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or: the things they’d say to you in return.

character/s: xiao, scaramouche, kazuha, ayato, childe, diluc, thoma, albedo

“then maybe we shouldn’t just be friends.” XIAO mumbles dazedly between your kiss, fingers tracing your jawline as he absently admires the soft luster of his saliva on your lips. he watches as you shyly lean in for another passionate kiss, and he can’t help the sly curve that threatens to contort across his lips when he pulls you in to willingly oblige.

“who said i wanted to be your friend?” SCARAMOUCHE sneers — triumphant in pinning your body to the wall to keep you from running away, yet equally mirroring the blatant crimson shade pouring across your face. he sneaks a hungry glance at your lips but doesn’t remember meeting them, until your timid initiation of a plush sensation vividly comes back to both his memory and reality again.

“‘m sorry, love. i don’t think i can do it anymore.” KAZUHA smiles in defeat, yearning quietly as he stares transfixed by your lips, enchanted by the feeling of your mouth against his. he hopes it’s okay with you that he’s finally expressed his stubbornly pent-up feelings for you — he hopes deep down you’ll kiss him once again long before he forgets the exhilarating feeling of it. and when you bashfully move closer to capture his mouth in another soft kiss, he wonders if you had somehow heard him begging you to put your lips on his aloud.

“archons, please don’t remind me about that.” ALBEDO murmurs in a low and annoyed breath, pulling you back into his lips to steal several more heated kisses. he hadn’t planned on what to do if you would have pushed him away out of disdain, but the fact that he feels you carefully melt in his arms and your fingers run through the tousled mess of his blonde hair, makes him softly smile and wonder if you had been waiting for this singularly beautiful kiss as long as he has.

“so you’re saying that…if i called you mine, you would let me kiss you again.” AYATO hums aloud in contemplation, giving you a side-glance of confirmation. his heart soars when you hurriedly look away with a bashful expression, and he cups your cheeks for a second time, now with the faithful promise and intent of making you truly his, for perhaps eternity if you had allowed him, and even longer then.

“great. i always thought that we could do better.” CHILDE smirks nonchalantly, pressing a soft kiss against your jawline when he sees your cheeks instantaneously erupt in burning red. he’s been making discreet advances after all these long years, and eventually rendered you a complete and utter idiot when you had simply brushed it off as a courteous gesture from a friend. he knows kissing you will finally thrust his perseverant intention in your mind — and he figures by the flustered look on your face, you don’t seem to mind being on the receiving end for a handful more moments of his lips against yours.

“i wasn’t kissing you as a friend…” THOMA awkwardly clears his throat, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise to his ears. it had taken him weeks, or even months, to finally set his mind on the bold gesture of kissing you and asking you out. he had prayed to the gods that there was a possibility you wouldn’t reject him after everything you’ve made him feel, but that singular string of hope began to dissipate farther into the deep abyss. and he only manages to grab ahold of that long-drifting fantasy, when you’ve eventually brought him back to reality, by grabbing his shirt in hopes of meeting his lips for a second time, and maybe someday, a thousand more times.

OML YES AKJSKAK (excitement through fear bc I don't know how to write hcs 💀)

ANYWAYS -

6'5 (Or just tall) male reader ! ft. Venti

OKAY- BUT HE'D ABSOLUTELY ADORE A TALL S/O

LOVES it when you pick him up by his waist just to help him reach you when he wants a kiss

will always make a way to climb on you.

Have something on your back? Oh okay, he'll just climb or stand on your shoulders.

Holding a bunch of stuff he doesn't care about? Just carry him on your back lol

but, when you're actually busy or you have your hands full, he'll just casually do his elemental skill and give you a smile. Then walks like nothing happened.

AND HOOO BOY HE'LL DO IT MORE OFTEN IF AND WHEN HE FINDS OUT THAT YOU GET FLUSTERED OR JUST ENJOY IT

and maybe will tease you about it

Little "the wind isn't the only thing blowing me" joke ehe

A, C, I, and M + CHILDE.

warnings: fluff and not proofread

a/n: wanted to write something but didnt wanna do a fic,, so here’s another imagine that i wrote with an upset stomach <3

wc: 260

imagine boyfriend!itadori who’s love language is touch. he just can’t get enough of you, constantly yearning to be close to you. when you told him that your parents didn’t allow you to get an apartment with him, he was bummed about it. however, he respected your parents’ decision and just aimed to spend as much time with you as he can in school.

? : this is a request from my old blog, @h6kkais . send me some new requests for this blog . ;)

✞ . the fact that mikey even told you how he felt would be a big deal. he fears letting people get too close to him, especially romantically. he's aware that some day, no matter how it happens, he'll lose the people dear to him. despite that, he took a gamble on his feelings for you and has never regretted it.

✞ . most likely, you would also be a member of toman. he wouldn't be especially protective of you during gang fights or anything of the sort. if you're his boyfriend, he knows well enough how capable you are. although, he'll find himself glancing at you more just make sure you're doing well.

✞ . while not overly protective, he has no issues protecting you when necessary. he understands the danger that comes with being in a gang ── especially one as notorious as toman ── but to also have the title of mikey's boyfriend puts you at a higher risk for rival gang attacks. manjiro would never admit to it, but he tries to go everywhere with you just in case. and when he can't be with you, he tries to make sure one of his friends is. especially if you're going somewhere outside of toman's main territory. he doesn't doubt your ability to protect yourself, but he knows how vicious rival gangs can be and all the dirty tricks they use.

✞ . mikey isn't especially possessive or quick to jealousy, but he does have his moments. he has to reactions to feeling jealous : excessive clingy-ness and bouts of affection or intimidating the person through harsh glares and / or subtly threatening them.

✞ . likes it when you play with his hair. doesn't matter if it's you running your fingers through it, brushing it, or styling it. has an especially soft spot for scalp massages. he falls asleep every time you give him one without fail.

✞ . almost all of the dates the two of you go on are food related. mikey really likes taking you to local diners ( especially ones that have lots of desserts ). he'll always sit on the same side of the booth as you. he likes being close to you no matter where you are.

✞ . expect him to take a lot of naps on you. whether it be with his head laying on your lap or completely laying his body on you, mikey sleeps the best when he's touching you. but only in private, of course. you're the only one who gets to see him in his especially soft states.

✞ . 'i love you' is a phrase used few & far between in your relationship. and that's okay. mikey doesn't think saying it is important because you should already know how much he loves you through his actions. he says it sometimes, usually after something really big has occurred in his life or late at night when he can't sleep.

but shinsou crushing on a male reader from his class that wears a face mask so he gets curious as to what he looks like and one day he just brainwashes him into taking it off

i don’t even know how to end it this was kind of random <//3

NO BECAUSE THIS IS SO CUTE !!!

Warnings: None!

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Between (Boy)Friends

Class 1-C is full of nosy people. People who talk too much, ask too many questions, stand too close. Shinso is familiar with each and every one of them, and quite frankly, they bore him. He sits in the far back of his class, lucky enough to stay away from the people who annoy him. There’s one boy, however, that peaks his interest. Every time they lock eyes Shinso can feel heat flush his face. It’s embarrassing, acting like a schoolboy whose resolve jumps out the window at the sight of a pretty face. But it’s not as if he can exactly see the boys’ face. He just has a pretty vibe. There he goes again, losing his cool and thinking about ‘vibes’ like a hopeless romantic. Hitoshi bites his tongue and his face contorts as if he bit straight into a lemon at the thought of being hopelessly in love. Maybe he’s moving too fast.

Then again, he says that a lot to undermine his feelings. It’s not like you’re strangers, if anything, Hitoshi would like to believe you’re up to friend status. The two of you have hung out before, you’ve shared headphones and talked from sunrise to sunset, so maybe his feelings are reasonable. You’re the only one who accepts his blunt nature, the only one who has complimented his quirk, the only one who felt genuine. He remembers seeing you smile for the first time, and although your mouth was covered he could see it in your eyes. Thinking about it made his heart beat against his ribcage. He wanted to see your smile. Part of him wonders if it has to do with your quirk, maybe you need it as some form of life support? You took it off once, but politely asked him to turn away whilst doing so. Maybe you were insecure. But that wouldn’t make sense, right? How could someone so irrevocably handsome be insecure? Shinso sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case. He also hoped he’d stop rambling soon, because he was beginning to sound like Midoriya.

When the day ends, you and Shinso are the last ones out, and nerves reveal themselves in balled fists and wobbly legs. Every other Wednesday you walk home together, and Shinso grasps onto them in hopes that they’ll never disappear. But or course, all good things must come to an end. You’re walking ahead of him, talking about something that Shinso is half listening to, before you look back and see his purple eyes boring into your mask.

“What’s wrong?” Your head tilts to the right and Shinso’s brain short circuits at the display. Great, now he’s beginning to sound like Kaminari.

Holy shit. Now is his chance. It’s almost perfectly timed, with the orange and peach hued sunset beaming on your face and highlighting your features, Shinso feels like he’s staring at an angel. The sweetest, funniest, best person he has ever met. The closest to an angel he can get. Hitoshi takes a deep breath in and asks:

“Do you trust me?” You nod firmly.

“Of course, why-?”

That’s all the confirmation he needs. He walks up to you and cups your cheeks, covered by the mask that he’s cursed for so long. Gently, he takes your hand and guides them up to the mask. There’s a difference in size, and it makes his chest feel tight. One more second of suspense and Hitoshi might explode.

“Take off your mask,” He clears his throat and adds “Please.” with a strained voice.

His hand ghosts yours, hovering over them so he can truly feel that this is real, that this is truly happening. The mask rises above your head and to the side. Shinso doesn’t know whether to cry, punch the air, or do a flip because he’s never felt this feeling before. Underneath the mask lays your smile, warm and bright and perfect. So perfect it’s overwhelming. Hitoshi never held you up to a certain standard, never tried to find something to compare you to, and never doubted you. You’re more handsome than he could have ever imagined. How was it possible to be handsome and pretty? White haze lifts from your eyes and your shoulders relax. When you’ve fully gained control back, you realize how close the two of you are. You can feel his breath against your face, and you almost feel embarrassed with the idea of being so... exposed. Then again, it’s just Shinso. The boy who has a cat on his lockscreen. The boy you walk home with. The boy you have a crush on, and the boy you want to pull closer.

“You didn’t have to brainwash me to get me to do that.”