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Bitter Eclipse # i. toge

↳ Inumaki would've offered you a sip of his coffee ages ago if he knew what came next.

pairing: inumaki toge x gn!reader

genre: fluff, non-jujutsu!au.

warning(s): obnoxious prose.

word count: 1.5k

author’s note: edited this in between study sessions lol but hello inumaki nation!! i hope he's doin okay... wherever he is...

Inumaki knows the question poised at the tip of everyone’s tongue when he first meets them. Rarely are they ever upfront about it in the beginning, but by the third or fourth encounter, the words slip past their lips and fester in the dust moted air with a life of its own.

“So, what’s the deal with the mask?”

Their shoulders always slacken, chests falling, as if their curiosity had swelled so ponderously that just uttering these words bring them reprieve.

But they are never satiated by his answer—his lack of one, because Inumaki has no justification.

“Is it a hygiene thing?”

He was reared to uphold a minimum standard of cleanliness in the Inumaki household—not that there were any stringent rules regarding the practice, more a sitting down and scolding to when he wore shoes inside or forgot to store his toys away—but he isn’t particularly scrupulous about sanitation.

“Is it a self-esteem thing?”

Sure, he’d been riddled with insecurities as a teen—what teen wasn’t? But he’s in his twenties now, and though he’s still plagued with a few doubts, Inumaki isn’t so beleaguered by them he’d shroud half his face in fabric.

“So, what is it?”

All he always offers in response is a non-committal toss of his shoulders.

Then, their question sprouts fangs, grows talons, cultivates a blood-lust tailored for an ‘acceptable’ answer because a shrug isn’t one. But—reluctantly—irrespective of all these phylogenies, their interest retreats into whatever dingy fissure it came from and lies in wait for another time. Momentarily, at least.

They nod and say ‘Ah’ as if in understanding, but he knows they want a better explanation. Maybe they think that if they wait long enough, their patience will be rewarded. That maybe Inumaki will reveal the deep, dark secret behind his mask if they become good enough friends. This never happens.

Inumaki has no grim ailment behind his decision. He wears masks because he likes them.

He’s not upset by the intrigue; it’s reasonable. So because he knows people inevitably cave in to their curiosity, he’s made a game out of it. He’s no hedonist, but thrills are scarce. Who would he be to reject them?

The game: How many meetings will it take until the fabled question arises?

Current record: 37.

Current record holder: you.

No, scratch that. The current record is 38, including right now.

“So, what did you think of the movie?” you ask, swaddled in a puffer jacket and scarf, breath pluming in cold wisps before you.

Inumaki shrugs and leans back into the decaying wooden bench, running his nail along his paper cup of coffee, the sides ridged with crests and troughs.

You tip your head back, eyelashes glimmering with moonlight. “It was boring, huh?”

A hum of agreement resonates from the well of his throat, and you smile. You take no offense to his reticence. Most people do, and he doesn’t blame their frustration, which makes patience—from his friends, from you—all the more appreciated.

“At least the desserts were okay, right?”

He nods and takes a sip of his coffee. A cat café hadn’t been a part of the itinerary, but with tongues waxed by cheap popcorn and bitter disappointment, the tabbies and persians lounging by the window were impossible to resist.

Inumaki hadn’t minded, especially since you’d asked for a taste of his strawberry tart and leaned forward, mouth open, instead of plucking the fork from his fingers. When he’d fed you, heat simmered in his abdomen. You’d haloed with a smile and hummed at the sour tang, the indulgent cream cheese, pleased. It was cute. You were cute.

If someone had been watching, would they have mistaken you two as a couple? He wasn’t opposed to the idea.

Now, he tips his coffee towards you in silent invitation.

“I can have some?” you ask, eyes flickering from him to his drink.

Inumaki realised months ago that you like sharing your food. He’s not the type to—he knows his own penchants well enough that he’s never tempted to try someone else’s order—but he likes the way you beam when he offers.

You take the cup, fingers grazing his. The sensation is something he finds himself yearning for recently.

He tugs his mask back over his face as you cautiously take a sip. It’s a gradual shift; you lower the cup, throat bobbing as you swallow, eyebrows pinched in the way Inumaki knows they do when you’re deliberating. Then, the corner of your lips are quirking, the apples of your cheeks raising, eyes crinkling, glinting as you grin at him.

“It’s really good!” you say, handing it back. “Not too bitter.”

He’s gone out one-on-one with you eighteen times now. They’re not dates, he’ll remind himself,  but he still frets over which outfit to wear and whether he’s worn it before every time. They’re not dates, but heat still pools in his cheeks when your hands brush together walking side-by-side, crescents carved into his palms as he digs his nails into them to curb the intensity of his emotions. They’re not dates, but he wishes they were.

Inumaki doesn’t know what possesses him. Maybe it’s the lucence of your smile, so sweet, so delighted, or the vestiges of warmth from the phantom touch of your fingertips, or the way moonlight limns you pearlescent, like you’re forged of it, spun from its finely woven threads, seeping luminescence into him, to embrace every inch of Inumaki down to the very bone.

Or maybe its the coffee foam rimming your cupid’s bow.

Whatever it is, he reaches forward—eyes trained to your lips, to how they’re parted, the carnation pink of your tongue peeking from behind gleaming teeth—and swipes the foam away, his other fingers cupping your jaw with a ghost’s touch. Your lips are plush beneath the pad of his thumb, and Inumaki has to physically rend himself from staring at the pliant give of them, from imagining how they would feel against his own.

He flashes the foam dotting his finger towards you as reasoning for his actions. You stare at it, at him, and he retracts, wiping the residue on his pants. Your index and middle finger hover over where he’d touched you, as if he’d left something behind: a mark, a burn, a crater.

Shit. He messed up. Inumaki messed up. He’d crossed an unspoken boundary and now the repercussions were going to sink its teeth into and devour him whole. He should apologise—

But before the words can manifest, your lips are pressed against his.

Everything, every sensation, every sound, smell, sight, engulfs him all at once. The cant of your head, the weight of your palm resting on his thigh, the redolence of your perfume, the rustle of your jacket as you angle your body towards his.

Insistent, soft, delicate, even through the material of his mask he can feel the velvet heat of your lips eclipsing his own; moonlight ephemeral, an iridescent fever, opaline and benevolent and intoxicating.

Then it’s gone, as quick as it came; a fleeting whisper, a promise.

You kissed him. You’d just kissed him. Through his mask.

“Thanks,” you whisper, breathless, as if you’d done it with fervour, as if he’d kissed you the way he’d been dying to, the way he’d been dreaming of for weeks.

The pressure of your hand against his thigh begins dissipating as you pry yourself away, intent on leaving him with nothing more than a sliver of what could be, what he’s craved for who knows how long.

Inumaki’s familiar with his tastes. He always knows what he wants. And right now is no different.

So he envelopes your wrist with his fingers, fixing your hand in place, feeling the thrum of your pulse as he yanks his mask down and leans closer.

Inumaki’s a man of very few words because he is of the philosophy that each one should matter, that they should mean something. And he’s never meant anything more in his life than when he whispers, “Again.”

Cold nips at his bare lips, the tip of his nose. It doesn’t matter. He can feel the heat suffusing from you, and he knows that it’ll be more than enough.

Inumaki is drawn to you like the tides, in umbra from the force with which he yearns for your opalescence, for you. He can taste it: the unbridled heat of your lips, the coffee melted on your tongue, the whipped cream from your dessert, the ardour of mingling breaths.

“Do it again,” he whispers, barely even that, but you’re so close now that it’s impossible you hadn’t heard, that you don’t feel the weight of it blanketing the two of you.

And when you do kiss him again, Inumaki himself wonders what he likes so much about masks.

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How do you think the Jjk would deal with a s/o who is super handy in building and creating things just from looking at an image once, like they literally throw out instructions to make the dining room table and just look at the box and when an hour is up the table is perfectly made and stable?

JJK WITH HANDY IN BUILDING S/O

1. Gojo Satoru: when he found out about this talent of yours, you just created a demon. He started to buy a bunch of materials so you can build all the crazy things that head of his is capable of imagining. He just loves to see you doing your thing and winning his long dream tree house.

2. Nanami Kento: he already thought that you were the best human alive, but now, oh now he knows that for sure. Seeing all the things you are able to build makes him so proud that he even takes pictures of the whole process with his phone. HE TAKES PICTURES WITH HIS PHONE. Period.

3. Itadori Yuji: he loves to help you. He wants to carry the things that are heavy just so he can use his strength. But that is all that is into it. When he starts to get in the middle of the crafting, God helps you. Instead of a bed you'll get a shelf. "ITADORI, HOW A BED BECAME A SHELF?". "WHAT?? Y/N THIS ISN'T A BED".

4. Fushiguro Megumi: another proud boyfriend here. He finds it so hot that you can come with anything just by looking at it. Although, he is slightly jealous that he can't do this. So you start to share your way of thinking with him and including him in the process. It became your thing.

5. Kugisaki Nobara: OH MAN!!!! She makes you build her entire furniture. She wants a big beautiful closet and a dressing table. She wants a bed that makes her feel like the queen she is. She even has a paste on Pinterest where she saves all the things she wants you to do. Another demon here.

6. Inumaki Toge: he likes to sit around while you are doing your thing. He loves to watch you doing it and how focus you become. Also, this little shit here, loves to hide your things specially your tools because he knows how much you cherish them. While you are crazy looking for them he has that stupid poker face.

7. Okkotsu Yuta: it doesn't matter how many time he sees the magic, every time he stands there in awe with his mouth open. LMAO. And you can't get enough of his reaction either, you find it so cute that you kiss his cheek to take him out of his shock. He always praise everything you build and tells everyone about it.

I LOVED THIS ONE!! THANK YOUUUU

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The Return

Nakahara Chuuya x Fem! Reader

A/N: This is.. sort of a sequel? I was thinking about it one night and decided to start writing out some of the ideas. This turned out to be fairly long, oops. Reader is still based off my oc for Bungou Stray Dogs. Zen is also my oc (an ability user). Reader doesn’t have an ability. Ending is kinda crappy but I didn’t know how to end it or continue it (and it’s already longer than I wanted shjdhjh). TW: minor swearing, reader and Chuuya say the f word. Light angst? Masterlist Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt3

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The bar is closed; it has been for a little while now. (Name)’s eyes are closed as she listens to the rain, thinking about what to do about her situation. She’s not alone in the bar; Shirase and Yuan are at a table near the back, and (Name) can feel their hesitance. She hears the chairs scrape against the floor as they stand, and (Name) opens her eyes.  Shirase walks up first, with Yuan right behind him clutching his coat. She schools her face into a neutral expression; (Name) knows a fair bit about the pair from listening to Chuuya recount his adventures in the sheep, bittersweet and reminiscent; and from Dazai’s few encounters. It’s enough to know that she doesn’t like the pair. 

“So.. you’re Chuuya’s-” Shirase starts, but (Name) cuts him off. “I’m his fiancée,” and the pair sees the ring glint in the low lighting of the bar. “Not that it’s any of your business.”  (Name) keeps her voice even and polite; but there’s weight to her words, and they know it. “Also, that’s Nakahara, to you. The two of you aren’t friends... And you haven’t been for a long time.” Shirase swallows under her gaze, nervous. (Name) wants to get this over and done with, before Chuuya comes down to check on her and her co-worker, Zen. (Name) is also tired; it’s been a long day and the sight of the pair entering her bar earlier made (Name) feel, well, more tired. And annoyed. 

“So this is.. your bar then? It’s nice.” Shirase offered, in a feeble attempt at small talk. (Name) watches them, noticing how Yuan stays behind Shirase silently. She knows she’s making them nervous. Fine by her.  “You’d be correct. It is, however, closed. I need to clean, so please, whatever it is you need to say, say it and leave.” (Name) doesn’t sugar coat her words; why should she? They can tell they’re not welcome, and frankly they’d made eye contact with her when the pair entered. (Name) preferred to get straight to the point, trying not to sound desperate. Her time is ticking. 

“I just..” Shirase trails off, wringing his hands nervously. Yuan clings to his coat more. “I guess I wanted to check on him.. see how he’s doing.” He finishes, and Yuan nods; (Name) doesn’t buy it.  “So you followed us.” It’s not a question. She watches as panic seeps onto the other’s face, and Shirase raises his hands in defense. “No! Not at all.. it was by fluke we entered your bar. Honestly.. even if I wanted to, he left too quickly for me to even consider it.” She studies him for a whole minute; and Shirase seems to shrink back under her gaze. (Name) let out a soft sigh. “True friends don’t betray each other.” She starts. "I suppose you feel guilty, hm? Coming here in hopes of seeing him, seeping back into his life like an unwanted parasite.”

Shirase blanches. Ah, that was his idea. Disgusting. (Name) points to the doors as her lip curls into a sneer.  “ We- we just want to apologize!” Yuan squeaks out. “We were wrong.. we see that now.” (Name) raises a brow, folding her arms again. “Why? What for? What’s done is done. You thrust Chuuya into a position he didn’t want to begin with, simply because of his ability. And then what? You stabbed him in the back because you were afraid. Afraid he’d turn on your group. People he loved, who he considered family.” (Name) kept her tone even, despite the fact it dripped with venom. “Chuuya doesn’t need you now, and he never will again. Personally, I don’t think he needed you in the beginning either; there’s just safety in numbers.” 

It’s not all true, (Name)’s just angry on Chuuya’s behalf. She knows what betrayal feels like. She knows Chuuya needed them at some point; and even if they weren’t on talking terms in the beginning ((Name) and Chuuya did not like each other, thanks to a certain bandage wasting machine), she could tell he’d longed for them. But (Name) also knows they brought more harm to him in the short amount of time the betrayal happened, than they ever did during the time he was with The Sheep. They were his family. Supposed to be, at least.  Only a year later after Dazai had defected, did they get to know each other and get along. (Name) had left the mafia soon after latter; there was no one to tie her there. Odasaku and Dazai were both gone. Kouyou kept in touch, but that was it. Regardless, (Name) had Chuuya’s back; she’d always had his back, even when they disliked each other. Now, nearly three and a half years later, they’re engaged. 

“Well well.. what might we have here?” (Name) masks the look of surprise on her face as she looks to the doors as Dazai saunters over. Shirase and Yuan physically tense up, their surprise not masked.  “A couple of rats, hm?” He smirks, amused. “What are these two doing here?” Dazai asks as he leans over the bar counter to press a kiss against (Name)’s temple. (Name) leans in to his touch slightly, glancing at them. “ Apparently they wish to apologize to Chuuya, and worm their way back into his life.” She answers plainly. His gaze sweeps over to them, “I see.”

Shirase and Yuan share a look, and he sighs. “Okay.. we’re just- we’ll leave.”  Yuan nods, “ We don’t want any trouble..” and (Name) fights the urge to roll her eyes as Dazai lets out a snort.  “Please. You mean you don’t want anymore trouble than you’ve already caused.” (Name) knows it’s true based on the way they tense up as Shirase herds Yuan to the doors. (Name) is moving around the bar to follow after them and lock up as she hears Chuuya call for her, concerned. Dazai clears the bar counter easily and heads to the staff door, and (Name) doesn’t miss the way that Shirase turns to look, hopeful. But she stares him down, fighting off the smile that wants to slide onto her face when she hears loud bickering coming from behind said door. (Name) locks the doors after the pair and turns to the commotion, seeing her co-worker Zen leave it with an exasperated look. He makes it to the end of the bar as the staff door bursts open again, and Dazai is darting out of it with a gleeful look painted on his face. Chuuya is right behind him with an angry expression. Oh. The younger took his hat again. 

“(Name).” Zen’s voice calls out, warning. “If you don’t control them, I’m going to slice them with my puppet strings.” It’s a false threat, and they both know it. The moment those silvery wires touched Dazai, they’d be neutralized. But she knows how he feels, she’s tired too. It really was a long, exhausting day.  “Oi, blockheads, that’s e-fucking-nough. Osamu, are you staying the night or are you leaving again?” (Name) slides in-between double trouble as her co-worker starts the clean up process.  “I’m only stopping by to say hello; we just picked up a big job that needs my full attention.” Is Dazai’s response. “I wanted to see you two since I was away for a decent amount of time.” It’s his honest answer; (Name) and Chuuya know this. But Chuuya huffs a snort and folds his arms. “Shitty Dazai, give me my fucking hat!” 

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It’s still raining half an hour later when they finish; and after Dazai returns Chuuya’s hat, and assists with clean up, he leaves with Zen who offered him a ride to The Armed Detective Agency. That leaves (Name) and Chuuya to retire upstairs. By now, it’s close to midnight, so the pair go straight to (Name)’s bedroom. Chuuya’s already in his pajama’s, so she changes as quickly as her tired body allows her.  Chuuya is already in bed when she turns around, illuminated by the fairy lights hanging from the ceiling amongst the fake wisteria. (Name) can’t help the fond smile that slides onto her face. He catches her stare and huffs. “What, do I have something on my face?” He’s trying so hard to keep his grumpy façade, but really it’s so hard when the love of his life is giving him such an adoring look.  (Name) is silent as she gets into bed, making sure to flop on her partner exaggeratedly. It elicits a chuckle from the ginger, and he moves his hand to slid through (Name)’s hair.  “Long day?” He asks quietly, and (Name) nods slowly, letting the tension ease from her shoulders. The rain patters against the window beside them comfortingly. “You don’t even know the half of it,” she mutters against his chest. “Rambunctious newbies.. a bar fight. Apparently a couple of people from rival gangs where within my establishment. Dunno how you slept through the yelling.” Tension seeps back into her shoulders as (Name) thinks about Shirase and Yuan.

She doesn’t want to tell Chuuya; she doesn’t know how he’d react. Would he even want to see them? (Name) didn’t want him to, selfishly. They hurt him, it’s a deep scar with phantom pains to this day, even if he doesn’t admit it verbally. (Name) just wants to protect Chuuya as much as she can.. even if it’s not very much. Chuuya watches his partner, sensing her uneasiness. So he prods for more information carefully. “Did something else happen? You’re all tense again..” He watches her shoulders sag a bit, and a soft sigh escapes her.  “I.. don’t want to say,” (Name) shifts slightly, frowning. “I don’t know how you’ll react, and I,” she pauses for a moment. “I don’t want you to be... upset with me. “ She finishes, shifting uncomfortably. (Name) won’t meet Chuuya’s gaze, and he frowns.  “ (Name),” He murmurs, reaching a hand up to cup her cheek gently. Chuuya heard the voices; he has a pretty good idea what she’s hiding. Chuuya tilts her head to face him, but (Name) slides her gaze to the ceiling instead. “Are you going to tell me? Or do I need to guess.” He asks, but (Name) remains silent. 

Chuuya pulls his hand away and moves back slightly, sighing. He can feel the bed shift as his partner squirms uncomfortably. “Let me guess,” Chuuya starts. “Shirase and Yuan were here, and that’s what you’re hiding.. correct?” Chuuya already knows he’s right, though. (Name) says nothing in return, and he sighs again.  Despite the rain hitting, the atmosphere had grown uncomfortable; for both of them. On one hand, Chuuya wasn’t even made that she was trying to protect him from them; he thought it was sweet, and she was right. He didn’t want to see them. On the other hand.. (Name) was hiding it from him, and he didn’t like that. 

“(Name),” He starts again, then pauses for a heartbeat. “We agreed to not keep things to ourselves. Secrets, feelings, etc. I know what you’re trying to hide, and I understand why you’re trying to hide it, but it’s.. a little upsetting that you’re trying to hide it from me. We need to have this talk now.” Chuuya finishes. Now, because if it takes any longer, he’ll actually start to get angry. He doesn’t like being angry at her. 

It’s silent for a heartbeat. Then, “I- It’s always Chuuya defending me when it comes to things. Big or small, violent or not. I don’t.. I’m not strong enough to protect Chuuya, I don’t have an ability at all, and I’m weak.” (Name) starts.  Chuuya can’t believe the bullshit he’s hearing, but lets her continue anyways. (Name) heaves a sigh before continuing. “When they came in this evening, I just- I felt annoyed. My.. my first thought is that they’d somehow figured out you were here, but then it turned out to be a coincidence. I felt that.. maybe I could protect you, if I knew what their intentions were..” (Name) trails off, making a face. “Not that their intentions are good anyways, as pure as they might have been.” 

Might have been, had Shirase not stabbed you, is left unspoken. Although Chuuya hears it regardless, and his heart clenches slightly.  “He.. no, they hurt you in such a way that.. the damage is irreversible. And I know it still hurts you sometimes, even now..” (Name)’s voice gets soft, as if she’s scared to let him know she knows. “It hurts that I can’t do anything to alleviate that pain.. and I knew if you’d seen them again that it would have a negative effect. I just want.. I just want to protect Chuuya too.” She trails off, eyes falling shut.  Chuuya sits in the silence for a little bit, pulling his partner closer to him. She relaxes under his touch, and that relieves him just the slightest. When he finds his words, Chuuya keeps his voice soft. “Well.. first off, I want to say that I don’t think you’re fucking weak, and what a load of bullshit that is. You are strong, physically and mentally. Everyone has bad days, that’s inevitable.” He pauses, to let it sink it. To be human, is left unsaid, but (Name) hears it all the same. 

“Also, you do protect me. In smaller ways, and earlier too, when you wouldn’t let them see me no matter what. Thank you, my love. I don’t want to see their shitty faces.” He kisses the top of her head. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the little things you did for me when we “hated” each other,” Chuuya snorts. “I heard the excuses you’d make to Mori when I was late for something, even if I wasn’t even with you. And if I didn’t hear ‘em, a certain... mackerel made sure I heard them.” There’s affection laced in his voice, and (Name) lets out a soft, embarrassed noise. “Especially if you somehow, no doubt that bastard told you, knew I was running late because I was tired after a job.”  (Name) looks up at him after a little bit, cheeks pink and gaze guilty. “..you don’t.. think I’m weak?” She asked quietly, hiding her face.  “No,” Chuuya kissed her forehead as he slid a hand through her hair. “You’re one of the strongest people I know, my darling. Stronger than me, or that Shitty Mackerel.” 

And really, if they shared a soft moment that contained some tears and insecurities, who would know? The atmosphere had softened considerably so, and the rain lulled (Name) to sleep, accompanied by Chuuya’s soft humming, and his gentle hand carding through her hair.  All was well, as it should be. And if he whispered how much he loved her, well, no one was there to hear. 

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Some more random BSD Headcanons

a/n - back wit dis, I’m inspired cause recent chapter was so good 😭😭

Fandom - Bungou Stray Dogs

Warning - brief mention of suicide cause Dazai

Atsushi once asked Dazai how often he changes his bandages and Dazai just grinned.

Atsushi now keeps a reasonable distance away from him

One time Fukuzawa and Kenji were stuck in the elevator. While waiting for the technical, Kenji gave Fukuzawa and Ted talk about plants.

One time Chuuya gave Akutagawa normal coffee instead of decaf and he swear he saw Akutagawa’s mind explode.

Port Mafia goes out every Friday to drink but can never agree on a place because Kouyou is picky.

Chuuya used to do Gin’s edgy hair when she was younger.

Chuuya also knows how to make Aku’s comfort food in case he has a bad day.

Gin buys Tachihara different patterned bandages to switch up his style.

The guild sometimes forget that they are the guild, a secret organisation.

Atsushi likes them weird ass pop-it fidget toys.

Kyouka wants a pet bunny but Atsushi is lowkey scared of them.

Gin once had to listen drunk Hirotsu complain and then recite the entire plot of lion king because Tachihara did the same to him.

Sigma thinks Nikolai is weird but doesn’t know how to tell him.

Nikolai thinks Sigma is weird but doesn’t know how to tell him.

Fyodor was once invited to Elise’s tea party where he saw Rashomon make a gallon animal for Elise.

The ADA hold competitions to see who can do the best Fukuzawa impression. (It’s Naomi)

Chuuya scolds Akutagawa for swearing by swearing at him.

Kajii has become very paranoid after covid and is scared whenever Akutagawa is near him cause he coughs too much.

Sigma is friends with old ladies from his casino.

One time Atsushi called Teruko a child and she nearly killed him.

Kunikida keeps a tally every time Dazai tries to kill himself.

Yosano made a tiny braid in Ranpos hair when she first joined ADA.

There’s a high chance that braid is still there.

Poe tries to ask Ranpo out but Ranpo always interrupts him.

No one in PM or ADA has seen Gin drink before and sometimes question if she’s underage.

Akutagawa got asked out by a civilian once when he was younger but declined cause he didn’t want to end up causing trouble.

He sometimes still things about them. (SHOULD I WRITE THIS⁉️⁉️)

Tachihara and Tanizaki are best friends and no one knows (except Naomi)

Naomi found out that the Akutagawa siblings run a gossip girl like page for ADA and PM.

Dazai frequently sends in submissions to the Akutagawas gossip girl page thinking it’s Fyodor who runs it.

Nikolai once called Fyodor ‘froyo’ and he wasn’t impressed.

Higuchi hates Dazai even tho she knows nothing about him.

Gin gave Higuchi a valentines present and then passed out.

Higuchi has a fan page for the Akutagawa siblings but Mori made her shut it down.

Hirotsu sometimes gets tired of being a single dad of two and goes on secret quiet walks.

Fyodor and Dazai text each other weird memes but like in a threatening calm way.

Kouyou likes bossing people around for no reason.

Akutagawa secretly reads YA novels.

Gin gets along very well with Kyouka and Kenji and takes them out for icecream whenever their paths cross.

Ango and Chuuya text each other about how annoying Dazai is.

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𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 : Haikyuu!!

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Sugawara Koushi, Akaashi Keiji, Kuroo Tetsuro, Atsumu Miya, Oikawa Tooru x fem reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Slight mention of eating in Suga’s, body insecurities in Kuroo, small time skip in every single one of them when you woke up, and fluff ♡

𝐀/𝐧 : Tough day? Try reading this! Perhaps it might boosts your day up a bit! </3

— Sugawara Koushi

He probably be a bit surprised to come home and find you dozed off on the table.

Sugawara knew that you must be very tired from work / school / etc. But he still definitely did not expect this.

Nonetheless, he would quietly stepped closer and put a blanket on you. And then tip toeing his way out to the kitchen to make you some dinner.

When you woke up to find a warm blanket draping over your frame. You can immediately recognized that Suga’s returned.

In the kitchen, he is standing with his back turned to you, silently preparing the food, you have to call out to him to get his attention.

He then smile at you and said, “Ah. You’ve already woken up? How bad, I was about to surprise you with a dinner. You still haven’t eaten yet, right?”

Giggling, you nodded. Although you didn’t say it out loud, Sugawara knows you appreciated him by the way you wrapped your arms around his torso from behind. Koushi smiled again at the sensation and relaxed into his s/o’s embrace.

— Akaashi Keiji

Like Suga, Akaashi will also cover you with a blanket as he finds you snoozing.

But the difference is. Keiji would stay with you.

He’ll get a small chair or something — just so he could sit beside you.

He will probably be reading a book or perhaps even sketching you!

If he chooses to read a book; he will gently hold your hand, occasionally caress it lightly with his thumb. Sometimes he plays with your hair too. Like running his fingers through your locks for example.

If he chooses to sketch you; first let me tell you this. Akaashi loves, and wants to capture almost every posture that you do. (If not all —)

Either way. His attention will instantly turn to you when you woke up, his orbs filled with care and tenderness.

“(Y/n)…” He whispered, afraid he might startled you, “You’re awake? Do you want some tea / drinks?”

Half asleep, you sleepily asked him when did he get here. In return, Akaashi’s lips will curve upward, mind thinking of how cute you look. “Just rest my love. Let me take care of everything.”

Without any further word, he gives you a quick peck or head pats before he went to make you some drinks.

And believe it or not, he also has that cute smile etch itself upon his face the whole time you were asleep.

— Kuroo Tetsuro

Oh boy.

He’s gonna be quite mad when he learned about this.

Would definitely grumble about how ‘if you want to sleep, you should sleep in a bed properly.’

Because he doesn’t want you to get hurt. *Cough cough* He also certainly does not want to listen to you yammering about the pain you feel in the next morning as well.

And as for that, our dear Nekoma’s captain will most likely carry you to the bed.

What? Are you saying you might be too heavy? Shut up. Don’t underestimate him, he’s strong and he’ll be even more mad if he heard you talked bad about yourself. (But right now you were asleep, oh wait I forgot —)

Okay okay, back to the story.

Once he’s taken you to the bed and has arranged you in an appropriate position. Kuroo would pause to observe you for a moment.

Involuntarily, he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before he could even stop himself.

Covering his flushed face with his hands, he smacked his head, shot you one last glance as he retreated back to the living room.

I personally think that Kuroo is somewhat shy & nervous when it comes to you (he blames you for being too adorable �� —). But he was able to hide it very well behind his cocky and teasing facade every time he’s around you.

Anyhow Kuroo will let you sleep while he went to do something else e.g. studying or doing his homework.

It’s of course quite disappointing when you woke up to an empty bed.

Sighing, you got up to seek for the sign of your boyfriend. He was probably be doing some work on the couch.

He’ll look up to you for a brief second, before he shoo you back to sleep, which you didn’t complain. ‘Cause this time, you have him in your arms.

— Atsumu Miya

Atsumu was totally at lost when he called out but received no response.

That’s weird. Normally you always call back and come over to greet him once he’s home if you’re not busy.

Till he walked around the house searching, he encountered you… in your current state.

Atsumu blinked.

You look so beautiful while you were sleeping.

He means — you always look beautiful. But it’s just quite rare to be able to capture your beauty this closely, without you noticing.

The man felt like he fell in love with you again and again as the more time he takes you in.

Ah… he wanted to carve this picture in his head forever.

And at that time, after some admiring sessions, that’s when an idea suddenly sparks his mind.

Miya quickly grabbed his phone, then proceeding to take loads of pictures of you. (Lmao — Told ya he wanna keep ‘em forever —)

He even put one picture as his homescreen. Since the lockscreen were already reserved for the picture he took with you on your first date.

Different from others, Atsumu will bring you a pillow, so he could lay your head on it, you wouldn’t hurt yourself, and he gets to take care of you, it’s actually a win-win.

Satisfied, his lips moved to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, while also mumbling a “sleep well princess.”

Atsumu would try to keep quiet the best he could. Although it might not go as he’s planned… there’s a high chance of you waking up due to him being too loud… Well — at least he’s tried!

— Oikawa Tooru

Tooru was looking for you for he wants some cuddles and affection.

And when he comes across you napping? He almost immediately threw all those thoughts away.

Oikawa would stare at you, smiling contentedly.

Shortly after, he ended up lying on the table right next to you, eyes never leaving your figure until he’s followed you into his own dreamland.

As you flutter your eyes open, you’re met with the sight of your boyfriend, tiredly rubbing your eyelids, you slowly come back to your senses.

His face was only some centimetres away, your cheeks heated up from the intimacy you’re in with him. Barely able to control yourself, you moved to got up; in hopes you could calm yourself down. But unfortunately, Oikawa’s voice interrupted you first.

“Hmmm?” He hums, making you flinch slightly.

Raising his head, a lazy smile started to form on his features the moment he saw you.

“Ah so you’re awake,” Said Oikawa, and while you were asking him why was he sleeping beside you —

The brown-haired man only laughed, “I was looking for my dear girlfriend. Was about to ask her for some cuddles, but it seems that she was sleeping, and I don’t want to wake her up. So I decided I will wait for my angel…” Oikawa paused for a minute, before adding, “Closely beside her.” He also gave you a cheeky grin once he’s finished.

Pursing your lips, you raised your eye brow. Soon after you open your mouth to say something, but Oikawa cut you off by giving you that famous puppy eyes + that endearing pout of his, the ones he knows you can never win.

Finally giving in, you sigh and open your arms, allowing him to hug you.

“Mmhmmm,” Oikawa hums again, “this is exactly what I wanted.”

Rolling your eyes, you snuggled closer and leisurely closed your eyes once more.

… A few more minutes wouldn’t hurt right?

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! ♥︎

- 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐚𝐦𝐁𝐚𝐦 🦢🌙

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may i request jealousy headcanons of diluc + jean and childe + ganyu? maybe someone getting a bit too ballsy and wouldn't take a hint/no from you and they become too creepy so the charas step in to help you out (and tell them you are taken by them)

I didn’t know you could get jealous

Warning -> mildly possessive/jealous character, overly touchy stranger* (grabbing wrist, holding waist, attempt to cup cheek, attempt to kiss) 

Character X GN Reader | Anthology 

Includes: Diluc, Ganyu, Jean

Diluc

Relationships rely on trust - and to be trusting is to allow oneself to be vulnerable, which, after everything that’s happened in his life, that’s a hard thing to accomplish 

It’s not that he intends to be overprotective or intensely jealous, he just can’t help the thought of you being taken by someone else - you’ve finally chosen him and there is a worry in the back of his mind that he’ll lose you too 

You were always friendly, he knew that when he first met you. For the longest time, he had no idea you were even capable of getting frustrated toward others until he caught you alone in the tavern and listened to your rant about a recent event that bothered you. It was nice, comforting almost to see the humanity in your veins and irritation on your face - in fact, he thought it was kind of cute. 

He knew that if push came to shove, you’d be able to handle almost anything on your own. Of course, he still worried about you when you went off on some dangerous expedition or tried to solve a difficult problem, but you always came back to him in one piece. 

It still didn’t sit well with him when people were being overly touchy toward you, in fact, he hated the thought of someone else’s hands resting on the skin he loved so much, but he knew how to keep his jealousy under wraps … or so he thought. 

He wished you well as the two of you parted at the city gates. The both of you had things to attend to - responsibilities never falter no matter how badly you want to put them off 

Several hours had gone by and Diluc still hadn’t heard from you. Wondering if you had gotten caught up in something, he figured it would be good to check in and perhaps offer you some assistance

Making his way to the Adventurer's Headquarters, he caught sight of you walking (or trying to) down the short steps to the courtyard. He couldn’t help but notice the person following after you, the way their hands reached for your wrist, how they pulled you back and attempted to touch you in places that didn’t belong to them 

“Listen, I told you I’m not interested.” Your tone was distressed and slowly slipping to irritation as you pushed against their chest in an attempt to create space. 

“Just give me a chance - please?” They reached for your cheek, their fingers grazing your skin and the feeling made you even more upset than you were before. “I know I can treat you the way you deserve to be treated.” They moved in to strike, their lips pursed and, in a desperate attempt to get away, you stumbled backwards down the steps. 

Slipping from their grasp, you flung your arms out to catch yourself but when you ran into something sturdy and warm, you immediately reacted to see what you collided with. 

“Diluc!” In surprise and relief, you dug your fingers into his arms, the arms that caught you just in time. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, his voice more strained than normal, but the touch he offered you was beyond considerate. 

“Yes, I’m so grateful you’re here actually.” You nearly melted into him when his fingers grazed your cheek, his thumb running over the skin as if he were wiping something away. 

“Are you okay?! Did you twist anything or --” You heard their voice grow as they made their way toward you but when Diluc’s arm moved quickly away from yours, you turned to investigate. “Hey … that kind of hurts.” 

Diluc’s gloved hand gripped their forearm, you could sense the level of pressure he was giving from the way the fabric of their shirt bunched up underneath it. “It’s discourteous to touch others without their consent.” His voice seemed deeper than normal, angrier. 

“Take your own advice then.” They spit back and with a huff Diluc released them, his fingers curling into a fist as his arm settled at his side, the hand resting against you seemed to grow in temperature. You’d never seen him this angry before and you wondered if something happened while the two of you were separated. “You should probably let them go too … I’m sure they don’t want to be handled by someone like you.” They spoke again, wringing and fussing with the fabric of their clothes. 

You looked away from them and toward Diluc, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed, but he still looked like the man you loved. He must have felt your gaze because when he tilted his head to look down at you the fluttering in your heart grew with intensity. “I don’t mind … I mean, if you want to touch me I d-don’t um …” You felt your face heat up and quickly you averted your gaze; you wondered if your embarrassment could make holes in his jacket. 

The feeling of his fingers running over your ear only made yours desperately search for anything of his to hold onto. It was the most public display of affection you’d gotten from him, maybe ever, and the openness of his display made your legs shake. He pressed against the bottom of your chin and pulled your head to face away from him and the last thing you saw clearly was the expression on the stranger's face as Diluc’s lips pressed against your cheek. 

“A-are you two a … couple?” They asked, shocked and stutteringly. 

“Yes, and I’m not one to share my things.” Diluc’s voice shook you to the core, his deep, serious tone dripped into your ear as he spoke - he must have been looking directly at you because your ears were practically on fire at this point. 

“.. F-fine, whatever. I’m sure it won’t last anyway.” They didn’t stick around to hear a reply and, before long, the two of you were alone. 

It was silent for a while, the sound of the wind the only noticeable thing until the final straw was added to your already overworked body. 

“Y/N?” He loosened his grip but with the calling of your name made your legs give way, luckily, he quickly caught you before you hit the ground. “Ah -- what happened?” His normal tone had returned, the intimidating and powerful voice gone and replaced with the sweet one you knew. 

“I - uh, you were d-different back there and …” 

“Oh, I apologize if I scared you.” 

“Nope, didn’t scare me …” He looked at you, eyes scanning as he tried to understand what was going on, and then it clicked. The quickness of your breath, the way you were fanning your face and holding onto him so intensely, the shyness of your eyes … it clicked. 

Coughing and covering his mouth with the back of his hand, he averted his gaze and hoped his cheeks didn’t give away his embarrassment. “I-I’ll give you a minute, should I back away?” You shook your head and the pounding in his heart grew. He felt relieved that you weren’t afraid of him, but now he had some other issue gnawing at the back of his mind, though that would be a matter to address in private. 

Ganyu

Sweet, precious thing - she has no idea what jealousy is in the first place 

The level of trust and understanding - or maybe misunderstanding, miss-noticing? - that this girl is capable of - she’s a cinnamon roll and has no ill-bone in her body 

Still, she cares so deeply for you and always wants to make sure you are comfortable in any situation which means she’d take notice if you were upset or stressed about something 

Ganyu loves to watch you work through problems, find answers, and come up with the best way to move forward. She’s motivated by your work and knows that when things get challenging you’ll figure out how to overcome it. It’s one of the reasons she fell for you. 

She never noticed or paid much attention to your interactions before. Most people were respectful to you, they listened to your knowledge and advice, they were there to get assistance and you were there to provide. A hug or kiss on the hand were common practices by the people of Liyue - a sign of respect and appreciation - so it was never a cause for concern. 

Until … 

She had been working forever it seemed. It was a nightmare to get all the documents in order, but she had made a contract and wasn’t about to let it go unfulfilled 

So when the clock struck well past the hour, she found herself in a tizzy to wrap up her work and head out to find you -- it wasn’t unlike you to go to one of the local nighttime hang-out spots after work. You explained it was a way to impress the patrons and perhaps get information that could give you a leg-up in the future 

With a sigh, she stacked all the items into their respectful locations before working on cleaning the inkwells and pens. It was a common routine but today it seemed to take longer than normal. When she was finally free, she bound down the steps toward the places you typically would be found. 

The nighttime air was lovely, warm but held a cool chill from the ocean waves. It didn’t take her long to find you, since most of the city was open-air seating, only the fanciest restaurants were held indoors. It was your laugh that drew her in, it drifted down the red steps in lovely melodies - for the hundredth time, she wondered if you weren’t also an adeptis with a laugh like that. 

“You are very kind, but I’m going to have to decline.” Reaching the top of the steps, she was you in the corner and was able to quickly pick up the conversation as there weren’t very many patrons out tonight. 

“Come on, I can make it worth your while.” Their hand reached for your waist but you dipped out of the way. 

“I’m really not interested.” Your smile seemed strained, she’d never known you to have that kind of smile before. 

“Don’t be shy, I’ll be fun - if we leave now I can --” 

“I said, NO.” All pleasantries were dropped and the ease of mind that Ganyu normally inhabited suddenly slipped. Her stomach flipped, her mind reeled, and her body moved on her own. 

With a loud clatter, Ganyu pushed her way in between the two of you. Her hands thrusting against the stranger before quickly wrapping around your body and yanking you backward. “No touching!” She shouted, and in an instant the chatter on the balcony stilled. 

“Ah-Ganyu??” You asked confused, hands resting against her arms as she held onto you protectively. 

“T-they told you no, so … so …” Her face was hard to see, but you could tell from her voice that she was starting to get embarrassed. 

“What in the world -- who are you?” They reached for a chair that had been knocked toward them in the outburst, their frustration apparent as they shoved it out of their way. 

“I’m -- we’re -- they’re mine, you can’t have them!” She finally burst, the build-up so shocking it was like she released an explosion of cold air around her. 

“The hell?” 

“I told you, I’m not interested, I’m already in a relationship.” You tapped Ganyu’s hands and helped her stand straighter, but she didn’t let go of you. Both of her hands reached for yours and cupped them protectively like you might slip from her fingers if she didn’t hold on tight enough. 

“Seriously!?” They shouted, rather rudely and drew more attention than you wanted. 

“Yes, now - let’s go Ganyu.” Quickly, the two of you made your way down the steps and away from prying eyes. She didn’t let go of you the whole time and any time you got too far away she sped up to stay close. When you were finally alone, or more alone than before, you turned to check on her. “Are you oka--Woah!”

Her body collided with yours and immediately your heart began to pound in your chest. “I didn’t like that.” 

“Didn’t like what?? The confrontation?” 

“No -- they touched you and … I don’t know what happened but … I didn’t want them to take you.” 

“Ar -- were you jealous?” The thought never crossed your mind, Ganyu being jealous!? It made you almost giddy but you did your best to keep it in. 

“I don’t know, I’ve never felt that way before.” You laughed and she pulled away from you, the expression on your face only increasing the level of joy in your body. “D-don’t laugh.” 

“I’m not laughing at you; you’re just cute.” Pressing your nose to hers you rubbed against it before placing a kiss on your cheek. 

“I didn’t like that feeling …” She said, eyes closed as she relaxed against your kiss. 

“It wasn’t intentional, but if you react like this … I might find ways to make you jealous again.” She wanted to protest, you could tell, but the cuteness of the evening had spilled into your heart and without holding back, you pressed a giddy kiss against her lips and laughed as she nearly melted in your hands. 

Jean

Proper, composed, logical - all of these traits and more help define the acting grandmaster but ever since you came into her life she’s had difficulties in finding those traits

When you come to visit her she becomes flustered, nervous as if she has no idea what do to

When you offer her affection she turns the color of Klees dress, if it’s unexpected she just might shut down for a moment until fully rebooting back to a normal 

It’s adorable and perfect, and there are desires in you to see just how out of character she can become -- teasing, flirting, or touching her just to see how shy she can get - but you often forget that she’s still a woman with capabilities far surpassing most 

She knows you, everything about you she’s learned from experiencing you, being next to you, watching you, and talking with you. She can read you like the back of her hand because it’s her job to know, it’s her responsibility to be observant. 

This means she can tell when you are in a positive mood, and even better, when you’re in a negative mood - if something is causing you distress she can easily find it and will make it a priority to address even if she already has other things on her plate. For those she cares about, for those she loves, she will tackle mountains if she needs to. 

She knows you’re capable of handling things on your own and there are times when she’s intrusted you with items she’d normally handle herself, but everyone has their weakness and she’s soon learning that you are hers 

It was one of those days where she actually found the time to patrol the city. Normally, she’d stay cooped up in her office until the later hours of the night only to fall into bed next to you. She’d expect the lecture in the morning about how she needed to rest, at this point, it was the way you showed her how much you cared for her wellbeing. 

“You’re always preoccupied with the stresses of others, if you don’t take care of yourself, you’ll be of no use to anyone.” You said with a huff, brushing her bangs with your fingers before crossing your arms again. 

“That’s why I have you? Don’t I?” She pulled you in, her hands softly caressing your waist as she examined your neck with her lips. 

“I can’t always … be there -- Jean, not fair.” 

The thought made her blush but her expert skills of controlling her emotions quickly turned off the physical response in her cheeks. 

The tightly packed streets were always comforting to her and quickly she walked through one of the smaller alleyways only to catch sight of you in the middle of a conversation with someone she didn’t really recognize. It wasn’t impossible for her to not know every face in Mondstadt, but it was uncommon. Her keen sense picked up the conversation long before she approached. 

“Did you not understand me? I said back off.” It was the tone of your voice that tightened the muscles in her body, the rarity of it making her more cautious. 

“I know you’re just being shy, it’s okay. I don’t bite … unless you want me to.” They took a step closer and you too one back not knowing that the wall was getting dangerously close. 

“I’d rather go out with a slime than you -- at least they can take a hint.” Your back collided with the wall and the sudden fear that flashed across your face told Jean everything she needed to know. 

Their hand pressed against the stone as they closed in on you, your hands pressed against them, and just when you were about to drop down in an attempt to flee, a hand landed on their shoulder. 

“Excuse me, but you are causing a disturbance and as the acting grandmaster I cannot allow this to continue.” She kept her tone even, even though the grip she placed on their shoulder was intense. 

“I’m sorry, who?” Their hand slipped from the wall, attention now falling onto Jean, and gave you just enough time to walk toward her. You’d seen her become serious, but you’d never felt the intensity of that now and as soon as you were safely behind her your eyes fell to the arm she extended to separate you and them. 

“Let me properly introduce myself. I am Jean, acting Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius. I do not accept ill-will in or outside these city walls.” 

“Okay, well we were having a private conversation …” 

“It seemed you were forcing yourself onto them, as a citizen of this city, and especially as my partner, I will not sit idly by and let you bring harm to them.” 

“What? Are you serious, the two of you are dating?” They asked, looking past Jean and to you, their arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed as if the notion was completely ridiculous.

“It’s true, I told you I was in a relationship.” 

“I thought you were just playing hard to get … what a disappointment, we could have had some fun.” They shrugged, clearly irritated by the news, but other than that they didn’t seem to push the subject. “I don’t need this anyway …” Quickly, they made their way down the alley before disappearing behind the tall buildings. 

One of the knights on patrol caught sight of the commotion and after Jean requested they follow after the person just to ‘make sure they didn’t get into any trouble,’ the two of you were left alone in the shade of the city walls. 

Jean’s attention was fixated on the direction of the stranger, her mind seemed elsewhere no matter how many times you called her name. Carefully, you reached to touch her face and without any resistance she allowed you to control her head. 

“Hey, come back to me.” You whispered, eyes concerned as they met hers. 

“I must apologize.” 

“For what?” Your hand took hers and the grip she had was more tense than normal. 

“I let my emotions get the better of me.” You chuckled and the shift in her expression only made you laugh even more. “What is so funny?” 

“I’ve never seen you calmer in my life! What do you mean you let your emotions get the better of you?” 

“Oh - was I calm?” 

“Yes, the ever calm and respectful Jean shows her face again.” There was a pause, a quiet moment as you tried to breathe through the laughter. Was it nerves, happiness, shock, you weren’t sure but even when her hand cupped your face you didn’t stifle the pleasant vocalizations. 

“I am glad you perceived me as calm because I felt like my heart was going to explode.” 

“Really?” You pressed your index finger to the corner of your eye to catch a joyful tear from falling and didn’t notice that she took a step closer to you. 

“Truly. I -- was unhappy at the closeness between the two of you.” 

“Were you jealous? Can you even get jealous?” She was so close, it was like you just noticed her, and with the wall pressing against your back once again, this time your heart beats for another reason. 

“It seems I’ve felt many things because of you. I’m not infallible.” 

“Could have fooled me.” You whispered until your voice was cut off by the lips of the grandmaster. 

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Albedo x GN! Reader

A/N: I’m dedicating this fic to my friend on AO3, who helped me brainstorm this while we were playing Genshin Impact. If you’d like to check her out, (Sugoi_Potato). I’m sorry if Albedo is ooc? I tried real hard, but I unfortunately don’t have him. I’m saving for him though! Special thanks to @redrose2900 for helping me when I got stuck, ilysm 💕 This fic is just fluff. Reader helping Albedo catch frogs for his experiments.  TW: None.  Masterlist ————-

Helping Albedo catch frogs was definitely something else. For one, he was struggling hard to catch them, and if he did manage to catch one, it slipped from his hands a second later. The near pout on his lips had (Name) utterly amused. In fact, (Name) had already caught a majority of the frogs that Albedo needed.  But watching him flounder around in the in the ponds around Mondstadt was too good to pass up.  According to Albedo, Sucrose normally did this for him; but he’d given her a week off because of a lab incident, and had felt bad for her. He’d been very happy to run into (Name) on his way to Dadaupa Gorge, and they’d been more than happy to help him too.

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Albedo x GN! Reader

A/N: I’m dedicating this fic to my friend on AO3, who helped me brainstorm this while we were playing Genshin Impact. If you’d like to check her out, (Sugoi_Potato). I’m sorry if Albedo is ooc? I tried real hard, but I unfortunately don’t have him. I’m saving for him though! Special thanks to @redrose2900 for helping me when I got stuck, ilysm 💕 This fic is just fluff. Reader helping Albedo catch frogs for his experiments.  TW: None.  Masterlist -------------

Helping Albedo catch frogs was definitely something else. For one, he was struggling hard to catch them, and if he did manage to catch one, it slipped from his hands a second later. The near pout on his lips had (Name) utterly amused. In fact, (Name) had already caught a majority of the frogs that Albedo needed.  But watching him flounder around in the in the ponds around Mondstadt was too good to pass up.  According to Albedo, Sucrose normally did this for him; but he’d given her a week off because of a lab incident, and had felt bad for her. He’d been very happy to run into (Name) on his way to Dadaupa Gorge, and they’d been more than happy to help him too.

So, here he was: soaked from head to toe, braids falling out, and sitting in the shallow water in defeat. Certainly a sight to behold of the Chief Alchemist of The Knights of Favonius. Especially with that small pout.  (Name) shook their head, stepping into the water to help him up.  “ Albedo, “ They called gently, leaning over slightly. “ Come on, let me show you. “ Albedo looked up at them after a moment, and gave (Name) a resigned sigh.  “ Okay. “ He stood up with (Name)’s help. “ You need to strip a little, or else you’re going to get a cold. “  Albedo turned his nose up slightly, giving a small huff, but listened regardless and shed his coat. 

“ Boots too, best let your toes dry out. Don’t want to get some sort of foot fungus. “ (Name) chided. Another huff as Albedo leaned over to unlace his boots, and (Name) snickered. Albedo made a soft, displeased noise but said nothing as he pulled his socks off too. He found that he didn’t mind the sandy texture beneath his feet, or how the water gently lapped at his toes with the gentle breeze. He let out a sigh he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding.  “ You should go take your stuff over to Dr. Livingstone’s little camp. I’m sure she won’t mind. When you come back over, I’ll show you my trick for catching frogs. Okay? “ They smiled at him. Albedo nodded after a moment, trudging up to where the said adventurer was.

Dr. Livingstone paid him no mind when he mumbled out the reason he was over there, and even had the audacity to laugh when he explained why he was wet. How rude of her, but Albedo couldn’t actually find it in himself to genuinely be upset with her outside of mild annoyance as he trudged back down to where (Name) was waiting for him. 

Albedo walked down to the pond, careful to avoid stepping on any small rocks that’d cause him unnecessary pain. His pickiness elicited a snort from his partner, whom was shin deep in water with their pants rolled up. “ Albedo, “ (Name) sounded exasperated. “ Come here. “  The alchemist obliged, giving (Name) a small smile, to which they returned full force. 

‘This is nice,’ Albedo thought to himself as he knelt down on the bank to grab his sketchbook, taking notes while he watched (Name) show him how to catch frogs. ‘I wonder how long this will last.’ He thought, watching his partner closely. 

“ Are you drawing?! “ Albedo jumped slightly. “ N-no, uh. No. I’m taking notes. “ He explained sheepishly. It was mostly true, because yes, he was technically drawing. (Name) move their hands to their hips.  “ Taking notes on..? “ They prompted, and Albedo let out a soft huff. “ I’m studying the way you catch frogs. I’ve made diagrams with little notes. “ It was a good enough answer for (Name), who’d spent the better half of five minutes ignoring his intense staring. 

“ Think you can do it now? “ They questioned, watching Albedo put his sketchbook down. He shrugged. “ Maybe. “ It was a good enough answer for (Name), who left the water and sat down on a patch of grass. He moved over to sit beside them, letting the waters calm and the frogs come out of hiding. They fell into a comfortable silence as Albedo surveyed the area. Mondstadt was a beautiful place, he felt lucky he got to experience it, but he wished he could share the rolling hills and piney forests with his master. Where ever she may be.  Albedo missed her, as cold and strict as she was. 

“ ..-bedo? “  He blinked, before turning to look at (Name). “ Hm? Is something the matter? “ They shook their head after watching him for a moment. “ You zoned out, I was just making sure you were okay. “ Albedo blinked, and then smiled at them affectionately. Sometimes (Name) reminded him of Klee.  “ I am okay, but.. thank you for checking. “ They nodded slowly, before the pair slipped back into a comfortable atmosphere. 

Albedo got up after a few minutes of relaxing. He didn’t exactly come here to relax, he had a job to do. (Name) watched him scoop up his sketchbook and flip through it. They watched as he nodded minutely to himself, setting it down, and making his way into the shallow water. Albedo moved through the water slowly, looking around for frogs.  It didn’t take Albedo too long to find a mud frog. (Name) watched him get into position, crouching slightly towards the water. They were intrigued on how this was going to go, and they wished they had a way to preserve the moment. 

Albedo moved forward slowly until he was within reach before reaching out and snatching the frog in his hands. He stood up immediately, clutching his hands to his chest. He looked at (Name), eyes wide in surprise. “ It.. It worked. “  They snorted, getting up. “ Of course it worked, silly, I’ve perfected my frog catching technique. “  (Name) walked over to Albedo, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “ Good job, I’m proud of you. “

Albedo blinked. Then blinked again, before his cheeks started to color. “ (N-Name)- “ He flushed. And then the frog wiggled out of Albedo’s hands and launched itself away. He spluttered, going to reach for the frog but instead tripping. (Name) steadied him, laughing.  He flushed in embarrassment, both from the kiss, and tripping. He surely looked like a fool in front of the object of his affection. 

(Name) smiled softly. “ Lets go home. “

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Perfect Day

Pairing: Venti x GN! Reader Warnings: none A/N: happy birthday to the #1 bard in the world :) Word Count: ~0.9k

Today was perfect. You’re angelic, he thinks. Eyes twinkling with delight as you look back at him and the setting sun casts a warm glow upon your skin, the weight of the day seemingly lifted from your shoulders. And when Venti watches you from a few feet away, he feels nothing but love and he wishes to pull you close and keep you safe from the monsters that plague this world. His chest tightens at the thought of you being harmed, but like the wind, it is quickly brushed away as you reach out, asking for his hand. The Archon indulges in your simple request, coming to stand by your side as you stare out at the ruins of Old Mondstadt. It’s the perfect day, he thinks.

“It’s so beautiful… if only we had some cider in hand.” He hums, green cape ruffling behind him. Venti was a man of many tastes and he looked for adventure around every corner. He was a man who could spin tales of gold from his words and play music with his lyre that could bring anyone to their knees. With eyes of blue and green, he teased his friends endlessly, a gentle breeze accompanying him wherever he went. But when Venti was with you, it seemed as if his smile grew tenfold, his words dripped like honey onto silk, declarations of love and affection spilling from his lips as he giggled at the sight of your flustered expression. Hands intertwined and a ballad spilling from his lips, you let the green clad bard drag you from place to place in Mondstadt, pointing out the significance of flowers and certain monuments in Mondstadt. His energy was never ending, but it was something you would always appreciate about him. From the highest peaks of Stormterror’s Lair to the depths of Daduapa Gorge, Venti’s bright grin was enough to make you forget about any worries that might plague you.

But now, as your lover held your hand while you both stared at the ruins of Old Mondstadt, Venti was silent, lost in thought of memories. He reaches up with his free hand to take off his beret and grip it lightly in his hands, staring down at the cecilia that has remained forever pinned to the side, a reminder of the bard whose memory he cherished forever. You watch as blue-green eyes flutter shut for a moment, an Archon grieving the loss of his friend.

“He would be proud of you.” You said quietly, trying to gauge his reaction. Venti looked over at you with a nostalgic smile as he fiddled with the flower in his beret. You were a blessing in his life, one that he wished to cherish forever. Venti knew that if he could, he would write thousands of poems and ballads about you, showcasing his endless love for the one who brought joy into his life. Taking his silence as an approval to continue, you pulled out a small box from your bag, offering the tightly wrapped gift to the Archon. With raised eyebrows and a bashful smile, Venti gently took the gift from your hands, looking over it with curious eyes. He began to unwrap the gift and you felt heat rise upon your cheeks.

“You wear the cecelia on your beret as a reminder of your friend and I thought that maybe this could serve as a reminder that I… that I love you.” Your voice got smaller as you spoke hastily, watching as Venti gently plucked the windwheel aster from the box and cupped it in his hands. He stared down at it for a moment before looking back up at your shy features. A smile grew on his face as he held out the flower to you and bowed slightly.

“Will you do the honours, my dear?” You stared at him for a second before taking the flower from his hands and fastening it next to the cecilia on his beret. You let your hands linger there for a moment before you pulled away to admire your handiwork. The windwheel aster had been enchanted by Lisa after you had approached her with the idea of the gift. After much teasing and her cooing over your flustered expressions, she quickly fulfilled your request and sent you off with a wink and even more teasing remarks.

“Happy birthday, Venti.” You watched as he raised his hand to fiddle with the flower. Warmth filled the Archon’s chest as he felt both flowers next to one another. Your gift was small, but it was the best gift you could have offered him. Without warning, he moved forward quickly and pulled you in for a tight hug, burying his face into you as he held you close, trying to memorize every single thing about you.

His voice was slightly muffled, but you could still hear him mumble, “Thank you, my love.” He made no move to pull away, but you had no qualms with that, instead choosing to squeeze him tighter. For just a moment in time, both you and Venti didn’t need to worry about anything else in the world. It was just the two of you, locked in a hug, without a worry in the world. There was no need to think about anything else, just the want to indulge in one another for just a bit longer.

And though Venti was known for parties and revelry with friends, it was moments like these that he appreciated the most. With nothing but you and the wind to keep him company while he didn’t have to worry about the world around him. It was a perfect day indeed.

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I don’t know who needs to hear this but if you’re a self shipper who has villain F/Os, you’re absolutely allowed to imagine them being soft and nice just for you.

Who cares about “out of character”? Self shipping is for yourself. As long as it makes you happy, pay no mind to anyone else. You’re not hurting anyone with this type of interpretation of a character.

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Human Emotion

Xiao x Fem! Reader

A/N: This is sort of more of a drabble for Xiao from Genshin Impact than a full out one shot. It’ll probably be kind of short, so I am sorry for that. I’ve got a few more ideas that I’m working out for some Genshin characters, and two ideas I’m slowly working on for Inumaki and Fushiguro from Jujutsu Kaisen. Reader is part illuminated beast like Ganyu and Yanfei, except Xiao doesn’t know that in the beginning.  TW: mild angst? yes, but happy ending. Masterlist

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Falling in love, feeling; it was a human concept, one Xiao did not care for, nor had time to consider. So... when he found himself falling for a human girl, he was.. well, Xiao certainly was not pleased with himself. Human lives are so short and fickle. They were weak compared to himself, an adeptus- blink and they’re gone. So when he fell in love with (Name), a human, he was surprised. Xiao felt lost- what was he to do? To say? But his mind argued with him. You’ll live longer than she will, it reminded him. Better not to love at all, it said. You’re not even human, anyways. Tch. As if Xiao needed a reminder that he wasn’t human.

And so he listened, regrettably. Relying on memories of their interactions- and whenever he was unable to avoid her- to fuel him. So... when the news reached him that (Name)’d been in some sort of accident, Xiao felt.. numb. Morax gave him a sympathetic look, but Xiao couldn’t bear to listen any longer. Instead, he left to wander Liyue in its whole, ignoring the guilt pooling at the bottom of his stomach. He’d never felt so lost, not even before Morax. At some point while he wandered, Xiao learned that the saying was, in fact, "Better to have loved, than to not have loved at all." If he hadn’t a reason to dislike himself before, he certainly had one now: letting (Name) go was his biggest regret.

Of course, as an adeptus, human life was no more than a second, and many, many years had passed since then. Now, he took residence at the very top of the Wangshu Inn, where he was able to reside in privacy and secrecy. Still, not a day went by that she wasn’t on his mind. Xiao could still clearly see the smile on her face when he walked over to her. He hated the way his heart clenched painfully when he thought of her. She’d been strong, hadn’t she? How could she have been taken down? He felt bitter as he gripped the railing. Xiao felt foolish- he should’ve known it’d end bitterly, should’ve known it wouldn’t last, shouldn’t have been-

"Xiao?" He heard Verr Goldet behind him. Of course it’d be now. He turned to face her with a neutral face; she’d just be worried about him otherwise. "What." he questioned, in what he hoped wasn’t too much annoyance. "There’s someone downstairs asking for you," she replied with a secretive smile, as if she knew something he didn’t. Xiao narrowed his eyes. She did know something he didn’t- people don’t exactly go around asking for the Vigilant Yaksha, after all. He turned away- it was probably the Traveler, again. If they needed his help, he was content in aiding them; after all, they had done Liyue such a service. "Send them up, then," Xiao stated after a moment of silence. Verr didn’t reply- her footsteps instead drifted off to the stairs.

He inhaled slowly, exhaling as slow through his mouth. Seeing the Traveler would do him some good, he figured. It’d been a while since they’d gone back to Mondstadt- they were the Honorary Knight, after all. Perhaps they could go down to the kitchens for Almond Tofu before they left. That would be nice. Xiao wouldn’t admit it, but he was curious what they needed this time. But perhaps- "Xiao," a soft voice called. He didn't think there had ever been a time he’d turned around so fast. At that moment, Xiao vowed to himself that he was never letting (Name) out of his sight ever again, no matter what. He couldn’t stop the genuine smile that graced his lips, nor the tears that welled in his eyes. Human emotion was such a fickle thing, really. He didn’t remember the last time he cried- was there ever even a time he did cry? And why was he crying, when he felt so genuinely happy? He’d never understand, but really, Xiao figured that was fine. All that mattered was that he had (Name) again, and- were those horns? He blinked through his tears. Now that she was closer, he could see little branch-like horns stick out, hidden mostly by her hair. Everything made sense to him now- how could he have been so blind before? He pushed those thoughts from his mind, instead embracing her. It’s all they needed: a long time spent together alone.

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I just realized I forgot to go through all my fics and update the master list fjsnsjdh I'll do that when I wake next oops

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Fluff! I love fluffy stuff and domestic settings, so expect a lot of that. 

Mild angst with a happy ending. I can’t do sad stuff because it makes me sad. 

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Dark content - however I do follow dark content creators, and will gladly send you in their direction if that is your cup of tea. 

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Attack on Titan

Levi Ackerman - SM Part 1 SM Part 2

My Hero Academia

Shinsou Hitoshi - Quirkless Au

Beyond The Boundary

Nase Hiroomi - Afterschool (male! reader)

Bungou Stray Dogs

Nakahara Chuuya To Suribatchi City | Seeing Old Friends | Going Home | The Return

Dad Headcanons - Kunikida, Dazai, and Chuuya. When you join them on a job - Kunikida, Dazai, and Chuuya. Heartbreak Headcanons - Kunikida, Dazai, and Chuuya.  

What I think Kunikida is like in bed - NSFW

Genshin Impact 

Xiao - Human Emotion Albedo - Frog Hunting (Gender Neutral reader)

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Writing Prompt 1 Writing Prompt 2 Writing Prompt 3 Writing Prompt 4 Writing Prompt 5 - TBA His Scars Those Godawful Couches

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Hi everyone! You can call me Rose. I am a 24 y/o writer. I’m kind of shy, but I enjoy writing and putting out fiction for others to consume, even though I don’t write frequently. I am an Aries, and despite being shy, I am very friendly.

I am LGBTQ friendly, and I am a bisexual woman myself.

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The characters I will write for include:

Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Kunikida Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Xiao (Genshin Impact)

Albedo (Genshin Impact

I am always open to writing for more characters if you suggest them in my ask box. 

Things I’m considering writing for include: Jujutsu Kaisen.

(Edit: I've removed some characters simply because I haven't watched that show in a while! if you want to request someone from mha, I am still happy to take the character into consideration!)

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Heartbreak Headcanons

A/N: some headcanons for Dazai, Chuuya, and Kunikida reacting to finding you on their doorstep after being rejected/broken up with. No abilities. Gender neutral reader TW: alcohol mention for Chuuya, mentions of suicide for Dazai.  Masterlist 

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Kunikida Doppo

He.. didn’t really know what he was expecting when he found you on his doorstep late into the evening. Honestly, he thought Dazai had come to pester him.

So he took a little longer to get to the door. Upon opening his door, he immediately regretted not getting there sooner seeing your tear-streaked face. 

“ Sorry for arriving unannounced.. “ You hiccupped through a bitter smile. “ I.. didn’t know where else to go. “

Kunikida may not have been familiar with this type of situation, but you bet your ass he let you in and made you tea. 

“ Would you like to talk about it? “ He’d inquire while wrapping a blanket around your body. 

If yes, then he’d offer you advice and comfort, bring you tea and snacks. He’d try, and probably fail, to cheer you up, but it’s the thought that counts. After listening to what had happened, he also has a few choice words about it, and where the person who broke your heart could stick it. 

But if you wish to not talk about it, then he’ll simply enjoy some peace and quiet with you. Maybe tell you about his day, or just how pissed off he got with Dazai. 

Nevertheless, as long as you were smiling by the end of it, was all that mattered to him. 

He loves you, after all, and he’d do nearly anything for you. He’d offer you his spare bed and invite you to stay the night, and really? How could you say no to such a gentlemen?

If, for whatever reason that Kunikida comes across the person who hurt you, he will absolutely give them a piece of his mind, but he’d never resort to threatening. Regardless, that person will never look at you again.

Dazai Osamu

Dazai was most not expecting you on a rainy Thursday night. But the subtle knock at his door had him up and heading to the foyer of his little house. 

So imagine his surprise when he opened the door to find you crying, soaked from the rain, on his doorstep. His heart broke and immediately pulled you into a hug, taking a step back to close the front door. 

If you’re worried about getting him soaked too, don’t. Dazai will gladly be soaked with you just so he can try and make you feel better. He’d hug you tight and not let go. 

Wouldn’t make any jokes about committing with him; he knows he can’t joke about that when you’re in this state. Dazai wants you to live, if not for yourself, then for him. 

There’s no talking, you can’t talk. Your throat burns from trying not to cry but the words are just not there. He doesn’t mind though, he’ll murmur for you to take your time and hold you close, humming softly. You don’t recognize the tune, but it’s soothing. 

When you are ready to talk though, his front is just as wet as you are from the hug, not that he minds. 

“ sorry.. I got you wet too.. “ you mumble as you pull away. He shook his head, “ nonsense, you’re important to me. I’ll do literally anything for you. “

Is the most childish of the three, hands down. 

He’ll start cracking jokes to make you smile before he gets a set of clean clothes out for you, gently pushing you to take a shower and warm up, while he changes himself. 

Whether you shower or not doesn’t matter, because some how he’s already got snacks and blankets ready in the living room for a movie sleepover. You don’t question it. 

Once you’ve fallen asleep, he sends a series of threats to the person who hurt you. He’s up front about his past; Dazai has nothing to hide. And he makes sure the person knows it if they ever hurt you again. 

Nakahara Chuuya

Listen.. he’s got eyes and ears all over the place. He knew what was coming, he just.. wasn’t aware it would happen so fast. Chuuya didn’t have time to prepare. 

He didn’t expect you to show up at his flat at three in the morning. Your tears had since dried, and you just felt numb. You’d been dumped, and kicked out, and had no where to go. 

So.. the only logical idea was to go see the angry redhead. You thought for sure you’d be in for a lecture but.. when Chuuya opened the door, the confused look he had only fell. 

Seeing the state you were in hurt him. Wordless he reached forward and gently grabbed your wrist, tugging you into the darkened apartment. 

“ ..I don’t have anywhere to go.. “ you mumbled. Chuuya hesitated for a moment, turning to face you as he raised a brow. “ You mean to tell me he kicked you out of your own apartment? “ Oh. Oh. This, Chuuya thought, would be so much fun. 

You nodded slightly, staring at the pretty carpeted floor in shame. You could tell his was angry. Instead of yelling like you thought he would

Chuuya simply let out a heavy sigh, tugging you into a side hug. “ Bet you were expecting me to say ‘told you so’, or somethin’, hm? “ His voice was soft, and his hug was secure. 

“ ..yeah. I should have listened to you. “ You’d mumbled as he led you to the living room. He shrugged, “ it’s part of being human. We’re not perfect; we’re flawed. We don’t learn unless we make mistakes. “ 

In the end, you both ended up haphazardly laying together on the couch drinking his expensive wine.  

Out of all of them, Chuuya is the one who confronts the person who hurt you the morning after. While he threatens the person, he collects all your belongings and brings them back to his place. 

After, he helps you sort out everything with you landlord, and your ex is kicked out. Chuuya knows that, as long as you’re with him, that the dark side isn’t as scary as it feels. He’s not afraid to get blood on his hands for you. 

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

Note: Since Venti is coming in two day's time, why not write a short domestic drabble for him :D hehe

Word Count: 269.

The first thing you sensed when you woke up was the feeling of someone’s arm being wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. You slowly blinked your eyes a few times to get rid of the drowsiness and waited for your vision to be clearer. Turning around, the corners of your lips tugged upwards at the peaceful and comforting sight of Venti being fast asleep.

His eyes were closed and with the current angle, you were able to see how unusually long his eyelashes were under the small ray of sunlight. His other arm was resting by his side and lips were slightly parted. You knew about his true identity when he had spilt the beans, confessing that it was slowly eating him away. Instead of feeling betrayed or disappointed, you were overjoyed. After all, Venti had told you a secret that he doesn’t really go around telling other people about it.

You were brought back to reality when Venti had rested his free hand on your cheek, thumb lovingly caressing the smooth skin underneath it. “Good morning, my love,” he murmured, a sleepy smile shown on his face.

If only the people of Mondstadt could see their worshipped Archon being soft early in the morning. You laughed, leaning into his hand and returned the smile with your own. “Good morning Venti,” you greeted him, leaning in to rub your nose against his.

If there was one thing you wished for, that would be to start your day with the love of your life beside you. After all, nothing is better than waking up to seeing Venti’s face.