THEIR FANGIRL ACTUALLY LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! (oikawa, Atsumu, And Suna)

THEIR “FANGIRL” ACTUALLY LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! (oikawa, atsumu, and suna)

warning: gn!reader, crack, some pouty boyos!. a random idea i thought of~

OIKAWA TOORU

“i swear if they don’t leave in 60 seconds, i’m going to serve a ball towards them.”

leaning against the bus with crossed arms, you watched the herd of squealing girls surrounding your boyfriend. iwaizumi is right by your side, glaring at the sight of his best friend being showered with affection and treats.

Keep reading

ASKSJJAKSKJ THIS IS SO CUTE 😭😭😭

The Tsukki one 😩 HAS MY WHOLE HEART <3

“CAN’T I MISS YOU?”

⇢ miya atsumu, oikawa toru, bokuto kotaro, kita shinsuke, tsukishima kei

synopsis: the one in which you disrupt his shower because you miss him.

ʚɞ MIYA Atsumu | “Castaways, we are castaways….” you held in in your giggles before throwing open the shower curtains. “Ahoy there, Aho-“ atsumu lets out a little scream when he meets your eyes. “wha-babe! ya scared the crap outta me! What’dya doing barging in?”  you crack a shy smile, looking down at the white tiles floor before peeking up him. “I miss you, tsum”. atsumu grins at your words. “ya wanna join me?” he opens his palms as an invitation, to which you gladly accept. “should we always shower together from now on? can’t have ma princess missing her prince too much.”

ʚɞ OIKAWA Toru | you watch the pretty setter carefully massage the shampoo into his hair before letting out a light cough. your husband freezes before turning around slowly, letting out a sigh of relief when when sees you. he turns around fully and smirks, “what? you like what you see?” despite being married for a few years, the sight of Oikawa Toru with water dripping down the ends of his hair still manages to make your cheeks feel a little warmer. “I-um…” oikawa laughs at your reaction, “I’m just teasing. How can I be of service?” “I miss you, Toru.” He laughs again, except this time it was laced with nothing but love. “it’s only been five minutes, but let me rinse off and then cuddle time?” you smile, “cuddle time!”

ʚɞ BOKUTO Kotaro | standing outside the bathroom, you hear Bokuto belting out “Good 4 U” from the other side. without opening the door, you could already see him holding up the shampoo bottle, a makeshift microphone. “GOOD FOR YOU, YOU LOOK HAPPY AND-”. you dramatically open the door, causing your husband to drop the shampoo bottle. a moment of silence as the two of you stare at each other. “HEALTHY, NOT ME-”. in one swift motion, the shampoo bottle is back in his hands, “IF YOU EVER CARED TO ASK”. The two of you fall back into silence before breaking out into laughter. “I heard you singing and I really miss you, Ko.” he breaks out into his signature smile, the one reserved just for you. “I miss you too. maybe we should always shower together. we can duet and we’ll never miss each other again.” “brilliant idea, babe.”

ʚɞ KITA Shinsuke | shower times are precious for Kita, a time to relax after a hard, long day at work. and as much you hate to disturb him, the gnawing feeling in your heart continues to grow. perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones, but you’ve been missing your husband all day and now that he’s just behind the wooden door, you couldn’t help yourself from peeking in. “shin?” you see him sit up in the bathtub, offering you an inviting smile. “yes, darling? everything okay?” you walk in, fingers gently testing the warm water. “everything’s fine, I just miss you,” was your whispered confession. Kita’s eyes softens and he immediately grabs his towel. “babe, you don’t have to get up, I just wanted to tell you that.” he wraps the white towel around himself before carefully pulling you into a hug, “I missed you too, my love. come on, let’s go out for dinner tonight.”

ʚɞ TSUKISHIMA Kei | before you could even wrap your fingers around the  curtains,Tsukishima’s voice interrupts you. “what do you think you’re doing?” The voice inquires from behind the plastic curtains. you peek in. “hi kei.” He squints his eyes, trying to see you without his glasses. “hi to you too. now what do you want?” “I miss youi! can’t I miss my husband while he’s showering?” though he sighs, you could just see the tiniest waver in his lips as he fights back a smile. “no, you can’t, you weirdo. you just saw me five minutes ago.” you let out a little huff of annoyance, “fine. excuse me for trying to be romantic.” he lets out a little laugh, “this isn’t romantic at all, but I don’t mind you staying.” “does this mean you miss me too?” he waves his hands dismissively as he reaches for the soap, “sure, whatever helps you sleep better at night.” and you take that as a resounding “yes”.

reblogs are wildly appreciated <3

♡ — of broken plates (sakusa kiyoomi)

pairing(s) — sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

note(s) — a little comfort fic, present-past-present timeline, a very emotional y/n and kiyoomi just wants to baby you

words — 1.4k

“you’re such a baby sometimes,” kiyoomi sighs as he continues stroking the top of your head comfortingly — like he has been doing for the past 20 minutes.

“no, i’m not,” you managed to mutter out in between sniffles, eyes still teary and lips trembling just the slightest.

kiyoomi fights the urge to roll his eyes. he had come home earlier that night to quite a strange scene; you sitting on the dining table with several ceramic shards of different sizes before you, eyebrows furrowed in both concentration and despair as you attempted to assemble the pieces back together. what the object once was beyond him, and he wondered if he should interrupt at all, seeing as you hadn’t even noticed he had returned home.

in the end, kiyoomi cleared his throat just loud enough to grab your attention, and as your head snapped up to look at him — that was when the flood gates opened.

Keep reading

:000 I’m living for this art

by 파파제이@jennygin2

MYTHOS : series masterlist

welcome to mythos, a reverse harem / otome game - style inspired fic in which you are the newest designated oracle for the teyvatan pantheon. the problem? all of the gods are supposedly dead, the end of the world is coming, and you have to assemble a team of gods before it happens - and avoid falling in love with all of them in the process.

COVER NOTE :: set in futuristic alternate universe from the current world of teyvat, you are the protagonist. you've lived in the sprawling city of liyue harbor for a few months, doing your best to get adjusted to everything, like keeping the bills paid while trying to have fun in the meantime. yet, you're forced to push your (rather mundane) job as an accountant aside when you finally start remembering your dreams. sure, you took an ancient teyvatan mythology course in high school, but why are all of your dreams so fixated on the promised apocalypse and the gods you need to find to stop it?

they're not real, so why are your dreams telling you that they are? and, more importantly, why does it seem like you're the only one in the city that is plagued with prophetic dreams of the world ending?

SERIES WARNINGS :: rating is 16+ and each chapter will have warnings listed at the beginning. potential of major character death. there will be one "canon" final love interest with diverging paths for other love interests.

SERIES MASTERLIST ::

-> housekeeping links : [ taglist (tba) ] - [ masterlist (you are here) ]

-> prologue :

p.i - love interest / pantheon notes

p.ii - prologue: lethe part one . [ zhongli, diluc, thoma ]

p.iii - prologue: lethe part two . [ childe, kaeya, rosaria ]

p.iv - prologue: lethe part three . [ lisa, xiao, albedo ]

-> act one :

i.i - earthen misfortune [ not yet released ]

being mistaken for a married couple [genshin men] pt.2

scaramouche, ayato, thoma

WHY DID PEOPLE LIKE PT 1 SO MUCH THANK YOU

scaramouche is ten times longer once again. ALSO KAZUHA’S GOING TO BE IN THE NEXT ONE FORGIVE ME FOR NOT PUTTING HIM ON HERE IT WAS TOO LONG

ayato

“That one’s too simple, I doubt she’d like it.”

“That’s way different from her size!”

“She’s going to go ballistic if you give her a hot pink dress for her wedding day,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Honestly, Ayato, I didn’t think you’d be this hopeless when you asked me to help pick out a wedding dress for your friend.”

“Oh? Do I seem to be an expert in this field?” he suggests, eyeing yet another atrocious dress. You contemplate blindfolding him because at this point, that might be a better option. Just as he reaches for it, you slap his hand away to which he laughs. “I really am grateful for your assistance, truly. As you can probably see.”

“Oh, I see alright-”

“Young master, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

An older man, noticeably crouched over from age approaches Ayato, offering a healthy smile despite his stature. “I haven’t seen you in ages–much less somewhere like here.”

“It’s nice to see you again,” Ayato replies, then turning to motion to you. “This is Matsukushi, an old friend of mine.”

“I worked under him for quite some time,” the old man explains, then glances at Ayato. “Though I work selling wedding dresses now, those days aren’t all too far behind me. It seems a lot has happened since I left…I didn’t realize you were engaged.”

Your jaw drops. For a few moments, you convince yourself that Ayato had gotten himself an engagement unbeknownst to you, but considering he prefers being a hermit within his work, you highly doubt such a situation. When you realize what the man is implying, you shake your head frantically. “No, no, that’s not-”

“Eventually,” he says before you finish. “But unfortunately, not for myself today. It’s for a friends’ fiancee.”

At this, you can feel yourself drop the several dresses that had been clutched in your arms, barely allowing Ayato to grab them in time. Was this a proposal? Or was he indicating the far future that had no use in pondering on now? Thoughts flood your head rapidly, making you spin. The old man however, seems to be unable to read the room and nods. “Ah, I see, my mistake. Well please do call me if you need any aid.”

And when he vanishes behind the counter, you’re left dumbfounded staring at Ayato. Sure, you’ve thought about it–daydreamed–about it countless times after the extensive period of time you’d spent with him, but never realized the weight of it in actuality. As your mind repeats his words on echo, its only snapped out of its trance when he places a cool hand on your head.

“Boring way to find out, right?” he smiles. “This one doesn’t count though, alright? When I propose, I’ll do it properly. And if you’re still unsure then, I’ll do it as much as you need me to and I’ll be as patient as you need me.”

You can’t help but go weak in the knees. As a result, you don’t hear him when he says that he does know how to pick dresses. Maybe he just wanted to spend time with you.

scaramouche

He knows anybody who’s heard of his name would never dream of him being in a relationship–much less any positive association with another human being. From his sharp tongue to his cold nature, it’s practically impossible to imagine him being close with someone else.

Yet he makes an exception for his minions. Not just any of them, no, he finds most of them unbearably stupid and bothersome. Specifically, his assistant.

You move to glance around the market. He follows you closely behind, dressed in a more civilian like attire much to his distaste, after relentless begging on your part. He sees no point in dressing so plainly when he knows most people in this foreign nation don’t even recognize his identity as a harbinger. Still, he silently observes you as you anxiously grip the bag of mora he’d given you.

“Here’s the list,” he says, tossing you a sheet of paper which you barely manage to grab. “I’m staying here. Be back in 15 minutes or I’m coming after you.”

“My lord, this list is awfully long to finish in 15 minutes.”

He knows, he wants to say. He would follow after you anyway. “Is there a problem?”

“Well, I guess we are kind of in a hurry after you blew up your office.” The harmless bite in your voice should’ve boiled his blood to no end, but he only finds himself rolling his eyes. At this, he frowns. Perhaps he was being too soft on you.

You flash a bright smile and wave as you disappear into the crowd of people. He halfheartedly shrugs in response and turns to find a decent corner of alley to stay around before your return, but his plans are interrupted much rudely.

“Hello dear. Yes, you.”

He scowls at the soft voice calling for him from another stall. Though he glares at the old woman perched in the flower shop, she only smiles, her skin wrinkling with old age. “Would you like a flower?”

“No,” he replies immediately, turning to leave, but she only lets out a soft laugh.

“I’m sure your partner over there would love it,” she says. “Our flowers are freshly picked you know. And spring’s in full bloom–you can’t get flowers any more beautiful than these.”

He wishes she’d shut up, considering that with a snap of his fingers he could order someone to pick up a thousand flowers from an entirely other region. Especially since the flowers don’t live up to his standards in the slightest. However, he quickly snaps out of his analyzation of the flowers, shaking his head. “We’re not like that. Don’t assume such a-”

“Ah, then you must already be married!” she blinks. “My apologies, I didn’t know.”

Even he’s almost at a loss of words, unsure if he should spit out foul words or simply walk away from the scene. But before he can even decide, she hands him a blue iris. “Here you are. A token of congratulations. These symbolize faith and hope.”

“We’re not-”

“My lord!” your voice tears his attention away. You bolt up to him, holding bags full of items that were certainly not on the list he’d given you. “I couldn’t help it, the groceries were 50% off, and we haven’t gone yet this week, have we? Well, if we have, we could give some to the others, and-”

“My, that looks quite heavy, are you alright?” the woman speaks up again and Scaramouche suppresses the urge to tape her mouth shut.

“Oh, yes, I’m alright, thank yo-”

“This one has what I need, right?” he snaps suddenly, taking one of the bags from you. You nod, and that’s all he needs before he’s walking off. “We’re leaving.”

“Ah, but we haven’t bought the other things on the list yet!”

He places the blue iris on top of the groceries filling your arms, close enough that you could smell its scent. “We’ll get it later. This place is full of mental commoners, and I’m seconds away from getting violent.”

You blink at the flower, opening your mouth to ask but he’s gone in an instant, disappearing into the crowd. You groan and turn to bid the woman farewell, and she laughs. “You two are such an adorable couple. You remind me of my old days.”

At this, your face heats. Unbeknownst to you, the slightest of embarrassment creeps onto his own face–not that he’d ever admit it.

thoma

“We’ll stay with you until your mommy and daddy come find you, okay?” Thoma offers to the crying child, holding out a bottle of water he carries in his pocket. You’ve always known that children love Thoma, but you didn’t know of its extent until the child calms down immediately, expression changing into a beam in mere minutes. You can’t blame the kid because even you yourself find yourself in a calmer state the second you’re in Thoma’s presence. How he does it, you’d like to know too.

Soon enough, you’re walking hand in hand with the little boy and Thoma, glancing around the city in hopes of finding a face similar to the boy’s. Unfortunately, you fail to find any despite Thoma asking around the townspeople and your constant searching. 

After a few hours, the three of you decide upon a break. When you see the child eyeing a specific food vendor, you smile and lead the way. “You’re hungry right? Some food might help all of us reenergize.”

There, the cook eyes your group up and down before turning back to his kitchen. “The family discount ended at lunch. You’ll have to pay full price if you want anything.”

You stare in shock (mostly of his rudeness) while Thoma visibly chokes on his own spit. Did he think you were married? With a child? The thought of it is bizarre, but you can’t help but think of how nice it would be. Thoma’s good at everything related to the house–cleaning, cooking, babysitting–he was practically a dream man for some people. But marriage has rarely crossed your mind so why did you feel so….This mere thought makes you look away.

The boy however, seems unfazed as he simply sits himself on one of the stools, happily swinging his legs. Seeing that it’s not the time to address the mistake, you continue to order dishes, ignoring the heat flooding your face.

Finally, when the boy’s mother comes looking for him, you pass him off happily and wave as they disappear down the street. It’s nearly sunset now as you feel Thoma take your hand. “Shall we get home, then?”

The walk back home is silent. Usually, the two of you indulge in a comfortable silence but this one has a cloud of unsaid words swirling around the two of you, leaving you obsessing over your own wishes. Eventually the silence becomes so suffocating that he clears his throat.

“Agh, now I feel bad…” he mumbles, his blond hair falling over his eyes.

You lift your head. “Huh? About what?”

“I think it made you uncomfortable,” he clarifies, sheepishly meeting your eyes. “But I was really happy when he called us a family.”

Your eyes grow wide.

He swipes at his red tinted cheeks and shakes his head. “Maybe I got ahead of myself, or something like that. If you’re not ready for it–if you’re never ready for that, I would never be upset at you. But at the same time, it would be a dream too–to be able to call myself your husband. Sorry, I naturally thought that you’d like it too and I-”

“I do!” you nearly yell, making him jump. “I do. Like it. A lot. I’d like to call you my spouse.”

The two of you stare at one another in surprise before you both laugh. His fingers tighten around yours, making your chest feel as if it’s about to explode with butterflies. It doesn’t take much to guess that he feels the same.

“Let’s talk more about this later, when we get home. I still have to make dinner, you know.”