MHA/BNHA Boys React To You: Wearing Another Pros Merch?!?!

I SHOULD'VE BOUGHT YOU FLOWERS ( all the things i should've done, i don't want to love you from afar. ).

— genre : headcanons. angst to fluff. — cw : breakups, swearing, parties, alcohol. — characters : childe, kaeya, albedo, xiao, thoma.

childe ; the childhood friend that grew apart and drifted away.

you remember when you and childe were still neighbours and best friends and so clearly two youngsters crushing on each other. what a trope for a promising pair that ended up as strangers.

he used to approach you with that shit - eating smile, clearly hiding something behind his back ( he's terrible at surprises ), his voice quite literally two octaves higher as he shoves yet another gift in your face. rich boys, you guess. his mom would smile fondly in the background, waving at you from the doorway of his house. you'd jump into his arms and he'd catch you just in time, strong arms holding you up against his chest.

it's all just platonic, he'd tell everyone. we're just friends. oh how he regrets saying that so confidently now.

childe really likes you. did he ever tell you that? he likes how you always accepted him for who he was and not everything he had. not how rich his parents were, not how good he was at sports, not how many girls swooned over him at parties. you liked him because he was ... him, whatever that meant to you.

it meant a lot to you.

but now childe is different. he's popular, not to say you aren't, but he's POPULAR popular. he plays beer pong on friday nights and winks at girls in the hallways and always has tons of fans cheering for him at those swim meets and hockey games. and he doesn't pay attention to you. you're way out of his league and you got the hint a long time ago.

and you act like you don't know him at all, but he knows it's really his fault. his fault for acting like he was better than you all for the attention of others, acting like you weren't worth his time once he became popular, ditching you to hang out with the cool kids. you act like you can't tell when he's upset, blue eyes too easy to read after all these years. you act like his smile doesn't remind you of when you were still young.

he misses you. he misses how you'd come to his hockey games with his jersey on, always catching your eye in the crowd. he misses how you feel clinging to his back like a koala as he piggybacks you around the neighbourhood. he misses walking home with you every single day, conversation flowing so naturally, words that cannot be exchanged anymore.

so when he's arriving home at an ungodly hour of the morning still a little tipsy, and sees your sleep - deprived form in an oversized hoodie, he quickly jogs after you.

"hey." he breathes, the scent of alcohol on his breath and a forced smile on his face — and yours. "hey." you mumble back, pressing pause on the music blasting through your headphones. he hesitates before speaking again, softly. "you shouldn't go alone. it's dangerous."

you laugh incredulously and childe is taken aback by your disdain for his genuine concern. "i've been doing this for years since we stopped hanging out. i'm fine." you turn around to continue walking, and make no effort to tell him to stop, so he follows you down the street to the convenience store.

he opens the door before you can, buying you your favourite drink from the fridge before you can reach for it yourself. you widen your eyes at his memory. you assumed he'd forgotten all about you, after all. and as if he can sense your thoughts, childe gently holds your palms in his as you stand awkwardly outside in the parking lot.

"i didn't forget about you, you know." he smiles sheepishly. "even if i act like a dick sometimes."

you look up at him expectantly, eyebrow raised in response. maybe it's because he's still a little drunk or maybe it's because it's 3:30 in the morning, but he figures this is the right time to tell you how he's always felt, even with tears stinging the back of his eyes — and he doesn't know why. "i ... miss hanging out with you, i guess. and it's my fault that i let you go, haha. i'm sorry. i miss you. i'm —

ah, you still remember how to shut him up by squeezing his hands gently when he starts rambling. when he gets insecure. when he looks like he's about to cry, because no matter how much time you spend apart, you'd never want to see him break.

kaeya ; the ex who realises you're happier without him.

there's no denying kaeya alberich isn't the easiest person to get along with or get to know. but it's hard to resist getting tied up in all his fun and games when he's so goddamn attractive.

after your breakup, you realised how much you hated him. hated the way he would lie and pretend things were fine. hated the way he acted like he told you anything, just for you to find out from someone else yet another secret he had been keeping. hated the way it always felt like a game of push and pull, chasing after him even after you were already his. hated how you could never decipher that twinkle in his eyes when you asked him if he truly loved you.

but at the same time, being apart from him from even a day made you realise how much you missed his presence. even if he was so incredibly unbearable. you missed his silky voice, speaking up for you in that authoritative tone of his when you were about to get pushed over once again, because he knew how afraid you were to stand up for yourself. missed his hands that would touch you gingerly, knowing all the right places to land before finally swooping you into a perfect kiss. missed the way you knew him best, you knew just from the way he looked at you, despite all the secrets he refused to spill until the very end.

you think kaeya didn't miss you, not after the way he walked off without looking back that night, glittering eyes turned cold and dull, not even sparing well wishes. he hasn't texted you since, notifications empty since you've changed his contact name ( but for some reason you can't delete his number yet ). it's like he's disappeared from your life, and you think it's because he despises you so much he wants to get you out of his sight.

on the contrary, he removes himself from anything related to you so no one will have to see him break. he can't bear to hear your voice anymore, calling him by his name in a tone full of contempt when previously you would call out a cute pet name with a bright smile on your face. he can't bear to watch you laugh at someone else's jokes or make an exclusive handshake with some other guy, as stupid as it sounds. he hates knowing that you go out with someone else on friday nights now, that you have someone else to go to when you're upset, that someone else is getting to know you possibly better than he ever has, and that's his fault. and he thought it would be better to avoid you, because if he doesn't see all this happening with his own eyes, perhaps he can pretend it wasn't true.

mutual misguided impressions of wanting nothing to do with each other, and of course you tried to get on with life in every way possible. it's safe to say you went through the generic post - breakup glow up revival whatever they called it. you even started talking to someone else. a part of you was upset that kaeya never noticed, but why? was it because you wanted him to see that you were better off, wanted him to feel worse about himself — or was it because deep down inside, you hoped he'd get jealous and try to re - appear in your life once more?

it's at the party when he first sees you. he wasn't expecting to see you here, knowing that you two had gotten used to staying at home on saturdays for date nights instead of going out with other people. it appears things have changed, and he shouldn't really be surprised. he sees the way you giggle, the way you look so fucking good in that outfit ... not that you don't look good in anything, though. he sees how other people take an undeniable interest in you, and he just can't help himself but intervene.

because shit, you're so hard to get over it hurts.

"hey sweetheart, fancy meeting you here." kaeya cringes internally at his own words, knowing you're not some stranger he couldn't care less about. this is YOU, why would he say such a stupid thing, meeting you for the first time after the breakup?

"you know this guy?" the person next to you looks him up and down, but kaeya knows ( due to his big ego, of course ) that there's really nothing terrible that can be said about him — on the outside, at least. so he flashes his widest grin, swinging an arm around your shoulder. before you can speak, he interjects. "yeah. we know each other quite well, wouldn't you say so, darling?"

his overuse of pet names isn't a surprise to you, especially when you can practically smell the scent of alcohol on his breath. it's not uncharacteristic of him, but after months of not speaking or even seeing each other it would be a lie to say you weren't shocked. similarly, kaeya is pleasantly surprised when you nod and plaster on a smile, nodding in consent when he makes a motion to lead you towards the quieter balcony.

kaeya lets his hand trail over your cheekbones, touch so featherlight it makes your heart leap out of your chest. he knows all the ways to break you, so why is he doing everything right now that you aren't his anymore? "hi." he whispers, the expression on his face full of a raw longing. "missed you."

"you're drunk", you reply matter - of - factly. "don't say things you wouldn't say if you were sober." your voice quivers when you speak, and you don't know why ( actually, you do, but you just don't want to admit that you still have feelings for him after all this time ) .

albedo ; the brilliant student who had greater things to achieve.

oh, dear albedo. named after a scientific phenomenon and he follows in its footsteps too. as the two highest achieving students in your year, he's always been your ( friendly ) rival.

albedo may have a one - track mind, consistently focused on his academics and academics only, but he seems to still make time for others. albeit aloof and socially somewhat blunt and inadequate, he is a generous and gentle person — never turning down requests for help and always being able to handle it all whilst still doing incredibly well.

he's a gifted kid and yet he still has other things he's amazing at. painting, for example. everyone always talks of his oil paintings and charcoal sketches but one day you walk into the art room as he's painting watercolour on the balcony and you swear you've never seen something more beautiful. um, the artwork, of course. not albedo, that's for sure, haha. but there's no use denying that he's just breathtakingly gorgeous.

but what truly captivates you about him is how thoughtful he is. always has an extra pen for you, black gel ink in 0.5 thickness just the way you like it in case you lose one or forget it when coming to a lab. he remembers your favourite flower, pink camellias, and it just so happens he grows them on his balcony at home. whenever you have to work on a project together in the mornings ( because of course you're always only each other's partner ), there is always a coffee, ordered perfectly to your preferences sitting on the table along with a new pastry he insists you try.

despite all the good in him, he's so ... unreachable. there seems to be so much to albedo, yet it's impossible for anyone to figure out what exactly is beneath the surface. because he doesn't want to show anyone what that is, and you know that. you know it all too well from the way you've tried to do activities other than academic projects and he always refuses. from the way your text conversations always run dry when you try to change the subject. from the way you only ever see him when you're at school or studying for something important. "i have no time for that," he would say nonchalantly.

and all the while, albedo is yearning to tell you why he feels as if he has to push you away. he's always been told he's too ambitious to be around — he makes people feel bad because he achieves so much more than they do, his busy schedule is too much for them to handle, the lack of quality time he has to spare means getting to know him better isn't worth it at all. albedo wishes he didn't have to watch your face fall when he gives you a small smile instead of a smooth remark like the other boys do, or control himself from hugging you just a few seconds longer when you look upset. if what they say is true, and it seems to be because so many people have repeated the same thing to him his whole life, then he doesn't want to ever put someone as wonderful as you through the inconveniences of being close with someone like him.

you had since graduated high school, let the memory of the genius boy slip from the forefront of your mind. you definitely didn't expect to meet him again four years down the road, accidentally bumping into him on the street on a cool spring day.

oh, he's still as pretty as ever.

a gaze of diamond blue collides with yours and you can't help but get lost in his eyes, his curious, captivating, and yet cautious stare so familiar and foreign at the same time. blond hair falls in front of his face, framing his delicate features perfectly, rosy cheeks flushed from the breeze.

"long time no see." he grins lopsidedly, his smile almost flirtatious in the morning sun. "long time no see," you respond, unable to contain the joy that spreads across your face. "so what are you doing here?" albedo sighs a little, and that's when you notice the pad of watercolour paper under his arm. "oh, i don't know. just finding fulfilling ways to pass the time."

you're taken aback — not due to his attention to detail or inquisitive nature of all that he sees and experiences, but because for once, he's not rushing somewhere or on the way to someplace greater. you swear you see a nostalgic twinkle in his eyes when he finally asks you whether you'd like to join him for the rest of the day. where to? he's not too sure yet either. but it should go perfectly fine with good company, no?

xiao ; the quiet boy at the back of the class who's always had a crush on you.

didn't you realise xiao has always noticed you?

maybe it's because he sits at the back of the class, his eyes glued to the front of the room — not at the whiteboard, no, at the back of your head, most of the time. involuntarily.

xiao tries to focus in class but it's only when you're not at school ( unfortunately ) that he can actually get any decent notes down. he makes sure to send them to you at the end of the day. you always reply with that cute little smiling emoji. it reminds him of how happy you always are compared to him.

or maybe it's because he doesn't talk much, preferring to stay quiet when the rest of the boys are rowdy and talk back to the teacher. when the rest of them go out to parties and try to hook up with some random girls they don't know, he's at home on the couch playing wii or mario kart with his younger siblings. when the rest of them ask him who he likes, he answers with a simple "no one. i'm not interested in people here."

but he knows he's lying to himself, because xiao knows the way butterflies flutter around in his stomach when you flash him a smile from across the room. he knows the way words get stuck in his throat when he wants to ask you a question, and the way his hands shake when he wants to tap you on the shoulder to get your attention. he knows the way his heart races every time you brush against him or accidentally come crashing into his chest in the hallways ( because you're always rushing somewhere for some strange reason he doesn't understand ).

he thinks you never notice him despite all the space you take up in his mind. he's wrong, though — you've always noticed him too, lonely yet beautiful amber eyes that catch your stare every time, gentle touches to manoeuvre you back in the right direction so you won't be late for class, a soft, low voice that asks if you're alright, thoughtful texts updating you about what the teacher said when you're home for one reason or another.

you noticed how he thinks he's sly when he slides a bracelet made of daisies onto your desk, accompanied by a sticky note with a smiley face so uncharacteristic of his cold personality. how he never talks to you in person but can stay up texting you all night. how he pauses his valorant matches for you because you watch him stream and every so often when you respond to his messages, he would let himself die in - game to reply — you swear it isn't on purpose. how he stutters when you interact at school, unable to do anything except nod or shake his head.

god, he's so cute.

so one day you decide to ask him out on a date. in letter form, of course, because no one ever said you were any more bold than he was when it comes to things like love.

it's 7:45 in the morning when you rush into the math classroom, putting a brown paper envelope face down on xiao's desk, sealed with a little sticker shaped in a heart.

it's 8:02 in the morning when xiao walks into class late, drenched from the early rainstorm. someone snickers at the way he shivers and his hair plasters across his forehead. you pointedly give them one of your best death stares.

it's 8:10 in the morning when xiao finally opens the envelope, hiding it behind one of his books. he's thankful you sit in front of him, because heavens forbid you see the way he can't resist a stupid smile when he realises this is you're handwriting, YOU are asking him to meet tonight, it's you, it's always been you.

it's 3:10 in the afternoon when you feel a tap on your shoulder, and you spin around, finally meeting eyes with him for more than five seconds for once. he opens his mouth and then shuts it, fumbling with the envelope in his hand, clearly extremely flustered at the attempted interaction. "hi."

"hey. uh -" he holds up the letter awkwardly. "if this is real, then ... yes."

"it's real!" you proclaim excitedly, probably a little over - the - top due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins. "see you tonight then right?" you smile sweetly and he thinks he'll combust at how inexplicably adorable you look right now. a blush creeps across his cheeks and he hates how he grows even redder when you reach out to hold his trembling hands. "hey ... don't be nervous, okay?"

fuck, you're so thoughtful it makes his heart want to beat out of his chest. "okay." he breathes, secretly wishing he could keep holding your hands for a little longer. "see you tonight."

thoma ; the best friend that watched you fall for someone else.

your best friend has always been one of the prettiest, most gorgeous people you have ever met.

emerald eyes that glitter in the golden sunlight, strawberry blond hair tousled over his constantly - smiling face, cheeks flushed with the excitement of wherever you're going together this time ...

"you're like a brother to me", you've always told him, and he has always been okay with it for as long as he can remember. he doesn't know when it all changed — when he internally grimaced at your platonic words of reference, felt his heart sink whenever you introduced him as your best friend and nothing more. even with all the time you spend together, all the friends who ship you two together and all the precious moments you've shared, he knows that there is a boundary he won't ever dare to cross in fear of changing the wonderful thing you two have fostered.

thoma thinks it's unfair. unfair how you're falling in love with someone who doesn't even love you, someone who has the audacity to lie to your face about how much they care. he thinks it's unfair how you can believe in their pretty deceitful lies and all the sugarcoated bullshit used to lure you into their toxic embrace. he thinks it's unfair how he's been there for you all this time, been so genuine and pure and kind and considerate towards everything YOU. and yet you seem to pay no mind to his efforts and instead have your eyes fixed on someone else.

but at the same time, he can't blame you, because he knows how attractive those others are compared to him. they're good at everything, have lots of friends, go to parties instead of being homebodies, and in general just know how to get you on the edge of your seat — something that a soft, gentle, shy guy like him could never do. he could never fluster you with a one - liner or make you blush at first sight. he's not that kind of person, and he knows it. and when he was still the one you were closest to in life, when you still listened to him and cared about him, he didn't mind so much. but now he's been thrown aside, sometimes he wishes he was someone else.

you've had this conversation far too many times. thoma tells you he's just caring for you out of the goodness of his heart, and you angrily push back, saying you know what's best for you. but there's a little voice of conscience inside that nags at the back of your mind, a constant reminder that you tend to be too blind to see what's in front of you while it's still there. a reminder that you often don't think things through, that since the beginning of time thoma has been there to help you solve problems in a calm way, to get you out of sticky situations, so stand up for you no matter how much he gets shamed or bashed for it. and yet, you still are indignant that you know better.

"this isn't healthy ..." he's tired of receiving your late night calls, not because he doesn't want to hear your voice or talk to you but because it's always on the topic of you stupid ex, one who keeps playing you over and over like a game that's just for entertainment. he's tired of it, hearing your broken cries and begs for his comfort, feeling his own heart shatter at your sobs and wishing he could get to your house faster. even if being harsh with you would be more effective, he could never bring himself to do so, always dampening his own emotions and practicing his patience to simply be the good listening ear he's always been.

you shake your head, opening your mouth to protest. "but —" "but he's just no good for you!" thoma raises his voice to interject for the first time, eyes blurring with unshed tears as you angrily wipe away your own. "why can't you see that?"

"god, why can't you just GET OUT of my personal shit, thoma? do you hate me or something?" as soon as you speak, you realise your mistake. he would never hate you, and it hits you as soon as you lock eyes with the sadness that fills his. "do i make you feel like i hate you?" his voice is quiet and timid, like an animal retracting back into its shell. "i'm really sorry."

regret instantly rushes into every inch and crevice of your soul and it engulfs you whole, arms instinctively reaching out to pull him into a hesitant hug as he sobs silently into your shoulder. "no, i'm sorry," you whisper, running your hand through his hair. "i know you're right. you always have been."

understanding, forgiving eyes meet yours and you wonder why you've never seen your best friend in a different light before. why you've never considered the fact that you feel so safe, so comfortable, so happy and carefree around him — you feel so much better in your own skin. and you know that no matter what you do, he will always be there to catch you when you fall.

What happens when someone destroys the goodluck charm you gave him ii

Characters: Ayato, Thoma, Albedo

Genre: fluff

More: i iii

a/n: i did it again with other characters :> mihoyo pls release ayato soon, I am surviving on CRUMBS PLS i will risk it all for him idc, also pls give me thoma pls hehe anyways enjoy!

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Ayato

I. Will. Bring. You. Home

Anyways, Ayato has a more....... manipulative way of getting revenge

Meaning he will only smile at first... having a calm composure

So like lets say he’s pursuing bandits for whatever responsibility he has you know

And then the bandit takes the good luck charm while he was getting away

Poor bandit, didn’t know what he truly got into

Of course the matter was dealt peacefully

However

There is this particular detail that Ayato is also in charge of the Shuumatsuban

He will know everything about this person and makes their life worse than hell

They must be prepared to be on Ayato’s #1 hate list

When he shows you the state of your gifts and tells you what happened, you gladly offer to repair it and ask what happen to the one who broke it

Ayato only kisses your hand and says it has been dealt with :)

Thoma

He’s so nice when dealing with them help

So like, if someone breaks it just to get under his skin, he will lecture them in a nice insulting way

And then proceeds to ruin their buisness alfjdkajfksskkdkg

Don’t mess with him he has connections

And plus, Thoma is a nice guy, if he says someones buisness is bad, it must be true right?

Thoma fixes the good luck charm by himself, but he is so honest he tells you about it not long after he repairs it

The culprit will not be scolded by Thoma alone, but also by YOU

No one crosses Thoma without crossing you

Albedo

Okokokokok

When you give it to him at first, he has the small smile

You know the one in the event when everyone is around the fire and he smiles algslgkskfkskgkkg

Hehe ok moving on

So pretty sure the good luck charm broke because of an experiment

It went rather poorly and when albedo saw that the gift broke, he was so sad

He was so happy when you gave it to him

And he was the cause for it’s destruction :((

You hapened to see the state of your gift was in and how upset Albedo was with himself

Of course he was not to blame

The good luck charm can always be replaced!

Cupping his cheeks with your hands, you made sure to kiss his cheeks, his forehead and then his nose before giving a sweet peck on his lips

Comforting him that accidents happen and he should not worry about it too much

yeolmu__

Imagine

prince!kaeya hires you to be his maid a few days ago, but he’s really demanding. he treats you like he’s known you for years. one day he calls you to his room and to your surprise, he’s almost half naked. but you have no choice but to obey. what are you gonna do?

TW: suggestive smut

MINORS DON’T INTERACT

“Y/n.” A stern sounding voice calls you from behind in the the halls of the throne room, “Your highness” you all bow before his highness, Prince Kaeya Alberich. “Y/n huh?” He repeats your name as he walks closer to you, after eyeing all the other maids, you were the only one who had eyes of an angel. “Pretty little thing~” he says as he smiles at you and walks towards his throne. “Your hired, as well as those two beside her.” “Yes your highness.”

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Genshin [All male characters] When you ask “What would you do if I disappeared?”

Notes: Feeding everyone.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, fem!reader

Warnings: not proofread, hints of death, implications of dying, mentions of death, bit of crack, bit of angst, bit of fluff, bit of everything

Personal Favourites in this work: Venti, Diluc, Albedo, Xiao

Aether

His sister is already missing. What do you think he would feel if you ask something like that?

The fear in him is real. It seems endless, all this looking around for his sister. Adding you going missing into the mix, it was like torture. Like an endless spiral down into an endless hole.

“Aether? It’s just a hypothetical question, you don’t have to think about it too mu–” you were really just blurting out thoughts and nonsense.

He pulls you in for a hug, one arm tight around your waist and the other behind your head. “Please don’t” he whispers. “I don’t have anything else,”

He’ll become a shell of himself if you disappear. He’d look for you, but he’ll shed tears every night. 

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BNHA Masterlist

Bakugou Katsuki

A Night Off - You go out for some food and your roommate, Bakugou, gets worried when you don't return quickly and aren't responding. (Basically a crack fic) /nonromantic Sleepy Mornings - You know Bakugou is prone to nightmares, that's usually why he's missing from bed in the mornings. /dating Night Walks - You weren't a big part of Bakugou's friend group. You somehow managed to become closer to him after a nightmare. /friends > dating Forgive, Don't Forget - (Prologue) - (Part One) - (Part Two) - (Part Three) - (Part Four) - When Izuku broke up wit you, you expected to cry in bed for at least a week. Since when was public slander a part of heartbreak. This realization was also downplayed by the fact that BAKUGOU was on your side?!?! /friends > dating > married (Ongoing) Pickpocket!Bakugou Headcanons - I only added a little bit to this, but any Bakugou fan would like this. The Regent - (Part One) - Your family always expected too much from you for people who have neglected you. However, you never expected to be shoved into a marriage you didn't even have a hand in, much less know of. (Ongoing) /married

Izuku Midoriya

November Prompt - Crisp Air - Izuku finds you on the balcony of your apartment in his favorite shirt. /dating Immortal Izuku Headcanon - Basically a headcanon that Izuku is just a little wanderer who collects information which also includes Bakugou and Shouto.

Shouto Todoroki

The Days We Lost - You always had a crush on Shouto, but then Momo came around and you shoved your feelings to the back burner. (Maybe Ongoing) /angsty, friends Shouto Headcanons - Head empty, only Todoroki fulfilling all his annoying little brother tendencies with Bakugou.

Dear writer, you and Dabi both have my heart now. 💙🖤

Dabi who stares at you wondering if he should ask you for a kiss or if you'll get the hint and give it yourself

Dabi who stares harder but you're unaware and just continue what you're doing

Dabi who finally gets up and goes nearer to you and continues staring

You who asks him what he wants because he's been like this for quite a while

Dabi who says you have something on your face and reaches his hand to your face to "get it"

Dabi who cups your cheek and gives you a quick smooch before saying there was nothing on it the whole time with a sly smile

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— GENSHIN BOYS + REUNIONS

feat. kamisato ayato, zhongli, arataki itto, tartaglia

note. grrrrr

AYATO returns under the gentle touch of midnight. your hair swirls in sakura-scented wind, a salted sea breeze catching upon his skin as he draws closer, sword drifting in tow. when you finally meet, it’s the sweet brush of fingertips over your cheeks, a thumb swiped over the rise in them, the tickle of an eyelash against calloused skin—and he laughs. the sound just as delightful as that of waves against rocks, rain against rooftops. and when he kisses you, finally, you can feel yourself being drenched in everything that is him.

ZHONGLI knows you as well as any memory, your skin coveted by antiquity, by the movement of your body and the air that bites at your nose, your cheeks, the tips of your fingers. there’s a warmth in his hands, in the caress of his skin over yours, in the wake of his breath against your shoulders—sweetness that could feel like energy itself. it’s a reunion of divinity, earthly only in the sense of the sublime. it’s pull to you that feels like something melancholy, and yet kisses cascade down the skin of your back like they could only exist from joy.

ITTO could be the warmth of the sun—hands fluttering over your cheeks only to be followed by kisses. he’s laughter, the unbridled kind, sweet enough to be the petals of lilies and roses. he smiles against your skin, pulls you close enough to bury himself in you. this kind of reunion feels like one of a thousand years, but it’s only the second thunderstruck sunrise, and he’s treating it as the last. so he kisses you. again and again. pulling you into him to make you more than memory.

TARTAGLIA returns with the scent of dusk and slashes of some kind of saccharine horror. when your hands follow the soon-to-be scars, he bows his head to you. it’s a movement of apology, of retribution, almost of atonement. if his sins could be written along the expanse of his skin, across every freckle, every scar, it would be your cleansing touch that would set him free. and so he returns. he returns, he returns, he returns.

𝐋𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬

this just popped into my head, and now I will proceed to make it everyone’s problem

includes: Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Gojou Satoru, Inumaki Toge, Nanami Kento, Junpei Yoshino and Ryomen Sukuna

enjoy my little simps, I hope I have fed you well

❥ {𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢} in the morning, when the sun was still shining through the window. The golden light illuminating every cute detail on his face. His cheek squished against you. His head; on your chest. His hair; a mess, while your fingers twist, twirl and weed out the knots in his beautiful locks. Not wanting to wake him up, you gently run your other hand down his spine, your fingers leaving goosebumps along his bare back.

❥ {𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨} Megumi loves making breakfast with you. Just cooking breakfast and laughing while repeatedly kissing each other. To anyone else, you both would’ve looked drunk, both giggling and fawning over the other; like lovesick idiots. There would be no need to get fully dressed because after the pancakes finished cooking, you’d be lying on the couch; watching tv, but mostly just cuddling

❥ {𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮} Gojou brought you little foods while in bed, a fruit cup, a little pastry (he probably got it from Safeway) and a glass of fruit juice- it wasn’t much, really. He brushed away the hair on your face, gently kissing your forehead, and placed the tray in front of you. While whispering “good morning love” while moving his lips from your forehead, down to your lips, giving you a soft ‘good morning kiss’ (which he always insists on having).

❥ {𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞} like every morning with Inumaki, you lay with him in your arms. His back pressed against your lower body, while his head rested on your chest. The shampoo he used (which was strawberry and lavender scented) was the only thing you spelled, as your face pressed into his hair, leaving you in an uncomfortable position- but not wanting to move, you wouldn’t risk waking him up, he’s too cute!

❥ {𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨} Nanami has to leave for work fairly early, so it’s rare that you get mornings like his with him. You woke alone in the bed (per usual), but the smell of freshly cooked food wasn’t something you’re used to. You sauntered over to the kitchen, peaking your head around the corners before you went any farther. There, standing in the kitchen, was Nanami, wearing an apron and cooking breakfast for the both of you.

❥ {𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐞𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨} Junpei spends most mornings alone, but the day came where he finally had someone to spend his morning with. He woke up to the smell of your hair, with your body pressed against his, your arm draped over his abdomen, while your cheeks pressed into his chest. You looked so comfy; he didn’t dare move. When he first saw you, he did not know that he’d be waking up to the sight of you like this.

❥ {𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚} Sukuna had finally convinced Itadori to let him have the morning with you. You’ll wake up, turn over on your side expecting to face Itadori’s bright smile and cheerful eyes, only to get Sukuna’s devilish smirk and handsome tattoos. Pulling you in, he pushed his face into your neck. Be warned, he may nibble at it, but mostly, he just wants the feeling that he’s the only one who can get close to you like this.

I'm fine lol *screams into pillow*

Fatgum x baker!reader

Request: Hello ♡ can you make me some headcanons of fatgum with an baker S/O that is just wholesome and adorable, with the filly dresses and all the kawaii aesthetic but that turns fucking Gordon Ramsey solely when she is on the kitchen? XD dunno why but the sudden change sounds so fun to me - @sally-wonders​

This is cute and hilarious. Fatgum is such an underrated baby and I can fully see him falling in live with his favorite chef/baker because he loves food….and reader makes that food….ANYWAYS. Love ya.💖💖💖

warnings: Gordon Ramsey has possessed the reader here so cursing will ensue

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