chase after you and do something but he doesn't.

and it's a little sickening what they do next; one of their girls grabbed your bags and tossed it to them, and they've started rifling through it as if they own it, tearing up your shit and dumping everything onto the ground and he's kind of just... glued to the chair by his feelings. his heart feels like it's been patched together and the weird fuzzy feeling he had in his chest that's been cultivating has extinguished to be replaced with something he realizes he's only ever felt when it comes to you— guilt.

he's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realize his friend is silently offering him something— nudging his side to get his attention. he takes it without really realizing he moved his hand, and his silent friend with the gauges in his ears and the dark hair gets up and leaves without another word. when satoru looks down, he realizes he's been given your wallet. "the reward for betraying your baby," they call it. like all you're worth is the money in your account.

he's a little curious. that's how he's always been; asking you questions, rummaging through your stuff, laughing sheepishly and shaking it off when you caught him red-handed. so he opens it up, ignoring your sad little cards and the funny look on your license. he's looking for something, subconsciously; but he doesn't find it. there's no white tuft of hair to suggest his presence in your life; just empty black leather. nothing else.

and he doesn't see you after. or the following day. or the following weeks; weeks that turn into months that turn into the end of school and he's graduating but you're not by his side. and neither are his so called 'friends'; the only thing he has to their name is your own ruined friendship. it's a shame; he feels alone. very alone. no fuzzy weird feeling, not even that thing people call guilt. no attention to chase, and connections are ever harder to make. it shouldn'tve mattered that much, right? it was just a presentation. why wouldn't you just come back to him like you always did? were you not still friends...?

but the blood is still on his hands, and he doesn't manage to ever wash it off. guilt has a way of festering; of weighing on the heart 'till there's nothing left to feel or think but unfortunate circumstance and what could've been done differently. it just sucks that he never tried hard enough to keep you from slipping between his grasp. and now, he doesn't even have a polaroid to your friendship's name.

pt.2

Worshipper reader confessing their devotion and love to the Geo Archon statue in silent prayer all the while Zhongli, your friend who you invited to visit the temple with you, stands next to you with a flustered face.

He turns even more red when you start to trail away from your prayer simply to admire the nice abdomen features of the statue.

// HC that archons are connected to their statues and can hear every prayer