a little bit of everything

Andrea | 19 | Croatia

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hi!! may i request some reverse comfort headcanons for diluc, kaeya, childe, and xiao? maybe about relationship insecurity or something of that sort??

relationship flaws and insecurities.

no one is perfect— so what exactly are their flaws in a relationship? and what do they feel most conscious of in a relationship?

featuring diluc, kaeya, childe, xiao

⎯⎯ diluc

he feels that he might scare you off with his overprotectiveness. he’s already lost someone before, and he doesn’t think he can handle losing you either.

it’s not that he wants to control your life— in fact, he wants you to live it to its full extent. but there’s always that small worry, an annoying voice, in the back of his head that reminds him that the wilderness of teyvat is dangerous.

subconsciously, he may find himself interrogating you if you plan on leaving the house early in the morning, or late at night. there’ll be times where small quarrels stem from this, and inevitably it can get heated sometimes.

if you walk out on him for more hours than what feels comfortable, to cool off, he might start to think if you’ve left him for good.

diluc’s sitting at the edge of the bed, and there’s a consistent tapping on the floor as he anxiously drums his foot against it. it’s way past his assigned time to sleep, knowing he has to be up early to run his business. he doesn’t have half the mind to check what time it is, at least, not right now. all he can think about is that you’ve been gone for way too long.

he expects this from the two of you, especially after a heated argument. you two take the time away from one another to cool off and collect your thoughts, but this? this is just outrageous. if he were to give an estimate for how long you’d been gone— it would be two hours longer than you’d typically be gone for. and this just feeds into his worries from earlier, about your well-being.

the whole fight was about you and your safety after all. you would tell him that you’re fully capable of looking out for yourself; he’d say that he has enemies who may come after you; it goes back-and-forth. sensing that the argument was getting nowhere, you took it upon yourself to see yourself out first. “let’s just,” you pinch the bridge of your nose. “let’s just take time to cool off for a bit, shall we?”

“it’s been longer than a bit,” he mutters to himself.

he’s snapped out his thoughts as he hears the bedroom doors open slowly. you peek your head in, just to make eye contact with diluc. you two freeze, simply caught off-guard in the moment. he notes how your hair is a mess— it sticks out in certain areas, and obviously has not been brushed down— and you look a bit rugged. “hey,” you mutter sheepishly.

he wonders if he should ask you where you’ve been, but he holds his tongue. “are you okay?” diluc asks instead, and there’s a certain tenderness in his voice as he addresses you. “you look a bit... rough.”

you snort, throwing a feign hand of offense over your chest, at his words. “gee, thanks. nice to know i’m looking very appealing right now.” you joke. he stares at you, but you can see the faint smile on his lips at the way you’re joking around already. it’s good to know that you two are still okay. “but to answer your question, yes. i simply tripped over a pebble— it was so dark out and my foot got caught. who would’ve known that a pebble would be the one to take me down.”

he laughs at this, and you feel the tension from the argument completely lift.

⎯⎯ kaeya

he’ll often wonder if you’re slowly becoming untrusting of him. he’s generally reserved, and quite mysterious— and it could easily be read in the wrong way.

kaeya knows that a relationship is all about communication and trust, well, for it to be healthy at least. and for the most part, he’s pretty open with you.

but there’s still certain aspects of his life that keeps in the dark from you. from his unknown past, to the business he does out of the knight of favonius— he likes that you look up to him as a respectable knight.

sometimes, you’ll ask him why he has duties to attend to at the dead of night, to which he reassuringly tells you that he’s simply off to bother diluc at the tavern. but he knows you’re catching on— diluc hasn’t seen him in the tavern for quite a bit.

“i know you haven’t been at the tavern.” you finally speak up, and you keep your eyes trained on the plate of food in front of you. you dig at the food, poking it around with your utensils— anything to keep your mind off of the fact that your heart is slightly racing right now. you don’t mean to be confrontational, but to be frank, you’re fed up that kaeya hasn’t been honest with you. “you can say that it came as a surprise to me when diluc said you hadn’t been there for a while now.”

“i guess it was only a matter of time before you’d ask diluc about me, and my whereabouts.” he sighs. he’s leaned into his chair by now, and he’s looking at you. your lips are locked into a tight line, a little peeved at the way he still talks so smoothly, and treats this so casually. as if he weren’t taking this seriously, and that this was just some other conversation to him. “i’m simply handling nightly duties.”

your grip becomes slightly tighter around your utensils, and he notices; your knuckles are turning slightly white, and your breathing is slightly out of pace. there’s a small change in his expression, and you can see the way his eyes narrow slightly.

“does it hurt to be honest to me about these things?” you ask him, genuinely hurt at the way it feels like he doesn’t trust you enough. “as your significant other, i guess i’d expected you to be more open to me. i’ve already told you countless times that no matter what, i’ll stick around— and even right now, i mean those words.”

once i tell, there’s no going back, is what he wishes to say. that it’ll be hard to look at someone the same way you’ve done before. “look,” he says as he sighs. kaeya wracks his mind for a way to respond— in a way where he wouldn’t be lying, but he wouldn’t subject you to danger either. “these matters, my nightly duties if you will, are matters between the abyss order and i. i’m afraid that if i tell you anything more about what goes on, you’ll become a target as well. too much knowledge can be harmful.”

“and you couldn’t just tell me that from the get-go?” it’s a fair point, and he throws you an apologetic look from across the table. “i understand, okay? just,” you swipe a hand through your hair. “no more secrets. i don’t think i’ll be as understanding if there’s a next time.”

“of course, my love.”

⎯⎯ childe

he fears that one day, he’ll come home and you won’t be there anymore; his involvement with the fatui doesn’t make it any better.

the fatui is known for... it’s notorious deeds, to put it lightly. he had warned you beforehand, that dating a fatui harbinger will be exhausting. mentally, that is.

he’s bloodthirsty and thrill-seeking— it’s his nature. but he knows you don’t agree with the brutal ways the fatui handles their business, and he tries his best to take your mind off of it.

but it’s hard to ignore the words that circulate around liyue about certain things that he’s been up to. childe wonders that if you’ll get fed up one day, and just leave him.

there’s always a small amount of anxiety that bubbles up within childe whenever he approaches the doors of your shared bedroom. there’s that slightly irrational fear that he’ll walk in, and the room will be empty; you won’t be beneath the sheets in deep sleep, and your small breaths wouldn’t fill the room. his hand is hovering over the doorknob, and he almost laughs. a man like him, who stares death in its eyes, too afraid to open the door in fear that he’ll see something he doesn’t like.

childe gathers the courage to twist the knob, and the door creaks softly as he pushes it open. he pauses halfway, the fear taking over him for a second, but pushes through. he lets out an audible breath of relief— seeing you alive and well in front of him, and the comforts of just seeing that. his shoulders slack visibly at the confirmation, and he allows himself to enter the room.

he strips himself of clothes that he’s worn outside, changing into ones more fitting for bed. he’d jump straight into your arms if he could— but he knows that even in a sleepy state, you would still scold him.

he stalks towards the bed after doing the necessities. you stir at the way the bed dips beside you, feeling a pair of strong arms wrap around you. “childe?” you mutter. your voice is laced with sleepiness having just awoken, and you’re rubbing at your eyes as you turn to face him. it takes a second for your brain to start functioning, and you blurt out the first word that comes to mind. “hi.”

“hi to you too,” he mirrors, a small smile gracing his lips. your eyes are barely open as you glance at him, and your words are slightly slurred— but despite that, he truly thinks he’s the luckiest man in the world that he has someone as good as you. someone who sticks around, despite his affiliation. “i’ve missed you a lot, y’know.” he says.

“i missed you more,” you challenge, even in your sleep driven state.

he chuckles at you, before pressing a small kiss to your nose. “sure, sure. let’s fight about who misses each other more in the morning, okay?”

⎯⎯ xiao

he’ll often doubt why you’re with him— and wonder if there’ll ever be a day where you run out of patience with him.

he’s getting better with affection, and he’s not finding it as weird as he had before. he doesn’t initiate things, still too embarrassed about the last time he failed to hug you. he wants things to be intimate, but there are still times where he flinches if you touch his hand or hug him, after forgetting to give him a heads up.

you always smile at him, and tell him that you care for his comfort the most. he can see the pain behind your smile though— almost a year of dating and he still hasn’t warmed up to you.

xiao still doesn’t fully understand the logic and need behind affection. but what he does know is that humans seek affection. they are social beings after all. knowing that, he worries that you’ll eventually want someone else who can give you the affection that you deserve.

“i’m sorry,” xiao apologizes in a panic. he was so thrown off-guard and so deep in his thought, that when you’d given him a back hug, he had reacted more violently than intended. thus, he had instinctively pushed you off his shoulder. it was hard to miss the flash of hurt in your eyes as you stumbled back, a little baffled, not expecting xiao to react in a such a way. “i... i apologize for that, y/n.”

it’s easy to notice the literal distance between you two and he reaches out for you, to which he stops himself midway. there’s just something that feels so wrong about touching you right now, especially after he’d just shoved you— it doesn’t feel right. even to now, he’s still scared of touching you. he finds himself getting frustrated at the way that he just can’t wrap his head around doing things in a romantic aspect. even he’s running out of patience with himself, so why do you still have so much?

you notice the way his hand stops, and you can see the countless of emotions within his eyes as he stares at his hands. there’s little glimpses of worry, of self-doubt, and you can tell right now that he’s being critical of himself. you don’t blame him for reacting that way, now that you look back on it in hindsight. anyone would’ve reacted like that as a form of self-defense.

“it’s alright, xiao, it really is.” you reassure him. “don’t be too harsh on yourself, okay? i said we’d take it as slow as we have to, and i plan on keeping my word for that. now... may i?” you gesture to his outstretched hand. he gives you a blank look at first, but nods slowly.

you take his hands in yours— you take your time to link your fingers, intertwining them and appreciating the way they mold together perfectly. you let him feel the way you draw soothing circles on the back of his hand. it’s such a simple action, but it flows with intimacy, and it has a weird feeling erupting in his stomach. (butterflies, he recalls you telling him.)

“see this?” you raise your linked hands. “if this is what you’re comfortable with at the moment, then i’m more than willing to hold hands for as long as you want.”

he wonders if you’ll grow impatient with him— but for now, he’s reassured you’ll stick around.

⎯⎯ author’s note

i’ve put this off for so long, and i intended on keeping it short— but then i felt bad and so i decided to indulge just a little

[moodcafe]

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[sagebetweenthepages]

[irishwonders]

Scouts of Paradis Island || Realistic Version

[atomicfilm]

Identifying xNTPs

- seem popular when you first look at them, probably attractive (it’s that pouty lip lifestyle)

- then you realize that they don’t talk to people

- then you realize that when they do talk, they talk really loudly

- then you realize, when they talk to their close friends, they won’t shut up

- except for when they’re silent for three months at a time

- then you get slapped w/ the fact that they’re A NERD (and proud of it)

- OR you never find out they’re a nerd and think everyone else is delusional for treating them like they’re the most intelligent person on the planet when clearly, this person is a big dumbass

- probably waiting for someone to do or say something interesting

- might be surrounded by people but always on the outside of the circle or latched onto one person 

- EYE CONTACT. Hands down, the easiest way to know assuming they have already acknowledged your existence. I personally don’t know what to do with my eyes during a conversation so I don’t really look away. Only look at you if they’re interested. 

- “No, oh wait, maybe…” is their go-to response (a conversation btwn INTPs is like so: “no, for this reason-” “no, you’re wrong because-” “no, because-” “no, I’m correct”)

- often really bored by whatever is happening outside of their head so they either won’t engage or will try to start a game or something

- always known as the funny friend

- easily annoyed, famous for glares, sometimes it’s meant as a joke

- in class, they wait for someone else to answer the teacher’s questions first before deciding they’ll take initiative when no one else does  — > applies to most things

- cuddly but in a particular way, likely want to be the one to initiate all forms of bodily contact once they’re close to you

- might not even like cats but 100% of people will read them as a cat-person

- intelligent but forgets a lot of shit because they just don’t care enough or haven’t had to remember that piece of knowledge in 3 yrs. 

- when they’re passionate, they’re all in, the edge of the multiverse is the limit / when they’re not, they’re gonna sleep for the next 100 yrs. and will growl at you if you wake them

- may wake up early but won’t do anything until 7:00PM-4:00 AM because it’s peak performance hour

- great at finding other people’s stuff, great at losing their own

- respond to your questions like a CIA agent, you’re on a need to know basis 

- but also will randomly spill all their secrets at 3 AM

- when someone says they’re friends w/ them they respond either like 1) “we’re friends?” *confusion* or 2) “we’ve been in love since we met” 

- their good friends know who their crush is before they know

- text you immediately but often forget you exist if you don’t constantly remind them (it’s okay, they forget they exist)

- love you lots but are also trying not to be too attached

- kinda nice but also analyzing your every move and storing it in their mental bank 

- they will remember really specific things about you and will either use this to tell when you’re lying or to get you great birthday presents

- don’t trust you but supposedly they should give people the benefit of the doubt

- if you insult them, they will look at you blankly because they’re trying to figure out if you meant that as an insult, if they care about you, and if they care at all

- competitive but unmotivated at the same time

- play hard, play hard some more, continue to play, work non-stop for 22 hrs.  until something is perfect, never work again

[makiema]

# ‘99 kurapika supremacy

[magesup]

who stole akis hair tie?

[genshin-fluff]

Xiao, Diluc - physical touch

Xiao

Once you get past the walls that he’s built around him, you’ll find out that he’s nothing but a gentle, tender person, a lonely soul longing to feel the warmth of love. Expect nothing but soft, sweet moments from him: moments when he’ll hold your hand into his just so he can feel your skin under his touch, moments when he’ll place a kiss on top of your forehead just because he likes how your lips curl into a smile afterwards, moments when he’ll pull you into his arms just to keep you there.

With him, everything is tentative, and if he senses any hint of hesitation from you, any trace of faltering, he will retreat. Deep down, however, he’s grown desperate – desperate for your touch, so desperate that in your absence he feels hollow, as if something’s not quite right, as if something’s missing. All he wants to do is to kiss you under the moonlight until the sun rises again, to bask in the warmth of your touch until you fall asleep in each other’s arms, to hold you tightly into his arms until you’ll have to beg him to let you go.

For this reason, his hugs seem to last an eternity: with his hands wrapped around your body, gently drawing circles at the small of your back, with your head resting on his shoulder as turn your head every now and then to place a soft kiss right under his jaw.

Diluc

When it comes to kissing you, Diluc gets heated up pretty quickly. One moment, his lips are softly brushing against yours, catching your bottom lip between his teeth before gently sucking and nibbling on it. The next moment, his burning lips are against your neck, and you can feel his hungry moans against your skin reverberating through your body. Yet for him, it’s not enough. It’s never enough when he gets heated up, so heated up that the world around him becomes nothing but a blur while your image stays crystal clear. Your legs are trembling, your body feels heavy, and you cling to his body, wrapping your arms around his torso as you lean on him for equilibrium.

He knows what he’s doing to you, and seeing you so pliant under him electrifies him even more, his moans getting more guttural as his lips travel up your neck and to your mouth, leaving behind a wet trail of saliva, only to sweep it away as he slides his hand to your neck, his thumb running up and down against your pulse point. He’s still wearing his gloves, and compared to the softness of his scorching lips, they’re cold and slightly rough, a moan escaping your lips at the sudden contact. Diluc took advantage of this opportunity to claim your mouth in a fervent, desperate kiss, your tongues swirling and dancing against each other, your heartbeat violent against your chest as you drowned in his taste.

[calyxs-stuff]

THESE.ARE.THE.CUTEST.CHILDRENS.I.HAVE.EVER.SEEN.

[sierrascribbles]

checkmate! (diluc x reader)

lmao. this is based on diluc’s line where he mentions he wants u to play chess w him … i thot it’d be cute to write that scene !! thanks to tumblr user diluclovemail as always for giving me brainrot

i promise i will write kaeya next …….. or anyone but diluc lol

he has a serious look on his face as he watches you from across the board, legs crossed as he sees your face scrunched up in concentration, trying to figure out your next move.

truth be told, he wasn’t at all as good at this game as he acted like, he was decent, sure, but he couldn’t be good at everything. kaeya beat him nine games out of ten — and even on the one win he was sure his brother did something to intentionally lose. diluc was a sore loser, and kaeya knew that. he wouldn’t continue to play if kaeya steamrolled him every time. 

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[sierrascribbles]

show me where you are stellate. (diluc x reader)

ask: “patching up an injury with diluc pls🥺🤏 like he did his darknight hero duty and s/o kisses scar on his back too 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺”

he stumbles in late, the dawn of the next day already peeking its way through the clouds. diluc was always home at odd hours, it came with the job, but today even you couldn’t keep yourself up late enough to welcome him home. to make sure he didn’t overextend himself more than he usually did.

you’re awoken by a loud shattering noise coming from down the hall of the winery. it was far too early for the maids to be making their rounds; could it be an intruder? you grab the weapon kept by your bedside and ignore the shiver that wracks through your body as your feet hit the cold, wooden floor.

traipsing across the hall, alert as you can be in your sleep-weary state, you realize there’s a lamp on in the washroom. you feel yourself settle as you realize who it most likely is. you use the blunt side of your weapon to push open the door, just in case.

there you find him on the floor, attempting to dress a large gash on his abdomen, ugly and red and seeping through the bandages already crudely wrapped around himself.

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[hotelmenetekel]

you’ve been infected with older sibling disease… it’s highly contagious 😔

[sierrascribbles]

kisses in secret w/diluc~

“DILUC AND KISSING IN SECRET WITH A FEM S/O AIDJDJA AHH THANK YOU”

of course !! the diluc stans have invaded i see!!!! reader is gn tho hope u dont mind !!!

diluc prided himself on being a thorough man, everything he did he planned out carefully and executed to perfection; every attack, every trade negotiation, the recipes for the wines that were the financial core of monstadt — everything needed to be precise. 

emotion always caused these calculations of his to become shaky. despite his years of surprising every feeling he had, his emotions were quick to overflow and consume him entirely: the plan no longer mattered, he would take things into his own hands.

so, when he saw kaeya sitting just a little too close to you he can’t help but stare. kaeya always had a problem with keeping his hands to himself after his third ‘death by midnight’, but it wasn’t a problem diluc felt the need to deal with. he minded his own business, until those wandering hands wound up slung around your shoulder, him slurring something that you found far too amusing for his liking. 

worst of all, you didn’t seem to mind it. was the attention of kaeya more interesting than that of himself? diluc feels the glass he was cleaning chip and shatter in his gloved hand.

“something wrong, master diluc?” one of the bar’s servers asks him, leaning against the side of the bar. 

“nothing,” he mumbles, “i just need to clear my head, is all. i will be back in a moment.” and with that, he exits the tavern, slamming the door just hard enough the entire bar notices.

diluc feels refreshed as the cool monstadt breeze stings his cheeks. it was almost time for him to patrol as the darknight hero, he feels his hands itch for the hilt of his claymore. 

“diluc?” he hears your voice, and almost immediately the emotions that had been bubbling dangerously simmer down, momentarily forgetting his jealousy. to have such an effect on him, you really were something dear to him. “are you okay? it’s not like you to storm out like that.”

“i am fine.” he crosses his arms, leaning against one of the crates in the alleyway. his heart beats wildly in his chest as you look up at him, eyes curious, trying to pry a little deeper into his psyche. 

and then, before you can ask him what was really bothering him, he surges forward, hands grabbing the sides of your arms and kissing you hungrily, roughly, fumbling for the right rhythm. you hardly have a moment to reciprocate before he’s pulling you closer, the messiness of it all increasingly embarrassing, you feel your face going warm as he presses you up against the stacks of crates. diluc kisses you again and again and again, each time more needy than the last.

when he pulls away, his chest is heaving, pale cheeks flushed. in the quiet of the night, no one but you two around, diluc smiles sheepishly. the quiet simmer now evaporating into the darkness. 

“what was that about?” your voice is hushed, lips puffy from such an intense kiss. “not that i minded at all.”

“i just... wanted to kiss you and couldn’t wait any longer to do so.” 

[kgymz]

I feel Blue. :(

[panditas]

[woorbi]

magic is in the air

[woorbi]

party girls don’t get hurt