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guys lowk i forgot i had this.... yall i got a whole bf and everything now it's been A MINUTE. but should i make a comeback 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

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not good enough for you

where you feel insecure because you genuinely feel like you aren't good enough for him, but he thinks otherwise.

{CW!!: suggestive, mentions of reader wearing a skirt/dress but gn, different types of insecurities, js know you are stunning with all of that baes <3}

characters: ayato, childe, cyno, diluc, tighnari, and wanderer

- set in modern au for a few, ~1.2k words in total -

ayato: pillar of fortitude

you being insecure just influences his spending habits on you. it increases tremendously.

of course he'll comfort you, give you attention, all that jazz, but him?

he buys even more things he thinks you'll look absolutely lovely in.

dress shirts, dresses, skirts, shorts, literally anything that he might think you'll like he'll get it.

you walk out of your shared bedroom with your hands behind your back and your gaze cast to the floor timidly. ayato nearly choked on the boba he was drinking when his eyes laid on you. the way you looked up at him with your eyes all the way to how you stood, he thought you looked ethereal. "my love, how could you be insecure when you look so lovely?" he pulls you into his arms, hands going down your waist. "are you sure? " you mumbled, your eyes focused on the ground. rubbing over your hip dips before cupping your ass, ayato used his other hand to make you look up at him. "you have nothing to worry about.. let me spoil you."

childe: tartaglia (did my man WRONG)

he honestly thinks you're joking when you first tell him, that's how good looking you are.

he hypes you up a LOT more than usual, making sure you feel extra special before anything.

being so fr, he's the type to comment first and most under your instagram posts

most definitely brags about you on his socials as well, has a highlight for you and everything

cyno: judicator of secrets

"childe, why am i getting hundreds of notifications? from YOUR account?" your boyfriend shrugs as if he doesn't know what he did, replying with a simple, "just making you feel good, that's all." after going to the notifications, your heart gets more and more full as you read the compliments he paints your phone screen with. they all came with such love and adoration which varies from "THATS MY S/O RIGHT THERE YOU GUYS!!!" to dumb pick up lines that have you rolling your eyes. you smile softly as you like every single one of his comments, pinning one at the top of your post. despite his cheesiness, you know from all of these that childe truly does think you're the prettiest.

his jokes slowly turn into cheesy pick up lines about how pretty you are, like those REALLY bad ones

its sort of misleading at first and makes you think he's doesn't care, and trust me he does! he's just bad at words of affirmation

not to mention, i believe he tells you you're so pretty and amazing and beautiful and just EVERYTHING in bed

he's totally up for fucking you in front of a mirror to get it through your head about how pretty you are

when he walks into your small shared apartment after a grocery run, he sees you staring into the mirror. you're poking your stomach fat around your belly button, sighing softly. he comes up behind you, kissing your neck softly as he wraps his arms around your hips. cyno digs in his pocket to pull out a small card, before saying, "good thing i have my library card, because i'm checking you out." you look up at him with an attempt at a deadpan, which morphs into a moan as he starts touching your hips, slowly going lower. "if you can't understand how gorgeous you are, i'll make sure you know by tonight."

diluc: the dark side of dawn

he would for sure be such a good person to talk to about your insecurities to and receive comfort

i think that when he was younger, he was also a little insecure about his appearance because of his hair and eyes, since it wasn't normal (i js know that when kaeya came around he got less and less insecure as he grew up but THIS ISNT ABT THEM.)

he would kiss every insecurity and go on rants about how much he loves them, because he loves every part of you

for the sex life? things like stretch marks make him go FERAL. literally all of your beautiful insecurities make him FERAL

as you let out a small moan, diluc spreads your legs open and start kissing up and down your thighs. your stretch marks were more prominent in the moonlight coming from the window, and that alone made him hard. "you're so beautiful my dear.." he took his finger and traced over them. when you looked down, your eyes widen to see him, looking at them like how people look at constellations in the sky. looking at them with such admiration, diluc kissed them over and over. "so pretty.. let me make your pretty body feel good."

tighnari: verdant strider

he would 100% accidently turn it into a lecture about self-confidence and would go on and ON

after knowing about your insecurities, he would bring flowers from his research and give them to you, they reminded him of you

although he would comfort you plenty, he is one sassy ass fox so he would be very sarcastic when you do bring yourself down

he would list all of your achievements while calling you the dumbest person he's ever met

"yeah you are pretty dumb now that i think about it." your heart dropped as those words came out of his mouth. before you can say something, tighnari continues. "it's not like you won the nationwide botany fair for sumeru or anything." your lips formed a pout as you spoke, "but you were my partner! of course we got won." he rolled his eyes before looking at you with a deadpan expression; "did you forget i was sick the whole time? you had to do it by yourself." a shy "oh" left your lips while his arm wrapped around your waist. "have more confidence in yourself you big lummox."

wanderer: eons adrift (named kunikuzushi for convenience)

he's like tighnari in a way, but much more heavy on the sarcastic and snide comments

he can't really comfort you because he can't even believe that he's good enough for you

tries his best though, always makes an effort to compliment you, even if the compliment is very choppy

isn't the best person to go to for insecurities plaguing your mind but it's nice to be around him anyways

you yelp in pain as kunikuzushi flicks your forehead out of annoyance. "shut it, you're giving me a headache." you sigh, "i'm being serious kuni, i really don't think that i look good enough for you." as your teary eyes dart to the ground, you feel his arms wrap around you. "you are so annoying.. of course your good enough. more than good enough you dumb fuck." you smile a little at his harsh words, knowing that's his way of comfort. while trying to stop your tears from falling, you couldn't hear his soft words in your hair. "you're so fucking pretty, i hate when you say otherwise dumbass."

written 3/20/23 || credits go to me || asks open <3

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riptide ft. xiao, conquerer of demons || ~510 words

the soft waves of the icy-blue water made white noise as the two adepti sat together. the memories of the past rose back up like the goregous fireworks in the air, all concealed with their woven fingers. the hundreds and hundreds of lantern rites they've gone together under their belts. it was comforting but a bitter melancholy could be felt in the air.

"hey xiao?" one of the voices mumbled, looking up at him with eyes that glittered and gleamed from the fireworks. the eyes that have seen thousands die, but still seemed as pure as freshly bloomed glaze lilies. "hm?" said the other, looking at them with the same kind of shine in his own eyes. the eyes seemed dead like the other adpeti he called family, and to any other, they were. but to the person beside him, his irises held stories, beautiful and ugly, that gave off more light than the sun in its entirety.

"i love you."

although it doesn't sound out of the oridinary for a couple to exchange the three word message, and it isn't in their relationship either, it's different when it's today. it's different when everyone's with people they love, whether it's family or friends, and all the two have are each other. it's different when people have options for people to love and the two can only have each other because both parties know the other wouldn't leave.

" i.. love you too. "

both signed the lantern, as the adepti have done previously for years and years. xiao + ____, signed in perfect penmanship and calligraphy that's been sculpted over the years. they stared at each other lovingly, as if the world had wasted away and they only had each other. placing their lips on the exterior of the lantern, it sealed a unspoken promise. to be gone from this land only when the other goes.

as people in the background of the love story, the two placed their hands on the golden glowing lantern..

3!

2!

1!

the lanterns flew up, one by one, as choruses of people sang the supposed old tune that has been played for millennia. the navy blue sky filled with yellow sparkles, notes of all types scribbled on them. things sincere as xinqiu, xiangling, chongyun bffs!! or qiqi and baizhu. are a few that could be pointed out. others more darker, mom, i miss you or i hope jia chao will be okay.

before long, tears were rolling down the two adepti's tears. they looked at each other and breathlessly laughed. the tears flowed like the waves under their bodies, not seemed as if they'd stop soon. "what's wrong?" whispered xiao, trying to wipe the tears from your eyes. "i could ask the same thing you're just as bad as me." you quipped back. "i've got a lump in my throat 'cause- "you used a part of your clothing to try and swab the drops falling from his amber hues. you two stared at each other before looking up at the sky, muttering softly:

"they're gonna sing the words wrong."

a/n: the lantern rite this year was SO CUTE GUYS. anywho i tried writing in 3rd person a little bit and good heavens bro i was having a FIELD DAY. anywho if you enjoyed pls feel free to interact 🤞🏼

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frenemies to lovers.

featuring, the akademyia's scribe, al haitham - modern au, ~1.4K words -

al haitham was your neighbor. when you first moved into his quaint neighborhood with your parents at the small age of 6. you were shy and quiet, not accustomed to the new area. he was well familiarized with the area, which let you to become friends. he was your neighbor. the neighbor who's door you'd knock on almost everyday at two in the afternoon to throw a ball with or just invite over for lunch. the neighbor who would always tease you about being cold because you always seemed to forget your gloves while it snowed outside. the neighbor who would wash your boo-boo off and give you one of his star-wars band-aids. the neighbor who would always be there for you no matter what.

al haitham was your deskmate. all throughout primary school you never failed to sit next to him. you two were attached at the hip, never leaving each other's side. when you two weren't together, the staff would question what happened to the other. he was your deskmate. the deskmate who would always smirk triumphantly at his perfect 100% compared to your 98%. the deskmate who would always trade his graham crackers for your olives during lunchtime because he knew you hated them. the deskmate who purposely lost the spelling bee in grade 5 so you'd finally be able to win one since he won all the others. the deskmate who always thought of you so you'd never be left out in anything.

al haitham was your best friend. peas in a pod if you will. never having to worry if you'd be sad because al haitham was always there to make you smile. he never had to worry either, because you'd always be beside him as well. he was your best friend. the best friend who had many things matching with you: matching necklaces, playlists, and highlights on instagram to name a few. the best friend who would make down-right foul comments just for you to hit him with a horrid comment just as hard. the best friend who would wipe your tears and hug you as long as you needed because he hated seeing you distressed. the best friend who could always make you smile even on the worst of your days.

al haitham was your academic rival. every time students would be given their final exam scores the first person he'd go to was you. when other people like cyno would ask what you'd get, your response was either better than al haitham or your actual test score. you both were always at each other's necks with your scores no one could truly say who was better. he was your academic rival. the academic rival who'd sit in the library with you for hours tutoring each other back and forth. the academic rival who would always make fun of a bad test score you've gotten, but would roll his eyes and tell you to shut up if you brought up his. the academic rival whom you walked on stage with as top valedictorians because your strengths were his weaknesses and vice versa. the academic rival who always loved having someone who could keep up to speed with him.

al haitham was your boyfriend. he was no perfect in any means. neither were you. the both of you were flawed in many parts relationship wise but balanced out each other out nicely. he was your boyfriend. the boyfriend who would pull you in his arms because you forgot to bring a coat to one of your park dates. the boyfriend who'd sit with you into the unholiest hours of the night to watch your favorite show since you couldn't wait until the morning. the boyfriend who would always tease you about past childhood memories he's grew fond of. the boyfriend that always had a red velvet box in his pocket but never knew when the perfect time was.

al haitham was your fiancé. while outsiders would say he proposed to you too quickly, close friends of yours see it differently. people who knew the both of you saw it as two soulmates who wouldn't be able to be seen with anyone else but them. he was your fiancé. the fiancé who hung up photos around your shared home dating back to when you two were just small kids, unknowing of how your friendship would bloom and prosper like the wildest flowers. the fiancé who helped you take off your shoes and make up after a day out so you wouldn't have to worry about it in the morning. the fiancé who calmed your nerves over how the wedding would go because according to him, as long as he's getting married to you in the end it'll be perfect. the fiancé who holds you near his heart the day before your wedding because he knows he won't ever be able to put his love into articulated words.

al haitham is your husband. the husband who fidgeted with his fingers for the first time in years because he wants everything to go according to plan. the husband who put a blindfold on and snuck into your room so you could do his hair for him because you're the only one who could get it just as he liked. the husband who holds in a breath as the music starts playing and reality hits him like a bus. the husband who eyes widen like saucers as he sees you at the start of the aisle, with the same padisarahs he got for you the first date you ever went on. the husband who can't help but look at his best man, kaveh, with such a lovestruck expression that could rival him to cupid himself. the husband who can't help but cry a little when reciting his vows because he physically can't believe he's getting married to the person that moved in next door when he was 7. he's getting married to the person who always failed spelling bees because they could never spell resplendently correctly. he's getting married to the person he posted every year once the year came to the end and everyone posted their favorite people. he's getting married to the person he held hands with on stage while getting their diplomas and medals. the husband who's shaking a little when pushing the emerald ring on your finger. the husband who flicks your forehead with no malice intent because your voice keeps cracking when reciting your own vows, even though he's not any better than you are. the husband who pulls you in by the waist and kisses you with passion. with all the love he can give. with everything he has.

you're all his and he's all yours, despite your excitement now, you know your 6 year old self wouldn't ever see it coming.

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director!ayato x actor!reader in a modern college au.

hear me out you guys. i believe ayato is a major perfectionist. when i say perfectionist i mean like, rewrite an essay because a letter looks weird perfectionist. since he does canonly enjoy theater but would never be on stage himself, he would be a director. behind the scenes with thoma if you catch my drift.

ayato wouldn't necessarily be a bad director, of course. however, it would get annoying since he'd constantly be picking and prodding at ever little detail. there's a reason he's one of the best soon-to-be directors on campus, of course, but it got a little irritating. until he met you, one of the best actors in the campus.

you, a freshman who just got out of high-school with the only experience of theater being the shows you did for school meets ayato, a sophomore who taken many classes on directing and performing, not to mention has been to many performances worldwide. not much of a problem, right?

which honestly it isn't until ayato's perfectionist personality starts breaking when he becomes the director for something you're involved in.

anyone who has been on the other side of the banter would be surprised. shocked even. everytime you went up to perform his eyes never left your body for a second, taking you in as an angel who would ascend to the heavens at any given moment. majority of the time, thoma would have to snap him out of his trance so you'd get an input on how you did.

and everytime, without fail, he would say you did perfect. how could he not when he watched you so closely and didn't see a problem with your posture, movements, lines, not a thing. you'd smile and nod, thanking him for his compliment as you'd walk away to dress out for the day.

before everyone would pack up, however, you managed to get his attention and hand him a little sticky note with your number scribbled on it. you briefly explained how you wanted to make plans to meet up so you could perfect your lines and make sure you were ready. the stuttering and the small warming of your cheeks were enough for him to pat you on the shoulder and take the sticky note with a small giddy grin.

he'll definitely be making plans with you sooner or later.

director!ayato x actor!reader <3

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weird love, cute but weird.

boyfriend!scaramouche texts

- modern au -

a/n: goodluck to everyone pulling on scaramouches banner!!!

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you're a mean one, mr. grinch.

them being mean to you </3

{TW!!: all of them dom, exhibitionism, degration, overstimulation, a TEENY TINY bit of dacryphilia, throat-fucking, finger-fuck all CONSENSUAL}

characters: diluc, rosaria, and kaeya

diluc loves you. more than you will ever know. however, he loves you even more when his dick is lodged in the back of your throat while he's serving customers. what looks to be just master diluc on the job, giving out drinks, actually seems to be much dirty behind closed doors. when the final customers leave and bid him a goodbye, he can hardly say a farewell back until he's shoving his dick in the back of your throat. your tears only edge him further, his eyes rolling and his knuckles turn white from gripping the table as harshly as he did. although no one will ever know what happens after angels share closes for the night, it's better to keep the beautiful sight of your tear-stained face with cum running down your mouth to himself.

rosaria is, surprisingly, a woman of the church. as much as she couldn't care less for the ameno archon and his beliefs, she does love the events the nuns at the cathedral partake in during the holidays. especially she loves when she can finger you during the caroling at the church. she loves seeing your facade slowly break down from someone so pure and consecrated to someone so lewd and anathematized. trying to keep up the frontage of being calm was one thing, but singing as well? no no no, not singing won't do you good, she'll just finger you even fucking harder to show everyone how much of a slut you are for her. so do yourself a favor and wear something with a lot more... coverage.

kaeya is a cocky bastard. he holds himself in high regard but sometimes you wonder if that regard has limits. surely, it can't have limits? it doesn't seem like it when your being fucked on his oak wood desk while moaning out loud for anyone to hear if they tried hard enough. your legs shaked and spasmed after having the nth orgasm of the day, tears running down the stains your old tears made before. your expression looked blissful, as if you were given the biggest reward of your life. he presses light kisses to your back, pulling you back on his cock and having you supposedly, "warm it up" for him. regardless of how high kaeya thinks of himself, it must be pretty high to have you fully stripped of your clothing and cockwarm him in his unlocked office with all the pretty bruises and bites that cover your skin like a majestic masterpiece.

an: im sorry im a tad bit late, i got busy today

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rocking around the christmas tree 🎄

setting up your christmas tree with them

- set in modern au -

characters: albedo, ayato, and thoma

you and albedo were spending your first christmas together in the comfort of your apartment. the hassle of getting a tree was finally over, however, a new problem arises: setting it up. neither you have set up a tree and the directions were too light for you to understand. so here you two were now, having brenda lee in the background while haphazardly setting up a tree.

you hummed the lyrics under your breath as you both slowly but surely manage to get the white tree up in your house. the blue garland shimmered in the moonlight outside your window as you stood back to see your accomplishment. you smile widely as albedo wraps his arms around your torso and lays his head on your shoulder.

" we did it.. would you like to watch a movie to relax darling? "

you and ayato go to his mansion for christmas. ayaka loves spending time with the both of you and what better way to spend time with each other than putting up their 10 feet christmas tree together? it seems like a lovely idea at first, until ayato hears a thud from the other room and a scream coming after it.

it was a lovely concept to make up, however the concept didn't include you falling off the ladder on the hard tile floor. although it wasn't a serious injury, you did have to hold an ice pack to your forearm while baking cookies together. ayato chuckled by your clumsiness, however, he didn't let you do anything so you can heal properly.

" love, sit on the counter. i wouldn't want you getting hurt again, hm? "

you and thoma spend time with your family for the holidays. thoma's family was... let's just say you didn't know any more than he did. and besides, as much as your family had its ups and downs, they weren't bad to be with for the holidays. you loved them and they loved thoma, so nothing couls possibly go wrong. except there's one person who you couldn't stand being there: your 6 year old nephew.

you loved her but she was about to get kicked out of the house if she stole thoma away from you one more time. everytime you'd walk away from your boyfriend for a second, she always managed to be on him. it felt bad to, but you couldn't help the sting of jealousy rush through you when she got his attention and not you. it got so bad you had to pull him away to an abandoned hallway just to give him a passionate kiss on the lips and confess your jealousy.

" aww baby! you know she could never replace you, although it's cute to see you think so. "

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a hug to warm me through <3

warming you up for the holidays <3

{TW!!: tooth rotting fluff}

characters: the DICKZ squad

DILUC is always touching you during the winter. whether it be holding your hand walking the streets of mondstadt or cuddling you under the plush and exorbitant sheets of your shared bed. his vision is extremely pleasant to have during the chilly season. spending the winter season with the redhead feels like a rom-com, with you two being the main characters. sharing soft kisses while the moon emits a white glow on both of your features to cuddling on the couch after work was finished for the day, he loves it all. he loves you so fucking much and will always be there to fight off the festering cold.

ITTO is honestly one of the best people to come to when you're cold. because of his contentious outwear, he gets cold often. meaning, he owns many blankets and heatpads to keep himself warm at home. you two probably would make a fort with all your blankets, running under it like children at a sleepover. when you're under the covers, talking about a new book the yae publishing house leaked, he can't help but have the widest smile on his face. how could he not? he feels all warm and he's sure it can't be because of the 6 blankets atop the both of you.

CHILDE is from the coldest nation in teyvat. he has a plethora of clothes fit for the winter and he is always willing to share his warmth with you. going back to snezhnaya along with him always prompted the chance to offer to share his large coat. taking you in his arms, you slide into his coat with ease. you sit under a building while you're on his lap, the both of you sharing the coat to take all the warmth it can give. he presses warm kisses to your forehead and brings you closer in his arms. despite the biting snezhnayan cold, the eleventh harbinger will always have open arms to warm you.

KAEYA isn't the best to be with in the cold. although you're freezing your fucking balls off, he's accustomed to the cold. he always teases you about it but still makes you hot chocolate. he always flicks the cool water on your bare arms to mess with you but still gets you blankets from diluc so that they're warm. however,he will forever make sure you're comfortable and suited for the cold. after all, he can't have his love being all cold while he's just fine. when out in public, he'll make sure you have anything you need to be warm. despite the relentless teasing, he loves you oh so much and wants you to be all warm.

ZHONGLI has been alive longer than everyone from mondstadt combined. he knows exactly what to do to help you from the liyue cold. although, childe did help him quite a bit with his snezhnayan knowledge. he makes the both of you cups of hot peppermint tea while looking out on liyue harbor. the comforting silence surrounds the both of you as you watch the people of liyue with your tea in your hands. it might be even warmer instead but the balcony seemed so much better. few words are exchanged but he wouldn't have it any other way.

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standing someone up is a bitchy move.

imagine, getting all ready with your goregous little sundress and tiny handbag. putting on your neglected makeup and strutting out in the most causal heels you own, just to get stood up. it didn't help much either that it's the same little corner shop that one of the pretty boys from college works at.

well isn't this embarrassing.. you thought as you stared outside and ignored your stomach's pleas for something to eat. did you still have hope for the guy to come? not really, however, you stayed just in case.

the worker there was, as said before, one of the pretty boys at the college you go to. he was a sophomore, just like you. he's had admirers here and there, don't get him wrong. but his insane resting bitch face usually made him far less approachable. he noticed you, how could he not really? you've been sitting in the same place for a good 45 minutes now and you look oh-so pretty in your little outfit. he decided to go up to you and ask why you were just sitting there.

you fliched slightly at the small knock on your table. you look up and see, honestly the prettiest man all day. his purple hair slightly damp, probably from the shower he took in advance. and his little hat that he begrudgingly worn for the uniform. he looked stunning despite the plain face he had on.

" are you waiting for someone? you look extremely lonely sitting alone you know. "

" i guess im not anymore, should i leave? "

he shook his head slightly and got his notepad out of his apron, along with a matching pen that matched all to well with the uniform. " can i get you something? might as well get something if you're going to sit here and bother me on my shift. " your eyes widen dramatically, " well excuse me, it obviously isn't my fault i got stood up! " he just stared blankly as he took in your words.

you? get stood up? he must of heard wrong. out of all people, YOU would get stood up? absurdity really. you're the finest person his violet eyes have ever laid upon, and you would get stood up? just the thought of it made his head swim. he nodded slowly and started to jot your order down.

the boy, who's name you still haven't gotten, came back shortly with your order and slides a note under your drink. his face was flared up with a pink tint which ironically matched his hair pretty well. " here. " he walked away quickly to go help a different customer. while he was preoccupied, you read the note with a lopsided smile you tried covering.

sorry u got stood up. ur very pretty.

you ripped the note in half and wrote your number down on it. collecting your stuff, you get up and tap him on the shoulder while handing him the note.

" my name's ________. "

he carefully takes the note and opens it, as if it was a diamond box that could fall apart in his hands at any second. anyone could see the way the gears in his head shifted and finally clicked after a minute.

" scaramouche. "

standing someone up is a bitchy move. in this case however, it was a pretty good move in your opinion.

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hallway crushes.

just some genshin guys having hallway crushes on you.

- set in modern au, college -

{ from what i know of, no tws }

characters - diluc / heizou / kazuha / thoma from genshin impact

diluc noticed you first month into his freshman year. you had his first period for second, and he had your first period for second as well.

he thought you were really pretty sure, but he didn't think much of it. until he got accustomed to seeing you for those 5 minutes in the hall.

he began looking for you in the sea of people and just seeing you would make his day better. seeing your gorgeous smile and your eyes, god he could get lost in them if he wanted.

he wanted to talk to you so bad. even if it was something small, he just wanted to hear your voice. and maybe he will. but for now, he's alright with staring for a little longer.

heizou notices you the first day. he is a criminal justice major after all, of course he would. top of his classes at that too.

he would always be the first out of the class just to see you walk with your friends to a nearby class. if you weren't here a day, his day would be 5x worse even if nothing happened.

he's tried talking to you, trust me he has. but it always end up in him being drowned out by the on going students in the area, or you wouldn't realize he's talking to you and walk away.

he'll talk to you one day, maybe on a lunch break possibly. but he's better off trying than just watching you and making his heart beat a little faster.

kazuha noticed you when you walked into the wrong class when the 2nd semester rolled around, and he got attached quite quickly.

he swears that he doesn't wait for you to leave before going to his next class; but tomo knows all the wiser that he does.

he's talked to you a few times, but the way he uses his words make you nod aimlessly, and walk away with a wave. as he wont admit it, he does feel a little flustered when he tries.

his heart feels a little more full seeing you go out of your way to wave and say hi in the hallway, maybe the embarrassment is worth it.

thoma notices you when ayato mentions you in one of his many stories he'd like to ramble on about, and he thought you'd be a good friend to have.

he'd see you while walking around campus before his next class and just stare. like world-slowing, heart-eyeing type of stare.

he would love to talk to you! however, he doesn't really know how to start up a conversation. ayato has indeed tried to get you to talk to him instead, but all you'd do is wave.

he can't lie, it does get him excited when you wave at him from afar with that smile of yours. even if it's nothing major, he'll find a way to talk to you.

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i do not think you guys realize how heart stopping, eye watering, leg kicking, pillow smashing good this is.

Akaashi had been close to pacing a hole into the reception hall floor when Bokuto found him. His tux was already on, a boutonniere already clipped to his lapel, and the furrow between his eyebrows was ferocious.

“There you are,” he sighed, relieved and exasperated. Akaashi would smile if he wasn’t 100% sure that it would just make Bokuto hit him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Akaashi shrugged, pivoted to a stop. He was near the door to the altar, since it was almost time to go but he was trying to buy more time and he didn’t have the stomach to be around anyone else right now. He didn’t want to be at the front without you. “I’m… pacing, I guess.”

Bokuto pursed his lips. He had that look on his face that was reminiscent of their high school days, when he wasn’t sure if he had to be a team captain or a friend. Akaashi was grateful for the deliberation he took nonetheless. “Cold feet?”

Akaashi shook his head so fast iit nearly blurred his vision. The reaction inside him was almost violent, almost vehement. “No, no, it’s not that.” There wasn’t a world, a universe, or a reality where he wouldn’t want to marry the hell out of you. Everyone around him knew it. Bokuto knew it too, because he nodded like the answer was obvious, and crossed the distance between them in quick strides.

“What is it then? You wouldn’t go AWOL just before the ceremony for nothing.”

“It’s just,” Akaashi started, and then stopped. He raised a hand to gesture vaguely at his head, and then pointed it in the direction of the doors, where a faint hubbub came in even though they were closed shut. “Lots of people. It’s weird. It freaked me out a little to see so many people.”

Bokuto huffed a little, the sound good-natured. “Well, you both have a good number of friends between you. Family, too.”

“I know, I guess it’s just—” he looked to the ceiling, to his hands, to the walls around him. Akaashi had helped come up with the seating plan. He chose the centrepieces, the colours of the napkins. The little cards that rested on the plates were covered in your handwriting. “It’s overwhelming, I think. Everything used to be just, like, stuff in planners and 3D renders in our laptops. Now it’s actually happening.”

“I get that,” Bokuto nodded. They had ten minutes before the wedding started. “But it’s good, right? That it’s all actually happening. That you’re gonna get married, and that we’re all here to celebrate you.”

“It is,” Akaashi agreed. “I guess I just— it’s silly, really. I didn’t think about the amount of people that were gonna be here.”

“Akaashi, you helped come up with the guest list.”

“I know, I know! But it was like, all abstract you know? Like they were names on an Excel sheet. Honestly, I don’t think there were any concrete faces in my head besides like, the two of us, our families, and you. We were seriously considering just leaving the guest list at that.” He fiddled a little with the promise ring still on his finger. The band was plain silver, with a small blue sapphire in the middle; identical to the one on your finger, sitting underneath your engagement ring. You had given it to each other when you both graduated high school and wanted something solid. Something to say that despite the distance, the change of the seasons, that nothing would change. That you were his constant, and him yours.

“The blue reminds me of your eyes,” you’d said as you placed it on his finger. “It’s cliche as shit, but it means it’s ours. That you’ll always be with me, no matter what. And don’t lie, I know you’re a hopeless romantic anyway, right?”

Akaashi had only laughed. He’d been too happy to let the teasing get to him. He’d nodded, unrepentant, and kissed you hard after returning the favour and slipping the ring on your own finger.

“But in the end, we knew we wanted it to be something we could share,” Akaashi continued. “It’d make her so happy to see so many people celebrating us all at once. I wanted to give that to her.”

“And she wanted to give that to you too,” Bokuto pointed out. He gave Akaashi a look, something sly and conspiratorial in the arch of his smile. “She was whining to me last week over the phone that she was so close to just asking you to elope. But Keiji deserves something special, and who am I to stand in the way of that?”

Akaashi laughed, sudden and full-bodied and echoing. God, he thought, the fondness in his chest was heavy it could suffocate, so heavy that it was freeing. God, she’s ridiculous.

“God, she’s ridiculous,” he said, watched as Bokuto’s eyes turned knowing. He couldn’t blame him either— the words sounded too much like I love you.

“You’re both ridiculous,” Bokuto said, nodding his head as if the matter was final. “Now come on, we have like five minutes before you get hitched, and I gotta make sure she’s okay too.”

“Does she know I went missing?” Akaashi asked. The side doors suddenly opened, giving him a view of the altar, the scent of the flowers placed next to it drifting towards him.

“I think she knows you went off somewhere. She knows you better than you think,” Bokuto replied. “Thought she’d be nervous about it, honestly. But nah, she just shrugged. He needs some quiet, probably. Have I ever told you that you two are insufferable?”

Akaashi laughed. “Yes Bokuto-san. Many times.”

“Well, it’s worth repeating. You’re both insufferable and terrible and I’m begrudgingly very happy that you’ve found love.”

“Thanks. I think.”

“You’re welcome.

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You both decided early on that you wanted a procession, but you didn’t want the ceremony to start with Akaashi already at the altar, while you walked down to meet him. It felt weird.

“Feels a little bit like I’m meeting you somewhere and then taking this step, when really this is something we’re both walking into. This is something we both chose, and something we should arrive at together, you know?” You had said when you were both working out the details with your organisers, and Akaashi had agreed.

Your sister had suggested then that you both just walk down the aisle, and you had taken one look at each other and decided she was a genius, so you went with it.

Akaashi walked first, trying not to blush too hard at the raucous cheering of his friends that rose above the more appropriate clapping. His dad was walking with him, and when they both got to the altar, he had to fight to keep his smile from trembling.

“I’m so happy for you, son.” his dad said, had been saying as they walked. Over and over like a spell. “You’re going to make each other the happiest you’ll ever be. You already do.”

“We already do,” Akaashi repeated, and then leaned his head back to sniff. He wasn’t going to crack first. You would never let him hear the end of it. “We really do.”

Your bridesmaids went next— some close friends, a few cousins, family. Your sister made up the rear, the last to walk down before you and your father. She flashed Akaashi a grin so wide that he couldn’t help but mirror it. Both of your families had been nothing short of giddy as he met them in line for the procession. Everyone kept shaking his shoulders, you guys are getting married! You’re finally getting married! and all he could do was smile in return and gently swat them off before his coat became wrinkled.

But it warmed him straight through, to see them be so happy for him. Happy for you. Happy for the both of you. Even without meeting their eyes, Akaashi knew they were all bursting with excitement. Especially Bokuto, who was practically vibrating. It added to the joy that was already humming inside of him like a livewire, all alive and crackling like a fireworks display that just kept going.

The music kicked up again, an arrangement of the Nutcracker pas de feux for cello and harp, and Akaashi breathed in, big and slow and deliberate, through his mouth. He bounced a little on his feet. His heart was a paper airplane let loose in his chest, banging against bone and sinew and muscle, and Akaashi could hear each impacting thud in his ear, a drumbeat so loud he wondered how no one else could hear it. He felt Bokuto’s hand on the small of his back, his father’s on his shoulder. He chewed on his lip, felt the grin threatening to take over his whole face coming in the twitch of his cheeks. He sucked in more air.

The cheers rang anew, and Akaashi looked towards the doors. He didn’t even know when he looked away. Your sister stepped into position right by the altar, catching eyes with Bokuto with twin grins on their faces, and—

Oh. Oh.

You came into view.

Akaashi felt every last bit of oxygen leave him.

There you were.

Akaashi was in love. Oh, man, he was in love. He’d been in love for a very long time.

You were clad in a beautiful gown, a simple bodice that hugged you in the right places and the skirt flowing down just right, with a small train trailing behind. You looked incandescent. You looked like all of his dreams coming true, as you walked down slowly holding your father’s arm. You were smiling like he was, wide and almost goofy and a little tear-stricken.

God, he thought, and he breathed, and he felt his heart go even faster. God.

The walk felt unreasonably long this time, but soon enough you were in front of him, and Akaashi didn’t want to look at anything else now that you were here. He didn’t think he even could, he was sure of it.

“Hi,” you said, breathless and so achingly gorgeous it made the next three thumps in Akaashi’s chest feel painful. “Keiji, hi.”

“Hi,” he said back, in love and stupid with it. “My love, hi.”

Your father handed you off to him, crushing Akaashi into a tight hug and shaking hands with his own dad before the two of them left to sit next to their wives. Akaashi barely looked away from you throughout it, and you could only look at him too.

God, he thought, kept thinking.

The officiant began, something about love and union and the beauty of today. Akaashi let the words wash over him like cherry blossom petals, eyes on you, only ever on you, the most beautiful thing he had ever had the fortune of seeing; you, who somehow loved him just as much as he loved you.

God, he thought. You squeezed his hand, sending a ripcurrent through him and leaving him all clean. A vessel for nothing but warmth and raw feeling.

I love her, he thought. I will love her forever.

Later, when you’d kissed, truly and profoundly joined under law and faith and whatever else, you would whisper, lips still on his:

“God,” you’d say and Akaashi would catch the word in his mouth like it would be enough to keep him alive. “God, I’m going to love you forever.”

And then, Akaashi would hold you tighter, kiss you harder. The applause would ring louder, but it wouldn’t touch him.

Here, it was quiet.

[trannyctophiliac]

" i- don't understand.. "

sometimes, things are better left said in a different language.

- set in modern au, college -

{ no tws, just fluff }

character - thoma from genshin impact

" what language class did you take in high school? "

it was a random question to say the least. it was around 2am, the both of you scrolling through whatever while a random show played in the background. it got to that time of night that the both of you were on the verge on sleep but neither of you wanted to go to bed. it was like something under your best friend code that wasn't ever said, but knew that it wouldn't be broken.

" i took spanish, i don't remember shit from it though. i don't know how i passed thinking about it. you? "

thoma nodded and looked at you with a smile. " french. " you nodded and looked at your phone, seeming as if you were really trying to do something. he didn't think anything of it until he heard you trying to say something. something that would make his heart flutter even in his languid state.

" you know, je pense que tu es magnifique. "

his eyes widened and a blush flared up on his cheeks, while you gave him a dazy smile. he didn't know how to respond, you just called him pretty. in french. all because he took it. maybe it was how fatigued he was or how enchanting you were, but god did his heart start speeding.

" uh- je pense que tu es magnifique aussi. je t'aime beaucoup. "

his blush became brighter after babbling the phrase with much exhaustion. his yellow, messy hair poked up as he tried to meet your eyes. he got greeted with confused, doe eyes. you raised an eye brow and rolled yourself up to look at him.

" what does that mean? don't tell me you're calling me ugly in french. "

of course he wasn't. he wanted to say so many things. he loved your laugh when he cracked a joke. how you were so nice and sweet to everyone you met. he loved everything about you, a " magnifique " couldn't say it all.

" oh.. don't worry about it. "

oh did he want to tell you. he wanted to tell you that you weren't just a magnifique, you were parfaite et impeccable to him. he wanted to wait until he knew. until he knew you'd think he was goregous forever. maybe that would be tomorrow, maybe it'll be in a million years. he's willing to wait though.

trust him, he's willing to wait however long it takes to say it in a language youd understand.

[trannyctophiliac]

Zhongli, it's your present love.

Game: Genshin Impact Character: Zhongli

happy birthday mr zhong dong OH AND TY FOR 100 FOLLOWERS LMFAO I FORGOT

warnings: sub!zhongli, dom!reader oral fixation (m!receiving), PEGGINGGGGG, nsfw obviously could you tell, praise, size kink, orgsam denial, overstimulation

As much as Zhongli didn't have a care for birthdays, you couldn't help but spoil him to the fullest as a present. You knew his biggest kinks, inside out. And trust me, you'd use that information to your advantage. Which came to you on your knees, teasing his length that leaked of precum. His lip was bitten and his hair was disheveled. The little moans that came out of his mouth made the inside of your thighs wet. His thick length popped out of his boxers on your face and god, you loved it. You made small puppy licks before taking the whole thing in your mouth, making his eyes go wide and tear up from the pleasure. " A-Ah..- Fuuck.. " He looked so pretty like this: mouth agape with tears in his eyes from you deepthroating his thick cock until it hit the back of your damn throat. His hips slightly bucked, making you grab his hand and placing it on your head. Zhongli wasted no time gripping on your hair and pulling it, emitting moans from your throat. The vibrations went straight to his dick, and you could tell he was close. His moans got higher and the way he bit his lip to conceal them, it was obvious. Which is why you got off him, wiping your lip and getting up from the floor. " You're doing so well lovely.. So pretty like this, y'know? " He felt confused, looking at you with tear filled eyes. You sat yourself on his dick, taking it all in one go. As much as he wanted to take control, he couldn't. He was already so close and being around your tight walls made him want to release even more. " Does that feel good baby? " You rolled your hips and the moans that left his mouth might as well anwser your question. You started going faster and honestly, you were surprised he hasn't came yet. " C-Can I cum..? P-Please.. " Seeing him beg could've made you cum on the spot.

" Go ahead hun.. It is your birthday present after all. "

[trannyctophiliac]

Coming Home After A Rough Week

Game: Genshin Impact Character: Diluc

warnings: sobbing, passing out, insecurities, bruises, comfort for it all im not leaving yall hanging i swear

i actually hate this with a passion but oh well

seeing you walk in, he almost jumped out of his skin. you looked like a mess, let's be honest. you've been out for a week, doing commissions and endless favors and quests for other people and you hardly had a break. you couldn't take care of yourself and everyday you felt closer to giving up. he walked- no, bolted through your staggering figure, holding your waist with one arm and your back with the other. you almost passed out at the feelings of your husband's arms around you after the week of hell you've experienced. diluc's eyes ran all over your body, seeing all the unkempt bruises from simple things that you probably wouldn't have struggled with on an average day. " hi baby.. how's it going, hm? " your voice came out as a whisper, maybe a breath honestly. you passed out just from pure exhaustion in his arms, soft snores emitting from your throat. he'd pick you up and bring you over to the couch he was doing his work on, never leaving you out of your sight. when you woke up, he was just doing his work. he was always a hardworking person, but when you compared yourself to him? you felt as if you did hardly anything, no matter how much you pushed yourself to do so. you wearily pushed yourself up and propped on a pillow, in which diluc noticed immediately. " do you need anything lovely? " you didn't even notice your tears until a panicked expression engulfed his face and he was at your side. " itll be alright, don't worry hm..? " you threw your arms around him, in a attempt to ground yourself while getting his shirt soaked with your tears. you were tired. felt hopeless. your mind spinned with all these insecurities and swelled in overexcretion. a soft kiss on your forehead brang you back, as diluc began to speak. " youve done well. youre such a strong person and im proud of you. " you looked up and he smiled. a soft gentle smile that just make you hold on to him and cry harder. he rubbed your back and hummed a melody his late father would always sing for him growing up. you felt your tears dry and your eyes getting heavy. the last thing you heard before you fell in a deep sleep was:

" rest now lovely, you've done more than enough and im proud. "

[trannyctophiliac]

How He Celebrates His First Christmas With You

Game: Tears of Themis Characters: Artem, Luke, Marius, and Vyn

its the christmas time... YK WHAT THAT MEANS AAHAHHAHAHA

warnings: none, just fluff for the holidays

hes a whore for domestic christmases. making gingerbread cookies, decorating the house, music echoing the halls of his house, playing in the snow- it just makes it better with you here.

artem would introduce you to his customs, hoping to not bore you with the details. if anything, you were just intrigued by how everything went like a planner.

there's always a smile on his face no doubt about it. he gets so giddy having you there with him he has to go in the bathroom to take a minute to calm down.

on the morning of christmas day, when he stirs awake to see your sleeping figure, your breathing soft and slow. he pressed an almost hesitant kiss to your forehead, which you lazily opened your eyes softly.

" merry christmas lovely, i feel like i've gotten all my presents already seeing you. "

activities galore. im talking snow angels. sledding. making snowmen. hot chocolate while watching polar express. the whole shabang, you two are doing.

luke's hopping into different activities, its hard to keep up but the adrenaline rush make it all the more worth it. you two just wanted to have fun after all.

brunette's ecstatic. he's so happy having you experience his type of christmases. how action packed they were and how it just made his memories better.

after unwrapping presents, you two would cuddle up with your breakfast and hot coffee, watching yet another christmas movie. he just can't help to stare at how lucky and blessed he was.

" mmmm.. merry christmas honeyy.. best present i could of ever ask for.. "

an expensive little shit, especially since you're spending christmas with him. you'd go downtown, exclusive christmas plays, holiday parties, your treat. literally your treat.

everyday of december, you two are out doing something. anything for that matter. as you're not used to it, its still enjoyable nonetheless and you feel like a queen to his king. how ironic.

he, on the other hand, wants to spoil you like his life depends on it. he loves the smile that dances on your face when the actors moved so elegantly like silk fans.

while seeing you shake him softly with big puppy like eyes on christmas day, he pulls you back in bed and showers you in kisses.

" well merry christmas to you too baby.. is this my first present of the day? "

i feel like it's more of him following your traditions, he doesn't celebrate very lively as everyone else. maybe some decorations in his office and thats about it.

youd take him downtown, where all the lights shimmered and shined like a mystical fairytale, in which you two were the main characters. all the music would echo through the air, its a classic favorite by many.

vyn enjoys the scenery, don't get him mistaken, but he enjoys you a whole lot more. he's watching how your eyes light up from the big tree that glistened with rainbow lights in the middle of it all.

he wasn't a morning person, but when he woke up and saw you cooking breakfast in the kitchen while waiting for him, he might as have all the energy in the world.

" merry christmas dove, seems like ive already gotten my first present. "

[trannyctophiliac]

" Indulge me.. will you? "

Game: Genshin Impact Character: Kaeya

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE IM A LITTLE TARDY IN WHICH I APOLOGIZE BUT HERES THIS FLUFF A LITTLE ANGSTY BUT WHO DOESNT LIKE A LITTLE PAIN IN A WHILE Warnings: Maybe a little spoilers for his past? thats it though LMFAO

im 4 days late im so sorry

hand in hand, you walked around dawn winery with your husband. he was- unusually quiet despite his more flirtatious and lighthearted personality you're more accustomed to. " love? something the matter? " you said in a soft, hushed voice, as if you didn't want anyone else to hear despite you two being alone. he looked down at you and gave you an apologetic smile, laced with insecurity and sadness. " no, nothing that should concern you. im sorry, am i being too boring for your taste? " he teased, but you knew it was him being genuine. somewhat. you stop him infront of the winery and just took it all in. the grape vines tangling against the oak wood posts. how the sunset orange glow illuminated the windows and made them shine. when you looked up at him once again, was he.. tearing up? his eyes looked glossy, as if he was fighting back tears. before you could react, he pulled you in a embrace. not his usual embrace where it had a bit of playfulness to it. it was warm. comforting. serious and showing how much he cared. you combed through his long silky blue hair, his embrace feeling like you two were the only people who existed. " i love you. " although it was a small gesture, he'll never forget it, it meant the world to him and more.