Imagine your f/o fixing your jewelry for you (ex. adjusting your necklace when the clasp falls forward, untangling your bracelets, fixing your piercings, etc). They don’t need to bring attention to it, they just fix it to make your life easier.
summary: Your friend realizes how hopeless you are when it comes to romance. So, they dare you to send a cheesy pick up line to a random person in your phone. Except somehow the randomizer they used ended up picking the person you were smitten for….
type: headcannons, gn!reader, not proofread
characters: venti, lohen, and albedo
warnings: mentions of alcohol, lohen talking abt wanting to be strangled, suggestive pick-up line in albedo’s
a/n: i hate all of these but I wanted to post them before locking in on event requests this week
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whoever wrote them is writing / generating with ai. It’s very very well known the specific cadence it uses. It may not be easy to spot if you aren’t familiar with it, but I’d implore you to look into it by seeing the patterns and very common ai-isms.
I honestly don't think it is AI. I follow plenty of writers on tiktok, and they use a similar cadence too, but I don't think most of them actually uses it. AI still stoles from human writers, so it can get confusing nowadays whatever someone is using it or not, but this doesn't mean that someone who choose to use specific terms necessarily uses it. at the leat, that's my opinion, tho.
Imagine sitting down and drawing/writing/making something and F/o walks up behind you, puts a hand on your shoulder, and starts complimenting everything!!! Your art is SO good and F/o knows it <3
giving body worship but in the sweetest n softest way >>>
paying extra attention to where they’re most insecure, whispering sweet things against their soft skin. telling them you love them between gentle kisses. not even caring about your own pleasure, just giving them whatever they need. commenting on how cute they look coming undone beneath you, maybe i’ll even toss in a “i’m so glad you’re mine”
consider it reminding them how much you truly and deeply adore them with every fibre of your being. dedicating yourself to them, reassuring them that you’re not leaving.
my favorite fic trope is when two characters are in love with each other and one doesn't know they're in love yet and the other thinks they could never love them back and they already act just like a couple and do coupley things and keep having *moments* where any normal person would realize there's more going on but they're kinda dumb about each other and it's a slow burn of them basically being a couple and not realizing it before confessing their undying love for each other
Albedo x fem!/gender neutral!reader where reader is frustrated with him because she's mad and he's completely chill so she just randomly comes up to him and pins him down and starts kissing the star on his neck and like marks him all over the neck and he's like a red flustered mess like jsksjsjsjskjsjsjJajsjjsjskkz yeahhh 😝😜🤪
(IM DOWN BAD IM SO SORRY)
remember to have fun, drink, eat and love yourself dear ;3
anon when I read this I fully spiralled cos WDYM IVE NEVER THOUGHT OF KISSING THAT MARK OF HIS OH MY GOSH. I love the way your brain works ahshdjfs. and I'm just going to magically canon that his mark is sensitive~
anyways thank u and I hope it's okay!!
summary: Albedo doesn't seem to notice the things you want him to notice and you're getting tired of it.
wc: 2.3k
albedo x reader below the cut!!
“Ready to head out?” Albedo’s voice rings through the hallway of your home and you sing back an acknowledgement in response. You were heading out to the tavern for a get together with some of your mutual colleagues. Albedo, the gentleman he was, urged you he’d pick you up – he felt bad he didn’t get to spend the morning with you since he was still drowning himself with work.
You step out in your new dress and you see him look you up and down, it was quick and short, but you still caught it. He smiles softly and holds his hand out to you, kissing your knuckles gently.
Albedo was a great partner to you, really, you would gush about how amazing he is to anyone you could if you had the opportunity to. But somewhere along the many months of you two officially getting together, you had realised he was greatly oblivious to matters that concerned you.
He didn’t even compliment the new dress you got. The one you got, just to impress him.
The truth was, you were frustrated with the distance between the two of you. He was busy with work if he was in the city, and when he was in Dragonspine, you’d be lucky to even get a glimpse of him. He was always studying, always working, always busy. It was why today was important to you, you wanted to spend time together on the rare occasion he was available. Unfortunately, it was also the scheduled get together with your colleagues.
But even now, as you walked beside him, his mind seemed elsewhere.
You feel your grip on his hand loosen on your way to the tavern.
You were greeted pleasantly by everyone. And although Albedo seemed indifferent at first, he did warm up to everyone eventually. You knew he wasn’t one for social interactions, but he bared with it for you. You were thankful for that. Soon enough you found out why Albedo’s mind seemed to be wandering.
“I’ll head out first, I’ve got some work to finish off. I’ll see you tomorrow morning before I head to Dragonspine, okay? I love you, goodnight.”
Your heart sinks, you stare a little too long and he realises it too. Albedo’s eyes soften before he leans in to kiss your cheek, he doesn’t say a word more. You nod your head and smile back,
“Sure thing, goodnight”
Once Albedo leaves, you feel your shoulders slump, and the nagging Cavalry Captain beside you begins to smirk, “Wow, just like that huh? Guess our little game didn’t work after all”
By game, Kaeya was talking about flirting with you in front of your darling partner. Kaeya knew all about your predicament, so he wanted to help you out. But it only ended up embarrassing you. Albedo didn’t notice at all, and if he did, he didn’t do a single thing to stop it. You sigh and look to Kaeya,
“I think he hates me”
Kaeya rolls his eyes before speaking, “I think you need to tell him how you feel. Albedo’s brain operates a little differently, he won’t know it’s a problem till you tell him”
You think to yourself silently, he was right. But it didn’t make you feel any better. In fact, it made you even more upset, angry, irritated. You knew it was a horrible thing to feel towards him when you haven’t even given him the space to understand the weight of his actions.
But he is so indifferent, it’s starting to feel painful.
Staying by Kaeya wasn’t a good move. He’s drinking too much, and he’s talking even more, fueling your anger second by second till you finally snap and stand up from your table. Kaeya smirks as he watches you stomp out of the tavern, cheering you on.
You were headed straight to headquarters, where you know Albedo will be. You knew he’d either be in his office, or in his room. And since his office was surprisingly empty so you entered into his room – no knocks, no greetings, you pushed your way in.
Albedo’s eyes open wide as he turns to see who the new intruder is. He was about to change his shirt, it was untucked from his shorts and half unbuttoned.
“Oh? Hello.... is something the matter? I didn’t think you’d come here tonight”
“You’re awful you know!” you say, scowling at him. You’ve closed the door behind you and look at your lover who now has his eyebrows knotted together in confusion. It irritates you even more.
“You don’t care about me anymore, do you?” You start, your voice already loud enough to make Albedo’s eyebrows shoot upward. He blinks once, then twice, settling in the silence before he sees you striding closer to him
“Of course I do. Where is this going?” he says softly, looking over to his lover that seemed all but too clearly lost their patience. Truthfully, he didn’t understand what was going on, but the words that were coming out of your mouth were concerning.
You continue to stride closer and Albedo unknowingly seems to step back. Almost as if he is slightly afraid.
“My dress is new and you didn’t even call me pretty. In fact, you didn’t say anything” you spit and he shakes his head,
“I didn’t think I needed to, you’re always pretty.”
You scowl a little more, making him wince into a shrug. His feet have already hit the edge of his bed and you’re standing right in front of him. All with that awful expression on your face that wanted to paint him as a villain.
“And Kaeya, he was flirting with me all night. Did you even notice?”
Albedo feels his heart race now, it wasn’t the question that frightened him. It was the way you were intimidating him. He wasn’t scared of you, but he had never seen this side of you before. To him, you were his soft-spoken sweetheart, who would never argue or raise their voice at him. But, he would be lying if he said this new behaviour didn’t intrigue him greatly.
With one more step closer, he feels himself fall back onto his bed, and you follow soon after.
He almost stutters in response now, even though he knew well his words were pure, “I don’t ever question your loyalty, I trust you. There was no harm in your conversations with Kaeya-”
The words should be reassuring, and they would be if you were in your right mind. But you weren’t. You were seething. You wanted nothing more than to just scream. And the way he answered so straight forwardly really ticked you off even more.
“You are so frustrating!” you hiss, your fingers grasping at his wrists to pin him down. Albedo doesn’t understand what he’s feeling right now, but it’s a mixture of confusion and excitement. He didn’t know you felt this way about him. He didn’t know his lack of affirmation lead to your now demise.
You feel your heart beating out of your chest as you look at Albedo underneath you. There’s a genuine innocence in that shocked expression of his. But he also looks otherworldly like this – his golden air sprawled like a flower of some sort, his eyes, soft. You almost start to feel bad for yelling at him, he so clearly didn’t know any of it was a problem till now. The last thing he would ever want is to upset you. And here you were, upset.
Your chest aching and burning all at once, your grip on his wrists grow tighter as you lean down to kiss his neck. You don’t know why you did it. Perhaps it was the heat of the moment, or the guilt that ate away at you.
Or perhaps it was that golden mark centered on his neck that was calling you. And who were you to ignore it?
Albedo lets out a soft noise when he feels your mouth suckle on the center of his neck. There was a strange sensation that filled his entire being when you had done that. You had kissed him before, but not there.
His mark was sensitive. Neither of you knew till now. But it was obvious now with the way his cheeks began to paint into a flushed pink.
When you settle your weight on him, he finds breathing a little harder, his fingers grasping at the sheets to steady himself till you had eventually let go of his wrists. You continue to trial a myriad of bites over the soft skin of his neck, enjoying the way he tried his best to keep quiet and still.
His palms find their way to your hips, holding you against him, gripping you tighter. He makes no move to push you off or complain.
Not until you stop.
You had come to your senses now. You pushed yourself up, staring at the faint red marks scattered all over his neck – you were sure they’d bruise purple in the next few days.
You had completely lost yourself with your emotions, you had marked him up like an animal.
And he let you.
Albeit embarrassed, your eyes wonder to his; they were dazed, full of yearning. And, well, glassy. You couldn’t look for too long, you were feeling your cheeks grow red hot. You sit up almost immediately and move to get off of him, but his palms are steady on your thighs, pressing you in and holding you there.
“Keep going” he mumbles, sitting up with you, pulling on your legs to fully settle you on his lap. He’s flushed, you haven’t seen him quite like this before, “…please”
You shake your head, “I’m sorry, I was being mean for no reason”
“Don’t apologise… I made you feel less than you should… I should… pay more attention to those I cherish.” he whispers onto your lips before taking them for himself. He’s hungry, needy, you seemed to have riled him up a great deal because he’s moaning all too softly into your kiss.
Like he’d melt into the bed if you touch him any longer but cry and beg if you pushed him away and ever told him no.
“I promise I’ll do better… forgive me, please?” he whines, kissing you repeatedly, like an oath.
You manage to pull back, suddenly overwhelmed.
You look at Alebdo’s doe eyes, they’re full of love. They always have been, they always will be. You feel awful for ever doubting his love for you.
Your eyes drift down to the golden mark on his neck, your thumb glides over it. You feel Albedo sigh softly as you press a little firmer, his hold on your waist a little tighter as a shiver runs down him. There’s silence between the two of you – it’s comfortable, sensual.
Until.
“Answer it”
It was a familiar ringtone. Albedo’s ringtone.
The apology and heartfelt moment between the two seemed to crumble down in that moment. Albedo wanted to hide himself away, he knew who it was and for what purpose. He was expecting this call. He had come back from the tavern to continue his work, after all.
You both knew that.
It’s why it made the situation so much worse for him. Albedo looks to you with pleading eyes as he shakes his head and settles his face into your chest. He was already on the verge of tears with the way you were teasing him, but now, he was close to letting himself go. He rests his face in your warmth as the ringtone plays out, almost as if he wanted to drown out the sound. Your fingers tangle in his hair as your other palm wonders to grasp a hold of his phone.
“It’s Sucrose, you should take it. It could be important” you say, hearing him whine into your chest. You huff and tilt his head up to yours.
Albedo looks away, he truly doubts that. If anything, Sucrose was about to recite her findings to him; that, which would take a considerable amount of time. To think he was just about to have you to himself as well.
He tried to reason with you, but you insisted, and once his phone started ringing again, he had no other choice.
You smile softly at him. With that look in your eyes, he knew you were setting him up. You were his sweetheart, but that didn’t mean you weren’t stubborn. And if anything had taught him, tonight of all nights, he was garnering a true understanding of your nature.
Albedo was a patient man, he had a lot of control to exercise self-restraint, but this tested him.
You had pushed him down once again only seconds after he had greeted Sucrose over the phone. Your soft finger traces the outline of his star shaped mark before you kiss on it again. Albedo shut’s his eyes closed, a palm at his mouth, hoping, just hoping, Sucrose would finish her report a little faster.
You were cruel. And he let you be that way.
In a sense, he felt he deserved it. He should have seen it coming. He needed to be more aware of you, and your needs – you were all he cared for. And when you were sitting so pretty on him like you were now, it almost didn’t matter that you were actively putting him in a compromising position.
It didn’t matter that you were slowly torturing him every time you so purposefully grinded your hips against his.
It didn’t matter that your soft palms kept roaming under his shirt and soothing his bare skin. Back and forth.
And it certainly didn’t matter how you kept your lips suckling on his neck.
None of that mattered.
“Thank you, Sucrose,” Albedo manages to muster through breathes, before hanging up.
His head falls to sink in the mattress below him as he closes his eyes. Oh, he felt like he was in eternal bliss. But it was just the beginning.
His bliss was just beginning. And that was easy to understand when you took his palms in yours to help pull your dress down. All with an innocent giggle.
Imagine bumping noses with your fos. There’s something so sweet and silly about the idea of bumping noses with your fos and sharing a breathless laugh at the awkwardness of the closeness. The kind of laugh that makes your cheeks go red and your eyes crinkle with happiness as you bump foreheads and press the tips of your noses together.
f/o who walks into a room you're already in and takes exactly one look at you and has to make a very quick decision about their priorities for the evening
UHFDJJDKSMSMS even though he’s in his lab and does experiments all the time, I think albedo would have pretty soft hands. He also wears gloves 24/7 so yk. BUT I think he’d get cramps in his fingers/wrists so he’d let you massage/toy with his hands. His veins would be visible too, since he’s skinny and pale. I LOVE A MAN WHOS GOOD WITH HIS HANDS👅👅
