WHAT’S THAT MELODY? #leo X Reader Smau

SWEET LIKE HONEY. nagi seishiro x f!reader, 0.6k. same universe as sweet like candy

“don’t you think you should get a haircut soon?” soft strands of white hair fell from your fingers and landed on your boyfriend's forehead. 

you ran your fingers through his hair, giggling as he leaned into your touch — he really was like a cat. reo had told you about his ‘nagi being a human-cat hybrid’ conspiracy theory. you were starting to think he was right. seishiro, living his best life with his head in your lap, looked like he could fall asleep any second. it wasn’t often he felt this amount of relaxation, he could have purred when your fingertips danced on his scalp, leaning into your movement. 

“‘t’s too much work,” he answered, closing his eyes. 

you hummed, holding a few of the long strands up. if he didn’t get his bangs cut soon, he wouldn't be able to see, “can i cut it for you?”

seishiro opened his eyes, gazing up at you with tired and soft eyes. his eyebrows furrowed, “do you even know how to use scissors?” 

you rolled your eyes at his teasing, tugging softly on his hair as a petty revenge, “yes, seishiro, i know how to use scissors,” 

the ghost of a smile grazed his lips before he forced himself off your lap (truly one of the hardest things he ever had to do), “you can cut my hair,” he paused, blinking slowly, “don’t make me bald,”

you huffed, “i’m not gonna make you bald, just give you a small trim,” you pulled him to the bathroom, sitting him on the toilet. 

he plopped down, watching you fuzz around the bathroom looking for hair scissors and a comb. a small smile made its way to his face; you looked so cute. your fingers tilted his chin upwards, assessing the issue, “you have so much hair, sei,”

your boyfriend hummed with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of your fingers on his face and in his hair. he let you move his head around, sending a quick and silent prayer that you knew what you were doing. 

you flicked his forehead, “i can tell what you’re thinking, dummy. i know what i’m during,” combing through his hair you muttered a ‘somewhat’ under your breath. 

seishiro pursed his lips, hopefully you were just teasing him. he closed his eyes when you made his hair wet and combed through it. 

“your hair’s so long, sei,” he hummed in response, letting you do your thing.

white hair fell to the floor as you trimmed his hair, focusing on his bangs. you found it adorable how seishiro was compliant to your touch and let you move his head around as you pleased. he was always putty in your hands, always letting you guide his body however you wanted. 

“there, done,” you placed a kiss on his now exposed nose bridge. his eyes fluttered open to meet your sweet face with a sweet smile. you pulled him to his feet and made him face the mirror. so you did know what you were during. his hair was messy from you blow drying it, making it look extra fluffy. 

it looked as it did before, just shorter, “you did know what you were during,” he hummed, running a hand through it.

“i told you!”

he turned to face you and laid his head on your shoulder, “can we go back to bed now? that was too much work,” 

you pulled on on a few strands of his hair, “you didn’t do anything, sei,”

“too much work,” he sighed, placing a soft kiss on your neck, “back to bed?”

idk when nattsun said purple eyes but wait.

what if WATARU...... ?@!(@

you: “they have purple eyes”

*my brain immediately thinking of kohaku who hasn’t even appeared in your story*

HAHAHAHHA same tbh ... maybe its time for him to make an appearance 😭 i love haku hes so 💖💖

those nights with fratboy!miya atsumu whos an ultimate softie with you

more fratboy!atsumu here!

"not going to the party tonight?"

atsumu shook his head, a muffled sound escaping as he buried his face in your back, his arms ensnaring you in an embrace. a small smile played on your lips. "why not?" you asked, even though you might have an inkling as to why. you've noticed that this is the umpteenth time he's skipped a party to spend time with you, a pattern that began when you started dating.

he groaned. "dont wanna," atsumu replied, tightening his hold around your torso. you chuckled, continuing to type on your laptop while perched on atsumu's lap, from which you couldn't escape. "you'll get bored hanging out with me, you know?" a hum was your reply, followed by the sensation of his breath on the back of your neck. "mm, no, I won't," atsumu murmured, planting a kiss on your skin and savoring your warmth.

"i want to be close to ya," atsumu's words sent your heart soaring, and a wide grin spread across your face. you shifted, turning to face him as you wrapped an arm around him, stroking his hair. "tsumu's being clingy today, isn't he?" you teased, a playful tone in your voice as atsumu whined when you ruffled his hair. "shaddup," he shot back, but a concealed smile betrayed his pretended irritation. he looked into your eyes as you caressed his hair tenderly, which you met with a smile.

"what?" you inquired.

"nothin',"

atsumu couldn't help himself. he grinned mischievously, leaning further into you as he tightened his embrace, eliciting a whine from you. oh, how he wished this moment could last forever.

you chuckle softly, feeling the warmth of his embrace. “you’re such a softie, tsumu,” you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

atsumu’s cheeks flush slightly, but he doesn’t let go. “only for you,” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.

you smile, feeling a surge of affection for the boy who had somehow wormed his way into your heart. “well, im glad you’re here,” you say, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his back. “but I really do need to finish this paper.”

atsumu sighs dramatically, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes. “fine, fine. I’ll let ya work. but only if ya promise to take a break soon and spend some time with me.”

you laugh, nodding. “deal. now, be a good pillow and stay still.”

he grins, settling in more comfortably. “anything for you, babe.”

as you continue typing, you can’t help but feel a sense of contentment. despite his frat boy reputation, atsumu had a way of making you feel cherished and loved. and in moments like these, you realized just how lucky you were to have him by your side.

high school au genshin scenarios [ part two ]

[ author's note ] : yes i actually have my literature paper, two maths papers, the physics paper and my french reading over the course of next week. and here i am feeding you deprived souls instead of memorising macbeth quotes. these are more class oriented so have fun. also not editted bc we die like men. pls tell me of any mistakes you find tho <333

alhaitham ended up as your lab partner for biology and physics and sometimes you really do wonder how the hell you've managed to strangle your sense of reason and rationality into not escaping your brain with the first five minutes of this whole experience. he's cut-throat about how you drew the cells you saw under the microscope, he makes, he passes you the most subtly smug look whenever he sees you screw up with the test-tube labelling, he doesn't ever reply to the small notes you pass him in class as an attempt to befriend him, he doesn't appreciate you when you finally get a difficult practical right all on your own. you'd rate him a -0.5/10 had you not come across all the small notes you'd ever given him tucked safely into the back of his biology notes. or the fact that his ears turned the slightest tinge of red whenever you leant over to copy his answers.

kaveh always messes up with his deadlines, so being his partner for the photography project was quite the run. you had to constantly keep reminding him when which part of the final piece was supposed to have been completed by him. you observed he was lovely company, just horribly scatterbrained, after countless times of spending your lunch with him to get him to complete the last bits of editting. his creativity, you had to admit, put your entire work and dedication to shame. but he always said that your handwriting and organisation was something that all of his imagination could never hope to compensate for. you just kept taking his compliments as nothing more than friendly appreciation, until you found the photographs he'd used you as the model for adorned with little flowers and... pink hearts. what was most notable was that behind the photo, in his scrawny and tilted handwriting, were the words "i love you.

tighnari actually ended up saving your life with the maths midterm exam. with all the other subjects and coursework already heavy on your brain, maths had completely escaped your thought. finding him the library while trying to cram the last bits of trigonometric functions and the sine rule into your head was a literal blessing from god. he saw you struggling so badly, but you'd take the pity for now. bless him, he was so patient while explaining the calculations to you and he didn't rush you for your answers even once. and it was all due to him that you managed to achieve a score you were proud of. in all your excitement after getting your score, you ran up to him and tackled him into the tightest hug while blabbering out how amazing you had ended up doing. and of course, being the complete idiot you were, care for personal space had kinda jumped out the window. mortified when you realised it, you immediately released him with a new string of apologies dashing out your mouth. he just turned his head away and pressed his hand against your face... to prevent you from looking at him. because he'd never want you to know just how fast his heart was pouding against his chest or how red his face had turned. there was a time and place for everything, after all.

cyno was someone you found yourself to be really proud to be friends with, because being brutally honest, he had the social skills of a scarab. it was all because of the seating arrangements in your history and law classes coincidentally had you next to him. it was refreshing to be able to have fruitful discussions with him, since he had more brains that the entire class combined. occasionally, he'd throw in a random joke after a while of being your deskmate, and you always laughed. not because of how funny they were, because they were the farthest thing someone could get from funny, but due to how he said such bad and cringey jokes with a perfectly face. and after a while, he'd started throwing in jokes like "if you were a fruit, you'd be a fine-apple" or "if i were a gardener, you'd be my hoe," to which you didn't only lose your shit laughing, but lost track of how such corny jokes made your face go such a ridiculous shade of red.

¡! ❝ REDAMANCY .. ❞

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natsume sakasaki x reader smau

warning(s) : cussing; “die”, “i hope u die”, “kys” & “whore” used once (1 time); murder implications twice (2 times)

╰┈➤ synopsis ❝after yumenosaki academy resident magician and eccentric sakasaki natsume asks you to “go out with him”, you immediately shut him down. so why is he dedicating a song to you at a switch concert? and why are people whispering about you being the cutest couple?❞

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bodies should never ever hurt when i’m trying to sleep. like girl literally just turn off. that’s enough

hi :)

where the fuck did all smau writers last yr august-december go.. pls im rotting in ur taglist imy

A DISTANT LOVERㅤ boyfriend! nagi seishiro x gn! reader — angst + fluff [ 2.0k+ wc ] cws none ! MDNI

ㅤnagi seishiro was a distant lover, or so he thought.

nagi seishiro was a distant lover.

not because of all the reasons people were always so quick to judge him for, though.

nagi loved you — and contrary to popular belief, his love for you was way stronger than his passion for videogames or soccer or anything else he deemed worthy of his time. you were his first love, one of the few people who saw him for who he truly was and accepted him for it. he knew you didn’t fully understand him, and he couldn’t judge you because he himself didn’t fully get why he was the way he was at times, but the fact that you didn’t leave him for all the things he did but couldn’t explain and instead incentivized him to push forward to try to learn the source of all of it made his heart flutter, that compassion something not many people had shown him so far. he loved you more than he could ever put into words, more than he could understand, more than life itself even — but he was still nagi, the weird kid who got a cactus only because a plant he had to water every so often was enough company for him, and the lonely kid who had spent most of his school years all alone being treated as a weirdo — reo’s arrival in his life the only thing that stopped him from spending all of them that way. he had grown, years had passed since then and if that period could be considered his life’s rock bottom, he was now undeniably at the peak of it, having an established career in the sport he took so much enjoyment from and a partner who loved him to the moon and back — but even with all that, even with all the highs he had accomplished and all the lows he had gotten over, he was still the old nagi in many ways, and what he for a while thought were stupid habits he would eventually get over as he grew and matured, were now things that impacted his life more than ever, and those thoughts hurt him, because he wished it didn’t have to be like that, wished he could be different.

nagi seishiro was a distant lover for many reasons, and as much as he tried, he couldn’t control any of them.

he had a hard time opening up to you about his feelings; nagi loved you, he knew that, and to some degree he was sure you did too, but he was also aware that you didn’t know just how deep his feelings actually ran, and that was entirely his fault. he remembered to tell you ‘i love you’ each time he departed from you in the morning or before drifting to sleep at night, but that wasn’t enough to show just how smitten he was with you because although he always remembered to repeat those three, powerful words, he lacked in what should come after. he was never able to explain why, was never able to look at you and tell you that you made him feel like the luckiest man alive and that he would give everything he had worked so hard for up and even burn the entire world down to ashes if that meant not losing you. he loved you more than he loved himself, loved you more than the sun loved the moon, loved you more than the flowers love the rain — loved you more than anything else in the word, more than words could even begin to describe. his feelings were indescribable because words had yet to be invented for them to be able to be correctly and fully expressed, but he should still be able to try to narrate them to you, and the fact that he couldn’t hurt him. they were overwhelming — in the best way possible, obviously — and nagi could never even chose the words to begin to at least explain that to you, tell you the he loved you but that his love was so great that he wasn’t able to even measure it himself, and because of that, he felt like he lacked, felt like you would never know how he truly felt and would just stick around because you felt bad for him.

unknowing to him though, you understood your boyfriend better than he assumed you were capable of. you didn’t know how deep his love for you ran within him, that part was true, but you knew he treasured and loved you more than anything in his life, and that was more than enough for you, the struggle to express feelings one you understood all too well too, even if nagi didn’t notice it.

beyond that, though, nagi seishiro was also a distant lover because he could never find enough time to be with you; or at least he thought so. for a good chunk of the year, nagi had a packed schedule, his job one that forced him to travel more than he would like and spend more time away from you than he could handle. he missed you all too much, the weeks he had to spend away from you always feeling endless and like a punishment, the pace in which they passed torturous due to how slow it was, and the day he would finally fly back home to you always seeming unreachable. he hated having to be away even if for just a day, hated leaving you alone, hated feeling far away from you, hated being physically distant from you. he hated every part of it, and because of it, at moments where he felt hopeless, he hated his job, wished he could leave it and start doing something else that would allow him to be close to you every day — the only reason he hadn’t done so yet being your insistence on him continuing to pursue it because it would be a waste of all his hard work if he just gave up like that. still, that wasn’t enough to satiate his longing, to make him miss you any less, to make him stop despising his career path. the facetime calls, the texts, even the times you would sometimes travel to meet him — none of that was enough to him because he still felt like he was failing you, making you feel alone, and it was all his fault.

you didn’t see things that way, however, and if you knew nagi did, you would remember to tell him that you didn’t view him like some monster for having a life apart from you and your relationship more often. you missed him, missed him more than you could describe and about that you would never lie, but you also found happiness in seeing your boyfriend go after his dreams, found happiness in seeing him run so freely throughout the big, green field and found happiness in celebrating all his goals and victories with him. you hated that you had to be apart from him for weeks at a time, but the glee and anticipation you felt whenever you met again after that time separated overshadowed it, made it feel worth it, even. him having goals and aspirations only made you love him more, not hate him in any way.

and to finalize it all, nagi seishiro was a distant lover because he wasn’t as affectionate as he should; he wasn’t a touchy person, he enjoyed his personal space and didn’t crave physical touch that often. he still kissed your forehead whenever he came home from practice at night, still cuddled you every time you drifted off to sleep next to each other, and still held your hand when you were out and about together — but somehow, to nagi, that never felt like enough. he should do more, he thought, should touch you more, should kiss you more, should hold you more, should do everything more, but he just couldn’t, and he hated himself for it. other people made it seem so effortless, physical touch something expected from a relationship, something that came naturally along with it, but he couldn’t seem to give you enough of it, always feeling like he lacked in that department like he lacked in so many others. he wondered how others did it, wondered why you didn’t complain about it, wondered why you were settling for less than you could get, and all those thoughts killed him because they made him feel worthless, another reason for him to feel like he wasn’t enough, wasn’t good enough for you. he tried his best, tried to reach out for you more frequently and tried to initiate those displays of affection as often as he could — but sometimes he was unable to do so, sometimes he just wanted to be alone in his own bubble with you sitting a few inches away from him on your own world too, and that made him feel guilty, because what sort of boyfriend thinks of that as good alone time with their partner?

nagi does, and you were alright with it, because any second you could spend with him was time well spent. you enjoyed your nightly cuddle sessions, enjoyed holding his hand when you were out together, and enjoyed each kiss he pressed against your skin when he came home at night more than anything else. you always knew he wasn’t a touchy person, knew he enjoyed keeping his distance from the moment you met him, and that never stopped you from loving him or made you love him any less — if anything, it only made your heart beat faster anytime he leaned towards you because you knew he wasn’t doing it subconsciously, that he was doing it purposefully because he wanted to show you that he loved you, his thought out effort into showing his affection more meaningful than if he did it without thinking twice, you thought.

nagi seishiro was a distant lover for many reasons, and he thought about them so often that he could say them out loud from the top of his head as if they were part of a script he had spent years studying and memorizing — but that was exactly the problem, they were all inside his head, all things he had thought about and assumed you disliked him for so, when with a broken voice and heavy tears cascading down his face he opened up to you about all those demons, about all those thoughts that kept him up at night, about all his weaknesses, you hugged him close, hugged him hard and stronger than you ever held, allowing your boyfriend to open up to you while sniffling and sobbing against your neck as you kissed the top of his head, giving him space to talk at his own pace, letting him get everything off his chest that had been burdening him. you listened and tried to understand, secretly happy that he trusted you enough to confess such things, and by the end of it, when his crying had calmed down and he wasn’t holding you as tightly, already waiting for you to break up with him, you smiled faintly, and you hugged him tighter, and you kissed him one last time before you moved to cup his cheeks instead, making him face you so you could look straight into his eyes as you told him just how much you loved him, and just how much none of those things mattered to you, how you didn’t see him in any way that resembled what he had just described. you didn’t invalidate his feelings like nagi was scared you would, on the contrary, you actually made him feel seen, understood, and above all, loved for who he was in a manner that he had never felt before. you didn’t hate him for all the traits of his persona he thought of as flaws, instead, you loved him for them, and as stupid as that could be, nagi had never thought of that as being a possibility.

nagi seishiro was anything but a distant lover, you two concluded at the end — he was caring, committed, loving in his own way and more than willing to put effort into your relationship, and at the end of the day, that was what actually mattered.

N-AGIZ '22ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

OH MY GEE

Past Valkyrie - 聖少年遊戯 (Holy Children’s Game)

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