Hii Congratulations On 300! For The Event Can I Have 15 With Akaashi Please? The Blue Light One Just

☾ the witching hour

☾ decision: balcony

☾ warnings: f!reader, swearing, sfw shirtlessness

☾ word count: 1.6k

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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 !!

hi!! I really like your works and i enjoy it so much esp you portray diluc’s character so well, May i request frustrated kisses with diluc? I was thinking of a scenario where diluc is holding back his feelings for reader (bc of his darknight duties) and reader cant take it anymore and decides to show how much shes willing to risk it all for diluc?? if you’re still busy with work you dont have to do this! Hope you are well :’)

hi love!💕 thank you so much, it makes me so happy to know you're enjoying my writing, especially for diluc <3 i loved this idea, thank you for submitting it! i hope you're doing well too 🥰🥰💖💖

frustrated kisses with diluc | 2.1k+ words

the cooling night of mondstadt does little to calm your racing heart and the butterflies in your stomach. nothing within these walls could ever calm you down when you find yourself walking side by side with diluc as he escorts you home after a night at the tavern.

you think you’d be used to it by now; used to how both your cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink when you step too close and your arms brush against each other or the way your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest when he smiles and chuckles at a story you’ve told him or even when he lectures you to be more careful on your commissions and is unable to hide the worry in his tone as well as he’d hoped. but even after all this time, you aren’t used to it and you aren’t sure you ever would be.

“you should get inside,” diluc says not a moment after arriving at the front door of your apartment. “it’s unsafe this time of night.”

“right,” you agree, your gaze casting down as your hand comes up to your face to push the hair out of your face. “thank you again for walking me home tonight.. and well most nights.” a small smile falls on your lips at the thought of how often you get to share these moments with diluc, a privilege no one else in all of teyvat gets to receive.

you regret moving the only thing that could hide your blushing cheeks when your eyes return to his handsome features and you see ruby orbs looking softly but intently at your lips and you can’t help when your eyes drop to his in return. what would they feel like when he finally kissed you instead of holding you at arms length? you’re sure they’re more intoxicating than the grapes he turns into the finest wine. were you going to find out tonight just how sweet they actually were?

he turns his entire face away from yours, his gloves hand coming up to hide more of his face than his plentiful hair already does when he sees you’ve caught on to what he’s been longing to touch for so long. he clears his throat before looking back at you, pink still lightly dusting his face. “please, think nothing of it. if it’s within my power i’ll ensure you get home safely,” he finds himself saying this a lot, especially with how often he does escort you home and you thank him as sweetly as you do. they’re words you’ve heard before and will never tire of hearing. “ah well - g-goodnight y/n.”

you say your own goodnight before he leaves much too quickly for your liking, before either of you can get the courage to get closer to the other and you’re stuck standing inside the doorway to your apartment, your heart fluttering and your mind racing. dilucs half hearted rejections were nothing new and you don’t let it bother you, your patience for him was unyielding. like the blooming of the spring's first flower or the butterflies that find their way into the grapevines of the dawn winery, in order to let wonderful things blosum and show you their true beauty, you must give them time. but like some flowers need a little extra time, a little more sunshine before they fully flourish.

you’ve thought about it for a while now, how much longer it would take diluc to stop pushing aside his feelings. you weren’t even sure at first if that’s what he was doing or if he simply wasn’t interested but as time went on and you two drew closer to each other it became obvious that he cared for you in a special way and that he was also pushing you away because of it. as he started to let you in, little by little, you began to understand why he did but as time continued and you stayed by his side you saw him soften, saw how his walls began to break down around you and you wonder now if the little bit of the wall that remained was up to you to move so you could finally make it to him.

worry of overstepping almost stops you in your tracks when you drop your bag inside your apartment and shut the door loudly you as you chase after him but your heart screams so much louder and all you want is to see him, tell him that you care for him so much it almost hurts and that when he’s ready, you are too. he couldn’t have gotten too far, it hasn’t even been 10 minutes since he left you at your door and disappeared into the night.

if it weren’t for his bright hair you may have missed him standing in an alleyway not far from your place. stopping in your tracks and turning on your heels you hurry towards him, calling his name just as he lunges forwards towards an enemy you hadn’t noticed before. you hadn’t even seen the claymore in his hand until now.

as the abyss mage disappears after being defeated, diluc quickly turns towards you, his eyes burning with a quiet fire that you’ve only seen a few times before.

“what are you doing out here?!” the words come out harsher than he intended and it almost has you faltering. he notices the hurt in your eyes and his tone immediately lowers as he comes closer to you. “i escorted you home so you would be safe for the rest of the night.”

“what are you doing?” you stand still in front of him, shocked and trying to process the sight before you. you’ve heard rumors about the hero keeping mond safe under the darkness of the night but you hadn’t imagined till now that they were true. as you come down from your shocked state, it all begins to make sense. of course the dark knight hero would be the ever protective diluc, his love for mondstadt and it’s people simply didn’t go away when he left the knights. it only makes you fall for him more. you meet his burning gaze and can’t stop the words before they leave your lips, “is this why you have been pushing me away?

“it’s for your own good,” he states and crosses his arms. “now,” he’s trying to make a point, what you just saw is not up for discussion at the moment, not until you're safely inside. “let's get you back home, shall we?”

“for my own good?” you sound upset and you absolutely are. it makes his heart ache. you weren’t supposed to find out this way, aren’t supposed to be out in the night where it’s dangerous.. where you could get hurt. he’s been trying so hard to keep you from getting hurt, even if it meant pushing away how badly he wanted you no matter how much he found himself drawn to you. under the cover over the moon he hopes you can’t see the way his whole face turns as red as the hair utop his head when you step closer to him and reach for his hand. the feeling of your gentle touch relaxes and yet worries him. “diluc what’s for my own good is up for me to decide.”

he sighs, his hand squeezing yours when his eyes meet yours. he’s not sure if it’s meant to comfort you or him or if his touch is only going to make things worse. “as i’ve said, if it is within my power to protect you i would. it’s not safe so i’ll escort you back home.”

but you don’t budge and neither does he.

“what about you?” you can feel the heat coming from him, it soothes the unease that was bubbling in your stomach that you may have ruined all the trust you’ve built with him till now, gives you the little push you need to finish what you came out here for in the first place because you never wanted to forget this warmth. “are you going to get home safe?”

“you don’t need to concern yourself with that,” his gaze is serious, almost too intense for comfort but you still don’t pull away and he doesn’t push you away. “it is up to me to deal with the darkness.. to keep it far away from you.”

for the first time since you’ve touched his hand, he pulls away and with it goes his gaze. the place where your hand lay on his fingers and palm tingle and he misses your gentle touch immediately but he had to move away. he worries your touch will cause him to waiver even more than it already has, cause him to push aside the worry in his chest that the darkness he brings with him will consume you, all so he can bathe in your light, breath you in and feel the softness of your touch against his rough, scarred skin. it simply wasn’t worth it. he can’t- he won’t let the darkness touch you and he’s convinced himself the only way of doing that is by not letting himself get close, keeping you at arms distance while under the night he protects you so the darkness can’t even cast a shadow on your beautiful face. “let’s go,” he repeats.

you take a step closer, so close your chests are almost touching and you don’t miss how his eyes look straight towards your lips before his gentle, yet sturdy grip wraps around your arms, keeping you only inches away from his own lips.

“y/n.. don’t..”

“why?”

“you know why..”

“i heard what you said but your actions betray your words diluc..”

“they don’t.” trust him, betraying his words would mean he would have kissed you long ago and even now when he’s finding it nearly impossible to pull away from you. he knows he has to but archons he doesn’t want to.

“darkness is everywhere but it doesn’t scare me because where there is darkness there is light and you watching over me.. if it’s for you, only you, i’m willing to risk it.”

“you may be,” the words come out in almost a whisper, “but i am not. i won't let you risk your safety and you shouldn’t be so willing to either. it isn’t worth it-”

“not worth it?” you’re finding it harder to hide the frustration in your tone and the tears pricking at your eyes. didn’t he see how much you cared for him and that even if you weren’t together you’d care enough to continue to be by his side? didn’t he know that he didn’t have to face the darkness alone? tears fall without your permission but you don’t let that stop you. grabbing onto the collar on his coat for support, you stand on your toes and lean up, ready to risk it all. “you are worth it to me.”

your words and your lips heat his skin more than his vision ever could, makes all of teyvat stop moving around you; only the sound of the wind proves that the world around you in fact still moves. your lips are so much sweeter, softer than he imagined and your fingers cupping his face feel chilly against his burning cheeks and he welcomes it happily. his hands hover above you, hesitating for a moment before one wraps around your middle, the other tangling into your locks and pulling you closer to him until your feet barely touch the ground. all your worries and frustrations leave with the wind as your lips meet over and over again.

you only pull away when you have to breathe but you don’t go far, not that you could even if you wanted to, and you don’t, with the way his arms hold you close. his warm breath fans over the skin on your cheeks and he can feel yours on his neck as he gently lowers you back down to the ground, placing his forehead on yours when your feet are steady underneath you. your hands find their way from his soft face to his jacket to extra support. it’s a good thing he keeps his arms around you, you aren’t sure you could stay upright with how weak your knees are.

“i’m sorry..” you whisper. you know you’re overstepped, possibly ruined your relationship but your body can’t stop now, moving on it’s own you rest your head against his chest. it’s comforting to know his heart is beating just as wildly as yours.

his arms pull you tight against him, his head rests on yours and you love the way his chest vibrates against you as he speaks, “you have no reason to be,” the sweet sound of his words that come out breathlessly are enough to convince you that you haven’t ruined a thing and just in case it wasn't, he leans done to kiss you once more.

EARLY BIRD | a.k.

pairing :: akaashi keiji x fem!reader 

synopsis :: after his washing machine calls it quits, akaashi has no choice but to spend an unusual amount of time at your family’s laundromat. somehow he gets caught up in your mess of a life and decides that it’s exactly where he wants to be.

word count :: 9.0k

genre :: strangers to friends to lovers, college!au, laundromat!au, one sided pining but mutual feelings, little bit of hurt/comfort, little bit of angst, ends in fluff

warnings :: swearing, alcohol use (they’re of age), mild partying, implications of a toxic relationship, like one sex joke lol

notes :: happy valentine’s day!! thank u cas ( @aitarose​ ) for the banner its sexc as hell and ur def getting xc for that <33 and if you think its unrealistic how much time akaashi spends doing laundry in this fic, trust me it isn’t. bitches do be living like this (im bitches). 

This morning, Akaashi Keiji’s washing machine broke. At its bare bones, it was an inconvenience—but to him it seemed to be a stressor that would take a few years off his life, at least. He’d forever blame Bokuto for leaving a pile of coins in his pocket, which caused the initial jam in the drain—and left the machine a rattling mess beyond serviceability. 

Imagine, him sitting in the kitchen of their communal home, nursing a coffee made from the press he bought himself for his last birthday, only to be met with the screams and shouts of a tortured metal cage. It made him cringe to think about how much money they’d all have to pitch in to replace it.

However, that was an issue he’d tackle at a later date—right now, Akaashi was more focused on getting his mountain of laundry clean so that he wouldn’t have to wear his sweats from high school to his next lecture. With a mesh bag strapped into his passenger seat, he used his phone to locate the closest laundromat—and lo and behold, he found you. 

The flickering fluorescents of the namesake sign above the door told him all he needed to know about the establishment in which your family owned, it was small and a little run down—but functional and efficient nonetheless. The skid of his shoes could be heard on the checker tile, as he sauntered in—a little disheveled and a whole lot of pissed off. 

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Would you write a Hiei from YYH request where the human reader agrees to be bait for a mission while Hiei is away and he comes back and finds out? You can decide what stage they’re at (like still crushing, in between or together, etc)

ooh, i loved this prompt! i hope you enjoy what i did with it!

run to you (hiei x gender neutral!reader, yu yu hakusho)

You’d only wanted to help.

Naive, Hiei would have called you. Foolish.

He’d be right, you think with a grimace, clamping your lower lip between your teeth to prevent another whimper from escaping. Botan squeezes your hand, her brows furrowed in concern, and Kurama shoots you a sympathetic glance but continues tending to your wound. The scent of the salve he’d fashioned from one of his plants blends with the cloying musk of your blood.

You feel sick.

“It’s deep,” Kurama murmurs, spirit energy seeping from his fingers into your wound. Over his shoulder, you can see Yusuke pacing, his hands trembling before curling into fists at his sides. “I can facilitate the healing process, but it will take time.”

You grit your teeth. Already the agony of the demon’s claws has begun to fade, though that doesn’t stop the tears from wetting your cheeks or the pained grimaces that twist your lips.

Struggling to focus on anything but the sensation of your flesh knitting back together under Kurama’s ministrations, you manage to catch Yusuke’s gaze, and though the spirit detective jerks to a stop as soon as he notices your stare, he’s quick to avert his eyes.

You want to tell him it’s alright, that he isn’t at fault for what happened to you. You had volunteered to bait the demon out into the open - it had already attacked three humans and nearly killed another, and you’d wanted to contribute to its capture. You’d known the risks.

“Focus on yourself for now,” Kurama chides you gently, no doubt guessing the direction of your thoughts by the helpless expression you’d been casting at the spirit detective. “We could all benefit from a little guilt. We should not have allowed - ” His words trail off suddenly, jade eyes darting toward where the spirit detective has resumed his pacing. “Yusuke - !”

But it’s too late.

Hiei’s fist connects with Yusuke’s jaw with a resounding crack, the spirit detective hitting the ground with enough force to shatter concrete. At the sight of the fire apparition you struggle to pick yourself up, but you’re stayed by the gentle press of Kurama’s hand and the firmness of his voice.

“That’s enough, Hiei.”

Even though it’s not directed at you, Hiei’s glare sears you to the bone. “This was his idea, was it not?”

“This isn’t the time, Hiei,” Botan interjects, lips downturned in disapproval.

Hiei’s curled fists spit flames. “Isn’t the time - !”

“Hiei.” Your voice is a reedy gasp, but it might as well be a shout for how quickly it captures Hiei’s attention. His teeth clench, his eyes darting from your face to the wound at your throat and back again.

“Tch.” The flames licking at his wrists disperse, though his thunderous expression doesn’t waver. Rather than ready another strike for Yusuke, however, he approaches you.

“Will it heal?” he asks Kurama, his voice deepened with the vestiges of anger you know he still feels, though his eyes never stray from yours.

Kurama sighs, his hand easing away from your throat with a last burst of spirit energy. “With rest,” he confirms.

“Then rest you shall receive,” Botan decrees, her voice injected with as much of her usual cheer as she can muster in this situation. “Come now, we’ll help you home - “

“We’ve had enough of your help.” Hiei’s voice is little more than a growl, and though Botan acts unaffected, her smile twitches at the edges.

Without another word, Hiei bends and scoops you into his arms. You can do little but mouth a silent thank you to Kurama and Botan over the fire apparition’s shoulder as he carries you away. Yusuke stares after you with a fixed expression, the side of his face scuffed and a little charred from Hiei’s punch, and you give him a smile you hope is assuring.

The trek home is a quiet one. Hiei’s pace is steady, though lacking the speed you know he’s capable of. His anger fails to trump his concern for you, it seems, and a small, tired smile curls your lips despite the disaster the night had become.

“Wasn’t Yusuke’s fault,” you croak, wincing at the strain on your throat but knowing you need to explain.

Hiei scoffs but says nothing. His body runs hot against yours, heat seeping through his clothes and into your skin, and though it’s a welcome contrast to the cold, hard ground and the tacky wetness of your blood spilling out beneath you, knowing it’s attributed to his anger urges you to continue.

“I volunteered,” you tell him, curling your fingers in his shirt. You wish he would look at you, rather than pinning his gaze on the horizon.

“Then you’re a fool.” The words should sting, but the ire behind them falls flat in the wake of Hiei’s grip firming around you, pulling you closer against his chest.

He’s angry, yes, but it’s more than anger that had wreathed his fists in flames.

“How did you find me?” You already know the answer, but the confirmation feels like a fitting punishment somehow.

“Your blood.” Your heart climbs into your throat. Even without the benefit of a demon’s enhanced senses, the scent of your own blood had overwhelmed you. Even now, it clings to your nose, your collar soaked with remnants from the wound the demon had inflicted on you.

And there had been so much of it.

Your next exhale is a wet one. “Sorry,” you rasp, pushing your cheek against the curve of his shoulder. You try to imagine it - Hiei’s blood guiding you to him, only to find him wounded and in pain in a pool of red - and you shudder.

Hiei slows to a stop; this close, you can feel more than hear the small breath he releases. “You put yourself at risk,” he tells you, and finally his dark eyes seek out yours, catching your gaze and holding it. “Do not do it again.”

It’s an order and a plea all at once, insomuch as you’ve ever heard Hiei plead for anything. You wet your lips, and though your throat aches with the effort of it, the words come easy.

“I won’t.”

the disasters of a cheek kiss.

scaramouche stares at your hands in his and thinks about how pretty they look together; how they fit. he’s definitely not listening to a single word you’re saying.

PAIRING. scaramouche / gn! reader GENRE. romance-comedy, fluff WORD COUNT. 2,000 WARNINGS. light swearing, some slightly inappropriate innuendos (for comedic purposes), mentions of kissing

NOTE. i love evil scara but sometimes i just need silly disaster romcom lead scara in my life yk?

Scaramouche thinks you’re funny. So funny. Hilarious, even. He would be laughing in his loudest, most unflattering laugh if he isn’t so flustered about this whole ordeal. He would be throwing his head so far back you’d think he’d be bending just to get his fits thrown out of his system, but no. He does not do any of that. Not even a single chuckle, nope. This is neither the time, nor place for that.

So, Scaramouche instead grabs your wrist. He pulls you away from the crowd until the conversations in the room turn into muffled voices of polite greetings and business-like discussions. Quite honestly, that is already one major part of the hilarity of it all: why was he even here in the first place? By the Raiden Shogun, this diplomatic party (is this even a party? Whatever the hell.) bores Scaramouche that it drives him towards the edge of something terrible. What do you call it? Insanity?

Yes, Scaramouche is going insane.

He thinks it would be celestially better if he had stayed at home—plotting his next evil schemes, perhaps. Or sleeping, because even the evil sleeps. Or eating, because the food in this damned city isn’t just to his liking. Or maybe cuddling you. Or–

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ʃ♡ƪ Loving series ʃ♡ƪ

Loving Inumaki

ʃ♡ƪ Falling in love with Inumaki was an experience on its on, it was different. A good type of different. Smiles were rare, saved only for the privacy of his dorm or for perilous missions to sooth your nerves. Instead of romantic mementos your pockets held travel-sized cure throat and pain killers which oddly enough warmed your heart.

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just a bite.

modern!au vampire!scaramouche x reader

summary: being roommates with a vampire who craves you carnally just as much as he does for sustenance? awk.

word count: 4.6k 

tw/cw: 18+ only, afab reader, drinking, unintentional roommates with a vampire (he kind of just invites himself in. and never leaves), mutual masturbation, sex in exchange for blood, frottage, rutting, bodily fluids, bloodplay, blood drinking, scaramouche isn’t really so much bitter, angry scaramouche or calmer wanderer but more a blend of both? (he’s really just a stray cat who latches onto you), lots of banter, brief reference to suicidal behavior (scaramouche)

–author’s note: happy late bday scaramouche <3

“You’re leaving?” 

While two months ago, you wouldn’t think twice about stepping out to grab drinks with a friend, now things are different. Two months ago, after all, you did not have a half-starved vampire passed out on your doorstep, after trying to deny himself of his one source of sustenance.

Two months ago, after all, you didn’t invite said vampire into your apartment unknowingly, only to find yourself pinned to your doormat, his crazed, crimson-tinged gaze focused intently on your neck. 

Two months ago, after all, you did not have said vampire now lingering in your house as an unofficial guest after said unsuccessful attempt to drain you dry. 

(“You were the only one stupid enough to let me in,” he said drily, kicking his feet up onto your coffee table the day after, when you had awoken after his frenzy. Surprised you’re still alive, he’d said nonchalantly. As if he was not a stranger in your house. As if he hadn’t tried to suck the life out of you like some kind of vertically-challenged tick. He ignored your attempts to swat his feet off, instead crossing his arms and tossing his head to the side. 

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Once This is Over • 「A. Keiji」

Summary: After what felt like ages of not being able to hold you, Akaashi can finally wake up next you again.

A/N: I’ve been suffering from some serious writers block with the request for some reason^^ so i decided to try writing something !! the requests are happening,,, eventually lolol

Word Count: 1617

You don’t really remember what happened last night, you’d stayed up working on a paper in hopes of greeting your boyfriend when he came home and yet, somehow, woke up neatly tucked in your bed with your boyfriend, Akaashi, cuddling you like you were a plushie with no recollection of ever seeing him yesterday.

His arm is thrown over your waist, toned muscles laying heavy against you (Keiji never quite stopped working out even after volleyball) as you tried maneuvering towards your phone to check the time - depending on the time you’d have to leave early for class.

“Mmhk,” you hear a groan from behind you, “Stop moving, too early.”

You let out a small laugh at his words but ignore them anyway, opting to reach your arms out again and finally grabbing your phone.

“I said,” he tries to swat your hand away from the phone to no avail, “T’ stop moving.”

“Keiji,” you groan, “Stop being a baby.”

Instead of answering your boyfriend just huffs air into your neck in annoyance causing you to jump at the contact, you slap tap his arm in annoyance before turning on your phone.

“S’ too bright.” He complained, burying his head into your neck.

“Your eyes are closed, Akaashi.” You roll your eyes, he could be such a baby early in the mornings, “Ah, it’s seven, still got some time then.”

“Please,” he slurs his words, “just shh, ‘M sleepy.”

“Oh, really?” You laugh, leaving your phone on the edge of the bedside table you sink back into his arms - earning a happy groan from the editor.

As you two lay in bed for a while, your eyes start to feel heavy with sleep - you laid beside the man you loved under warm blankets, shielded away from the cold air in your room in his arms, the sun leaked from the curtains as the streets began filling with sounds.

You hear him yawn, his eyelashes tickle your back as he blinks and you giggle at the sensation until you feel cold feet resting against your legs.

“You’re warm,” he comments, his voice clearer than before, “Stop struggling, come on.”

“Stop pressing your cold feet against me, Akaashi!” You scold him, you wiggle in his arms a bit more before giving up, he simply wasn’t giving up.

“No good morning?” He teases, you feel his feet press harder against you and you shiver.

“You’ll get a good morning when waking up next to you actually goes well.” You laugh incredulously, you didn’t worry about him taking what you’d said wrong - even if your words were harsh you knew he wouldn’t take them to heart.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Neither of you says anything for a while, you rub your eyes and sigh, you hear another yawn tearing through Akaashi’s throat. You two decide to just bask in the silence - as much silence as there can be in a street like yours for a little while longer. Your classes on Sunday started at a quarter till eight and lasted until twelve, and his shift started at eight and lasted till ten, so this was pretty much the only time you two had together this week and next.

“Thank you,” you whisper, you take his arms and wrap it around your head - taking his hand and playing with his fingers you continue, “for, uh, carrying me to bed.”

“Oh? It’s nothing.” Keiji sits up but doesn’t take his arm away from you, he reaches for a remote before turning on the small TV in your shared room.

“It’s not nothing, though,” you mumble, eyes fixed on the small screen as he flickered through the channels, “it was, well- it was nice but I wanted to surprise you.”

He doesn’t say anything and you look up to his sitting form, he sat there with a blue shirt and oversized pajama pants that didn’t match - his hair was a mess, his eyes were squinted as he tried figuring out what he was watching since he didn’t like putting his glasses on in the morning - he looked like a mess, not like the perfect everyday Akaash Keiji you saw out in the streets and yet, seeing him like this, relaxed and calm with you, you think it’s the best he’s ever looked. Especially with the soft smile that had his cheeks lifting up and taking a red tone.

“Seeing you passed out on the desk was a surprise, trust me,” he laughs, “it was like seeing Bokuto in high school studying for maths again.”

“Hey,” You elbow him, “are you friendzoning me?”

“Maybe,” he teases, his eyebrows raise as he looks down at you, “for all you know me and Bokuto have a secret house in Korea and are planning on leaving this week, he’ll quit volleyball and I’ll become a professional voice actor.”

“Do I get paid for keeping it a secret from the media that you escaped and Kotaru fled the country?”

“No but you get the house and the dog.”

You let out a loud laugh at his serious expression causing Keiji to break character and smile at you.

“Whew, anyway as much as I’d love to stay and hear about your plans to abandon me and our dog for your best friend,” you try peeling his arm off but he didn’t budge at all, his smile only growing larger the more you struggled, “I’ve got classes.”

“It’s Saturday,” he rolls his eyes at, “your classes are tomorrow.”

“It’s not- it’s not Saturday,” you furrow your eyebrows, “it’s Sunday.”

Emerald green eyes catch yours, the soft morning sun reflecting on the green sea in his eyes, and you would’ve drowned in them if he hadn’t been looking at you like you were crazy. In response, you reach out for your phone once more - letting his arm fall from your embrace, Keiji sits himself up once more and leans over to watch over you - you unlock your phone and sure enough; Saturday, seven thirty something.

“Huh… I could’ve sworn it was Sunday.” You mumble, you remember checking your phone last night and seeing it was Saturday.

“Maybe you got the days mixed up.” He suggests.

“Yeah, maybe.” You let your phone fall down besides your pillow before turning around and snuggling up to Akaashi, gripping his shirt tight as you hugged him.

He laughs a bit at your actions, it’d been some time since you two had been able to lay besides in bed together while, well, awake - normally you had classes and he had work in the morning, only arriving late into the night.

“How was work yesterday?” You ask once he’s settled on the sports channel (they were airing a MSBY match from yesterday Akaashi had missed).

“Not great,” he sighs, his free hand comes to mess with his hair before falling into his lap, “the new intern, Haruto, accidentally got half of the files on his computer deleted. Basically half of his work, gone, just like that- I had to spend the whole day talking with tech to see if we could get back the scans or- or something, turns out Haruto can’t organize his files but man is he good at deleting them.”

You laugh at his rant, he’d talk about Haruto often, an intern he’d been assigned who had a knack for getting into trouble and dragging your boyfriend along with him.

“I’m hoping yours was better.” He raises his eyebrows and looks down at you.

“Oh, definitely. I managed to finish the first few assignments, only got this one,” you gesture towards your desk, “and a project before I’m done. Should be easy from here on, I think.”

As you go on about your assignments, Keiji lays his head on yours - his cheeks pressed against your hair as you ramble about your stupid partner who you found out had been ditching class - as he listened to you talk. He could feel his breath even out and his heart calm down into a steady, relaxing rate. It wasn’t often that you two could be together like this and he planned on enjoying this as much as he could.

As much as the black haired man wanted to complain about not being able to be with you more often, how it’d put a strain in your relationship, he found himself appreciating you more and more; now that you weren’t there often he realized how important you were to

him. He knew this schedule wasn’t forever, and lord was he thankful - he didn’t think he’d be able to live forever seeing so little of you -, he was getting a promotion later this year and you’re graduating from your final year at the same time, he couldn’t wait for your schedules to be coordinated but for now he liked the way this was going. This last few months had made him appreciate being able to do the mundane things with you, like waking up early in the morning only to stay in bed to be with each other, leaving notes on the door and bedside tables for the other, cooking food and enjoying the others cooking even when they weren’t there to eat with you. He realized how much you lightened up his life, because it was days like these where his heart felt the lightest and happiest, so he’d treasure them and the feelings they brought.

He knew that mornings like this were only in passing and that one day you’d look back at them and wonder how you did it. Because once these days go by and are lost to time, he’ll make sure there will be no need to treasure these rare moments - he’ll make them daily.

omg 🥺 this broke my heart

square ; akaashi keiji

warnings implied cheating

genre angst, fwbs

word count 0.6k

inspiration square, mitski + wonder what she thinks of me, chole x halle

synopsis you never were going to be able to fit in the structure of akaashi’s life, no matter how much he wanted you to

author’s note this certainly hurt 😁 but this is an old draft ‘cause i’m still in a slump :/

You heaved out a sigh as Akaashi rolled off of you. Immediately he covered you up with newly pressed sheets. Your head lying on his matching pillowcase. Together, you stared at his plain ceiling, like always. There was no creases, no dents, no marks.

Nothing.

Akaashi was the first to shift around, opting to having his back face you as he checked his phone. Like always. You spared him a quick glance before following suit. Nearly wincing when you were met with a nicely framed picture of him and her.

The one this side of the bed rightfully belonged to.

Swallowing your guilt, you let your eyes drift. Akaashi’s room was clean, like always. His wall art were even, his desk area was neat, his closer was even neater. Everything was orderly. Everything had a place. Then there was you,

It wasn’t like it was your first time picking up on this. You made note of this the first time you stumbled into Akaashi’s room. Messily making out with him amongst his spotless room. Even with your head in the clouds you knew then that you didn’t fit.

How could you when the spot you wanted was already taken? There’s never really any room for someone who’s usually just a late night call. No room for someone who’s just supposed to fill a space temporarily.

But for some reason Akaashi kept you around. Maybe it was because you both were— and still are good friends. He tried to make space for you. Yet, in the end you knew it would never work.

“Hey,” almost on cue, Akaashi called out for you. You didn’t look at him, bringing your attention back to the nightstand that belonged to her.

“Are you alright?” The bed shook slightly when Akaashi turned on his other side. You nodded. She was so pretty, and so sweet. So talented, so smart, so… perfect. Why would Akaashi want to sacrifice this perfect fit in his life to have something with you?

He sighed, the air meeting your back. Following was the pressing of his chest as he reached over you to lay down the frame. You frowned.

“Don’t worry ‘bout her, ‘kay?” Akaashi draped his arm over you, his lips meeting your neck.

You gulped. You couldn’t take this anymore, you couldn’t take being a burden. The words hurt you more to say than Akaashi to hear, “We can’t do this anymore. I, can’t do this anymore…”

You could feel air get caught in Akaashi’s throat. “What do you mean?” He knew what you meant, obviously.

His arm fell from your body as you sat up. “I don’t fit here, Akaashi. I should just go.” Your eyes started searching for you clothes that were thrown and scattered across his flawless carpet. No spots, no trash, nothing.

Akaashi sat up with you, a look of confusion twisted on his face. “What does that even mean, ___?”

You bit your tongue and proceeded to climb out of his bed. Taking your clothes into your hands and shuffling them on.

“___, I want you to stay.” Painfully, those words made your heart skip a beat. Of course, you had to fall for Akaashi and his routine. Even if it didn’t make anything special of you.

You inhaled deeply, slipping into your shoes. “Just— keep things strong with her, okay? You guys are meant to be. You’re a really good guy, sorry for causing so much trouble.” The last sentence was muttered while you made your way to Akaashi’s bedroom door.

You heard him shuffle on his own clothes, exclaiming a wait at you. But you were already out the door.

Silently, you said goodbye to Akaashi and his perfectly square room. Where there was no longer any confusion, any intrusion, and no you.