#ayaka x reader
this series will only be updated when im sick
this could be platonic or romantic idrk i share beds with my friends all the time
im sick and cranky and over worked so im listening to the magnus archives (episode 139 as of now) while writing this
ayaka manages to wake up in the weirdest positions bc she moves so much in her sleep.
itto snores. so. LOUDLY. but the trick where you kick the person and then they stop snoring doesnt work on him. he kicks you back and continues shaking the house with his snoring.
hu tao farts in her sleep. she’s lactose intolerant but couldnt care less/forgets all the time (#relatable) so i think you can come to your own conclusions with that information…. ew.
the raiden shogun (ei) sleeps with her eyes open. she never actually “sleeps”, but its easier to describe how she rests as sleeping. she goes into REM with her eyes open and its the scariest thing you will ever see in your entire life.
ganyu basically falls off the bed because she refuses to be anywhere near you. dont take it personally, she’ll just lose her mind if you guys make any sort of physical contact.
yun jin is part of the snoring/sleep talking club! honestly you dont mind at all (if you do SHAME ON YOU jkjk unless….) her snoring is basically like singing idfk how she does it but her nose can sing???????? dont question me this is my account not yours
kokomi sleeps for 2 hours and then stays up for the rest of the day. somebody help her plz just let her SLEEP
gorousleeps with his tail between his legs because it bothers him when his knees touch
(side note I HATE WHEN MY KNEES TOUCH I DONT KNOW WHY ITS JUST ICKY)
beidou’s arm will randomly move and smack you in the face. it stays there for the rest of your night and she doesnt know that she does it.
kaeya is a sleep hugger but to the point where its sO ANNOYING he has such a strong grip and you literally cant move at all. if you move as much as a centimeter, he will hug you impossibly tighter. kaeya scares me
razor falls asleep in the bed and always manages to make it onto the floor. he literally could sleep in the middle of the bed and manage to wake up face first on the floor.
i just- im miserable. poor me nothing is worse than this this is the worst thing thats ever happened to anyone ever… obviously.
Ayaka would be the best sister to someone who wears a hijab/headscarf. Super patient and kind and gets cutely excited to help do all sorts of intricate headscarf styles!!
Big brother Ayato who gets comfortable, beautiful prints of fabric too
her love languages ( pt. 1/? )
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mod.chr; if you don’t know what the five love languages are, here’s a link. the five love languages consist of quality time, physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, and gift-giving. on another note, i love them so much <3333 ( my inbox is open again, if anyone’s interested in requesting )
overview.txt;hc + fic | warnings.zip -> n/a.file | 500-600wc
gift-giving ( her -> you ); i feel as though this one is pretty self-explanatory. as the eldest daughter of the kamisato clan, ayaka has more wealth than the average inazuman citizen, so whenever she spots something that she thinks you would like, she would most likely buy it for you, no matter the price.
( unless the item is very pricey for no apparent reason. )
“(name)?”
you perked up, turning your head to see your lover walking behind you. “ayaka! how was your trip to the city?”
smiling, ayaka kneels beside you, her pale hair rippling due to the slight wind. “it was quite pleasant, i very much enjoyed it. the citizens were nice, and i was able to meet yoimiya.”
you grinned, closing your eyes as you did so. “that’s great to hear. i’m happy you were able to spend some time away from work and take a break.”
ayaka flinched as she remembered how much time she had spent with yoimiya discussing upcoming festivals.
“ayaka? are you alright?…”
panicked, ayaka nodded quickly. “yes, yes, i’m alright. don’t worry, snowflake.”
noticing the skeptical expression on her face, ayaka quickly picked up the box to her right and placed it on your lap. “here, i bought you a gift i bought while i was on my trip.”
your suspicion quickly subsided as you picked up the box from your lap. “oh? what is it?”
“well, why don’t you open it and see?”
words of affirmation ( you -> her );ayaka loves it when you tell her how much you love her. she has her insecurities and struggles at times, and even if it’s just an “i love you”, from her, it makes her day even better.
“thoma, where is (name)?”
“(name)? they said they had urgent matters to attend to in the city and should be back by tomorrow. why?”
disappointed, ayaka shook her head. “it’s nothing. i’ll be in my room, then.” thoma nodded before continuing his sweeping, only to then stop once again.
“ah, milady, hold on!”
at his call, ayaka stops walking and turns around with a confused expression. “is something the matter, thoma?”
the housekeeper jogs over to her before holding out an envelope, which she takes. “(name) told me to give this to you before they left.”
her curiosity piqued, ayaka takes the envelope. “thank you, thoma.”
once she was inside her room, ayaka opened the envelope and took out the card that was inside.
“hello, darling!
thoma said that you were struggling a bit today, so i hope you’re doing better now.
did i ever tell you how much i love you? now that i think about it, probably not. i’ll tell you when i get home, so be prepared for that, okay?
love, (name).”
her cheeks red, ayaka leaned against the door with her head tilted back and her eyes closed, her hands holding the letter to her chest.
“how comforting…”
notes; *looks at the other woman i have to do* sometimes, being gay is a disadvantage.
quality time ( her -> you ); as the acting grand master, jean rarely had time for herself, much less time for you. that said, she tries her best to free up her schedule so that the two of you could spend more time with each other.
both you and jean stood side to side, elbows barely touching as you did your jobs. your lover was cutting up some vegetables and cheese while you kneaded the dough.
“y’know, i didn’t think you would be home tonight. you haven’t been inside the house for a while now.”
smiling guiltily, jean picked up a mushroom before slicing it in half. “i truly am sorry about that, my love, i really am, but i’m here now, aren’t i?”
you sigh, sprinkling more flour onto the dough. “…better late than never, i suppose.”
“mmh…”
silence fell onto the two of you once again, and it stayed that way until the you put the pizza into the oven.
“did i ever tell you how i got my vision?” you asked, standing up after tending to the fire with your pyro abilities.
the question seemed to surprise jean, but she quickly recomposed herself. “uhm, no, i don’t believe you have.”
“then, if you’re going to stay here for the night, i’d be more than happy to tell you about it over dinner.”
jean smiled at you happily, her blue orbs eyes glinting under the candlelight. “andi would be more happy to listen to you, my dandelion.”
< a/n; ngl whenever people use eyes instead of orbs it sorta weird me out :’) no offense to the people who use that though, i think it’s just a very unique synonym for “eyes”. >
words of affirmation ( you -> her ); during her childhood, jean has never been told “i love you” all that much. it isn’t much of a surprise, though, seeing as her mother seemed the type to lecture her children rather than give them affection. this is why she gets quite flustered when you tell her you love her and appreciates it more than a normal person would.
“lisa…-huff-…please help me.”
the librarian turned around to see the blonde knight panting behind her, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. “jean? what happened to you?”
she watched as her friend trudged over to a chair beside her desk before collapsing into it. “i think i’m sick.”
“you think you’re sick?” the librarian frowns, setting down the book she had been holding. “is there a reason why?”
“it’s just… whenever (name) tells me this… thing, my heart pounds like crazy.” jean says, fidgeting.
“and what is this thing?”
“that… they, um, love me.”
“that they love you.” lisa repeats incredulously. “jean, you think you’re sick because your heart pounds whenever your lover tells you they love you?”
jean’s cheeks promptly turn red once again as she presses her face into her hands. “it sounds a lot more ridiculous when you say it like that.”
“well, of course, it does.” lisa said, crossing her arms. “it already sounded ridiculous when you first said it.”
groaning, the blonde takes her face out of her hands. “lisa, what am i supposed to do now? when they said that, it was like my mind just melted immediately after!”
“well, it’s not as if you just walked away without giving (name) a response, right? there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
noticing the anxious expression on jean’s face, lisa’s eyes widened in disbelief. “jean, you didn’t just… walk away from them without saying anything, did you?”
a shake of a head.
“not even an, ‘i love you, too’, back?”
another shake.
“oh dear…”
