Warnings: Profanity, Angst.

write write i uh write u ihu

HUh uh let i uh

write childe x reader

wher elike reader is sick ahoo GUESS WHO THIS IS ITS UR FAVEROITE MOOT

Are you... Sick?!

Ft. Childe aka tartaglia.

Cw : idk ooc ehm, stuff sick person do, reader a workaholic mf.

Sumarry : after being used to you taking care of him now its his turn to take care of you.

Reader's pronoun : They/Them

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It was a rainy and gloomy day, as you walked down the stone steps you could feel your head aching and your eyes getting even more blurry than ever. Crap did i caught a flu again?– is what you were saying since earlier, and what is even more worser is– what kind of sick person would walk themself home in the middle of the rain? Well, you of course.

Honestly, you were planning on to wait until the rain end but the aching on your head says otherwise, well you yourself doesn't want to be burden to your Co-worker right? Despite your friend and Co-Worker saying you should go home and take a rest, you insisted on working even later. And here you are, eyes puffy from how your eyes were watering, not from crying but from your flu of course, an aching head screaming for a rest, and also a tired body and mind.

And here you are, arriving on your shared house. As you opened the door, you walked yourself to the bathroom ignoring the splashing droplet of water from your wetted clothes, "I'll just.. clean it later." Said you while taking off your clothes and bathing yourself in a cold water, It would've been better if i bathe myself with a warm water– a word you diddn't even realize slipped off your mouth.

"Where is he.. why isn't he home yet" you said stepping off the stall and walked towards the table where your clothes sat ontop of the table. "Shit my towel, where is it?.. oh no i forgot to bring it here" nobody is home right? He's still not home yet– Opening up the bathroom door you walked yourself to your bedroom where your towel is stored, ugh i diddn't wipe my feet off and the floor is wet–

"(Na..–)" now, whose voice is this. "(Na–.. me!)" sounds like ajax, but from his yesterday letter it said that he will be home 2 more days right. Well.. ajax's–

"(Name)! There you are, Look what I–" not a liar right?.. oh my archon its him.

"Aaa, ajax don't look!" you screamed, your voice coming out raspy from how dry your throat were, "Oh wow, what a view." Ajax crossed his arm and laughed in amusement. Meanwhile you, were crouched down and hid your face in embarassment, "don't look.." there you are, crouching down in embarassment while your boyfriend is there laughing at you, "Cmon stand up don't be shy its not the first time i've seen you like this." He laughed.

"Hold on, let me get your towel." He said before running to your shared bedroom, that was embarassing... you muttered to yourself.

It wasn't that long till your boyfriend arrived with your towel, "here your towel." He said while rubbing your hair to dry it off, sniff.. sniffles you rubbed your nose.

"Are you okay?" Ajax tried to look at your hiding face, "lets.. dry yourself first, i don't want you to catch a cold." Too late im already sick– again you muttered to yourself and walked to the bedroom along with your boyfriend, "Sit here let me get your clothes." He walked to the wardrobe, "I was about to ask something, you're so quiet and.. you look sick" he said turning his head over, "Get out i'll dress myself." Your face were plastered with a visible scowl "but i wanna–.." "get out." "alright." Your boyfriend huffed in defeat and walked himself out of the bedroom.

Sigh.. my headache, its getting worser– You said whilst getting dressed, i should've listened to their protest don't i?– And now after being so stubborn about not wanting to take a rest you could feel how your body is giving up staying awake, you sat on your bed to avoid collapsing onto the floor and... making your boyfriend to worry even more.

Knock knock... "(name) are you finished? Can i come in?" Your boyfriend knocked on the door alerting you, "yea, come in Ajax." You said, when the door opened you could notice that Ajax was holding a tray of soup?..

"What's that ajax?" You peered over him with a curious gaze, "Its a soup i made with all my heart~" Ajax replied his face showing a genuine smile while he walked towards you, "since when did you make it? And how did i not notice." You asked, "Well i was home earlier than you, and since it was raining i was thinking, why not make a soup?" He said sitting beside you, "but then turns out you were sick." Ajax added, "So nice of you Ajax, thank you." You said while your hand reaches for the soup on his hand, but.. before you could even reach it, Ajax (softly) slapped your hand away.

"Nope! Im feeding you." Huh?! Did he just– "I insist, you're always doing this to me when im sick, so why can't i do the same hm?" He said while blowing his little fairy breath on the Spoon full of soup, "whatever ajax..." you opened your mouth, "there, is it good?" He asked and turned his gaze to you, "hm.. its.. Good! Its really good, what soup is this?" You swore your throat and stomach couldn't be much more better after eating the soup your boyfriend make, "This is a soup my mother used to make me when the weather is abit too cold back there in snezhnaya."

"You know this it what i hate when im not around–" there he goes on scolding you again, "you always overworked yourself don't you." You munched on the bits of meat on the soup, " y'know ajax, you overwork yourself when im not around too." Said you, "and how do you know–" "well that eyebags on your eyes explain it all." You pointed your fingers on the dark eyebags that sits under his eye, "Well.. ahem! Lets not talk about that."

"You know teucer was looking forward to meet you, and mother too well.. everyone did!" He said putting your now emptied bowl on the table beside your bed, "they're always like that don't they?" You giggled, "Yea yea.." he said while laying himself beside you, "You know you could get sick too right?" "I don't care, come scoot closer." You obeyed his word and scoots closer to him, "what are you trying to do.." you laid your head on his chest.

He stroked your hair and hummed a indeed familiar melody?.. oh, if you remembered correctly its a melody he hummed to you when you're having a bad day, his voice never fail to soothe your tired mind and with every hum coming out of his mouth, you find your gaze getting hazier and your body slowly realaxing, "sleep well and next time please don't overwork yourself (name).." he slipped a word, "mhm... you too.." you said before your vision completely darkening and your mind drifting to the dreamland.

You swore you could feel his lips on your head and an I love you slipping off his mouth.

Oh how lucky you are, having a boyfriend like him.

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Yoo its finished thanks my beloved drifty moots for this request, and funfact i write this when i was sick lmao. Anw enjoy

FFFUCCKK I ACCIDEJTALLY POSTED YHE CHILDE DRAFT.

Now how do i return it to the draft:/

[author’s note] sanzu is a toman boy too, but I’m excluding him because there’s a limit of 10 photos per post (5 character banners and 5 breaks is 10 🤷🏾‍♀️)... should I just stop using breaks or...?

toman boys reaction to dreaming of dead s/o | mitsuya, hakkai, kazutora, smily, angry.

warnings: angst, cussing, panic, death of reader in dream, brief mention of vomit, gn!reader.

@voldyshit-1997 said: “How do you think the tokyo revenger characters reacting to dreaming of their dead s/o”

part 1 (mikey, draken, baji, chifuyu, takemitchi)

— I can actually see him getting seriously ill over this, like damn near tripping and falling to get to the bathroom before he throws up.

— or he could be really surprisingly chill about it.

— he could just wake up and feel as though the room is incredibly hot for no reason.

— probably tosses the sheets off of his bed because it feels like he’s suffocating.

— scared.

— trembling a bit, but laughs at himself because he swears he’s been through worst.

— tries to talk himself out of calling you, or going to see you, or telling you to come over in the middle of the night.

— but he can’t. he ends up dialling your number wrong several times because his fingers keep shaking and he almost gives up and goes back to sleep but then the phone begins to ring and he just wants to see if you’ll answer.

— and you do.

— he finds himself trying to force a smile so that he doesn’t cry as you sleepily say, “hello?”

— he says nothing in reply, afraid that his voice’ll break and that you’ll know that he isn’t as strong as you thought.

— he gets kind of tired of being the big bro all the time.

— sometimes he needs to be comforted too.

— “... takashi?” you whisper, unknowingly bringing tears to his eyes as he wipes them away with an annoyed sigh. he shouldn’t cry, it’s not who he is, but he just can’t help it.

— “takashi, you there?” and he knows he should let you hang up, he knows that he should just let you believe that maybe he dialled you up by accident late at night, but he can’t stop himself from speaking.

— “m’here.” he says quietly.

— “do you... do you need something?”

— he wants to say no. god, he really wants to say no.

— he wants to leave you alone so you can get that sleep you so desperately need but he can’t stop himself.

— “hey, uhm, (y/n)?” stop, stop, stop.

— “yea?”

— “do you think you could, uh...” stop. stop it. just leave them alone and go back to sleep. stop it. “do you think you could come over?”

— he waits in silence for what feels like an eternity before you let out an exasperated sigh and he hears rustling, like you’re pulling on clothes.

— and he finds himself scrambling to tell you not to come, and that it was stupid of him to ask, but you reassure him that it’s fine and that you’ll be there soon.

— but when you go to hang up, he lets out a panicked, “wait.”

— and he doesn’t bother to explain himself or say anything, he just sits in silence while you leave the call open.

— you can tell he’s worried and that he doesn’t want you to hang up so you don’t, making you way over to his house.

— once you get there, he immediately opens the door and pulls you in.

— the two of you make your way to his room and he pulls you into his bed without much thought.

— he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t hang up the phone either. he just tries his best to relax now they you’re in his presence.

— crybaby central.

— let me not clown him like that.

— anyway, mans most definitely sheds a tear or two. either that, or the second he wakes up, he’s flinging himself out of the house and going to find you.

— he likely tries to seek comfort from yuzhua first so that he doesn’t have to come and bother you, but yuzhua isn’t very good at comfort and her “comfort” isn’t giving what it should have gave.

— she probably bats him away in her sleep and he ends up coming to find you anyway.

— is very quiet and calm when he comes to knock on your door.

— just smiles at you, content to see that you’re alive and well.

— but please do not ask him if he’s okay.

— mf WILL start bawling.

— and he’s a rather loud crier too.

— low-key hopes that you invite him in because he wants to be with you right now.

— if you do let him in, expect him to be super clingy upon entry because he is here for comfort.

— most likely doesn’t bother telling you what’s up, just needs your presence to relax him enough to where he can get back to sleep because he is most definitely tired.

— probably falls asleep before you and wakes up late the next day because your presence is just so comforting to him.

— will definitely overplay the nightmare thing so that he can sleep over again. :)

— shocked and scared at the same time, but not really.

— kazutora has had a very rough life, he has seen worse in reality than anything he has ever seen in a dream.

— but even still, the sight of you pale and lifeless in a fleeting dream might work him to tears.

— you mean a lot to him. way more than he’s willing to admit.

— he likes to think that he can be there to protect you but he knows he won’t be there all the time and that’s what worries him.

— texts you to see if you’re up.

— please reply or else he’ll call.

— if you don’t answer, best believe he will show up to your house and will break in.

— don’t play with him 🖐️

— answer the phone 🔫

— he will pick the lock to your window, he doesn’t care.

— all those years in juvie surely taught him something about a lock or two.

— don’t freak out if you catch him staring blankly at you at 2 in the morning.

— most likely was watching you sleep to see if you were breathing or not.

— had to make sure.

— you know, just in case :)

— might tap you gently to wake you up because he’s selfish and would like to talk to you for a moment.

— “hey, (y/n)... (y/n)?”

— wake up 🔫

— will not leave until you wake up, even if you don’t, he’ll just slide into your bed anyway.

— make himself comfortable and all, sliding his arm under your head to make sure you’re supported and then just catching the rhythm of your breath and heartbeat until he too falls asleep.

— probably wakes up to you screaming because what tf is he doing in your house anyway?

— like mf, get out. lmao

— will not leave though. will guilt trip you into letting him say the night for another night or so.

— will milk it as long as he can.

— let him stay the night :)

— gets pissed off at his brain for making him see that?

— he is more concerned about his own mental state than he is about you for a second.

— has a “what the fuck did I just see” kind of reaction.

— has to tie his hair up into a curly top knot and rub the sleep from his eyes because he is so out of it for a good half an hour.

— once he has a chance to get grounded, he most likely either calls you and tells you he’s coming over or just comes over without saying anything

— he does NOT care whether you want to see him or not, either leave the window open or be at the door by the time he arrives because he’s coming regardless

— don’t try to turn him away, he’s spending the night whether you like it or not.

— “nahoya, what the fuck? it’s like, 1 in the morning!”

— “okay, and? 😑”

— deadass pushes you out of the way.

— better make room for him on your bed or he will shove you, he does not care.

— but once you two settle down, he might tell you about the dream and you can see he has a hard time doing so.

— he keeps swallowing like there’s a lump in his throat and you offer to get him water but he grabs you so suddenly and shakes his head.

— “but don’t you need something to drink?”

— “uh, no. I’m...good. don’t worry about it.” with an uneasy grin on his face, his grip tightening just a little around your arm.

— please don’t leave, he’s a lil’ sensitive right now.

— won’t admit it, but he is actually very worried.

— he knows that he can protect you but he worries about when he’s not around.

— might let you learn to fight from toman, or might just as them to look out for you.

— but either way, he’s gonna make sure you’re taken care of.

— he can’t lose you.

— it really fucks him up.

— he gets physically ill just remembering the dream, let alone experiencing it for the first time.

— kind of jolts out of his sleep.

— he isn’t really sure what to do.

— he tries his best not to bother you but he can’t help but call you up in the middle of the night.

— “...hello, sou?”

— he cuts you off, “can I come over?”

— you try to explain that it’s the middle of the night and that whatever it is can wait ‘til morning, but he starts hiccuping like he does when he’s about to cry so you immediately switch up and tell him he can come over.

— arrives surprisingly fast, and knocks on the front door rather than coming through the window like some people.

— will immediately crawl into your bed.

— you don’t even have to be in it, your lingering warmth and scent is enough to put him right to sleep.

— but if he has a lil’ bit of a harder time getting to bed, then he’ll quickly usher you over and then ask for you to run your fingers through his hair.

— his scalp is really sensitive, so every brush of your fingers has a nice lil’ chill running down his spine.

— it feels so good that he is probably to sleep in seconds.

— will wake up refreshed and likely won’t even remember the dream or how he got there.

— but he’ll be content, just seeing your sleeping face as you have yet to wake up.

— your fingers are likely stuck in his curls though because I swear he has serious bed head.

Shitted myself while reading this, that fuckinf twist

#FFFAFA | GHOST.

genre | angst, fluff, platonic relationship au, grumpy dad x eager child dynamic

word count | 2754

warning | mention of death, mention of pain, mention of human trafficking, mention of kidnapping / i know absolutely nothing about this game and this man. ​

note | i just thought his appearance and the little personality i can tell from tiktok fit the description of this scenario. also i like this trope. i apologize in advance but this thought just had to go somewhere other than my head.

“Where’s the kid.”

A stoic voice matched with an even more intimidating stance—the medic did not need to turn around to know it was Simon Riley (or Ghost, as he liked to be called) talking behind him. He calmly turned around to face the sudden speaker, and his brows raised. Despite barely healing from severe unattended injuries and dehydration, Ghost remained tall and demanding; nobody should expect anything less from him.

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Can I request a 7 minutes in heaven w/ mikey and mitsuya? Btw i really love your writing 🤍🤍 keep it upppp!

heyaa !! thank u so much for loving my work >~< keep safe always and have an amazing day!! <3 fr i had to take multiple breaks in writing this one because of how flustered i got- i was also listening to double take while writing mitsu's part and damn- idk how many times i had to put my phone down for how that made me feel 😭

𝟕 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

PAIRINGS: Mikey & Mitsuya x gn! reader

GENRE: FLUFF

♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 likes to participate in these types of games just so he can poke the fun out of his friends, not thinking that he'd be safe from their own mischief. Especially when Draken and Mitsuya have been setting traps and giving each other glances just for them to telepathically communicate as they grin once you've got a hold of the bottle, their messages being translated to your movements when Draken purposely sped up the round so it can be your turn.

The leader tried to act like he wasn't paying attention to whoever it landed on because he feared that his stubbornness would show but when your hand tilts the bottle and it began to spin while you were also in a fit of nervousness.

You didn't expect that this would be the game they'd play since it was suggested by the others to do charades but it was completely thrown off when Draken came up with the idea.

Your eyes would constantly meet Mikey's but he'd just smile at you whenever you do. Your mind was practically racing even before you had your turn because Yuzuha and the other girls kept asking you what you would do it it landed on him, fully aware of your feelings and how you two were always teased to each other but Mikey just laughs it off without any proper response which didn't help you trying to sort out if it was possible that he'd like you back.

You feel as if time was freezing around you when the bottle kept spinning but as it achingly slows, you and Mikey were at the edge of your seat alike the others who were also rooting for you to end up with him. So when the bottle had one more spin remaining, it felt like there was a one sided silent war between him and Baji who was next to him with the blonde on the right and seeing as the bottle was still pointed to the left with little movements, Baji just sees the disappointment through the blonde's eyes and adjusted in his seat and the bottle lands to the right because of his motion.

Mitsuya holds back a laugh, covering his mouth now that he's noticed what Baji did and the long haired boy just bid him a glare to shut up or they'd be caught by Mikey.

"Y/N and Mikey to the room please!" Draken shouts out of joy and the girls clappped, patting you on the back as your partner stood up while you eyed his reaction but you realized that he was just neutral to the results of the game but deep inside, he felt like he bolted to be up on his feet.

"You're stuck with me huh?" He jokes while you walked to the room. Smiley opened the door, pushing you two to go inside but before he closes it, he spoke. "No funny business but don't enjoy it too much either, shitty love birds!" He slams the door and while you two were inside the cramped room, the rest of the boys cheered.

"Baji, nice one!"

"No shit, Mikey was sweating so I had to help."

Mikey kept his hands in his pockets, leaning on the door and he tilts his head, glancing at your figure who was just standing a few distances from him which was odd of you.

"I might have to thank Baji for letting that bottle turn to me." He comments to catch your attention while you looked at him confused, not knowing that this limited chance to confess to him was actually granted by the first division captain.

"Crap, seriously?" You asked chuckling at how convenient that was and how their childishness never fails to exist no matter the situation. Taking a few notches up to your confidence, you stood beside him just as you realized how small the room was.

"Eh, well, he did help me to be with you." He says with a smile, turning to you slightly while you did the same and leaned your head to the door. "So I'm thinking we should give him a prize about it?" You said, following his natural flow of conversation as he chuckles.

"I know what Baji wants from us so are we gonna give it to him?" He suddenly asked, resting his arm beside him so he comes closer to you which in return caught you off guard but it actually made you laugh at how he did that so naturally and Mikey rolls his eyes knowing you've always been this observant in terms of how he acts to realize that he wasn't always like this even if you found it cute. It definitely erased your tenseness around him when you thought about how comfortable your relationship is when you're with him. This is why you liked him because of how you two acted so real with each other, not minding if you were just laughing at each other's clumsiness and how you two were so fond of one another—there's just no room to be nervous.

"I'm making a move here, don't just laugh at me." He pouts out of disappointment while you shook your head, understanding his perspective before softly placing a peck to his cheek with your hand on his shoulder as Mikey beamed.

"I don't think that's enough for me." He said with a sheepish smile which leads him to gently pull you by the waist as he tilts his head while you did the same, catching his lips with yours and joyful smiles were drawn to the both of you, at the same time your eyes closed. Your hand went from his shoudlers to his neck, closing more of that space.

Mikey then shifts both of your bodies, turning you swiftly and now your back was onto the door with your kiss still in tact just like his hands that were on your hips. Soon, one hand had gone to your chin while his index finger was to your jaw while the heat to your cheek increases with every dainty touch from him, every skin to skin contact was burning your heart at the new found intimacy just as your hands go through his hair, tugging on it making his hold on your waist to tighten while he intends to eliminate more of that lasting distance by what you did.

Just before Mikey could have the chance to do so, Baji rips the door open forgetting that you were fixated on it as you pulled away when the support has been removed from your back while the blonde opens his eyes to be welcomed by you slightly falling because of the sudden opening of the door as the light makes you both squint.

Mikey pulls you by the hand to help you up while Draken and Mitsuya yelled out to congratulate you two and the rest joins in clapping.

In the light you can see the flush to Mikey's cheeks and the mild sweat building up on his forehead alike you whose temperature hasn't ceased now that they caught you in the act.

"Thanks, Baji!" He bids to the other boy then he holds you by the wrist. "Everyone, we'll be leaving!" He suddenly announces as everyones head avert to him which makes him even more obligated to boast about it.

"I'm gonna take Y/N on a date!" He proudly states which causes another havoc to your emotions while he briefly sends a wink to you then he just waves at his friends who were applauding him. He drags you out of the house while you let out a chuckle. "A date huh?"

"I didn't get to confess since we were quite busy so, I might as well toss a date in even if we broke the rule that you shouldn't kiss on your first date."

♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀's eyes seemed to be distracted during the first half of the game night so when Smiley took notice of this, he's nudging his brother and the news has made it's way to Mikey and Draken which lead them to suggest 7 minutes in heaven for the sake of the couples that needed an extra push. So when he's just watching the others walk in and out of the room, Hakkai is whispering to him.

"You should sit beside, Y/N-san." He suggest with a pat to his back but Mitsuya shakes his head. The lilac haired boy kept his chin to his palm while he stares at you from across the room just as the third round rolls in and Draken slides the bottle in front of Mitsuya which catches both of your attention, making eye contact with each other just as he nods timidly and Draken sends a cocky smirk his way.

"It's your turn, Mitsuya."

"My man!" Nahoya says, slinging his arm to him as Emma and Yuzuha mutter to you how this could be the perfect chance for you two to stop beating around the bush. You two didn't need a confession—or at least that's what you think considering the glances you'd give to each other weren't exactly meant to stay just as friends. You were already transparent enough, the others could tell it in every encounter you'd have with him but none of you ever addressed it or has had the confidence to do so when talking with you always makes him lose his train of thought.

With a rotate to the bottle as it spins, everyone's eyes were on it and some would look at you both just to expect that it would land on you. Your hearts were head to head, battling for whose pace was faster than the other, who'd be the first to break on the results that are about to come up.

You weren't nervous to say the least because there have been enough moments where you two would often be left alone and that never seems to bother any of you but the alarming pace of your heart was caused by the rules of the game. If you were given 7 minutes just to be in a small room just talking to each other, you could withstand that but knowing how the game usually goes for others, it became the villain behind your anxiety.

With pursed lips, Mitsuya's fingers were continously tapping on his lap while impatience surrounds him, similar to you. It felt like you were just counting down the seconds before it could stop and it was testing you both just how willing you two were to wait for the damn thing to stop.

As demanded of every single person in the room, it lands and the opening of the bottle was pointed at you and there's a chorus of happy comments for Mitsuya.

"Y/N and Mitsuya, come here!" Mikey beams while you both stood up to go to the room, a bit jittery as the blonde pushes Mitsuya, bumping into you. Mikey reminds you of the rules before he's sarcastically slamming the door closed. The both of you sigh at the same time which made you turn to each other, noticing how nervouse you two were in your own ways. He rubs his nape out of shyness as he watches you look around the room and the two of you share a glance until another coincidence happens.

"Y/N-"

"Mitsu-"

"Can I go first? I don't think we'd be able to talk to each other properly." He asked as you responded by nodding. "I just wanted to ask if you're actually okay with this—we don't have to do anything y'know." He was worried for your sake because you seemed a whole lot more distant than usual like you were choosing to avoid staying by his side.

"I'm fine with this, it's just you and me, nothing new." You answered with soft eyes onto his while you could point out how he gets drawn into them once again so you just stood beside him, leaning on the wall as your head falls to his arm.

You took a deep breath, not really liking how you were wasting time just by trying to avoid confrontation when you were eating your own words—you said it yourself that it was nothing new, the two of you being around each other for the hundredth time, why should you choose this time to not confess? If you felt like he's always reciprocated those feelings, all you had to do was ask and that'd put an end to this status just as friends.

"Mitsuya, can I tell you something?"

"Anything." He answered, focus moving to you but your hands at the bottom were lingering around each other, desperate for a certain connection to spark.

"I just wanted to be sure but..Takashi—I really like you, not just as someone who I trust..well..something more than that. Honestly, I think you know that already but I just wanted you to know." In your mind, your words were scrambled and held not a single sense of how it sounded on his side.

Mitsuya bites the inside of his mouth to hide just how big his smile could've gotten when he heard you. He feels like he could replay your words for as long as he wanted, letting his heart dance around inside him at the immense joy put onto him because of you.

"I have an answer for that but will you allow me?"

Raising your head, confused to what he meant but a second later, Mitsuya tilts his head along with a shaky breath just as he's in front of you, eyes going from your eyes to your lips with that smile of his until his hand slowly creeps onto your cheek with his thumb placed on your bottom lip while your cheeks rose to a summer heat by one swift move of his, feeling like having butterflies flutter inside you was an understatement. His eyes glanced back to yours just for you to the glimmer in it and returns it back to your lips.

"I like you just as much, Y/N." He whispered, taking your heart to a whole other level with it's unstableness as Mitsuya leans in more and that's when it happened—his soft lips onto yours with eyes closed while you instantly smiled, the blissfulness of it getting attached to him, as he does the same, humming into the kiss when your hands rake through his hair to pull him closer than ever as if the distance you took wasn't massive enough.

His hands were indecisive, caught between wanting it to remain on your face and the other to your waist just to hold you to him and let your bodies come in contact with each other. So for now, he places both his hands to either side of your cheek just get a nicer hold to you, keeping that closeness until you both would eventually catch your breath.

Pulling away, he catches how you panted making him chuckle before you're looking at him and slinging your arms around his neck as he didn't hesitate to reconnect your lips just by the way you stared at him so lovingly. This time, his hands were onto your waist, letting his finges rake up and down your shirt, just feeling you until it comes back to him gently gripping your sides, eager yet thriving in the moment. You could feel every part of your body give in to how careful yet soft he was holding you as expected of someone just wanted to prove you his point in the best way possible.

He might have shown it too much to the point time had completely passed and Mikey opens the door, the light covering every corner you two were in as your eyes widen at the sudden flash of light and you were greeted by a smirking blonde.

"So, couple confirmed?" He teased while Takashi intertwined your hands to his, leading you out the room just for you to have an audience of your own, with him earning pats of congrats from his friends. You sat down beside each other as he kisses your hands with the other giving a mix of reactions with how proud they were for you two to finally get together and the other half being completely bitter at their lack of love life.

"Did you get my answer?" Mitsuya joked and now that you two were out in the light, you could tell how a particular hue of pink decorated his cheeks making you chuckle at how he must've been the same as you while you spoke,

"Loud and clear, Takashi."

TOKYO REV : @strawberrieas @kwrg @raya-sano @kimrena-stuff @heavensbeloved @rosewood1999 @beezebub @l-luci @bekky06 @keiisukebaji

OVERALL: @stesphy @itsmeaudrieee @crapimahuman @meguroshi @floydenai

Ugh can’t wait for most of these guys to show up on pgr global, anyways look at BEAUTY (4/5)

baji is pretty but gross IK that man has a million icks

i’m finna get disrespectful.

tw: milo getting in baji’s ass.

baji keisuke is one dirty ass person. first of all, i have a feeling he sniffs his boxers to rewear them.. even after a fucking fight.

second, you know when guys get mad to the point they’re swinging at the air? him. ik he’s slipped and busted his ass in the shower and tried to grab onto the water, something, cheeks clenched with a growl leaving his lips bruh

third, he picks at his toenails. sorry not sorry. he’ll sit on the edge of the bed, scrolling through whatever while his other hand is picking at his toes.

finally, his pillow smells. he doesn’t wash his pillowcase and he drools all fucking night long so now he’s sleeping on a germ infested pillow that smells like morning breath.

i love baji though that’s my bae fr

Next fic is uhh akito x gn!reader lawl 😍 (probably gonna took so long smh)

no bc- i just read “snowball” and cuddly childe + winter/cold + his family has found its way into my hard and now i’m in need of comfort scenarios now that it’s so cold pls 😭 if you want ofc! this is just a suggestion as a very touch starved reader and fan of ur work :,)!!

home for the holidays

✧ synopsis: [fluff] headcanons and drabbles; childe brings you to his home for the holiday season :) ✧ ft. childe x gn!reader (+some of childe’s family!) ✧ warnings: slightly suggestive towards the end but nothing serious, mentions of food, spoilers for childe’s real name ✧ a/n: not super wintery, but i'm in the mood for family bonding and cuddles; i hope this is alright!! (sorry it took me forever to get to this btw lmao)

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✧ okay, so, harbingers don’t really get time off- including for the holidays, buuuut- childe was finally given a chance to oversee some recruits in snezhnaya, and it just so happens to line up with the holiday season, aaaand… well, he can handle some work and still get to see his family, right? right, of course, he is tartaglia after all, there’s nothing he can’t do!! ✧ plus… he’s managed to convince you to come along with him. so, it’s like he’s killing three birds with one stone! hell yeah!

✧ as eager as he is, childe can’t help but feel oddly anxious about bringing you to meet his family for the first time (despite the fact that he has been begging you to come to snezhnaya with him ever since you two have gotten together. and probably way before that, too. he’s just been very excited to share the part of himself that isn’t completely tainted by the abyss and fatui with you) ✧ he’s aware that they’re going to love you, of course-why wouldn’t they?- but what if you don’t like them? what if his siblings annoy you (or worse, embarrass him) or his parents say something offputting? he adores you, but he doesn’t know if he could handle you and his family not getting on. ✧ though, if he’s nervous, you’re an emotional wreck, whether you show it or not. childe’s told you about his family before, and the fond smile and sparkle in his eyes when he thinks of them has always made your heart flutter- they sound so sweet. you’re excited, but perhaps a bit too eager to please. you’ve spent a lot of your time recently trying to find clothing and supplies that will both protect you from snezhnaya’s freezing temperature while also giving the impression of “really-good-partner-for-your-son-please-accept-me.” oh archons, you really hope that they approve of you. ✧ both of your worries are quickly swept away when you reach his family home-more of a manor if we’re being honest, the lad is rich and he keeps his mf family taken CARE of and one of childe’s sister’s opens the door before squealing happily and calling out for the rest of the family. ✧ childe’s mother absolutely gives you the biggest, warmest hug in the entire world- definitely hugs you first before hugging her son. she might also cry; it’s been a while since she’s gotten to see him in person, and look! he’s so grown up now! he even has a lovely partner!! :’((!!! she has chosen pointedly to not count being a harbinger as maturing. ✧ it’s honestly quite lively for the first few hours of your visit; the younger ones are bouncing around you in their excitement, the older siblings are discussing new happenings with childe (and teasing him about you, of course), childe’s mother is rushing around trying to clean their already very nice house, and childe’s father is… absent. he did not come down to greet you or his son. ✧ if you start to feel overwhelmed, childe is quick to notice, and will usher you to a different room away from everyone else for a bit to make sure you’re okay.

Childe tells his family he’s going to give you a “tour of the house”, taking you by the hand and leading you down the hall before anyone can say anything. He takes you to what must be a study, walls lined with bookshelves (save for the space where a stuffed bear head is mounted on the wall) and a desk in front of the window. Outside, the snow is blowing across the frosted ground in swirling clouds, a frozen howl echoing against the glass.

“You alright?” He asks, pushing to close the door behind him. You nod, working on maintaining control of your breathing. Childe’s hand reaches to brush just in between your shoulders, tentative at first, but as you lean into his touch, he snakes his entire arm across your back and pulls you into his side. He lets you recline against him, allowing you to take however much time you need to calm down. Ever so faintly, you can hear the relaxing rhythm of his pulse mixing with the winds outside.

Once you’ve been grounded and are feeling a bit better, you move from his arms to sit atop of the desk. There’s not much you need to brush aside, though you do spot an interesting paper reading, “Gifts for the kids”. You try to spot Childe’s name, curious about what his family would get him, but a clear of his throat summons your attention before you can.

“So…” He starts, taking a step toward you. His eyes wander away from you, and there’s an air of feigned nonchalance that you’ve come to know all too well.

“Sooo?” You mimic.

“Are they… My family, I mean, do you…?”

He’s cute when he’s stumbling over his words, you think. It’s rather rare for your boyfriend’s smarmy, talkative ass to be at a loss of what to say. You know Childe really values your opinion, but is worried about it at the same time.

“Your family is wonderful, ‘jax.” You smile reassuringly, and his eyes light up. “They’re a bit excitable and energetic, but… I like it. They remind me of you.”

Now you’ve done it; Childe immediately descends upon you to steal a kiss, causing you to laugh a bit at how abrupt he is. His kisses are excitable and energetic, just like his family, just like him.

You two are, however, interrupted by a chorus of “Ooo”s, “Eww”s and “Aww”s. You both part early, glancing over at the door to see his little siblings' pairs of eyes peeking through the doorway, watching your antics in amusement. Childe narrows his eyes at them while your composure flusters, before he puts his lips back on yours. The children shriek with giggles as they scurry off, chanting some Snezhnayan version of “kissing in a tree.”

✧ when the two of you return from your, ahem, departure, you notice a tall, tired looking man in the living room. childe’s mom is discussing something with him in hushed, adamant tones, falling silent when she spots you. the once vibrant atmosphere in the room seems to have vanished. childe’s hand stiffens against yours, but his gaze remains steady. the other man does not speak, merely allowing his eyes to wander from Childe, to you, and then back to Childe. He gives a small nod, before turning to kiss childe’s mother on the forehead and leaving through the front door. ah. that must have been childe’s father. ✧ you want to say something, ask about what the hell that was, but his mother prevents you from speaking with a cheerful announcement that dinner will be served soon. she’s already making her way to the kitchen as she calls childe to come and help set up, leaving you in the now all-too-cold living room by yourself. ✧ big families mean big meals, but your added presence apparently means childe’s mom is going to pull out all the stops. i need you to imagine a 7-course meal with all 7 courses served at once. an entire damn restaurant spread out on the dining table. roasted ham, pirozhki, salmon pie, olivier salad- you couldn’t even name some of the dishes. it kind of amazes you that she not only managed to cook all this, but was able to fit it all in one space. ✧ also. yes you can make your own plate but don’t even try to be coy or modest. you’re a part of this family now and they’re gonna make sure you eat like one.

“Here, sweetie, have some more ham.” Childe’s mother is already slicing pieces off and dropping it on your plate before you can respond.

Your plate is already piled as high as it can go. But, you are nothing if not polite and desperate to get on your boyfriend’s family’s good side. “Oh, uh, thank you, Mrs.-”

“Just call me ‘mom’, dear.” She speaks with a giggle. You nod.

“Oo! You should try the cabbage rolls, me and Anthon worked on those!” Teucer chimes toward you.

“Anthon and I,” Tonia corrects her little brother gently.

“Huh? No, you didn’t- you weren’t even there!”

The warmth had returned with the chattering and merriment of Childe’s family. You steal a quick glance at your boyfriend, who is being abnormally quiet, and see him smiling down at his plate. His blue eyes have an almost melancholic wistfulness about them, one you’ve often noticed when the two of you were in Liyue- always apparent when he’s talking about how much he misses his family. But, he’s here with them now, isn’t he?

You won’t pretend to know what he’s thinking about, but you do want him to enjoy these moments while they’re here. They mean a lot to him. You reach beneath the table to lace your fingers with his. He snaps out of his reverie at your touch, turning his head to look at you. His smile widens as he squeezes your hand.

“Oh, by the way, Ajax, where are you gonna be sleeping?” Childe’s older brother asks, covering his mouthful of food to avoid spitting.

Childe tilts his head. “Uh, the guest room?” Beneath his breath, you can hear him add, almost solemnly, “As usual.”

“But that’s where Y/N is going to sleep.” His older sister comments.

“Yeah?” Childe picks up a spoonful of borscht and guides it to his mouth. “The beds big enough to fit both of us.”

His mother looks absolutely aghast. “Ajax, you know how I feel about funny business under my roof!”

He sputters on his soup, quickly grabbing a napkin to dab the beetroot that spilled out and waving his hand. “Mom-”

“Oh, but, what the hell. It is the holidays!” She chuckles, before switching to a stern mutter, “but you two better keep it down, okay? Teucer’s room is right across-”

“MOM.” Your boyfriend’s face is a deep red, his freckles standing out against his tinted skin, and you can’t help but giggle. He buries his face in his free hand with a groan.

“Wait, so Ajax gets to sleep with his partner, but when I bring my girlfriend over, she has to sleep alone?” His older sister scoffs with disappointment. “It’s not like WE were gonna do any ‘funny business’ and yet-”

“Wait, what’s ‘funny business’?” Teucer asks innocently. The table is filled with roaring laughter-and Teucer’s confused pout- and you lean into your boyfriend’s shoulder. You can practically feel the heat radiate off of his cheeks, but he’s grinning, too.

You’re only about halfway through your monster of a meal when Tonia stands up, clapping her hands cheerfully. “I think it’s time for dessert!” She calls, skipping off to the kitchen.

“Oh goodness, she’s so proud of her kutia.” Mom remarks fondly. “ We don’t normally eat it until a few days from now, but Tonia was really excited to make it for you, Y/N. Please, be a dear and compliment her on it when she comes back, won’t you?”

You shoot Childe a look of surprise and horror, whispering, “There’s more?” And he just chuckles. You should’ve expected this. As with anything to do with Childe, there’s always more.

✧ with his mother’s blessing, you two finally get some real alone time in the guest room. though, for a guest room, it’s huge- probably bigger than your own room at home. it does feel… emptier, though, especially in comparison to the rest of the house. there are no decorations, just a large bed, a nightstand with a lamp, and a dresser. you and childe’s suitcases are tucked neatly under the bed. ✧ already in your pyjamas, you hop on top of the mattress and shimmy beneath the blankets. the soft bedding sinks until you are comfortably encased in your cotton cocoon. if your boyfriend doesn’t hurry up, you might just fall asleep without him. ✧ thankfully, he comes into the room pretty soon after you, dressed in a large shirt and his boxers. he’s more modestly dressed for bed than usual, but you’re not too surprised- this isn’t exactly a private home, after all. ✧ he flops on top of the blankets across your legs, sighing loudly and melodramatically. you stretch down to ruffle his hair lovingly.

He twists his head toward you, catching your palm and planting a kiss on it. You smile before beckoning him to join your side. As soon as he’s spread the blanket haphazardly over himself, he’s weaving his arms across your waist and smushing his cheek against your shoulder.

“Was today okay?” Childe asks softly. He always seems to get unbelievably soft when he’s sleepy. You wonder if he’s aware of it.

You lift your hand to brush the side of his face. “Today was amazing, babe. Your family is really fun, and they’ve made me feel so, so welcome.” You kiss his forehead and he hums, almost relieved. “Thank you, for bringing me.”

Thank you for coming, he wants to say. Thank you for trusting me, thank you for staying with me, thank you for loving me. The words won’t come out, so he instead tightens his arms against your core.

“Ajax, are you okay?” You swivel so that you can wrap one of your arms around his neck, his head falling into the side of your chest.

There’s a pause as he considers it. Is he okay? He doesn’t get asked that a lot- and when he is asked, he always lies. He doesn’t want to lie to you any more than he has to. But what can he say? He’s home, but it doesn’t feel like the home he knew. His family has grown, and he has, too. They’ve changed, he’s changed… He misses everything he had, and there’s no way to go back.

You gently tap his shoulder, bringing him back to you. You, another change in the life he once recognized. He raises his head to look into your eyes, patient and yet worried- for him.

Childe smiles. “I’m okay, sweetheart.” He has you now, after all. He can’t go back to the way things once were. Maybe he doesn’t need to go back, if going back meant not having you at his side. Maybe one day, he’ll find the words to tell you this.

You lean in to kiss his forehead again, but he straightens up to meet your lips with his. It’s a bit clumsy, you’re both sleepy and warm and together, but you melt into each other.

Childe separates from you after a moment, and in your tired, loving haze you miss the sudden devious glint in his stare.

“You know what would make me feel even better than okay, though?”

“Hmm?”

His hands begin to roam under your shirt. “Well, you remember that ‘funny business’ my mom mentioned earlier-?”

You groan, pushing away from him and picking your pillow up to shove into his face, a bark of your boyfriend’s cackle following. He continues giggling as you turn away from him with a huff, making a point to lay down.

“Good night, you big dork.”

His laughter dies down as he slides further beneath the covers to join you, rewrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. He kisses the back of your neck with a contented sigh.

As long as he’s next to you, Childe is already way better than okay, he’s certain of it.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Fuck im having a writing block