Kiva

Guys AIZAWA IS ACTUALLY CRYING YOU JUST CAN’T TELL BECAUSE OF MANUALS QUIRK BECAUSE HE’S LITERALLY IN SHOCK THAT DEKU CONSIDERS HIM MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE MOST POWERFUL THING IN THE WORLD - HIS MEMORY GOES BACK TO WHEN HE NOT ONLY DIDNT BELIEVE IN DEKU BUT WHEN HE SAID THAT SAME POWER WAS DOOMED FOR FAILURE SO THIS MEANS

A. AIZAWA SEES HOW THE POWER THAT HE DISMISSED AND THAT GAVE DEKU THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE TAUGHT BY HIM IS NOT ONLY GOING TO SAVE HIS LIFE BUT BE PUT ON A LOWER PEDESTAL THAN AIZAWA HIMSELF

B. AIZAWA CANNOT FATHOM DEKU SAVING AND LOOKING UP AT HIM BC HE’S STUCK IN THE MOMENT THAT HE LOOKED DOWN ON DEKU

C. ITS NOT ONLY THE POWER AND DRIVE OF DEKU DIRECTLY MAKING HIM A HERO BUT THE POSSIBILITY OF DEKU LOSING IT DOING SO AS WELL AND HIS WILLINGNESS TO PLACE AIZAWA OVER THAT RISK

D. IF AIZAWA LIVES AND DEKU LOSES HIS QUIRK THE GUILT (and heartbreaking parallels to Oboro) BUT THE GUILT. AIZAWA FINALLY REALIZES HIS WORTH AS A TEACHER AND HERO PAYING OFF AND IS FINALLY CONFRONTED WITH THE IDEAS HE CAN RELY ON OTHERS WHICH MIGHT BE THE APEX OF HIS ARC

E. PLEASE DON’T KILL HIM HORIKOSHI-SAMA

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 · 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

contents: tooth-rotting fluff. his favorite coat has gone missing, and he bets you have something to do with it. 1.3k wc.

You came to miss Wriothesley these past two weeks—so terribly much that you decided to switch up his morning routine just a teensy bit to keep him from leaving your cozy little apartment so soon and make his return back to the Fortress before the sunrise.

He’s been working double-time recently, something about Fatui spies on his territory so you were patient and understanding while he handled the urgent matter to get it under control. But you quickly came down with an extreme case of the lover’s yearning syndrome because you haven’t spent any proper time with him. And no, the few fleeting moments you’d both share where he carefully scoops you up in his arms when he comes back to you in the middle of the night, and him pressing a tender kiss to your forehead murmuring good morning to you before he disappears again hardly counts.

And comes the promised sunlight streaming through the windows laying a warm caress on your cheek, and you peek behind your comforter at the sound of Wriothesley moving around in your home. He’s already handsomely dressed, except for the large missing coat which he’s searching for now. And he doubts it ran away on its own from where he last tossed it onto the chair. His suspicions are further confirmed when he catches a glimpse of you playing pretend in his peripherals.

There’s a knowing smirk on his face as his weight dips on the edge of the bed, and he watches you shift in your sleep in a cute mess of limbs with the blanket following your movements. “Sweetheart, do you have any ideas where my coat has gone?” He reaches out to push away the stray strands of hair from your eyes, and he’s a little amused at how you’re playing coy when you give him the same sleepy hum like you usually do.

Oh, aren’t you so adorable—his little troublemaker of a sweetheart. Stealing the Duke’s coat and stowing it away somewhere safe because you just want him all to yourself, don’t you? Even if just for a few more minutes you’re more than happy to cherish every precious second in this circumstance, until you decide you want more of course. And now he’s running late, what’s he gonna do with you?

“You know, I’ve got a pretty good idea who the culprit is.” Even as he teases, there’s a gentle fondness in his gaze at your endearing display. Though that seemed to rouse you out of your peaceful slumbering state, and your eyes slowly flutter open offering him another hum with a tilt of your head.

“What’s this talk about culprit so early in the morning~?” He chuckles softly, but he can reserve a moment to appreciate the soft glow of the morning light casting over you. He missed seeing you like this along with your beautiful smile that matches the warmth of the sun, even if there’s a bit of mischief along the curve of it.

“The culprit as in, I have my reasons to believe you’re the mastermind behind my coat’s disappearance.”

“What makes you think I had something to do with it? Didn’t we learn anything from the collection of law books Clorinde gave you where you need to provide evidence if you’re accusing someone?” You’re toying with the fabric of his tie and your avoidant gaze only adds to your guilty-looking form. He sighs in amusement, you are making this way too easy for him to see right through you—and he actually likes the fact that you’re one terrible liar.

“Call it a hunch,” he replies with a small tug of his lips. “Besides, there’s only you and I here so the evidence points to you. Now, will you tell me where it is, darling?”

“Oh, alright~” Since he asked so nicely. You pull yourself upright, crossing your arms over your chest with your teeth gently biting down on your index finger with furrowed brows as you try and recall where you had last seen it. “Hm, seems we have a little problem. I just can’t remember where I placed it. Maybe a kiss would help jog my memory?” There’s a teasing glint in your gaze as you look back at him with innocent doe-like eyes, but there’s no denying the smirk on your pretty lips.

Wriothesley’s laugh is full and affectionate, unable to help himself at your words. So that’s what you’ve been scheming, wasn’t it? Cute. He didn't account for the fact you'd admit to your crimes so quickly. There's never a dull moment with the love of his life, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Time is ticking~ And Your Grace has places to be, doesn’t he?” He feels the clement pull of his tie and you eagerly close in on the distance between you and him as your warm breath fans over his skin.

“A kiss, you say? You drive a hard bargain.” He murmurs teasingly and his hand settles on your hip, giving you a light and playful squeeze. “And where shall I give you the kiss then? Here, perhaps..?” He presses a quick chastise kiss to your forehead. “Or here?” He says now while kissing your nose, and you giggle when he peppers two more on either side of your cheeks.

“Or even here…?” He draws back slightly, the pad of his thumb running over the supple flesh of your bottom lip. With the brush of his knuckles against your skin, his hand moves to the back of your neck as he leans in once more and gently coaxes your lips with his own in a blissful exchange. At the pleasant feeling of you smiling against the kiss, his arm encircles your waist and he easily hoists you onto his lap and steals your breath away with a growing fervor when he’s reminded of how you taste.

It’s familiar and sweet and intimate. He exhales breathlessly with flushed cheeks when you both have to part to fill your lungs back with air and you notice the soft upward quirk of a smile at the corner of his lips as he rests his forehead against yours. He could never blame you for wanting a little bit more love when he has been missing you just as much, even if you think he’s better at hiding it.

And believe him when he says that he’d much rather have you right here where you are sweetly wrapped up in his arms to hold and kiss all day long if he didn’t have pressing matters that require his attention. But fortunately for you, the Fatui case was nearing its end and you’ll have him all to yourself to do with as you please and he intends to spoil you endlessly for being so incredibly patient with him.

“You are quite the handful. Just couldn’t resist, now could you?” He leans in for another lingering kiss. “I appreciate the thought of you wanting to keep me here with you a bit longer, but you know you could’ve asked… Or did you just want to make trouble?” He raises an eyebrow at you, and takes your sheepish laugh as your guilty admission and affectionately nips at your jawline.

“I’m just doing what I do best—which is keeping you on your toes." You say with a playful quip, a bit mesmerized when you stare into those stunning blue eyes of his. “Oh, right… before I forget, your coat should be outside hanging from the balcony.”

another one of my late night doodle comics ft the tallest bc this is literally their dynamic

Nyah!

HEIZOU!!!!! MY HERO ❤️❤️❤️❤️👌🥺

Affection // 5wirl + scaramouche.

✦ Pairings : Aether, Heizou, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Venti, Xiao (seperate) x reader (no gender or pronounces used, only you/your)

✦ Summary: how they show their love without directly saying it.

✦ Warnings: petnames (my dear, sweetheart), half proofread, except that none i think, tell me if i missed any im bad at these.

✦ A/n: guess what? another one based off my boyfriend and his characteristics. (im his biggest fan, but hes also mine) ive never written anything like this b4, please give me feedback pls and thank you!! also is there a name for 5wirl + scaramouche?cause i just know about 5wirl and 4nemo, please tell me.

✦ Wordcount: 500

✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it.

Aether 

Encouragement and reassurement.

This man showers you with praise and encouragement, even without words you know he’s adoring you. Just look into his eyes and you’ll see them glinster with love.

Always showing you off to his friends, squeezing your hand as he carefully drags you to meet the next person you dont know.

Big eyes and lips slightly parted as he listens to one of your stories, or just when you talk in general.

Heizou

Speaking up for you.

“Hey, uhm sorry to bother and be that customer, but I just received the wrong food. I didn’t order the spaghetti…”

Will take your hand in his as he realizes your embarrased face. 

“‘Tis not your fault, sweetheart. The kitchen just got it mixed up.” Drops the topic as he sees you cast your eyes down and starts talking about an old memory from his highschool days. His hand never letting go of yours as he rubs small circles on top of your hand.

Kazuha

Acts of service.

Will sit by the front door waiting for you to finish getting ready, untying your shoe laces, or clips for your heels and placing them ready for you to put on.

Will stay on his knees as he helps you put your feet in said shoe or heel and tie them/close them. 

After that he’ll stand up and gently kiss you as he whispers how beautiful you look.

Won’t hesitate to do it infront of others either. Gentleman in private, and in public.

(husband material if you ask me) 

Scaramouche

Speaking up for you…/protectiveness.

“Hey! What’d you just say about her?” 

Protective, but in a good way. No way he’ll let anyone walk away after disrespecting you like that. 

“Speak badly of her again and I’ll personally make sure your life will be insufferable, now scatter.” 

Proceeds to grab your hand and storm off, and when you’re in private he’ll tell you how much he cares for you and that he promises to never let harm come your way.

Venti

Simply using his voice.

Your head would be on his shoulder as he softly sang a song or told you a story. Your eyes falling shut every now and then before waking again. 

Will carry you to bed or lay you down on the couch as soon as he felt your body relax, signaling you’d fallen asleep.

“Sleep tight, honey.”

Will probably sneak into the bed with you and you’ll wake up with two hungry arms around your waist, gripping your shirt.

Xiao

Will keep you as close as physically possible when in public. Arm around your waist, your shoulders, or his hand gripping you so tightly you’d have to remind him to be careful. 

Will glare at anyone who even looks at you. Wouldn’t hesitate to shove people aside to get through crowded places, all the while holding onto you for dear life.

Then tells you to remind him to never go out during the day again.

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also thankyou for the love on my coming back post, love you all sm<3, gained 50 more followers because of that.

Headcannon: Purple checks himself to make sure he looks pretty and his self confidence is very delicate

Kinda like Pleakly…

ангел

luego mostrare los demás hijos uwu por ahora solo este

salty tears; chapter 5

genre; angst and jealousy

warning! cussing

“seonghwa! do not get any closer to y/n you fucking asshole!”

san screamed as he saw park seonghwa himself, attempting to take your hand. hongjoong looked back, his eyes darkening once again at the view of seonghwa trying to get close to you. san immediately took your hand, pulling you away from the blonde haired man.

“y-y/n, can we please talk?”

seonghwa looked like he was about to cry, he wasn’t with seoyoon, you probably thought they got into a bad argument which made them break up.

“i- seonghwa, im not in the mood to talk to you. ill call you when i get back home, i don’t want to talk right now.”

seonghwa sighed as he saw you leave the park with hongjoong and san. you were disappointed, you were supposed to be smiling while being in a colorful and fun attraction, not leaving because of someone who almost ruined your life because of a manipulative crazy attention whore.

“y/n, are you okay?”

san whispered as he saw you frowning while entering hongjoong’s house. your bright smile changed into a frown right after seonghwa asked you if you could talk with him.

“no, i have to talk to seonghwa again, i fucking hate this.”

after that, your phone started ringing. you immediately recognized the numbers that showed up on the screen, it was seonghwa. you felt your stomach clench, but you decided to answer. “guys, i’ll be right back.” you whispered faintly as you left the living room with your phone in your hand, softly squeezing the gadget. you walked through hongjoong’s house as you glanced at the screen, tears starting to leave your eyes. you entered hongjoong’s room and shut the door, locking it. you took one last breath before you answered the boy’s call. “y/n..?”

seonghwa’s broken voice was heard from the other line. he sounded like he was crying, his breathing was intense. “yes, this is y/n” you whispered softly as you closed your eyes, still holding your phone to your ear as you listened to seonghwa’s silent sobs and his breathing. 

“y-y/n, im so fucking sorry.” seonghwa whispered as he finally broke down, tears were running down his cheeks, his eyes were stinging and his face was red. his sobs were getting even more intense throughout the call, you felt pity for the blonde man. 

“s-seong, seonghwa..”

tears ran down your cheeks as both of you were a sobbing mess. the small sobs that left your lips were filling up the room as you looked at the window, with tears in your eyes. as you looked around the room, still listening to seonghwa’s sobs at the other side of the line, you noticed a black vase, it looked extremely familiar. the vase was filled with beautiful and healthy red roses which looked to be well taken care of by their owner, hongjoong. you stood up from the bed, getting to admire the beautiful roses.

“y/n, i don’t know what to fucking say. im so disappointed in mysel-“

“you weren’t disappointed when you were fucking seoyoon. you weren’t disappointed when we had arguments about her. you weren’t even disappointed when i told you how i felt. this is unfair, seonghwa. you can’t just come at me right after you were in the amusement park with seoyoon.”

“i- y/n, let me talk.”

seonghwa cried as a small sigh left your lips. you agreed to let seonghwa explain why he’s coming back to you after all that he’s done, and what happened between him and seoyoon.

“she.. she just wanted me because i have money and i am or was hongjoong’s friend.. i knew i was an asshole to you, y/n. i knew i didn’t listen to you, i kno-“

“shut the fuck up, seonghwa. you regret this at the final fucking moment. i cant talk, this just pisses me off, ill get back to you soon.”

with that, you ended the call with tears in your eyes. you didn’t know what to do, you were confused, you were sad, even angry. after a while of walking around the room with your puffy red eyes, somebody knocks on the door softly.