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[soft-like-yuki]

They say 'i love you' without saying it

Characters: Meguru Bachira, Yoichi Isagi, Hyoma Chigiri, Rensuke Kunigami, Ranze Kurona

Part one here!!!

Bachira Meguru

Draws little doodles of you and slips them in your bag.

Sends you weird memes at 3am that somehow feel affectionate.

“This song reminded me of you” → it’s literally just chaotic jazz.

Hugs you from behind and sways like you’re slow dancing in a grocery line.

“I like your vibe. Like, your soul’s got a good shape.” ← ??? but he means “I love you.”

Will throw hands if someone hurts you, but he’ll do it smiling.

Isagi Yoichi

“Do you wanna come study at my place?” but he’s already cleaned his whole room.

Offers to carry your bag even if it’s light — “I got it, don’t worry.”

Will send you motivational texts like “you got this!!” with the most thoughtful emojis.

“I believe in you.” from him, that’s deeper than “I love you.”

Watches the show you mentioned once just to talk about it with you.

Will drop everything if you say “can we talk?”

Chigiri Hyoma

“You can play with my hair if you want…” ← he wants you to.

Fixes his appearance when he knows you’re gonna be around.

“You remembered that?” ← lowkey emotional because you care back.

Gets quiet when he’s worried about you but won’t leave your side.

Holds pinkies in public — discreet, but intimate.

“If anyone tries you, just let me know.”

Kunigami Rensuke

“Text me when you get home. I mean it.”

Always walks on the outside of the sidewalk.

Doesn’t say much, but he shows up every single time.

Will stand behind you and make you feel safe without saying a word.

“I’m proud of you.” his version of screaming “I love you.”

Brings you a protein bar and says “you’re probably hungry.”

Kurona Ranze

“You can sit here if you want.” scoots over without looking at you.

Keeps your preferences memorized but acts like it’s coincidence.

Casually watches you until you smile, then looks away fast.

If you’re cold: “I’m fine, take my hoodie.”

Texts “wyd” but only when he knows you’re having a rough day.

“I don’t like people in my space… but you’re okay.”

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they say ‘i love you’ without saying it

Characters- Rin Itoshi, Shoei Barou, Sae Itoshi, Kenyu Yukimiya, Shuto Sendou

Part 2 here!!

Rin Itoshi

“Did you get home safe?” — sent with a period but he’s staring at his phone until you reply.

Buys your favorite snack but swears it was “just there so I grabbed it, don’t overthink it.”

Stands behind you in public like a silent bodyguard.

Will not say “I’m proud of you” but you’ll hear him bragging about you under his breath to Sae.

Sits next to you in silence but shifts closer every five minutes.

“You don’t have to do all that alone, you know.” his version of “I got you.”

Shouei Barou

Cooks a full meal and brings it over but acts like you owe him for it.

“Tch. You’re lucky I even care enough to show up.” showed up early with flowers.

Sees you struggling with something? “Move. I’ll do it.”

Keeps your picture as his phone background but turns it away if someone asks.

Will fight someone for looking at you wrong and call it “handling business.”

“Don’t be stupid. You’re not going anywhere without me.” affectionate, actually.

Sae Itoshi

“I thought you might need this.” expensive gift, no occasion.

Subtle touches: hand on the small of your back, pinky brushing yours, gentle forehead taps.

Takes you somewhere lowkey and quiet and just exists with you.

Tells Rin “don’t mess this up” after hearing about your bad day.

“They asked me to stay longer but I said no.” chose you without making it a big deal.

Eye contact that says everything but words that say very little.

Yukimiya Kenyu

“You always look good, but this? Damn.” constant, lowkey hype man.

Fixes your collar, smooths your hair, gently cleans your glasses.

Holds your hand without asking. Lets you squeeze tight when you’re anxious.

“I got you something… it made me think of you.” random thoughtful gifts, all the time.

Remembers your whole schedule and texts “good luck today <3”

“You deserve the world. I’ll prove it.”

Sendou Shuto

“Ayo, I got two tickets — you coming, right?” Already made plans for you.

Will repost your selfies with “😍🔥” and claim he “didn’t even notice” he did it.

Always calls you “bae” when he wants something but gets shy if you say it back.

“Don’t let nobody talk to you crazy, aight?”

Will pull up in your DMs like “you straight?” if you post anything even mildly sad.

Buys you food when he gets some — “I ain’t know what you wanted so I got extra.”

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i would simply pass away if yukimiya brushed my hair and told me it deserved better products

— spiritually bankrupt anon 😞

YOU DO DESERVE GURLL!!! 😭

Like yukimiya would be like "YES BABE YOU DOOO 😭" yukimiya would walk in like ‘not on my watch’ and pull out a whole haircare kit

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Long hair supremacy

Story - their s/o has long, shiny and hair

Characters - Michael Kaiser, Hyoma Chigiri, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Shuto Sendou, Rensuke Kunigami, Kenzu Yukimiya, Seishiro Nagi

Michael Kaiser

constantly twirls your hair around his fingers like it’s his emotional support toy.

openly calls it "his favorite thing about you" even though it’s not (he just loves how flustered you get).

buys you designer hair care products and acts like it’s part of your birthday gift

pretends to hate it when your hair sheds everywhere, but he secretly picks up strands and wraps them around his fingers like a weirdo

dramatically says "I’m dating a shampoo commercial" every time you walk into the room

full-on pouts if you ever consider cutting it shorter — “you’d cut off my happiness too???”

Chigiri Hyoma

LOVES your hair — like, deeply, spiritually, respectfully

teaches you how to braid it his way, then lets you braid his in return

buys you silk scrunchies, brushes, and tells you when your ends need trimming

runs his fingers through it during quiet moments like it’s grounding for him

if someone else says it’s prettier than his, he goes “true” but cries inside

lowkey blushes when you wear it down in public with his jersey — will not speak, just stares

Sae Itoshi

never says anything out loud, but notices everything

always tucks a piece behind your ear like it’s muscle memory

likes when you wear it loose — thinks it suits your face better than any style

his biggest weakness is when you wear his hoodie and your hair peeks out from the collar

lowkey obsessed with brushing it while you lay on his lap, but only when no one’s watching

doesn’t handle compliments well but if you call it pretty, he’ll quietly agree: “Yeah… it is”

Rin Itoshi

gets flustered every time it brushes his arm or neck

you asked him to braid it once and he acted annoyed — then did it perfectly without looking up a tutorial

definitely has a secret favorite hairstyle he refuses to tell you about

his version of showing affection is holding a strand and mumbling “it’s soft” like it means something

lowkey panics when you post a selfie with your hair done up — scrolls the replies for compliments like a psycho

tries to act indifferent when someone stares at you, but you catch him glaring at them every time

Sendou Shuto

absolutely DELULU about your hair

will stop you mid-conversation to say “you look unreal right now”

takes secret pictures of you from the back just to admire how it flows

begs to touch it and then just ends up braiding a mess while smiling like an idiot

claims you should be in a hair commercial and says he’ll direct it

once got mad that the wind messed it up because “nature’s jealous too now??”

Kunigami Rensuke

obsessed but quiet about it

will hold your hair up for you when you're putting on a necklace or tying it up — doesn’t say a word

uses his big hands to brush it out gently like he’s scared to tug too hard

if you ever wear it in a low bun or ponytail with a ribbon? he short circuits

likes when your hair rests against his chest when you hug him

doesn’t even realize he stares at you more when you style it, but everyone else does

Yukimiya Kenyu

borderline fashion blog boyfriend behavior

tells you exactly what hairstyle suits which outfit and has references

offers to take aesthetic mirror pics of you and your hair — gets the lighting perfect every time

sometimes watches you from across the room just to admire the way your hair moves

casually strokes it when you're close, always compliments it like it’s the first time he’s seeing it

recommends products to you and says “your beauty deserves better than drugstore brands”

Nagi Seishiro

loves it because it’s soft and reminds him of nap time

when you sit between his legs and let him play with your hair while gaming = peak happiness

will occasionally say “so pretty…” under his breath, not realizing you can hear

uses your hair like a curtain when he’s laying on your lap — wraps himself in it like a blanket

doesn't understand styling but loves when you let him try something dumb anyway

if you cut it even a little, he acts like he’s been personally betrayed

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anon: “Nagi, what motivates you?”

Nagi: “Phone at 5%.”

Reo: “...I’m gonna cry.”

He moves only when it’s life or phone death. What a Icon

[soft-like-yuki]

Waiting for you

Diluc x reader

It was nearly midnight when the front doors of Dawn Winery creaked open.

Diluc stepped inside quietly, brushing the light rain from his coat. The storm had slowed, leaving only a low drizzle and the faint smell of petrichor clinging to his clothes. He unfastened his gloves and glanced around the foyer. The house was quiet, lit only by the faint glow of the fireplace in the lounge.

He expected to find the place empty. You usually fell asleep long before he returned from patrol.

But tonight was different.

A warm plate of food sat waiting on the table, carefully covered, though long since gone cold. A half-burned candle flickered nearby, casting a soft halo of light around a small folded note.

He picked it up, recognizing your handwriting immediately.

Don’t forget to eat, love.

Diluc held the note for a moment, thumb brushing over the corner. You never forgot to care for him, even when he barely had time to say goodnight.

He didn’t deserve you.

He moved through the house quietly, expecting to see the light under your bedroom door. But when he entered the lounge, his steps faltered.

There you were.

Curled up on the couch, fast asleep. You were wrapped in one of his coats, the sleeves far too long on you, and your head rested on a pillow you’d pulled from the guest room. Your breathing was slow and even, lips parted slightly in sleep. A book lay open beside you—one of his favorites. The sight of it made his heart ache a little.

You had waited for him.

Again.

Diluc crouched beside you, careful not to wake you. His eyes traced the lines of your face, the soft rise and fall of your chest. You looked peaceful. Safe. He let out a quiet breath and gently brushed a few strands of hair away from your cheek.

You stirred faintly under his touch, brows twitching slightly as you shifted deeper into the warmth of his coat.

He murmured your name softly. You didn’t wake, but a small smile ghosted across your lips. It was enough to make something tighten in his chest.

How many nights had you waited up like this? How many times had he come home too late, too cold, too tired to give you more than a kiss on the forehead and a quiet apology?

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

“I’ll be home earlier next time,” he whispered, even though you couldn’t hear him. “I promise.”

You stirred again, eyes fluttering just a little. Barely awake, you whispered, “You’re back…”

“I am,” he said quietly. “Go back to sleep.”

You hummed in response and shifted just enough to let him sit beside you. He pulled the blanket higher over your shoulder and wrapped an arm around you, letting you rest against him. The tension in his body eased slowly as he felt your warmth against his side.

For the first time in weeks, he allowed himself to rest too.

The storm outside faded to a gentle patter against the windows. Inside, everything was calm, soft, and warm. You were still asleep, breathing steadily against his shoulder.

And for once, Diluc didn’t feel so far away from the world.

He only felt you.

And that was enough.

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hi!

Can i request a soft kaeya x reader where the reader falls asleep on him first?

Maybe he teases her a bit but gets all soft when he realizes they’re actually sleeping 🥺💙

A/n: SUREE!!! (This fic is so cute I'm gonna cry 😭)

Sleepy little thing...

Kaeya x reader

You didn’t mean to fall asleep.

One second, you were listening to Kaeya talk—half teasing, half storytelling—and the next, your head was on his shoulder, the words melting into background noise.

The late-night library was quiet, warm with flickering candlelight, and Kaeya’s voice… well, it was always easy to get lost in.

He pauses mid-sentence when he realizes your breathing’s gone soft and steady.

“…Oh?”

A grin tugs at his lips.

“You fell asleep on me? Really?” he whispers, amusement low and smooth in his voice.

He shifts slightly, turning just enough to glance down at you. Your cheek is resting on his arm, your body curled toward him, utterly at peace. One hand loosely clutches the edge of his coat, like your heart didn’t get the memo that you weren’t supposed to be this close.

Kaeya blinks.

He laughs—soft, quiet, almost breathless.

“Bold,” he murmurs. “Very bold.”

He could move. Should move. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he leans back on the couch with his free arm and lets you stay there, nestled against him like he’s the most natural place to rest in the world.

“You know,” he says to no one in particular, “if I didn’t have such a strong sense of self-control, I’d be dangerously tempted to fall in love right now.”

Your sleeping form, unsurprisingly, doesn’t respond.

He chuckles again—lower this time. Gentler.

Kaeya reaches up and brushes a few strands of hair from your face, fingers light and hesitant. He studies the slope of your nose, the softness in your expression. The kind of peace he’s rarely ever known for himself.

You make it look so easy. Trusting him. Leaning on him like this.

Like he’s not full of sharp corners and secrets and half-truths.

A part of him aches—just a little.

“You really shouldn’t look at me like I’m safe,” he whispers. “Even when you're asleep.”

Still, his voice has no bite. Just something warm. Unspoken.

He sighs, leans his head back, and lets the silence settle between you.

After a few minutes, he glances down again and whispers, softer this time:

“…Sleep well, little one. I’ll stay a while longer.”

And maybe, just maybe, when you wake up

He’ll still be there.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY HARBINGER!!

A/n: today july 20 is tartaglia's bday... So i thought to write a fanfic

Happy birthday Ajax!!!

You wake up before he does.

Which, frankly, is rare—because Childe is usually the type to be up at dawn doing push-ups or sharpening his blades like it’s the end of the world.

But today? He’s snoring into the pillow, hair a mess, one arm thrown lazily over your waist. For once, he's peaceful.

And today is his birthday.

So you lean over, press a kiss to his temple, and whisper, “Happy birthday, Ajax.”

He groans in response.

“Ugh… what time is it?”

“Still early,” you whisper, “But you’re officially one year hotter.”

That earns you a very smug, sleep-laced smirk.

“Mmm… So you are admitting I’m hot.”

You kiss the smirk right off him.

By the time he finally gets up, you’ve already started your Birthday Surprise Plan™.

Step one: breakfast. His favorite.

You’re just finishing plating it when you hear his voice behind you.

“You’re spoiling me today, huh?”

You spin around—and there he is. Shirtless. Bedhead. Barefoot. Sleepy-eyed. Smiling at you like you invented joy.

You grab him by the face and kiss him.

“It’s your birthday. You deserve to be spoiled.”

“Bold of you to assume I won’t make you my present.”

You bop his nose. He pouts.

In Mid-morning, You drag him to the harbor to watch the ships come in.

You packed his favorite snacks. He eats half of yours and gives you crumbs as “payment kisses.”

You don’t mind. He’s glowing. Laughing. Looking at you like you’re the sunrise itself.

“Y’know,” he murmurs, “this is kinda perfect.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Just ‘kinda’?”

He shrugs, leaning close.

“Would be better if you kissed me again.”

You roll your eyes and oblige.

In Afternoon, His siblings send gifts from Snezhnaya.

He reads every letter aloud. Voices them all dramatically. Holds up a crayon drawing from Teucer and pretends to sob.

“Look at this masterpiece. Look at it! I'm putting this in a frame.”

You laugh. “You’re such a dork.”

“Your dork,” he corrects, pulling you into a kiss that smells like cinnamon and soap.

Evening? You blindfold him.

“Is this some kind of scandalous surprise, honey?” he grins.

“Not yet. Be patient.”

You lead him into a small room you rented at a cozy inn — now decked out in soft lanterns, his favorite colors, and a cake you baked yourself (with a little help from Xiangling).

When you remove the blindfold, he just stands there, stunned.

“You did all this… for me?”

You nod, suddenly shy. “Yeah. You kinda mean the world to me, you know?”

He turns, grabs your face with both hands, and kisses you breathless.

“I love you,” he says, forehead pressed to yours. “I don’t say it enough, but I really, really do.”

“You say it with every forehead kiss,” you whisper. “Every time you come home. Every time you pull me closer in your sleep.”

“Still,” he murmurs, kissing the tip of your nose. “I should say it more.”

“Then say it now.”

And he does. Between kisses. Again and again.

Nightfall.

You’re lying together on the little inn bed, limbs tangled under the blankets. The lanterns are still glowing softly. The cake is half-eaten. You’re both full, warm, happy.

“Best birthday ever,” he murmurs against your shoulder.

You run your fingers through his hair, smiling into the dark.

“Told you I’d spoil you.”

“If this is spoiling,” he hums, “then I want to grow old with you.”

You blink.

“…What?”

He kisses your shoulder again, lazy and soft.

“You heard me.”

Your heart flips.

You kiss the corner of his mouth, smiling against it.

“One birthday at a time, Ajax.”

“Deal,” he whispers.

And falls asleep holding you like you’re the only gift he ever needed.

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Waiting for you to say it...

Nagi x reader (light angst)

You didn’t want anything big.

No dinner reservation, no bouquet, no Instagram post with some cheesy caption.

You just wanted him to say it.

“Happy anniversary.”

You waited all day.

You even gave him space to remember on his own.

But all he did was scroll, game, nap, and casually ask if you had snacks.

He didn’t remember.

So you said nothing.

You just swallowed the lump in your throat and replied, “There’s stuff in the kitchen.”

The next morning, you're sitting on the edge of the bed pulling your hoodie on when he finally stirs.

“Mm…” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep. “You up already?”

You don’t answer right away.

He’s so warm. So close. Still yours.

But something in your chest feels distant.

“I’ve got stuff to do.”

You try to keep your tone even, like the ache in your throat isn’t still there from last night.

He blinks slowly, messy hair falling in his face. “You okay?”

You almost lie. Almost say yeah.

Instead, you look at him and say:

“It was yesterday, Seishiro.”

He squints. “Huh?”

“Our anniversary.”

Silence.

He goes still. You watch it dawn on him—the way his eyes widen just a fraction, the guilt rushing in all at once.

“...Shit.”

You nod. “Yeah.”

At first, he’s quiet. Really quiet.

Nagi doesn’t rush to explain, because he knows.

You don’t look mad. You just look… sad.

And that’s so much worse.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

You shrug. “I wanted to see if you’d remember.”

He knows you don’t play games. You’re not the type.

So if you did that—it’s because this mattered.

And he forgot.

Later, he tries to make it up in the only ways he knows how:

Brings you toast with jam in bed and places it on your lap wordlessly

Lets you beat him in a dumb mobile game without saying a word

Finally looks at you and mutters:

“I messed up. I know. I’m sorry.”

It’s quiet. But honest.

He doesn’t know how to comfort with words.

So he rests his head on your lap.

Wraps his arms around your waist.

And stays there.

For a long time.

Because for once, he’s not lazy.

He’s trying. In his way.

Later that night, he presses his forehead to yours and whispers, “Will you still be here for our second anniversary?”

You pause.

“…Only if you remember it.”

And this time?

He will.

Because he saw what forgetting cost.

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HEYY!!!!

I just readed your reacting to your music and it was sooo good!!!

Can you do a part 2 but with sae, kaiser, kunigami, yukimiya and sendou?

( you can ignore too not forcing :3 )

yesss ty for the req!! part 1 here!

reacting to your music videos pt 2

bf bllk x popstar!reader. crack, fluff

itoshi sae

-> pretends he doesn’t care. says stuff like, “yeah. it’s fine.” when you ask him about your new release. in reality, he’s playing it on repeat during training and uses your other songs for his daily warmups

-> absolutely stalks the charts when you release something new, even if he says he doesn’t. will say, “oh, number one again? not surprising.” with the straightest face while quietly saving all the congratulatory posts of you

-> sae hates posting about you publicly, but he’ll post on his private story (the one with like 4 people on it including you and his brother). either posts you celebrating your success or a blurry photo of your album cover with “🩵”

michael kaiser

-> bro WILL insert himself into your creative process even if he has zero talent for it. he’s just there, in the studio, eating snacks and spinning in the producer chair, occasionally threatening men who make you laugh or smile. “so, when are you writing me a song, babe? you know, the only man you have eyes for? the love of your life? the one who would pluck stars from the sky to make you happy?”

-> absolutely posts your music everywhere. spams reposts. spams comments. spams tags. writes captions like “yeah i pull the hottest singer alive what about it” or “this one’s about me obviously” even when it very much is not

-> gets pouty if fans don’t acknowledge he’s the number one boyfriend to ever exist in the history of boyfriends. you do, though, so it’s okay in the end <3

kunigami rensuke

-> he’s supportive but in a quiet way. shares your videos and posts on his stories without a caption but adds the heart or kiss emoji every time. your fans clip it just to tease him like the pests they are

-> he wears disguises, but he goes to every single one of your concerts he can. you don’t always spot him, and he doesn’t always stand in front, but he’ll surprise you during the break and make sure you drink water and keep cool. he gets there early to buy as much merch as he can afford. the fans hate him for that

-> gets all bashful when people ask about you but answers super sincerely, especially in interviews. “yeah, i think they’re incredibly talented. i’m really lucky.”

yukimiya kenyu

-> he gives the most detailed compliments on your music. loves picking apart your lyrics and creating theories with fans. “the lyricism here is really beautiful. i can tell how much work you put into the production too.” literally analyzes it like a critic but in the most affectionate way

-> owns vinyls of your albums and will take aesthetic photos of himself listening to it kr with your merch for his fans. they’re sick if you and how much he posts about you! (not really tho)

-> sends you flowers every release day with little notes like “you’ll always be my number one, even off the charts.” and your ass melts every time <3

sendou shuto

-> reacts to everything you do like he’s your biggest fan. posts ig stories of you with captions like “MY BABY DROPPED ANOTHER BANGER!!! WORSHIP THEM” with obnoxious emojis. worships your music videos and will pull all nighter just to wait for the release

-> he’s screaming in the crowd at every one of your shows with homemade signs. your precious short fans hate seeing him in the pit <3

-> pray your song doesn’t become tiktok famous, because sendou is posting videos of himself dancing to your songs in the locker room. he’s always dragging his friends in on it too (oliver is your second biggest fan. your fandom simps hard for him and it annoys your bf to the max)

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Hey!!!

Can you dooo a angst reo x reader in which he starts ignoring your texts?

Love your work!!! 😁

A/n: SURE GIRLIE!!! Hope you like it!!! Keep the requests coming!!!

Reo x reader

It was all a lie wasn't it

You tried.

God, you did.

You journaled. You smiled when it hurt. You told him “I’m getting better.”

Even when your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

Even when the weight in your chest never moved.

Reo always said,

"I'll always be here for you love.."

But he didn’t mean this long.

Not when your sadness became heavy.

Not when your silence turned uncomfortable.

He started pulling away in small ways.

Fewer texts. Shorter calls. No more sleepovers “on weekdays.”

And the one time you said,

“I really need you tonight,”

he replied:

“Babe, I can’t drop everything every time you feel off. That’s not healthy.”

You said “okay.”

You always say okay.

Even when it feels like your soul is bleeding.

The last time you see him, he says:

“I still care about you. But I can’t be your crutch anymore.”

You nod. You smile. You lie.

And when the door closes behind him,

You swear it sounds like the world ending.

Now it’s three months later.

He’s laughing in someone else’s post.

Wearing that hoodie you gave him—the one that smelled like your shampoo until it didn’t.

You click through his story.

He’s glowing. Living.

You’re still surviving.

Alone.

Still listening to the playlist he made for your bad days.

Still rereading his voice notes like they mean something.

Still looking at the last text he ever sent:

Reo: “You’ll be okay someday. I know it.”

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Some Bachira headcanons after you start dating him 🐝:

You are now legally required to hold his hand at all times. No, he doesn't care if you're brushing your teeth or trying to make ramen—give him your hand.

His contact name for you is something unhinged like “MY BABY 💥🌈🦋⚽️💛✨”

…Your name in his phone? “bachira 🌻💛 (i love him sm pls don’t hurt him)”

You once told him you liked mango-flavored candy. He bought 15 bags and now hands you one every time you look mildly sad.

He takes “clingy” to a new level. Like. Koala-mode. Wrapped around your back while you game. Legs across your lap while you do homework. Your hoodie? His now

Physical touch. Like. Non-stop. He will literally pass away if he doesn’t hug you at least 3 times an hour.

Doodles hearts with your initials on his training notebooks.

Draws little monsters with cute captions like “this one’s jealous bc I have the best partner ever 😤🫶”

Once made you matching bracelets out of beads and string. It broke during practice and he CRIED. Now he wears a backup one every day.

Sleeps like a starfish. On top of you.

Asks you deep questions like “do you think the stars ever get bored?” right as you’re falling asleep.

Mumbles “I love you so much…” while half-asleep, face buried in your neck.

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The cold side of the bed that belonged to you...

• Rin x angst reader

Rin wakes up to the sound of rain and the sharp, aching awareness that you’re not there.

The bed is cold.

Colder than it should be.

Colder than it used to be, when your back was pressed against his and your foot always crept over the middle in your sleep.

He used to find that annoying.

Now he’d give anything to feel it again.

Rin stares at the ceiling for a long time before he moves. The apartment is still. Too quiet. No distant hum of your electric toothbrush. No kettle whistling. No soft footsteps padding to the kitchen in fuzzy socks.

Just the rain. And his own breath.

And the cold.

Always the cold.

It’s been three weeks since you left.

You didn’t slam the door. You didn’t scream.

You just stood in the doorway with your bag over your shoulder and said, “I hope one day you let someone love you the way you pretend you don’t need to be.”

He didn’t stop you.

He should have.

The mug you always used is still in the cupboard.

He reaches for it without thinking—then freezes.

It still has your lipstick stain on the rim. Barely there. Almost faded.

Like you.

He puts it back and drinks straight from the tap.

In the living room, your throw blanket is still draped over the couch.

He should throw it out. Or fold it. Or hide it.

Instead, he sits on it.

Like if he stays still enough, it might feel like you’re still under it. Still curled up next to him. Still complaining about the way he never lets you pick the movie.

God, you were always so warm.

He doesn’t cry. Rin Itoshi doesn’t do that.

But some nights, the silence stretches out like a wound that won’t heal.

And when he lies in bed, facing the side you used to sleep on, he still reaches out—just once, just stupidly—to the cold sheets.

His hand always comes back empty.

The worst part?

You didn’t ask for much.

You never wanted him to pour his soul out, or change, or break himself open. You just wanted something real. A touch. A look. A word.

But he couldn’t give it to you.

Didn’t know how.

So you left. Quietly. Like you knew he wouldn’t chase you.

Like you’d already made peace with the fact that he wouldn’t fight for you.

You were right.

And now he lives with that.

Every night.

Every cold, quiet, empty night.

He lays back down that evening, staring at the ceiling again. Rain tapping the windows like a heartbeat too slow to save him.

He turns over.

Your side of the bed is still cold.

Colder than it should be.

Colder than he deserves.

A/n: requests are open!!!

[soft-like-yuki]

❝The Art of Winning❞

Michael Kaiser x Reader — Toxic One-Shot

WARNING : manipulation, emotional neglect, possessive behavior, psychological conflict, slow burn regret, unhealthy relationship dynamics, gaslighting, emotional abuse

You should’ve known better. But nobody ever warned you that monsters don’t always come with claws — sometimes they come with perfect smiles and golden hair.

Michael Kaiser was dazzling. That was the problem.

He wasn’t cruel, not openly. Not in ways anyone else would notice. Not in ways that left bruises — just doubts, just confusion. Just those long silences after you said something honest, and he tilted his head with that disapproving smile.

“You’re too emotional,” he’d say, like it was an inconvenience. Like your feelings were noise interrupting his world-class symphony.

And you believed him. God, you did.

Because he made you feel special when he wanted to. He pulled you in with precision, like a striker waiting for the perfect gap in the defense — eyes locked, timing perfect, words smooth.

“You’re the only one who gets me,” he whispered once, fingers brushing yours in the dark. “Everyone else just wants a piece of the Emperor. But you… you see me.”

You wore that lie like a medal. You carried it through his cold silences, through the cryptic half-smiles when you asked if you were okay. Through the way he always made you feel like the one who overreacted.

He never raised his voice. He didn’t need to.

He’d just laugh — soft and dismissive — when you got upset.

“Are you seriously mad about that?” he'd say, brushing past you like your hurt was inconvenient. “Come on. Don’t be dramatic.”

You started apologizing for everything. For questioning him. For needing him. For not being fun enough, interesting enough, perfect enough.

He never apologized. Not once.

But he made you feel lucky. Like being near him was something rare and precious — a privilege. Like you should be grateful to orbit his world.

And for a while, that was enough.

But then the cracks started showing.

You’d catch him staring through you when you talked, eyes distant like he was already thinking of the next game. The next headline. The next conquest.

You started realizing he only touched you when he needed comfort. That your tears were a distraction, not a concern. That he never asked about your dreams — only how you could support his.

The worst part? You started to miss the moments when he was kind, even though they were calculated. Even though you knew they were bait.

One night, you finally asked: “Do you even love me?”

He looked up from his phone, blinked slowly, and smiled.

“Kinda a stupid question, isn’t it?”

That was the moment something cracked inside you.

Not loud — not a shatter. Just a soft splintering. Like the sound of hope breaking in half.

You laughed, but it came out hollow.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “It was stupid.”

It wasn’t dramatic when you left. No fights. No grand declarations. Just a quiet message and a door closing.

He didn’t chase you.

He never did.

But two days later, you got a text:

“So this is you being childish again?”

And God — for a second, you almost replied.

Almost.

Because part of you still wanted him to care. Still wanted the version of him you imagined. The Kaiser you met under stadium lights — the one who made you feel chosen.

But that Kaiser never existed. He was just another mask. Just another game.

And you were done playing.

A/n: this idea came out of my mind from nowhere

[soft-like-yuki]

The Only Constant...

Dottore x reader

Genre: fluff, comfort, secret softie dottore.

It was well past midnight in the lab, but you stayed anyway.

You sat on a cold metal counter, legs swinging gently, watching the man in front of you scribble equations with a mechanical precision that defied sleep. His face was lit by a soft blue glow from the machinery behind him—sharp features, silver-blue hair slightly tousled, brow furrowed in deep thought.

“Zandik,” you murmured.

He didn’t look up.

You sighed and held out a cup of tea. “Take a break. Please?”

He paused. That was progress.

Without a word, he took the cup—his gloves briefly brushing your fingers—and studied it like it was an unknown chemical compound. You swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch. Maybe a smile. Maybe exhaustion. With Dottore, it was hard to tell.

“I don’t need sleep,” he muttered, but he drank anyway.

You hopped off the counter and walked over to him, standing behind his chair, gently threading your fingers through his hair. “I know you don’t. But you’re still human. Somewhere under all the masks.”

He went still.

You knew he didn’t like being touched—didn’t trust people easily, didn’t trust himself. But he let you in. Let you stand so close. Let you see the tired man behind the terrifying Harbinger.

“You are... insufferably persistent,” he said, voice dry but soft.

“And you secretly like it.”

He didn’t answer—but you felt the way he leaned back ever so slightly into your touch.

A moment passed. Then he reached up and took your hand in his, guiding it to rest against his chest.

“Just... stay,” he murmured. “For a little while.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Always.”

A/n: hope you like it! If you have a request feel free to ask!!!

[soft-like-yuki]

Teyvat High

A/n: So this is a fanfic of modern au where the genshin men work as a teacher

Characters: Zhongli, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato

Zhongli – History Teacher

He’s the elegant, enigmatic teacher every student respects (and secretly fears a little). Always impeccably dressed, always sipping oolong from his thermos. He speaks like he lived through every event he’s teaching, and you’d believe it. Occasionally stares out the window with the weight of a thousand wars in his eyes. Has a cult following among the honors kids.

"Let us reflect on the decisions that shaped the course of civilization... and how not to repeat them."

Childe – PE Teacher

Coach Childe is the school’s golden retriever with menace energy. He runs team sports like soccer, dodgeball, and relay races with full battlefield intensity. He’s the kind of coach who joins the game himself, scores half the points, then cheers you on for trying. Always competitive, always loud, and always the reason students say “gym is kinda fun now.”

“This isn’t just PE—it’s survival with style!”

Diluc – Literature Teacher

Diluc’s classroom is quiet, dimly lit, and filled with the scent of old books and black coffee. He assigns heavy, classic novels—Hemingway, Dostoevsky, Brontë—and expects thoughtful essays, not sparknotes summaries. Reserved, but when he speaks, it hits hard. You’ll never catch him raising his voice, but the look of disappointment in his eyes is somehow worse.

“Literature is where silence speaks loudest. Learn to listen.”

Kaeya – Foreign Language Teacher

Mr. Kaeya is the effortlessly charming polyglot who makes you want to learn French just to hear him pronounce it. He teaches through roleplay, games, and wildly engaging dialogue sessions. Class often feels like a travel show hosted by someone who flirts with every country. Students mysteriously do well on exams—no one knows how.

“Language is the original love letter. Speak it well, and you’ll never need to shout.”

Ayato – Business & Marketing Teacher

Ayato runs his class like a boardroom. Projects involve product launches, ad campaigns, and sleek presentations. He’s the kind of teacher who brings gourmet tea to class and critiques PowerPoints like a CEO in disguise. Somehow makes high schoolers think in spreadsheets and strategy. He also never loses in negotiation games.

“Always dress like you’ve already won the deal. Then win it again.”

Hope you like it!!!

[soft-like-yuki]

MASTERLIST!!!

A/n: Will add more characters as the time passes!!!

I am currently writing about bluelock and genshin impact

Bluelock ⚽

[Mix]

1. Otaku level: god tier

- Characters: Isagi Yoichi , Rin itoshi, Michael Kaiser, Hyoma Chigiri

- In this scenario the reader is a big anime fan and the bluelock boys find out about it

2. STREAM LOCK!!

- Character: Isagi Yoichi, Rin Itoshi, Bachira Meguru, Barou Shoei, Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mikage

- this is a completely different time in which bllk boys are famous streamers

3. Long hair supremacy

- characters- Sae, Rin, Kaiser, Chigiri, Kunigami, Yukimiya, sendou, nagi

-their s/o has has long and beautiful hairs and they are on their knees

4. They say 'i love you' without saying it part 1

-they don't say I love you but they show that through small things

- characters - Rin, Sae, Barou, Yukimiya, Sendou

They say 'i love you' without saying it part 2

-characters: bachira, isagi, chigiri, kunigami, kurona

[Isagi]

1. Goal of Jealousy (mdni!!!)

-in this scenario the reader teases isagi by praising his enemy Michael Kaiser.

[Kaiser]

1. ❝The Art of Winning❞

- a toxic relationship with kaiser until you realise it

[Rin]

1. The cold side of the bed that belonged to you

-you left rin without any chaos, now he regrets it

[Reo]

1. It was all a lie wasn't it?

- he promised you to be with you forever but as the time passed the text got shorter he even left it on read

[Nagi]

1. Waiting for you to say it...

- it's your anniversary and nagi forgets about it

Genshin Impact ✨

[Mix]

1. Teyvat High pt.1

- In this scenario this is the modern world and genshin men are working as a teacher

- Characters: zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya, ayato

[Dottore]

1. The Only Constant...

- it's midnight dottore is still in his lab without any breaks, you go there to comfort him a little

[Tartaglia]

1. Happy birthday my harbinger!!

- it's July 20 which is tartaglia's birthday you surprise him by spoiling all day.

[Kaeya]

1. Sleepy little thing...

- you accidentally fell asleep on kaeya and he keeps you close

[Diluc]

1. Waiting for you

- it's midnight he comes back from work expecting you to be asleep but your awake for him