Hi Hi Hiiiii :DDDD First Off I Wanna Say I've Been Loving Scrolling Back In Your Acc And Reading Ur Fics!!!

hi hi hiiiii :DDDD first off i wanna say i've been loving scrolling back in your acc and reading ur fics!!! i dont know how i havent followed you sooner, but im here now!!! lolol :"D so!! for the tea prompts, could i perhapse get milk and rosehip tea with guy :O? i feel like he's suuuch an interesting character to write in terms of solidifying things like emotion expression and affection!!! thank u so so much in advance <33333 :D

Aaaa hiiii im such a fan :000 your tags have been brightening my days hehe I get so excited when I read through them n I’m always smiling like an idiot and and and ANYWAY!! Request!! Yes! I totally agree, Guy is so fun to write with and explore, so I really hope you enjoy!!

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Milk tea: what are their kisses like?

⚙️ough….ough…

⚙️He’s such a sucker for affection and your kisses always catch him off-guard, which always makes him so happy n blushy

⚙️and he rly wants to give that back but he’s so awkward about it

⚙️He wants to make sure you’re perfectly still so he can aim correctly and give you the perfect surprise kiss

⚙️And he definitely did it right, because you really didn’t know what was going on when you felt a light touch to your forehead until you looked up and found Guy right next to you

⚙️You couldn’t even find words to say because HOW is he so CUTE? And so HOT? And KIND??

⚙️luckily, Guy spoke up first

⚙️“A kiss. For you. Since you like giving them so much, you should get some too.”

⚙️WAUGH LIL MAN(well not really little but he’s so CUTE)

⚙️all you could do was sit there in silence, wanting to squeal

⚙️instead, you opted for wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling into his torso

⚙️he returned the action, keeping you close

⚙️Anyway, actual answer to the question

⚙️His kisses are very timid, but once he gets used to giving and receiving them, they become more frequent, but they’re still very special to him.

⚙️He cares so much about you, and, because of that, he wants to make sure he’s as gentle as possible so as not to hurt you by coming on too strong, which includes kisses

⚙️HE<3333

Rosehip tea: how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

⚙️He isn’t really affectionate at first, since this is his first romantic relationship

⚙️When you first started out, he went with things he’d see other couples do, which led to a lot of awkward situations where he thought he was showing affection well, but he just was doing things a bit more…uniquely(affectionate)

⚙️that’s not to say it wasn’t fun or adorable, though

⚙️For instance, he wanted to try taking you to a dessert shop and feed you a bite of his food, but he was so monotonous that you couldn’t help but giggle happily as you took the bite.

⚙️vv cute<3

⚙️Later on, he found what his favorite ways of showing affection were through trial and error, and just by finding what you both liked the most.

⚙️He probably struggles with physical touch(even tho he loves it), and his affections lie in mostly in quality time, acts of service, and clunky words of affirmation

⚙️For example, he values having time with you every day where you can both relax and talk freely, where he gives you some food or you make some together

⚙️Along with that, sometimes he’ll just collapse on top of you or cling to you and you can just FEEL his body soften from its usual stiff position

⚙️it’s always accompanied by a few messy kisses<33333

⚙️overall, he’s a sucker for you and is a romantic lil guy<3

Post-show Blues(Sakuya x reader)

Summary/preview: “Sakuya here! You have post show depression? Hey, it’s okay, I can help. Would you mind coming into my arms for a sec?” Enjoy a fluffy oneshot I wrote because my show ended and now I’m sad!

Notes/tags: Sakuya Sakuma/reader, Actor!Reader, GN!reader, fluff, comfort, oneshot, Drabble, can be interpreted as platonic or romantic you choose

You shuffled to the door of Sakuya and Citron’s room, coming to a halt as you knocked on the door. It was nearly 2 am, and your head hung low, the nervousness you felt spiking when you saw the doorknob turn as Sakuya poked his head out.

“Oh, hey, what are you doing here?” He asked, fully opening the door for you.

“I, uh, couldn’t sleep.” You simply stated, faking a sheepish smile.

You were an actor, after all.

The truth was actually a lot sillier than the fact that you couldn’t sleep. The run of the show you were in had finally ended, and it was beginning to feel as if your life had lost some of its meaning.

Sakuya smiled at your false reasoning, happy that, from his perspective, at least, you were doing okay.

“Well, if that’s the case, you’re always welcome here, no matter what. Citron’s actually out tonight, so it’ll just be the two of us if that’s okay.”

“That’s perfect, actually.” You replied, still keeping your smile plastered on your face.

Sakuya led you into the room, shutting the door behind you as he turned on a small lamp. He then climbed up the ladder to his bed, gesturing for you to do the same.

You went up, slightly worried about the weight limit, but it seemed like it didn’t matter to Sakuya.

Laying down next to him, your faces within close proximity, you couldn’t help but blush. If you leaned in any further… now wasn’t really the time for that.

“So”, Sakuya started, a low tone to his voice, “do you mind telling me what happened? Other than not being able to sleep, of course.”

His smile was warm and welcoming, ready to accept anything, no matter how odd. Your eyes filled with tears once more, nervous to say anything.

“Nothing, just bad sleeping habits is all.”

“Are you sure? I can see your tears, so something must be wrong.” Your eyes widened, and you were suddenly hyper aware of what your face looked like.

You blinked, allowing the tears to fall.

“Dammit…” you muttered. Sakuya held your face, gently swiping his thumb across your cheek to wipe the single tear away.

“Will you please tell me what’s wrong? I’m not going to say anything to anyone else about this.” He whispered, trying to reassure you.

You took a deep inhale, then sighed out, remembering the reason you came to him out of everyone else in the company.

If anyone would understand it would be him…

You mustered up some courage, then finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

“It’s just some post-show depression. It’s nothing, really, but it’s still hard for me. I’m gonna miss doing this production.” Sakuya’s eyes widened, then softened with understanding before pulling you closer to his chest.

“I know the feeling. It’s always hard to lose what took over your life for a long time, and most of the time, you never get to see the cast again. It’s hard, I know, but that’s what makes Mankai so special. You still get to have these people near you, and even without Mankai, you’ll probably stay in touch with your cast. I used to get really bad post show depression, but since I came here, it’s never been as hard as it used to be. I’m not going to tell you to just get over it, nor am I saying your feelings aren’t irrelevant or not valid. I just want to give you some exciting hope for the future with us, and I hope you’ll stay for years to come.”

The more he talked, the more reassured you felt, and the more tears began to flow.

You cried and cried, snuggling deep into Sakuya’s shoulder as he rubbed your back and whispered kind words into your ear.

Who knew that simple things such as “I’m proud of you” and “You did great, now you can rest until the next one” could make you feel so happy and warm?

Sakuya shifted onto his back, gently readjusting your body so he could hold you on top of his chest.

You found yourself finally drowsy after a good cry, and you snuggled into his hold accordingly. He tightened his grip on you, giving you a reassuring squeeze before planting his lips onto your forehead.

The kiss lingered for a moment, allowing you to both drink in the comfort and tenderness the moment held. Sakuya finally released his lips, beginning to toy with your hair.

“Good night”, he whispered, “I’ll see you on stage soon.”

tetsuro, omi, guy, tasuku, chikage, and misumi are all [individually] strong enough to pick up almost everyone in mankai. thus, anyone who wants it will get regular pick-upsies!!! everyone loves picking up muku bc hes such a sweet little fella :”)))) def the baby of mankai. almost everyone is strong enough to lift izumi in a princess carry and shes strong enough to lift quite a few troupe members too!! [teeechnically hisoka can too but he usually will not bother..,.,he does make exceptions for sakuya and muku tho,.,.,] azuma gets VERY giggly when he’s picked up,,.,ough,.,swoons,.,,.he is so special to me,,.,omi was veryyy hesitant when taichi asked him if he wanted someone to try and pick him up, so tai-chan obviously enlisted the help of guy and tetsuro to see if either of them were strong enough. turns out, both were!!! omi was blushing and smiling as FUCK it was vv cute

i will tell u a secret tho,.,.hisoka once picked up homare bridal style and homa HASNT SHUT UP ABOUT IT SINCE!!!! HE WAS SO ENAMOURED!!!! so!!! homare started regularly lifting weights with tasuku [he may have had to convince homa not to start lifting with 30 pound weights and mayyybe work his way up instead…] and after a good few months of spouting poems about exercising, he was finally able to lift hiso!!! good job homare!!!!

CONTENT WARNING: this piece is about disordered eating [nothing very graphic, but mentions of some of the milder side effects of not eating well for a somewhat extended period of time] so please please take caution in reading

I honestly think Taichi may struggle with eating properly. Like, I can see him feeling super nervous during the middle of spring, because ‘oh jeez, summer is coming and I totally gained weight, I know I did, ah shit.,,’. He’d get worried about how he has a smaller frame compared to the other guys in Mankai, and especially the guys in his troupe. Like, Omi is huge. When he’s in a bad headspace, just standing up near Omi makes him feel so scrawny and pathetic. So he starts eating in a very unbalanced manner. While simultaneously trying to lose his ‘winter weight’ and gain muscle, Taichi starts skipping meals and doing strenuous workouts way more often than his body can handle. He starts sneaking into the kitchen late at night, trying to find something to stave off his hunger so he can sleep. He starts feeling dizzy and lightheaded multiple times a day. He can barely help Yuki sew anymore because his seams keep going crooked and he’s just too woozy and ‘God it's warm in here’ ‘Shit I'm freezing’ ‘Dude I’m fine I swear! (I feel sick)’ and he can't keep track of where the needle is going. Two and a half weeks of this. He feels terrible. Not only is his body struggling to keep up with his activities and schoolwork, he feels incredibly guilty for lying to everyone. Because, let's be real, some of the older members of Mankai know something is up with Taichi. Izumi can see that something is wrong, but she can't pinpoint exactly what. Kazu is worried about his peppy little bro seeming so wiped out at 3 in the afternoon. And Omi. Shit. It feels horrible lying to him. And smiling while lying to his face? Taichi feels nauseated every time he does it. 

 “I ate already!!”

“Oh don't worry, I had a big lunch, I’m just not hungry for dinner!”

“Haha, I’ll tell ya if I’m hungry Omimiiii!” 

Three weeks. Three weeks of this. And Taichi is in the kitchen at 2 in the morning, with a sad little sandwich in his cold hand. And he stubs his toe.

And apparently that was the last fucking straw.

And he slides down the side of the countertop to curl up into himself on the floor. And he cries. And he cries. Juza was the first one who found Taichi curled up on the floor and got scared. Unsure of how to proceed, he gently laid his hand on the little boy’s shaking back. Opening his arms, allowing Taichi to lean in and be held, asked who he would be comfortable talking with. And now we have Omi and Izumi sitting on the couch with Taichi, comforting him and listening attentively as he tells them everything. No more lying. Never again. I promise. I'm so sorry. Omi and Izumi glanced at each other for a moment, and the two minds as one body, proceeded to reassure this kid in front of them. “Taichi, its ok” 

“...what?” 

“Listen to me, hey hey, look at me please? Taichi, listen please.” 

“It's okay Nanao. I promise. We love you.” 

“We care about you. I promise.” 

 “It’s alright.” 

“It's okay.” 

“We love you” 

All Taichi can do is cry harder, cradled in Izumi and Omi’s arms, surrounded by the warmest reassurance he’s felt in a while. Omi and Izumi spend the next few hours calming Taichi down, re-assuring him that they’re here for him, that they still love him, that they’ll always love him. that they could never be mad at him for something like this. And Izumi chokes a little bit between ‘like’ and ‘this’. Someone in her care, god, a child in her care was hurting so bad and she couldn't help sooner? She could have helped with this one. She knew what it felt like to…no, she knows what it feels like, she, oh god, she knows and it’s bad. She’s tensed up to hell and back, she will not cry right now, this is not about her. but of course, Taichi notices. And he silently leans his forehead against her shoulder in assumed understanding. Omi notices and he keeps one hand on Taichi’s knee and one hand slides to the middle of Izumi’s back. Warm. Solid. Safe.

Tucked up on the couch like this, Taichi falls asleep first. Omi and Izumi can’t bring themselves to sleep yet though, and they both sit there for a little over an hour, in rapt contemplation of the boy between him, and the way he looked younger when he was asleep. There was a quiet comfort in how they both laid a hand each on Taichi’s back, in how Izumi’s hand tentatively searches for Omi’s behind the cushion between them, and how Omi gently catches it, and holds on to her, absolutely swept with a sense of fierce protectiveness, of reverence, and a sickening twist of fear and deep seated care for the two sleeping bodies next to him.

Misumi just so happened to wake up earliest that morning, having planned to cut up some triangle shaped fruits for Natsugumi’s picnic later that day. Yawing and wrapping his crochet blanket [courtesy of Yuki] to bunch up on his shoulders, he sleepily shuffled into the living room, walking to pull aside the curtains to let in some sunlight almost on autopilot, when he stopped in the middle of the carpet, standing stock still. Oh boy. Something deeeefinitely happened here. Something not very nice at all. As quiet as he could, Misumi tip-toed over to the couch, gently laying his blanket over Taichi and Omi, and slid off his hoodie to cover up Izumi. As darling as they looked, all cuddled up, Misumi’s heart absolutely ached seeing how desperately it seemed Taichi was clutching onto the hem of Omi’s shirt, how protectively the two adults had been sitting around Taichi. Putting aside the fruit for now, Misumi thought it best to put on a pot of water to make some black tea for the little group when they woke up. It’s what his grandfather did whenever Misumi was feeling all sad and run-down. While the water boiled he snuck around to the rooms of anyone he guessed could have been awake that early, Chikage and Itaru, Tasuku, Kazunari and Kumon, he even flagged down Kamekichi and asked him to keep the living room clear of any visitors till the trio woke up. Bustling around the kitchen, he couldnt help but softly giggle as he heard Taichi yawn and stretch out, one arm hanging off of the couch, and Misumi caught himself blushing a little as he turned around to see Omi [still half asleep], pulling Izumi closer, who, in turn, snuggled in, with her hand resting on the back of Taichi’s head. Pretty cute.

brushing izumi’s hair and she falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing tsuzuru’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing kazunari’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing sakyua’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing citron’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing misumi’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing muku’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing hisoka’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing homare’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 brushing azuma’s hair and he falls the fuck asleep <333 

Request from @shadowlightstorm: Can I request Chikage almost losing the reader, with romance and a first kiss?

This fic was a MONSTER to finish because my brain wanted to go really ham on it. Due to that, it ended up being much more intense than I anticipated, but I hope you enjoy!!

Request rules

TW/CW: Guns, depictions of violence, strong language, scenes of peril

“Are you sure he’s alright?” Sakuya asked nervously.

“Chillax, Sakusaku! Chikachon tends to come home late a lot, it’s kinda his thing!” Kazunari exclaimed, trying to calm him.

“But MIDNIGHT?! I’d think he’d be done with work by now.” Banri piped up.

The dorms were in chaos. This was the fifth night in a row that Chikage had come home late from work. Sure, it was a common occurrence, especially given that he seemed to live a double life, but after “the incident” it had dwindled.

If that was the case, then why was he staying out now?

Itaru had come home hours ago, simply stating that Chikage had to work overtime, but last time you checked, overtime didn’t go this late, nor was it this frequent.

“If everybody could just calm down for a sec, we could actually figure this out.” You loudly proclaimed in an attempt to quiet the constant chatter.

“Well, what do you want us to do?” Banri asked, sneering.

“I don’t know, send a search party or something?” You suggested nervously.

“What would that do? I’m sure he doesn’t want to be bothered with whatever he’s doing.” Sakyo complained.

“Well, I don’t know, he could be in danger!” You exclaimed.

“Knowing Chikage, I think he can handle whatever he’s dealing with.” Sakyo rebutted.

You sighed, already over this conversation.

“Fine. I’ll call him, and if he doesn’t pick up, I’ll go searching for him.”

“If you go out, I’ll come too.” Masumi added desperately.

“Absolutely not.” Tsuzuru butt in, grabbing Masumi’s shoulders to steer him away from you.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, selected Chikage’s contact, and called him up.

One ring. Nothing, as expected.

Two rings. Nothing, once more.

Three rings. Chikage, please…

Four.

Five. “The number you called is curren-“ you hung up.

“Well, that’s that, I’m going.”

“Fine,” Sakyo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He then gripped your shoulders forcefully, making sure your eyes met.

“Please be careful. I don’t want this company being put in jeopardy because our director got kidnapped or something.”

You faked a carefree smile.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry! And even if I do get kidnapped, I know things will probably turn out okay. I mean, it’s happened before, right?”

No matter how jokingly you said those things, you felt that trauma flash back at you. No matter how much you tried not to worry, you felt yourself shake.

But now wasn’t the time for that, you thought as you stood up from the clutch to go to the door and bid the company farewell for a bit. You grabbed your bag, stuffed your essentials into it, then said goodbye to everyone.

The streets of Veludo always felt different at night. They were empty, with no street acts, and everybody was either watching or barely leaving a performance. Due to that, the city stayed relatively crime-free.

Relatively. You know, given the fact that you’d encountered shady characters in the past.

Either way, your search for Chikage had been fruitless. It may have been easier if you’d known any of his coworkers or if he picked up his phone, but even so, there was always the possibility of some trickery afoot.

Given that this was Chikage, those chances were raised.

Suddenly, you saw a swatch of green pass by you.

You turned around, hoping to find your missing member, only to see nothing but a dark alleyway behind you. Peeking in, there was a glint of light that shone, reflecting more green and a tall figure.

You gasped.

Fucking FINALLY.

You wanted to shout his name, to come closer, but you were stopped when you made out how vigorously he was moving.

That can’t be good.

From the little light you had, you noticed another figure with him.

There were no discernible features, all you could see was their black hood. That, and that they too were jumping and throwing punches.

Your eyes shot open, and you quickly attempted to maneuver to press your back against the front of the building that flanked the alleyway.

Unfortunately, the figure saw you before you managed to get away. You felt them yank your wrist, gripping it so tightly that your skin paled, pulling you into their fight.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

“Chikag-“ you were cut off by their hand clamping over your mouth.

In the faint light, you could see Chikage’s face shift from determination to horror in a matter of seconds.

“Director, what the fuck are you doing here?” He asked, worry and disdain filling his voice.

Your response only came out as muffled screams.

“Ah, a director, huh? How strange. Someone who’s apparently above you can’t fight for themself?”

As an attempt of get the figure to holding you hostage to shut up, you spat on his hand.

Sadly, that only made the situation worse.

“What is wrong with you, you little slut?!” He screeched, taking their hand from your mouth to wipe it on their pants, “That’s it, you really asked for this, didn’t you?” With that, they pulled out a gun, holding it to your head.

You felt your blood run cold.

“Struggle, and you get shot. Got it?”

Chikage could only watch in terror as you silently pleaded for your life, not trying to provoke your captor. His eyes darted around the scene, trying to find a way to escape with both of you safe.

The figure sneered.

“Come on, aren’t you gonna save them? Don’t you LOVE them?! If that’s the case, why don’t you go on and do it?!!”

That was the final straw.

In a split second, the enemy was disarmed, your wrists were free, and you were held by a very angry Chikage with a gun pointed towards a man’s head.

“Now, how about we make a new deal, hm? Either you keep quiet about this and nothing happens, you make a scene and we turn you in to the police, or you try anything funny and you get shot. So, how about it?”

Chikage’s eyes were filled with manic, a deranged smirk on his face.

Now it was time for the enemy to panic as they realized what kind of person they had provoked. They slowly raised their hands up, shakily nodding as Chikage slowly lowered the gun. He gave them a pleasant smile, though given the situation it still seemed insane.

“Good, that’s what I thought. I’ll be keeping this, and you can feel free to run along now.”

They nodded once more, making a run for it.

Once they were gone, the shock and panic caught up to you, and your tears flooded out as you crumpled to the ground. Chikage casually threw the gun to the side, then knelt down to tend to you.

“How many times has I told you not to do anything when I come home late?” He scolded, only to be met with blubbering. He sighed, gingerly placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry. Are you okay? Any wounds that need to be tended to?”

You nodded.

“I’ll take that as a yes to both. Here, give me your wrists.”

You showed them to him. They still had marks from where you were gripped so tightly.

“Oh, that doesn’t look good. There’s not much we can do about it now. Is there anything else that needs care?”

You shook you head.

“Can you stand?”

A nod.

“Do you want help getting up?”

A hesitation, then another nod.

“Okay.”

Chikage stood up from where he was kneeling, then offered his arm for you to use to boost yourself up.

“There we go. Let’s get out of here, shall we? I haven’t had dinner yet, so do you wanna grab curry and head home?”

You nodded.

“Let’s go, then.”

With that, Chikage escorted you down the street to your shared favorite curry restaurant. You both sat down, ordered your usual meals, then were left in silence.

“It’s been a few minutes, are you doing any better?” He asked.

“A little.” You meekly replied.

“Oh, you’re comfortable talking now, that’s an improvement.”

“Yeah.”

“Listen,” Chikage’s voice became soft, “I’m sorry you had to get caught up in that. This is why I tell you not to panic when I come home late. What did you think you were doing?”

“I’m sorry, we were all worried and-“

“Never mind. We’re all family now, right? I should’ve known you’d worry.” His expression softened, a rare sight for him.

You sat in a slightly awkward silence for a few moments before you remembered something.

“Oh, I should probably LIME the company group chat, they should know what’s going on.”

“Don’t tell them what happened,” he pleaded, “just say that we’re safe and we’re getting dinner. They don’t need to be more concerned than they already are.”

You gave him a weak smile.

“You’ve gone soft, Chika.”

“I’m not gonna deny that one.” He replied, sighing as as genuine smile crept its way onto his face.

Once the dm was sent, your food arrived.

Halfway through the meal, and with you fully calm, a question popped into your mind.

“Chika?”

“Hm?”

“Do you mind explaining why you were fist fighting someone in an alleyway in the first place?”

You saw his expression fall for a moment, but he tried to remain collected.

“Let’s just say my organization got a little tangled with another’s.”

“Will you ever tell us what it is you even do in that organization of yours?”

“Nope.” He replied with a wink and a sly smile as he returned to eating.

When the check came, you quickly pulled out your wallet when Chikage stopped you, quickly giving the waiter his card.

“For the inconvenience” he had claimed.

Leaving the restaurant to head home, there was still one last question in the back of your mind.

“Chika?”

“What now?”

“Was it true?”

“Was what true?”

“What they said back there. Did you save me because you loved me?”

He stopped walking, his expression becoming stone.

“…yes.” His voice was the tiniest bit above a whisper, just barely audible.

“Wha-“ Without warning, you were cut off for the last time that night by his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. It lasted for a bit, with Chikage pulling you in by your waist as your arms found their way around his neck to push up some of his hair. He put all of his love into it, allowing you to see how much he’s been hiding.

The kiss left you breathless as you pulled apart.

“Yes, its true. I love you.” he whispered, his thumb stroking the bottom of your chin. “And I always will.”

You had no words to reply to him with, still caught up in trying to decipher what just happened.

“Well,” he interrupted your thoughts, “shall we head home?” He held his hand out, prompting you to take it,

You did, and were surprised by how well they fit together.

Needless to say, you were silent the whole way home after the wildest night of your life.