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imagine how over it would be if i started writing for jjk 😗😗

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in my one piece rewatch era fourth time do we start writing again soon?

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Yamato’s their goverment assigned himbo

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roppongi taiyaki

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If you want to know how to tag your work/fanfics correctly, I advise you take the time to look up how. :)

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the perfect pair

GENSHIN CHARACTERS AND HOW YOU MET THEM!

[🐰] fluff. gender neutral reader. bulleted form headcanons. wanderer is kind of annoying here. (smh). includes swearing and not proofread. likes and reblogs are very much appreciated!

Al Haitham

You met Al Haitham, an Akademiya scholar at the Grand Bazaar while assisting Nilou through her performance. While you are not a dancer, you enjoy helping people in the Zubayr Theater as you grew up in a family that’s into art and performing.

Scholars from the Akademiya gave you the stereotype that all of them hated seeing individuals who pursued art rather than knowledge. Al Haitham was not free from this. he’s the one whom you are wary of. You often see him holding a book, scolding poor scholars on the verge of crying, and alone. Plus, he’s been visiting the bazaar ever since the higher-ups warned Nilou about closing the theater. The problem was resolved, of course, with the help of Nilou’s and traveler’s doing.  

You glared at Al Haitham. Worried that he’ll approach you and say that what you’re doing is not worth it or you’re just wasting your time. Surprisingly, he just walked outside the bazaar.

Little did you know, he always walks around the bazaar as he’s interested in you. He always sees you accompanying Nilou and helping around the theater he can’t help but observe you. He knew your family but he’s not well acquainted with them, hence, why he wants to get to know you.

Of course, he does not want to admit that he’s also enamored by your smile that’s always plastered on your face every time he sees you at the bazaar. Perhaps he’ll approach you tomorrow.

Xiao

He saw you on the way back to the Wangshu Inn crying. He was confused and troubled as he didn’t know what to do. He only knows how to kill and protect, not to comfort. So he decided to approach you and ask what was wrong gently.

You lifted your head and quickly wiped your tears. You gently backed away as there was a stranger in front of you. Your first thought was “Stranger danger” and Xiao was shocked by your actions. He backed away and gave you some space.

Great. Now this person thinks I’m an enemy. Xiao thought. Hopefully, you can at least recognize him as an adepti so he can escape the embarrassment he feels right now. He figured that you had gained your senses as you quickly stood up and apologized for mistaking him for a weirdo. Xiao accepted it and was about to walk away but you stopped him.

“Can you forget what you saw earlier? I’m sorry you had to see that and I promise not to be dramatic in public again. I’ll even treat you for a week! So please, just forget it.” Now, to say that Xiao was shocked was an understatement. A mortal treating him… for a week even is a brave move. He has karmic debt that can affect people and you’re not even bothered by it. He turned down the favor yet you’re still persistent and in the end…. You got what you want. You managed to invite an adepti to dinner for a week.

And on the last day, he found out that you don’t even know that he’s an adepti. You only thought that he was a vision bearer, which explains his odd look. Now, he has to deal with you who’s bowing on the floor and apologizing profusely for not recognizing and paying respect to an adepti.

Scaramouche/Wanderer

You bumped into him in the woods in Sumeru. He was running away from Nahida who was nagging him to celebrate his birthday and visit the traveler at least. You bumped into him and landed on your butt, looked up, and a strange man was in front of you.

You immediately apologized and he just shrugged it off. Thinking you’re already forgiven, you walked away but he stopped you with a hand on your wrist. You’re confused and he answered you with a cold “Make it up to me” statement. “Huh?” “Don’t huh me, mortal.”

Oh god. You already hate his guts. “Listen, I don’t have time for that. I still have to go home and celebrate my birthday with my cat who’s alone right now.” Hah. You idiots have the same birthday. “Then I’ll go with you.” You looked at him like he had just said something crazy. I mean yes, he did but why? “I’m not joking. I’ll go with you and celebrate our birthday together with your cat.”

If you’re confused before this take the cake. “Well, mister, Happy birthday. But I don’t want a stranger to be invited into my home and spend time with me and my cat. I gotta go.” you pleaded, putting your best puppy eyes so he’ll let you go. He cringed at your actions and smirked “If you don’t let me then I’ll burn the documents in your hands right now.”  What the fuck? This guy’s insane!

Panicking, you finally invited him to your house. To your surprise, he was obedient and quiet the whole time you walked to your house. He was also gentle to your cat, he’s practically babying it. You also gave him a separate cake that he could blow the candle for his wishes. For the rest of the night, the three of you spent the day filled with snarky comments, meows from your cat, and snores.

Your cat slept on his lap while he was sitting and his head was thrown back at your couch, and you were on the other side of the couch lying down.

Zhongli

Your trip to Liyue has been great so far. The people are welcoming and accommodating to tourists like you. However, you still feel like you are missing something to check while you're in the nation.

You've already tried Chef Xiangling's dishes, take pictures of the vast mountains of Liyue, and visited the adept's temples. Yet, it's still incomplete…. What is it?

It's the last day of your trip in Liyue so you wanted to make the most out of it yet you've already hit rock bottom on what else to do. You decided to pray to the Lord of Geo to guide you and as if He heard your prayer, a gentleman gently approached you and you were starstruck.

"I suppose you're a tourist?" the gentleman asked. You gulped, wide-eyed, still frozen as someone handsome like him approached you. "Uhm… Yeah! Yeah, I am…. It's my last day but I don't know what else to do. I get it that you're a local?" you blabbered, blushing at your sudden rise of voice.

He smiled, "Yeah, I am. If you do not mind, would you be willing to try out Liyue’s cuisine and tea with me?”

Wow… what an offer! But why? Isn’t he a local? Why is he still inviting me? “Well, sure. If it’s not too much of a bother then why not? Lead the way, mister?” “Zhongli, please don’t call me mister, just Zhongli is fine,” he replied.

You spent your day with Zhongli visiting various restaurants and trying on different foods on the menu. You realize that he’s not fond of seafood and has a lot of knowledge regarding Liyue’s history and art. Zhongli has a sophisticated taste when it comes to Liyue’s dishes and art.

The night is coming to an end and the ship you will be boarding will arrive soon. Your last day has been fun yet there’s a twinge of sadness and disappointment in your chest that you cannot describe. Maybe because you managed to enjoy this day with Zhongli but also this is the last day of spending time with him. You wonder if you’ll ever go back to Liyue and meet Zhongli again.

“I appreciate your company, Zhongli.” He looked at you and smiled, “I enjoyed this trip with you too. I hope that you will come back to Liyue again.” You can’t help but look at him, mesmerized by his golden eyes that resemble the shiny Cor Lapis Zhongli showed you earlier. You feel your face warming up and can’t help to awkwardly cough to mask your face. “Well, I will be coming back… Although, I don’t know when since I will be busy with my job after this trip. But I promise I’ll be back!” you beamed. “That’s a relief.” “Oh? Why is that? Is Mr. Zhongli a clingy person perhaps? Will you miss me?” you teased him hoping that he'd give you a reaction other than a gentle smile and it worked. Zhongli’s face was so flushed that he covered it with his gloved hand while looking away from you. “I suppose you are right. I will miss you.”

Oh. Oh. Fuck. You didn’t expect that. “Well... Uhm… Ah… I should be going now! My ship could be here anytime! I’ll go now, Mr. Zhong—I mean Zhongli!” you panicked, not knowing where to look and what to say. I mean how can you not? A handsome gentleman admitting that he’ll miss you? Not to mention, you have only met today! On your last day! “Alright, have a safe trip. I wish you well and good luck with your work. I will miss you.” Fuck. Once again, Zhongli knows what words to say to fluster you further. I suppose it’s safe to say that you’ll come back to Liyue much earlier than you anticipated.

I got carried with Zhongli tbh.... Can you believe that I started writing this back in January and only managed to finish it this November. Almost a year haha.... reblogs are really appreciated as the tumblr system revolves around it!

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been thinking bout lupin recently (*^^*)

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“Hey! Do ya mind!?”

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mmmm dial drunk by noah kahan but w baji or kazutora hell even mitsuya or chifuyu

I gave your name as my emergency phone call // Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up // I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you

just thinking about him drunk out of his wits getting into some petty fight with some other punk & when the cops pick him up his first instinct is to call you. but after a pretty messy break up you have no interest in picking up the phone. figuring he got himself into the mess he can get himself out.

I beg you, sir, just let me call // I'll give you my blood alcohol // I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell // I'll change my faith, I'll praise the flag // Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back // "Son, are you a danger to yourself?" // Fuck that, sir, just let me call // I'll give you my blood alcohol // I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell // I'll change my faith, I'll kiss the badge // Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back // "Son, why do you do this to yourself?"

him trying so desperately pleading that you will call back you will listen you will be there for him. but it doesn’t happen. it won’t happen.

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TOKYO REVENGERS - UH, HE’S TAKEN?

includes: manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, chifuyu matsuno and mitsuya takashi all x fem!reader!

a/n: this is not proofread. we die like men.  maybe i’ll proofread it tomorrow…

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pairing: meian x f!reader, msby & f!reader (platonic)

contains: protective!meian, msby boys (especially meian) in absolute adoration of you, post-timeskip spoilers, msby antics, meian being an absolute glutton for you, fluff and more fluff, suggestive at one part, meian knows how to fluster a girl, size difference references, implied minor age gap

a/n: @waka-chan-out i saw ur reblog and it made my day so i raise you: ✨part 2✨ bc i too cannot stop thinking about this man and wish there was more content for him :,)

part 1 <<

he's terrifying, you had thought the first time you'd seen meian at that msby practice so long ago. he was a big man, though polite, but his size hadn't been lost on you. the team captain was large and authoritative and—sweet.

you remember watching him on the court. he didn't demand respect, nor did he expect it; he treated his boys in kind and only wanted the same in turn. but they admired him, looked to him when an error was made and asked, 'how do you want us to fix this?'

and you remember speaking to him for the first time too, sitting in the stands when you saw him walking out from the locker rooms, typing on his phone.

with every practice you continued to attend, you would find—with little surprise—meian had always situated himself at your side. he was the big, bad, mean shadow at your shoulder, keeping his boys in check around you; though, you weren't quite aware of this.

meian also remembered a certain time when atsumu had toed the line a bit too closely. the setter had been talking about you to bokuto in the locker rooms.

"she's real pretty," atsumu had said, whistling. "wonder if she's got a boyfriend." he smiled then, a cleaving grin, "wonder if she'd let me be her boyfriend."

meian had risen from the bench in the corner, crossing to atsumu before patting the setter's shoulder in passing as he said, "keep it in your pants or you'll have worse to worry about."

and meian was such a hypocrite when it came to you. he kept his boys from pulling you into conversation when they were supposed to be doing drills; but meian would speak to you, ask about your day, as the rest of his team endured conditioning. he didn't like when they crowded your space; but he was leaning down by your mouth to better hear you over the raucous of the team's mock match.

meian was a hypocrite, and he was also a liar when tomas asked him if he was so protective over you because he might've been infatuated with you. and meian had said, "no."

but meian was wonderful at pretending. meian was terribly good at ignoring how much you had to tilt your pretty head back to look at him, how much smaller you were than him. it was so easy to feign indifference as if he hadn't thought what your hand might look like in his. as if he didn't near torture himself when he would comment on that beautiful ring you wore and you would lift your hand and let him gently take it in his own.

torturous ever more when he complimented your necklace and you peered down at your chest with a pleased smile, taking the small pendant in your fingers and holding it up for him to better see. and maybe he was mean for the way he bent down to be eye-level with your throat and took the pendant from your palm to place it in his. he didn't miss how your breathing stuttered, how your throat moved when you swallowed thickly, how your eyes widened slightly. and you were blushing now because you could near feel his breath on your exposed cleavage as he remarked, "that is very pretty, isn't it?"

and it all came to a head after a particularly tiring practice for the team and meian ambled over to where you always sat in the stands and waited for hinata. but the rambunctious boy wasn't here today—he was out on sick leave. you were gathering your belongings when meian approached you.

"can i take you home?" he asked politely.

you turned, shouldering your bag as you lifted your hand in supplication, your slight smile bittersweet, "you don't have to do that, meian. you should get home and rest."

he looked around at the empty gym. he was the first from the locker rooms again. "where do you live?" and he spoke so gently.

"north of here," you said, "but—"

"so do i," he returned your smile and your resolve withered entirely.

you hadn't declined his offer in hesitation of being alone with meian, you truly hadn't wanted to be a burden to him. but now he was holding out the bend of his arm to you, a gentleman through and through. and when you took it, wrapping your hand loosely around his bicep, you had two thoughts: he was very warm, and his arm was very big.

you didn't see the pleasant curve of his mouth when he glanced briefly to you.

conversation with him was so easy, so natural, it didn't take long until you reached the train station and he made sure you got on first. and despite the late hour, the train was fairly full; meian held onto a handle above his head, while you held onto the closest pole as the both of you stood.

at one point, the train gave a sharp lurch and you stumbled just slightly. but meian had already reached for you, responsive reflexes leading his hand to curl around you to support your back. you had mumbled a quick 'thank you,' too flustered to look up at him and meet his dark eyes when you said so.

the second of your undoings came when you noticed meian suddenly stiffen.

"something wrong?" you asked, tilting your head curiously at him. his mouth had set into a displeased line, his brows furrowing.

"come here," he murmured, keeping his focus on something behind you as his hand again returned to nudge at your back. he guided you to switch places with him and let you hold onto him for balance since you no longer had access to the pole.

when he tucked you in a bit closer to him, you hoped he didn't see the warmth that burned at your cheeks and ears. after some time, he leaned down a bit to ask, "are you alright?"

the question caught you off-guard, but you nodded, nonetheless.

and then you reached your stop, and meian departed the train with you, tailing at your heels. he walked you to your apartment building, idly exchanging conversation. did you know you smiled when you said his name? god, he loved it.

"well, thank you for walking me here, meian." and there you were, smiling again from the stairs of your building.

"shūgo," he amended with a surprisingly bashful grin of his own. "you can just call me shūgo. and, of course—i'm always more than happy to offer a hand whenever you need."

you sniffled at the cold. "thank you, shūgo. have a good night."

meian watched you turn and disappear within the building as he tucked his hands into his pockets.

he sighed. "fuck me."

he lived in the south district.

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do yall wanna know who i cant stop thinking about? meian. captain fucking meian.

pairing: meian x f!reader, msby & f!reader (platonic)

contains: protective!meian, msby boys (especially meian) in absolute adoration of you, post-timeskip spoilers, msby antics, meian slowly falling head over heels for you, implied minor age gap

>> part 2

meian who has to remind his boys to behave when you, the pretty little friend of hinata's, sits in on their practices.

meian who has always preferred closed trainings to limit distractions until hinata was near pleading with him one day to let you visit.

"just once—" hinata had reasoned "—please. she won't be a disruption." and hinata had been right: you weren't the disruption. everyone else was.

bokuto was the first to approach you, eager to find a new face in the gym. atsumu was next, inclining his head and offering a warm greeting. meian thought this a mistake; he shouldn't have let hinata bring you, but he wasn't keen on the idea of rudely asking you to leave either.

so, he let you stay.

Oddly, though not surprisingly, your presence had the adverse effect of a distraction. you were a palpable encouragement to the team. they all performed their tricks like leashed dogs sitting nice for a treat, meian thought. even sakusa's spikes began to sting more so.

after the first practice had concluded, hinata was returning to you, a grin cleaving his face. "—what'd you think?" meian heard him ask you. he realized then that hinata had likely wanted to bring you with intentions to impress you.

he didn't catch your response, but you appeared pleased, happy. he wondered, briefly, who you had watched the most during that session. had you kept glancing to bokuto when he relished in a point? to tomas with how he moved with such ease? to atsumu who basked in the competition?

meian was the first to return from the back locker rooms.

"do you usually have to tell your team to behave when someone visits?"

he looked up from his phone, finding you waiting in the stands for hinata with your chin propped in a hand. meian laughed breathily. "you heard that?" he asked.

and you nodded, holding back a mirthful smile.

he hummed. "we don't often get visitors; i hope you'll excuse their lack of decorum." or how they're nearly panting over you.

"it's fine, don't worry. they've been nothing but welcoming to me."

i know, meian thought, i've been having to keep an eye on them. he said to you instead, "i'm glad to hear it."

and then you were telling him this was the first you'd watched of volleyball, how you didn't realize it could be so damn intense; that you were in awe throughout the entire practice.

meian doesn't know why, but he was speaking again. "come to another practice—" he said "—if you're interested, of course."

you agreed to it, and maybe you shouldn't have because with every training meian found himself looking to you more and more. he wasn't outwardly vying for your attention like a handful of his teammates, he was simply better at hiding it.

he found atsumu one day standing in front of you, talking idly when he should have been stretching.

"leave her alone, atsumu," said meian, pulling his setter along by the shoulder and away from you. he gave you an apologetic smile, but you only huffed a laugh.

you soon became—for lack of more fitting words—the team's favorite person. inunaki enjoyed speaking to you; barnes always asked of your classes; sakusa tended to prefer your company over that of his teammates.

and meian was near on his knees for you. how you smiled and laughed and held yourself, how you spoke to his team like that of old friends. he was inclined to simply hand you the position of manager.

meian had also become your safeguard of sorts. sometimes bokuto forgot how easily his encompassing hugs could become crushing when he embraced you tightly, leading meian to voice a gentle warning of 'be careful, bokuto'. sometimes they crowded you without realizing it, and meian would tug you along with a 'give her some space."

and you would always give him an expression that said, "it's fine, i promise." but he would take care of it, nonetheless.

sometimes, he simply wanted to—like some ridiculous excuse to guide you with a callused hand to the small of your back, to near grin inwardly with the way you let him.

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“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

You don't look up at first, too engrossed in your work to think the question's directed at you, but the deep voice clears his throat and asks again. You look up in surprise to see your classmate waiting near the empty chair across from you.

Matuskawa.

Any other time you wouldn't mind sitting with him, all tall and muscular with dark curls and cool eyes...but he's one of the volleyball team’s four golden third years. If any of the other three come looking for him they'll be flocked with fangirls.

You need to get this work done.

“I won’t bother you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he offers trying to guess your train of thought.

“I’m more worried about your teammates, to be honest.”

Matsukawa smirks like he understands. “They don’t need me for anything today.”

You sigh, not exactly believing him, but the library's packed; so you clear a space for him and sink back into your work. Matsukawa makes good on his promise, settling into his own work without bothering you.

“There you are dude—”

Until his best friend shows up.

Matsukawa looks up with a slight frown at his own work being interrupted.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you were studying with someone,” Hanamaki says with a sly grin.

“I’m not.” Matsukawa’s voice is low. You appreciate him trying to be quiet but you're still annoyed and grip your pen tightly.

“Eh? Then why are you guys doing the same work?” Hanamaki asks.

Matsukawa’s eyes fall to the textbook open to the same page as his. He frowns. “Why are you doing the same work as me?”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. “…Because I’m in your class.”

Matsukawa’s brow lifts: he really doesn’t recognize you.

Hanamaki starts to chuckle and you glare at him. Feeling awkward in more than one way Matsukawa quickly packs up his things and pushes Hanamaki away from the table before the red-head can embarrass him any further.

The next morning a shadow falls over your desk. You look up to see Matsukawa staring down at you in surprise.

Aside from the insult of him not knowing you were in his class you're irritated at being interrupted again.

"Do you need something..." you ask flatly.

Matsukawa awkwardly clears his throat and looks away. "The uh...work you were doing yesterday...did you understand it?"

"The history homework?" You see him nod and add "...yeah. Why?"

Matsukawa presses his lips into a thin line, shoving his hands in his pockets and asks "do you uh...think you could help me with it?"

Your brow lifts. You did not expect that. "Um...yeah I guess." You notice his cheeks are tinted pink when he looks back at you. "We can go over it at lunch?"

"Y-yeah. Thanks."

When lunchtime rolls around Matsukawa takes the seat in front of you, your classmate going to eat elsewhere.

He's surprisingly attentive.

He listens as you explain the questions and your answers with determination that challenges the causal air he usually exudes.

He's tuned in and it's...intense.

"Honestly, I think you've got it down," you admit as you get to the end of the work. Lunch isn't quite over yet but Matsukawa makes no motion to move.

"You think so?" He's watching you closely.

You nod. "Yeah, you're a much faster learner than I thought you'd be so you picked it up quick. Good job." You notice he suddenly has trouble meeting your eye. And is he

Blushing?

From the doorway you hear strange sounds. You and several classmates, including Matsukawa, turn to see the other three Seijoh golden boys in the hall making kissy faces and noises at their friend.

Matsukawa's face flushes red.

He's out of his seat the next second, charging out and chasing after the others sprinting away.

"Hey there."

You're about to put your shoes on to leave school when Hanamaki calls your name; he's walking up with Iwaizumi.

"Hi..." You awkwardly look around, confused why they're talking to you.

"So. Heard you don't like us," says Makki.

You frown. "What?" After Makki repeats what Mattsun told him, an interpretation of your 'more worried about your teammates' comment from the library, you roll your eyes. "That's not what I meant. I just didn't want to be interrupted by the mass of fans that follow you all everywhere you go."

They exchange a look.

"You're not a fan, then? Of us?" Iwaizumi asks.

Your features crease more deeply. "What the fuck? No offense but are you guys stupid? Because that's not what I said at all."

Iwaizumi chuckles. "No, just trying to do due diligence."

"Why, what are you, a cop?" You sit to put your shoes on and notice them exchanging another weird look.

Iwaizumi clears his throat. "Actually, I'm vice captain of the volleyball team. And I'm trying to be sure before I ask: will you be our manager?"

Okay, that was unexpected.

"Me? What? Why?"

Iwaizumi puts his hands in his pockets. "Because the fans annoy you, too."

"They drive us nuts," Makki adds.

"And make life difficult."

"Constantly interrupting practice."

Iwaizumi grumbles "not to mention how they distract Oikawa."

You give them an incredulous look. "Yeah, you're not really selling the position." You see them exchange another look. "Okay, what's going? Why are you really asking me this?" You narrow your eyes and cross your arms as Iwaizumi gives Makki a prompting look.

Hanamaki sighs. "Because Matsukawa has a crush on you."

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telling them that they're pretty.

characters: xiao, zhongli, thoma, alhaitham, itto.

tags: fluff. and very very self-indulgent.

Xiao

He was just standing there, looking over the scattered fields below from the balcony of Wangshu Inn, the breeze swayed his hair gently. With the pouring leaves around him, he looked like a still picture. A beautiful piece of picture.

“Xiao, you are so pretty.” You blurted out, his splendor just somehow overwhelmed you that you could not help but to say. A soft color of pink descended on his cheeks, making what was already an amazing view somehow breath-taking.

“What a ridiculous thing to say to someone such as myself.” He coughed a little to his fist, an attempt to calm his flustered-self. “It’s not, I’m just speaking the truth!” You fumed, crossing your arms, turning  your gaze elsewhere. It eventually reaches the seemingly infinity falling leaves, you could not help but stare in wonderment, the banter long forgotten. At this sight Xiao only shook his head, a burst of fondness tickled his chest.

Is it not you, who’s so incredibly stunning? He thought in silence, a soft smile displayed across his feature.

Zhongli

It was without question that Zhongli is an attractive man. You honestly could not think even for a time where he does not look presentable. But right now, seeing him sipping on a cup of tea so elegantly and gracefully, it was a quite dazzling picture. The loud evening atmosphere of the restaurant and the storytelling was a buzzing noise on the back of your head, his gesture had captured you completely. The almost to no sound clink of his cup snapped you out of the trance. To be this smitten over someone who’s just drinking tea.. you could not help but laugh to yourself softly. “Would you mind sharing what is so amusing to you, dear?” He asked, feeling pleased to see that you’re enjoying yourself.

“Ah, it’s nothing. I just thought you were especially pretty just now.” You brought your own tea to your lips, perhaps the cup would at least hide a part of your embarrassed expression. He just chuckled, “How amusing indeed, I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

Thoma

Thoma is always smiling. Whenever you looked at him doing something, he was smiling as if thoroughly enjoying every single thing he intend to do that day. However, there seemed to be something different about that expression of his when he’s around you. It’s softer and so so warm you could not help but turn into a mush when you’re starting to be more and more aware of it. 

“Good work today, Thoma.” You said as you enjoyed a leisure walk with him at the garden of Kamisato Estate. He smiled brightly, the evening sunset would be envious in gazing that shine of his.

“Thoma, how does it feel to be the prettiest man to exist across Teyvat?” You feigned a serious tone at the innocent and light-hearted question. At this, the golden-haired man blushed. “That is.. too much of an exaggeration love, don’t you think?” He put a hand on his side neck, embarassed. The orange hue complimented his face nicely. You leaned closer, resting your head on his shoulder.

Exaggeration? Not at all.

Alhaitham

Alhaitham is certainly not a man with many words. Most of the time he's quiet, his mind would be the one working all day. So when you asked him to stroll around the market to buy something with you he just tagged along, sometimes picking up an object that interest him, didn't really offer any reason as to why that piqued his curiousity.

Although when he does this, you couldn't help but stare. His eyes narrowed slightly, punctuating that lush lashes of his, the corner his lips twitched slightly as if amused. "How pretty," you sighed out, as if running out of contemplation as to how someone so beautiful can exist like this. The compliment broke his focus on an object that looked like an ugly voodoo doll. "This?" He asked, slightly confused. 

"No, you." You stated, like it should've been obvious. Alhaitham put the doll back to its place, the slightest smile emerged from his lips. "Such nonsense." Still with the same soft expression, he brought his hand close to your face, the back of his index finger glided along your cheeks.

Him, pretty? Have you seen yourself? He thought.

Itto

Itto is his best when he's carefree and unrestrained. Not the times where he loses self-control and cause excessive disturbance in public and got himself arrested, mind you. It's more when he's laughing out loud without a care, happiness in its purest form engulfing him. And thank heavens he's not stingy with that since he's always such a ball of joy especially around you. 

"As i thought Itto, you're the prettiest when you're happy." You said at the end of yet another laughter session with him, talking about nothing particularly, just enjoying the other's presence. Itto grinned, "My baby is a smooth talker huh, I can't lose then!" He said energetically then went to kiss your face all over, you laughed at the contacts. Itto stared at you who's still mid-giggle. "And as I thought, I'm the happiest when you’re with me!!!"

[cowboyjigen]

MWUAH! or everyone deserves a kiss

warnings: you already know my soft draken agenda is back bitches, mentions of blood & fights,, it’s tokrev soo, mikey ice cream thief (derogatory), takemichi in desperate need of validation, angst in takemichi’s im sorry, chifuyu in a cat maid outfit (he lost a bet), use of the nickname kitty but reader says it

“you’re hurt.”

“i’m fine.”

“no,” grabbing his face lightly, you pull him to eye level “what happened i thought you and mikey were just going to hang out at his place?”

draken flushed not ready to give up the details of the night. “i’m fine, it was just a little scuffle.”

“you’re covered in blood, ken.” tracing your thumb over the scrape under his eye, he shutters. “let me clean you up.” it takes less force than you thought it would to drag him to the bathroom.

jumping up on the counter, you make quick work of the dried blood and dirt matted onto his face. eventually you hit a spot that hurt a little too much and tears prick his eyes. “oh, i’m sorry kenny. i didn’t mean to hurt you.” your hand falters in its movement.

“it’s okay, i promise.”

“here.” you place a delicate kiss onto the swollen skin and draken finds himself melting under it, “better?”

“much. thank you, love.”

“hey that’s my ice cream!” a semi guilty look crosses mikey’s face as he forces the spoon into his already full mouth, “no fair mikey!”

after swallowing he speaks up, “sorry!” with a giggle he takes another spoonful.

“hmph, that’s not nice manjiro.”

he catches himself stalling for a few seconds, “no! don’t call me that! you’re supposed to call me mikey, you only call me manjiro when you’re angry!” instead of replying you turn your head away and let out a small huff. “you’re mean.”

you look back at mikey, a small pout is on his face. next to his mouth are remains of the stolen ice cream and an idea pops into your head. leaning over the table, you place a kiss to the corner of his lips. he freezes but is quick you recalibrate, “you had ice cream on your face.”

“i’ll just have to steal your ice cream more then.”

he was being beaten to a pulp but still takemichi wouldn’t give up. he just kept getting back up, only to be pushed down again.

“takemichi please stop.” all you could do was watch as he attempted to defend you against the older boys.

“no, i can’t.” he wiped the blood from his nose. his hair was flat against his forehead from the sweat. “need to prove i can protect you.”

the other delinquents laughed at him, kicking him in the chest again. before long they got bored and left. and in the silence of the ally way, sobs filled the air.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry i couldn’t protect you better.” a quivering takamichi looked up at you from the ground. tears and blood ran together downwards, staining his white shirt and the concrete below.

kneeling down you take his face in your hands, “you’ve don’t enough, i’m proud of you.” sealing the words with a kiss to his head, takemichi breaks down once again. eventually he’ll be fine but for now he just wants to keep you close.

he should have won. he’s pretty sure kazutora rigged it. but here chifuyu is, standing outside his pet shop wearing a maid outfit and cat ears.

stifled laughter comes from his left as he attempts to shield is face. “fuyu? what are you wearing that for?”

looking over he’s met with the faces of you, hinata, and emma. a blush covers his cheeks— he doesn’t think this could get more embarrassing. “lost a bet with kazutora.” he sulks, gesturing lightly to the ears on his head.

“well that’s not exactly how i thought this would go but whatever.” he looks down to the package in your hands, “i brought lunch, i was hoping we could eat together but if you’re busy it’s okay.”

he quickly starts to open the door before ushering you inside and towards the back, leaving the other girls to wander around the store. he throws the ears off his head as he delicately takes the neatly wrapped box from your hands. “thank you for bringing lunch.”

“of course.” the two of you start to enjoy the home cooked meal in silence. eventually you finish and chifuyu no longer has an excuse to avoid his punishment. he solemnly puts the ears back on his head before walking you to the door.

“if it makes you feel better, you look pretty cute.”he blushes again when a quick kiss is placed on his lips. “i’ll see you at home, kitty.”

[cowboyjigen]

anyways if any charanons wanna show up that would be amazing <3

i give fuyu as an offer