Twist Of Fate || Oikawa T.

can u write for kazuha where he uhhh kisses u IDK LOL

— kiss me, kiss you ;

kaedehara kazuha (with gn!reader)

kazuha thinks of kissing you often. more than any normal person would, anyway.

꒰꒰ warnings ... kissing? ꒱꒱

The first time Kazuha thinks of kissing you is when the crew of the Crux is up drinking late at night, talking about the type of person they'd kiss. Most of them are drunk and barely coherent, and he hides a smile with his sake cup.

A crewmate turns to him and asks him in a drunken slur who he'd like to kiss and, though he’s about to say that he sees no one in that way, his eyes drift over to you, where you are talking with Captain Beidou at the bow of the ship.

Your smile sends his heart in a gallop and he quickly downs his sake before telling them that he's going to bed, to the loud complaints of the crewmates. Kazuha passes by you on the way and you send him a good night, to which he only nods and rushes off without looking at you.

When he's alone in his small cabin, he buries his face in his hands, wondering why he had wanted to pull you to him and kiss you stupid when he had passed by you a little while ago.

The second time is when you're out in Liyue with him. You'd convinced Beidou to let you take him out for a while and told her that since it was night, no one would even take a second glance. The captain had agreed but had told you that if Kazuha got caught by anyone, she would hang you upside down from the gangplank.

Your eyes sparkle as you take in the lively Liyue as people bustle about and voices call out to sell their wares. He smiles at your apparent excitement and startles when you pull on his arm as your run through the crowd.

Your laughter sounds sweet to his ears and he has the urge to create a haiku dedicated to just your laugh. He wants to kiss you to see your laugh melt away as you focus on him and only him and —

Oh, he was doing it again. He was thinking about kissing you again, and Kazuha isn’t sure what he’s supposed to do with these feelings that bubble to the surface whenever he’s with you.

The third time is when he watches you sing when you’ve had a little too much to drink. You’re normally so steady and now you’re swaying from side to side, hiccuping as you warble the song.

When Kazuha thinks that you look like you’re about to throw yourself off the anchored ship, he takes a hold of you by the waist and drags you to your cabin. You smile drunkenly and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up to nearly eye level with him.

Your breath smells like alcohol, he notes, and your normal full-mouthed smile is replaced with a sleepy smile. He has never seen you like this before but he admits that it is, in a way, cute.

He lays you down on your bed but you don’t have any intention of letting go of him. If anything, your arms grow tighter around his neck, which forces his face closer to yours.

He makes eye contact with you and he swears his heart is ready to jump right out of his chest. For all his poetic words, he has no idea what he should say.

He wants to kiss you bad enough that he’s ready to throw his inhibitions away and just do it, damn the consequences but —

He sighs, and gently pries your arms away from him and tucks you into your bed. You’re already half asleep when he stands up and walks to your door. But Kazuha doesn’t miss the quietly mumbled ‘thank you’ as he leaves your room.

Not long after that day, a skirmish with another pirate ship breaks out unexpectedly. He’s busy fighting off a few guys on his own that he doesn’t notice you fighting on the higher part of the Crux.

Your opponent backs you to the edge of the platform and your foot slips, leading to you falling right on your hand. Kazuha catches your string of curses as he finishes off his opponents and his eyes widen when he sees you fallen.

He runs over to you and helps you sit up, asking you if you’re alright. You nod but wince when you try to move your hand. More opponents flood in and attempt to attack you but one glare from him sends them scurrying off with their tails between their legs.

The battle ends in the Crux’s victory but Kazuha is too busy treating your hand to even let out a smile. He ties the bandage gently and you smile at him brightly when he’s done.

But he doesn’t let go of your hand, and you’re surprised. You call his name and without a warning, he pulls you closer to him by your waist and presses his lips to yours.

A gasp leaves your mouth but he’s insistent and holds you in the kiss for a few more moments before pulling away, covering the lower half of his face with his arm.

You touch your lips and you feel yourself getting warmer and warmer. You bury your face into your hands, feeling embarrassed and yet happy.

Little do you know that the entire crew of the Crux had been a spectator to Kazuha’s little show and had sighed in relief that the blond had finally gathered the courage to kiss you.

notes this is very very very um questionable? but i wanted to write this for u <3 this is kinda like 3 times he thinks of kissing u + the 1 time he actually does ? that's what came to mind when i saw this ask so yeah SDJSD i hope u like it bae !!

Hmmm with Albedo at 1 pm

[1 pm]: "and i'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways, maybe just the touch of a hand"

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pairing: Albedo x gn!reader

genre: Fluff, soulmate!au, very light angst almost unnoticeable

a/n: I have such a huge urge to write a part 2, but I just don't know.

Word: Soulmate

Definition: A person who is perfectly suited to another in every single way. Someone you are predestined to be with.

Word: Homunculus

Definition: A life form that is artificially created by an alchemist.

Theory: Homunculi do not have soulmates.

A homunculus is not created by the hands of the gods, therefore it is a transgression to the natural order that Celestia has ordained. When faced with such an anomaly, the evidence of human hubris in thinking they can usurp the life-giving powers of the higher beings, who is to say that the gods will look favorably on that which should not exist?

Who is to say that this entity is deserving of a soulmate?

Albedo has no problem reconciliating himself with this theory, even while some of the people around him scramble eagerly around to find their destined one.

How equally fascinating and mind-boggling that a single touch of the hand is enough for one to recognize their soulmate.

While he can somewhat understand a human's need to seek out love and companionship, he himself does not despair over the fact that he may never have his one and only. He is very much content with the status of the relationships he has at the moment, and find no need to occupy his mind with other matters when there are questions about the world that needs explaining.

Until you came stumbling into his life, that is.

He was in the middle of sketching something that caught his attention when the serene silence is broken by a loud scream. He whip his head around to see you sprinting for your life towards him, the only thing coming out your mouth is a simple "Lawachurl!"

That is all it took for him to run after you and telling you he knows a place where you can hide. He leads you to the mouth of a cave where the two of you had your backs to the wall, hidden from sight. Only when the growling died down and the footsteps sounded far away did you breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hi," you offer a timid smile.

"Hi," he responds, noticing that he has never seen your face around Mondstadt before.

"Sorry for dragging you into this."

"No, it's all right. Dragonspine is a very unexpected place, after all." He also sees the way you shiver despite the layers of clothing you have on. "My camp is nearby, if you don't mind we can go there to get you warmed up."

It only took a warm bowl of soup and a roaring fire to get the both of you acquainted with one another. He found out that you're an adventurer drawn to the city of wind partly due to the tales of the mountains of everlasting winter that had enchanted you when you were little.

You, in turn, learn that he is an alchemist with a mind too curious and far too brilliant, whose body seem to not register the cold as much as a normal human should.

"And, what is your impression of Dragonspine thus far?" He asks as he takes the bowl away from you.

"It does look to be a place right out of a fairytale book, like the ones that tell of a princess made of snow and her castle made of crystal on the side of the mountain. But there's something oddly melancholic about this place, as if tragedies upon tragedies are buried here. Never to see the sun again."

Albedo sees you staring out at where the stark-white bones of a great beast lay, and he cannot help but agree with you.

So begins an eccentric routine of him occasionally spotting you in Dragonspine, him inviting you back to camp, him continuing to do his experiments while at times listening to you.

You have a way of telling stories, making them feel so alive and vibrant that he almost believed he was there experiencing what you experienced, seeing what you saw, sensing what you sensed.

"Why do you continue to come back to Dragonspine?" he questions one day as he observes the reaction of mixing Electro Crystals with Mist Flower Corollas.

"If no one has the mind to wonder and a will to discover despite the dangers and uncertainty of it all, nothing in the world will be known," you say simply.

He leaves it at that.

Albedo does not want to admit it, but he looks forward to your visits, revels in your presence in a way that is different from his other relationships.

A good different, he decides.

A kind of different that makes something inside him stir, makes him feel comfortable and at ease with you even when not a single word is exchanged between the two of you. Makes him feel like he can simply be himself around you.

For all of his brilliance, he cannot put a name to whatever it is you invoke in him. It feels foreign, alien, unknown. It feels almost human.

Albedo sets down whatever he is working on and turn over to look at you. You're taking a nap right after lunch, a picture of tranquility as your chest rises slowly up and down, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks.

A couple of hair strands fall onto your sleeping face, and suddenly he has the urge to brush them behind your ears.

If his theory is correct, then nothing would happen right? And he has his gloves on, so it should be fine, right? It's not like his heart is shaking and his throat feels like it's constricting as he slowly moves his hand closer to your face, something tugging at his heartstrings as his fingers lightly graze your strands.

He retracts his hand, unable to submit himself.

(Another part of his mind tells him that he is afraid).

Word: Coward

Definition: Who he is right now.

I just- 🥺🥺🥺

this is day2 of me being hardworking and tired hi gib me some attention

Fine, since you have been working hard😌

“Keiji?”

“Hm?” Akaashi tried to hide the hint of amusement in his tone as he continued typing on his laptop, but now with you permanently glued to his chest.

“I’m so tired...”

“Yeah?” he smiled, patting the back of your head when you rubbed your face against his jumper. It was so warm and smells like the sun and softener, you sunk deeper into the comforting presence of your lover as you sighed.

“I worked so hard today,” you whined, peeking up to watch his expression.

“Did you?” he chuckled. His fingers weaved into your hair and gently kneaded against your scalp, he bite his lips to stop the grin that was crawling on his face as he watched you quite literally melting into a puddle under his touch.

Cute.

You nodded before leaning your jaw on his collar, looking up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could manage. “Can I ask for a reward?”

He laughed and you felt your heart swelling at the way his eyes pursed into two thin lines. He took his glasses off and you looked right into his eyes to see your own reflection swimming amidst the sea of stars twinkling.

He’s so pretty.

You closed your eyes when you felt the soft contact on your forehead, the warmth of his lips lingering before he pulled back.

“Good job.”

(4:30 am) — you're bad for my health, yet I'm urs all the same.

kenma has had five heart attacks in the span of 4 hours. it's late—or, by your definition, "still quite early!" and he's not sure he'll be able to sleep properly for the next few days, and maybe it's because he's thinking of you.

he rubs at his eyes, fighting back the clutches of sleep as he stares, he always is staring, analyzing something, yet his mind feels completely blank at the sight of you.

your bed is cold, the effects of leaving your window just the slightest bit open finally taking a toll on you. cat-like eyes bore into you as you laugh, papers scattered throughout the room. your pen clicks as you topple over kenma, laughter heaving in your chest as you watch him whine and pull away.

"you smell like coffee." kenma complains, yet he pulls you closer into the crook of his neck anyways. you laugh against his skin, and it feels like that's all he can really hear, the remnants of caffeine in your system don't seem to wash away, your eyes wide open in contrast to his.

"are you going to sleep, ken?" and he doesn't think he can reply, blame it on sleep deprivation, or the fact you said ken so casually is his 6th heart attack for the night—morning.

"you're not, so .." kenma thinks for a moment, and no matter how much he wants to pass out, he doesn't want to fall asleep first, either. "i don't think so." a yawn slips past his lips, yet he makes no effort to close his eyes.

you can only smile, even if he can't see it. kenma's head is pounding, and he has no idea how he's going to make it till practice, but for once, everything slips his mind as he watches you slowly fall asleep against him, despite your claims of "resting your eyes" before getting back to work.

small whispers of goodnight, even if the sun is rising, because it's never a new day till you've both fallen asleep, he finally gives himself the freedom to rest.

you're bad for his health, and he's sure that the all nighters and everything about you that pulls at his heart will have side effects when he's 30, but as the sun rises, kenma's okay with being yours.

Hi! Can I request an one shot or head cannon with Akaashi and Iwaizumi where you’re manager at training camp and everyone decided it would be fun to go hiking nearby but you suddenly get lost and twist your ankle or something and when you run into them, you start to tear up from relief as they comfort you and piggy back you back.

« Finding You.

~ the one where you go missing for a night, prompting Akaashi Keiji to search for you despite the dangers lurking in the darkness

Format: One-shot

genre: fluff

- Akaashi Keiji x Reader

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9:03pm

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark.”

“No, we should just go hiking when the sun is, I don’t know, out?” You glare at a smirking Konoha as Bokuto slings an arm around around your shoulders, pouting at you pleadingly as he bounces on the balls of his feet. 

“The other teams manager’s letting them go!!!” 

“What if you hurt yourself, Bo?” You frown, and Bokuto gasps before locking pinkies with you, staring you dead in the eye before crossing his heart with his finger. 

“I solemnly swear I will not get hurt, Y/N.” 

“Do you even know what solemnly means?” 

“Nope! Akaashi said it once though-” 

“I’m against this as well.” Akaashi puts a hand on the back of his neck, peering down at you as blue eyes notice the shift of your feet in place. “We can go exploring tomorrow-” 

“No.” You interject, noticing the immediate wilt of Bokuto’s shoulders before pinching the bridge of your nose, sighing heavily to yourself. “...we can go tonight. Some of you have way too much energy, maybe walking around will tire you guys out.” 

“‘Atta girl!” Konoha glomps you as Bokuto hugs your other side, and you laugh a bit as Komi and Sarukui go to gather the flashlights from the other teams-

A dark-haired setter the only one to notice the lilt of nervousness in your laugh among the chaos. 

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10:12pm

“Y/N, do you want to hold my hand?” 

“Konoha, stop making moves on her, it’ll never happen.” 

“Shut it, Komi!” 

You force a chuckle, trudging along behind a talkative Bokuto as Akaashi strolls besides you, glancing at you once in a while as you keep your hands deep in your pockets, ensuring that no one would be able to see the nervous clench of your fists. Akaashi lifts another branch for you as you smile in thanks, eyes flitting around the dark as you swallow tightly. 

“You didn’t have to do this, you know. You could’ve stayed.” Akaashi’s talking before he can stop himself, and you blink at the abruptness of his words. 

You frown, laughing a bit at Akaashi’s usual polite tone before nudging the quiet boy with your shoulder once. 

“Careful, ‘Kaashi- you might make me think you don’t want me here.” 

Akaashi’s jaw clenched in the dark, noting the waver in your voice before making a calculative decision. His chest twinged as his lips parted, words slipping out quietly as the rest of the team laughed among themselves. 

“And what if I say I don’t?” 

Your feet slow, Akaashi walking ahead to merely glance back at you as the smile on your face completely disappears. 

“Am I...slowing you guys down?” Your hurt tone made Akaashi look forward, unwilling to see the flash of pain across your face as he wishes he could take it back-

“Yeah.” Akaashi says tightly, noticing the other boys have quieted down as well, the tension at the back of the group now noticeable as everyone seems to still. 

“No she’s not, Y/N don’t listen-!” 

“It’s alright, Bo.” You say softly, forcing a chuckle as you avoid everyone’s stares. “I’ll head back. I know the way.” 

“I’ll go with you.” The tension in Akaashi’s chest relaxes, and he begins to follow you before your snapped response makes him stop in his steps. 

“No. I want to go by myself. I might slow you down, Akaashi.” 

Akaashi opens his mouth to press the matter, but Konoha’s faster. He clasps the blue-eyed boy’s shoulder in annoyance, shaking his head with a you’ve done enough, gesture. You were already far now, and Akaashi stared wide-eyed after you-

his plan to get you back to safety completely backfiring. 

“Go, Akaashi, king of sucking the fun out of things.” Bokuto says childishly, nudging his friend a long as Akaashi casts another look into the now empty darkness behind him-

wishing he hadn’t said anything in the first place as he prays you reach the camp before they do. 

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11:00pm

“Maaaan, I’m beat.” 

“We should thank Y/N for letting us go.” Bokuto yawns as the boys trudge towards the camp sluggishly. 

“Some of us have a lot of things to say to Y/N.” Konoha says carefully, refusing to glance in Akaashi’s direction before scoffing. “Let’s go make sure she got here safe, she should be sleeping by now.” 

Komi and Sarukui emerge a few moments later from the entrance of the girl’s dormitories, running frantically as Konoha blinks in confusion. Bokuto wipes the tiredness out of his eyes as the two boys pant out of breath. 

“Y/N never came back!” 

“What?! Shit, we have to go back-” 

“The teachers are out looking, right now-” 

Konoha laughs bitterly, gritting his teeth before spinning on his heel with an accusatory edge to his voice. “What the hell are you gonna do now....Akaashi?” 

But he was already gone.

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12:01pm

It was dark. 

You didn’t know how many minutes or hours it had been, deciding to stay put instead of venturing further into your worst fear. All sense of direction lost, you had sat in a patch of daffodils, seeming to shine in the moonlight as you willed anyone to come. 

The pain in your ankle causes you to hiss as you stretch your leg out in front of you, unable to walk anymore. You stare up at the moon, fear now an exhausted emotion in your veins. 

Anyone. Please, anyone.

You should have pressed to stay with the group. You knew you wouldn’t be able to come back on your own, so why didn’t you? 

Akaashi’s face flashes in your head again as your eyes seem to well up with more unshed tears, wondering why his words had as big of an impact on you as they did. 

Keiji. The most sensible one on the team, always trailing besides you, the first to give you high-fives before matches. The one to remind the team of your birthday, always saving you the seat next to him at lunch under the trees. Keeping the boys in line when they show up for morning practice so you can take a much-needed rest, sometimes an extra breakfast packed away in his bag-

Why did it hurt so much coming from him? 

“Don’t kid yourself.” You whispered to yourself, realizing you were all alone. There were no feelings to hide in front of anybody anymore. Your face found your knee again, feeling the material of your pants wet with your tears. “You know why. You’re in love with him.”

You sniffle, feeling absolutely dumb. Feelings took precedence over your safety as you had stomped away, childishly not realizing Akaashi just wanted to bring you back to camp. Of course he noticed, what made you think he wouldn’t?

“And what if I say I don’t?” 

You whimper, digging your hands into the dirt beneath you, collecting strewn petals. 

“Keiji.” It was soft. Your tone was completely defenseless as you sobbed into your dirtied palms- 

“I’m here.” 

Your eyes snap open, head jolting up. You relax when you see that you had imagined it, not seeing anyone in front of you as you chuckle humorlessly. 

“I’m going insane.” You whisper-

a jacket with Fukurodani’s colors slipping over your vision. 

You gasp, taking the jacket laid across your head off your face to look up owlishly at a panting Akaashi, stripped off his team jacket as he stood in front of you in just a fitted black shirt. He bends at the knee, tilting his head at you as he finds stability in his voice despite the breathlessness. 

He felt punched in the stomach at the sight of dirt streaking your cheek, a trail of tears flowing from each eye freely as the look of fear on your face melts into one of relief. 

“Are you hurt?” 

“K-Keiji...” You blink, not believing the sight of the beautiful boy bent in front of you. Akaashi clears his throat, wiping some sweat from his brow before cupping your cheek gently, smiling softly when you lean into his touch. Your eyes well up with tears of relief before Akaashi tugs the material back over your eyes.

“You hate people seeing you cry, right?” 

“M-My ankle...” Is all you manage out, and you feel Akaashi assess the damage, frowning when the slightest touch makes you wince. The blue-eyed boy takes his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders instead before facing the opposite direction of you. You blink as he presents his back, glancing back at you with a softness in his eyes you can’t pinpoint. 

“Wrap your arms around my neck.” 

“I’m too heavy...” 

“You aren’t.” 

You shakily comply, feeling Akaashi carefully lift your legs before beginning to trudge a long. The silence was thick with unsaid words as you breathe in his scent, piggybacking on the setter as you struggle to find the right words. 

“Keiji-” 

“I’m sorry.” His voice cracked as your eyes widen, and he pauses for a brief second within the silence. “Y/N, I just wanted...” 

“I know.” You cut him off with a hush, the pain in your ankle dulling to a slight throb. 

“I never meant-” 

“I know.” 

“...wanted to keep you safe-” 

“Keiji?” You cut him off a second time, and Akaashi stills his movements completely as you rest your head on his shoulder, the setter feeling tears wet his shoulder as you smile in the darkness. 

“Thank you for finding me.” You whisper, and Akaashi lets go of your good leg for a second to hastily wipe at his eyes. 

“Are you crying?” Your tone is teasing now, and the dark-haired boy scoffs, beginning to walk again. 

“Look who’s talking.” 

“Hey!” You protest, feeling his grip on your legs tighten ever so slightly. Akaashi glances back at you, and you gasp, pulling back a little on instinct from your place on his back. 

“Y/N.” 

“What?” You question hastily, embarrassed at the proximity as Akaashi’s lips stretch into a slight smirk. 

“If you’re gonna confess, confess to me, not when you think nobody’s listening.” 

Your face turns hot, the pain now unnoticeable as your eyes turn owlish, beginning to stutter excuses. 

12:36

Akaashi turns his head, blue eyes bright in the moonlight as he whispers against your lips. 

“Though I think you can guess my answer.” 

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you’re such a handful, you’re lucky i love you.

pairing. diluc ragnvindr x gn!reader

genre. fluff

synopsis. diluc makes sure you don’t drink too much.

wc. 0.6k

an. this was a hc i made with an irl of mine and now its a whole fic,, n e way ! if you are drinking, please do it safely (be with someone you trust !!) and if you are going out, wear your FUCKING mask :D take care <3

diluc watches you pour another round of drinks with the bard and the cavalry captain. you’re all laughing and joking about on this friday evening and he trusts that those two won’t do anything to you, however, the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed in the last thirty minutes is concerning.

diluc cannot keep his hands to himself. especially when it comes to you.

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steadfast [miya osamu x reader]

pairing: miya osamu x fem reader + miya atsumu x reader x suna rintarou

genre: smut (18+)

warning(s): explicit sexual content, group sex (threesome), cuckolding, dirty talk, swearing, praise, daddy kink, deep throating, squirting, brief mentions of jealousy, and just a lil bit of that competitive spirit ya know?

word count: 4.3k

overview: after years of witnessing suna and atsumu shamelessly flirting with his girlfriend, he decides to give them one chance to change her mind knowing damn well she won’t.

By nature, Osamu is observant. Few things escape his attention, whether it’s trace amounts of ice cream disappearing from his tub in the freezer or the longing look you always give him moments before you press your lips against his in an affectionate kiss. Though he wants to pay full attention to the intense game of Super Smash Bros.a few of his former teammates are playing, he can’t help but let his eyes wander to your form as you shuffle into the kitchen to grab another beer. It’s not for you, but for his twin brother who places a lingering touch against the small of your back upon accepting it.

To the untrained eye, the action would appear as a gesture of appreciation and nothing more. But Osamu understood his brother well enough to know that he’d always had a habit–or intention, rather–of being handsy with you. His dark, stone-colored gaze quickly flicks back to the game on the television, however, when you saunter over to him to lean down and place a gentle kiss against his temple.

“Need anything, babe?” you ask, (e/c) eyes tracing over the handsome features of your boyfriend’s face.

He shakes his head and assures you, “Just ‘cause this is our place, don’t mean ya hafta play hostess, y’know.”

“I know,” is your cheerfully spoken response before you turn your attention to the chaos unfolding on-screen. “Damn, who knew Kita-san was good at video games?”

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‘you look pretty today :)’ you glanced up from the screen in your hands to lock gaze with the pretty fair haired boy sat opposite you on the bed. “thanks, i try.” you muttered light heartedly, gentle warmth ghosting up to the tips of your ears.

inumaki began to type once more as three dots indicating a reply appeared on your own screen. ‘that’s okay, just wanted to tell you’

you smiled at the text in grey under the first once he sent. “you don’t have to tell me that every time you see me you know.” you spoke gently, eyes soft looking upon your boyfriend who had his own phone held in his hand. ‘yeah i know, i just wanna make sure you know though,, texts aren’t the best way to communicate :( ’

before you could reply, the soft tapping sounds of typing were heard once again as inumaki typed out another text. ‘i hope you believe everything i type in these because i do mean it.’ your heart fluttered slightly at this message. while his speaking issue wasn’t ideal, inumaki always made sure to do his best to tell you how much he loved and cherished you, even if he verbally couldn’t affirm you.

“you know,” you spoke softly, slowing crawling over to his side on your bed. making home in his arms, you inhaled the familiar scent of fresh laundry as you rested your head on his shoulder. “you could always show me that you mean these things.”

you had only intended for you comment to be perceived as light hearted with no pressure attached to it, but your boyfriend’s heart jumped ever so slightly at the sudden close contact between the two of you and your suggestive comment certainly didn’t help.

you had a point though, speech was one restriction, but as the common preaching had always been taught “actions speak louder than words” inumaki gently took your hand into his own before looking tenderly into your pretty eyes.

placing your hand gently above his heart, the warm palm of your hand blanketed over the soft, but excited heart rate that indicated the love he held for you. with the sudden pick up in pace you knew this was his way of saying ‘this is how much i love you’ without having to verbally voice it. delicate butterflies fluttered inside of you as inumaki held eye contact only further instigating his silent but meaningful proclamation of love for you.

speech was definitely off the table when it came to telling you how he felt, but inumaki would never let a day go by without telling you how he felt in his own love language tailored specifically for you to understand. your boyfriend loved you and it was the ringing of his heart that told you everyday.

out of breath // akaashi keiji (drabble!)

— “Can we stop running? I think I’m dying.”

↱ PAIRING : Akaashi Keiji x GN!Reader

↱ WORD COUNT : 367

↱ WARNINGS : N/A

↱ TAGS : @kageyamas-writing-milk​ @hihiq​ @astrrnmy​​ @basicallyberry​ @j-brielmalfoy​

↱ ASK : hi 🥰 requesting “can we stop running? i think i’m dying”… not sure if im supposed to specify a character but if so ill go with akaashi!! (i chose this drabble bc it could b so lighthearted or literal so im excited to see what u pick!) — ang

↱ AUTHOR’S NOTE : why not both? JFSDLJSFNG anyways the first drabble’s finally here despite my rough schedule huhu,,, also,,, ang??? like,,, THE ang??? I have truly made it, hope you like it babes!!

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Small pebbles and bits of dirt fly across the ground as thunderous feet run through them. The boys panting and sweating profusely as their feet begrudgingly brought them closer and closer to the top of the hill. 

It was the second day of the training camp in Saitama. Four teams were in attendance and you just so happened to be the manager of arguably the best team present, Fukurodani Academy, who of which were currently running across the hills as a penalty.

You sighed as you watched them run over in the scorching summer heat; hair and shirts damp with sweat.

          “And away they go,” you said to yourself, fetching some towels that would most definitely be needed when they made it back. 

You almost felt bad, you really did until your eyes caught sight of Bokuto doing a cartwheel he just recently learned in his pursuit to the top of the hill. You laughed and sighed.

          “Of course,” you said to yourself once more. 

The boys finally made their way back, their feet barely carrying their bodies over to the safe haven that was the gymnasium, the shade it offered being a godsend. 

          “Thank God,” you heard Konoha gasp out from beside you. “Thank God it’s over.”

He jinxed it.

You sighed one more time as the boys ran up the hill, facing their second penalty later that day. 

Your eyes found your poor boyfriend Akaashi Keiji, breaths heavy and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he ran up and came back down just like yesterday. 

You turned towards your perspiring boyfriend.

          “Can we stop running?” you said to him. “I think I’m dying.”

He raised his eyebrows at you questioningly.

          “You’re dying?” he jabbed back at you, his breaths still coming out in continuous pants.

You meekly walked towards him and placed your hands on each of his flushed cheeks, squeezing his face together will mindlessly stroking it.

          “I’m dying seeing my poor baby have a hard time,” you pouted.

He sighed in defeat, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

          “I see,” he said while you gently wiped away his sweat with a towel. “Then we just have to not lose any more sets.”

He, of course, also jinxed it.

genshin boys react to someone pursuing you 1

pairing fem!reader x diluc, childe, xiao / part 2 here

genre fluff, angst, jealousy

warnings some suggestive lines, possessiveness / yandere personalities, a little aggression, stalking on the pursuer's part, minor swearing

note if you'd like similar hc's for zhongli, kaeya, albedo, or anyone else (refer to my character list) feel free to request!

synopsis an unwanted someone persistently continues their advances on you despite you clearly rejecting them and stating you aren't interested... let's see what the genshin boys end up doing >:)

diluc

always stoic and composed, and almost never lets emotion show on his face. or at least hides it enough so no one (except you) notices

diluc is often busy with work and tonight, he's taking a shift at the tavern- you decide to pay him a visit, after all, it's friday night and you'd probably be spending time with him if he wasn't here

he's pretty occupied while you're there, but he still flashes you that smile that's reserved for you, and only you. and plus, you're sitting at the bar and he's always looking out for you, but he knows he doesn't have to worry too much

that's until his brother walks in. ahem, cavalry captain kaeya

the smoothest talker in town walks straight over to you. he practically ignores his diluc's existence as he flirts, asking if he can buy you a drink or two

he's fine with kaeya's antics and doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of reacting. that's until his brother begins to touch you. tucking your hair behind your ear, gently slapping your hand as he laughs at your jokes, touching your thigh with a compliment slipping from his lips

god, he can't handle seeing another man's hands on your skin

diluc's trying not to look at you and kaeya too often... but then he's pouring a drink for a customer and he lets it overflow-

"uhm, master diluc?" "...shit."

he just really wants to take you home now. he'll have his hands all over you later

inside, diluc feels the anger and resentment boiling inside his stomach, but all he does is shoot kaeya a dirty look, but he's too busy flirting with you to notice

"ah, sweetheart, and i assume you're well acquainted with master diluc?"

sweetheart.

diluc scowls at the cute little pet name kaeya just loves to call you. he feels like slapping his brother across the face, but he knows that won't get him anywhere.

so before you can respond to the question, he interjects.

"being in a relationship, i'd say we're very well acquainted indeed, kaeya."

you can hear the stiff rage seeping through his voice as he glares daggers at the man sitting next to you.

"ah-"

before kaeya can finish his snarky, passive aggressive sentence, diluc's grabbed your wrist and leaned over the bar counter to press a rough, but warm kiss to your lips. he lingers a little longer than he usually would, especially in public, and in front of all these customers at the tavern- before letting his palm slide down the curves of your face as he stares into your eyes. he doesn't even give his brother a second glance.

before you know it, the stool beside you is empty after a forced chuckle, and a sudden blush is spreading across your face.

"d-diluc?"

"yes, dear?"

you still don't know how he manages to keep a straight face.

childe

oh boy, childe is already way too eager to fight. so a guy making advances on you when you've clearly said no? he probably would've murdered him beat him up already if it wasn't for you literally holding him back

shows ALL his emotions on his face and is terrible at hiding it, unlike diluc. he's literally a child, but you just can't resist those endearing blue eyes when he's acting all clingy, you find it adorable

"you sure you don't want me to fight him? c'mon darling, it'll be fun!"

no doubt will get jealous when he sees another guy with his eyes on you. after all, you're his and his only; no one else should be able to touch you or admire you

you immediately regret it when you tell childe about the guy who's been flirting with you every time you visit. you can see the anger flash on his features before an aggressively mischievous glint appears in his eyes

cue slightly yandere childe

he insists to follow you literally everywhere (when he's not running some mission for the tsaritsa), making sure that no creeps land a finger... or their gazes... on you

you're at the store with childe one evening. he's gone to buy a snack for you both while you continue shopping

in a mirror you can see the man who's been constantly pushing you to go on a date with him walk quickly towards you

when childe walks back into the store, he can immediately sense the insistence laced in your words and your annoyance radiating off you

he saunters up behind the guy, placing a firm grip on his shoulder. your boyfriend is taller than most, and he makes people cower underneath his looming stare

his typically cheerful grin turns cold in an instant, it almost scares you too

after he's successfully scared the living hell out of the guy, he acts all jealous and cute, whining and pestering you about why you wouldn't let him fight

"oh? and who might you be?"

childe's eyes narrow in suspicion at the man standing in front of you, who now drops his hand from its initial spot on your shoulder. his blue hues turn icy cold, and without looking at him you can already feel his anger rising up inside.

"don't know how to take no from a lady?"

"i-" the man can't even respond with a single word, let alone a sentence before your boyfriend has pushed him into a corner and pinned the fabric of his shirt against the wall. there's no hesitation in his voice as threats spill from his lips.

childe snakes his free arm around your waist a little more tightly than usual, pulling you close to his chest and then unapologetically pressing a kiss to your lips, watching the figure below him squirm.

"you lay a finger on her, and you're dead."

you know he means it.

xiao

even when you're not physically together, xiao's always watching over you and ready to protect you if you ever need it

you often take commissions during the day only to return home by foot when the sun has already set and it's dark out, and knowing the dangers that may lurk on the path back to wangshu inn, xiao will be on high alert; sometimes even teleporting to a high cliff just so he can see your surroundings and have peace of mind

he notices this particular figure who is almost always trailing not far behind when you're walking home after dusk. at first he brushes it off as a coincidence, he's just too anxious because it's you, but after a week or so he knows this guy can't be just behind you every night by pure chance

one night when you return to wangshu inn, you complain to xiao that you feel like someone's following you but you can't see anyone when you turn around

xiao purses his lips into a slight pout, before repeating those words you always hear him say. "hmm... well if you are ever in danger, call out my name." he hates this feeling of knowing someone else is trying to be close to you, and making you so uncomfortable in the process

but you just smile knowing he will always be there to protect you, regardless

the next night, you feel that same presence once again, and at your call xiao is immediately by your side

he doesn't waste any time, giving the guy an abrupt lecture about how he isn't respecting the ways of the adepti. the guy probably starts worshipping xiao in fear because few mortals actually ever meet the guardian yaksha

you can hear xiao give his usual scoff. "stupid mortal. now leave." he feels like stabbing the guy right through with his spear but he knows he's only meant to kill monsters with his weapon

ah, finally, he has you to himself now

the air around you seems frighteningly still as you pick up your pace. you're waking through dihua marsh, but you can feel a presence behind you. there's the occasional crunching of leaves or the snap of a twig. this feeling is familiar- and not in a good way. you can't actually see anyone or anything near you. maybe it's because it's dark out, or maybe because someone's hiding in the trees.

ugh, maybe i'm just paranoid. there's probably nothing here. i've been hearing these noises every day for a week now, and nothing's happened to me yet.

but you recall xiao's words from the night before, and the way he seemed to be hiding something that he knew when you told him about your fears. though it seems silly, calling him when there's no apparent danger, you decide you'd feel safer with him by your side anyways.

"xiao."

as soon as his name falls from your lips, you feel the intimate whisper of the wind swirl around your form, and he is next to you in an instant. staring into his warm amber eyes, you let this sudden wave of relief and comfort wash over you.

"i'm right here."