Let Us Love Each Other Until The End.

twist of fate || oikawa t.

pairing: oikawa tooru x kageyama!reader summary: oikawa thinks the person he just met at the coffee shop is karasuno’s manager, and he also thinks they’re really cute. that must be the reason why they looks so familiar. word count: ~3.5k genre: fluff!

reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3

“it’s you!”

the sound of an unfamiliar voice breaks your concentration and you find yourself looking up to meet a pair of warm, brown eyes. you stare at the unfamiliar boy standing in front of you, tilting your head to the side as you reply.

“um, excuse me?”

“it’s you!” the stranger repeats, his eyes sparkling as they drag over the lettering on your jacket. 

“do i know you?” you ask quietly, placing your pen down before turning to fully face the boy.

“you might have heard of me,” the boy replies, an admittedly swoon-worthy smile making its way onto his face. “i’m oikawa tooru, captain of the aoba johsai volleyball team.”

“okay?” you say, fidgeting in your seat. that single word causes oikawa’s smile to falter as he notices the disinterest that clouds your eyes. silently, he slides into the seat across from you, placing his elbow on the table and resting his cheek upon his palm as he stares at you. that breathtaking smile is still visible on his face.

“you must have heard of me,” oikawa says, wincing internally when he realizes how prideful that statement sounds. he shakes off his nerves, knowing that although the statement sounds cocky, it’s true. he has been labelled as one of the top volleyball players to watch out for and seeing as how you seem to be involved in the world of high school volleyball, you should know who he is.

“sorry,” you reply, ducking your head as you pick your pen back up. “i’m not really into volleyball.”

“but you’re karasuno’s manager!” oikawa exclaims, his mind going a mile a minute. surely if you’re the team’s manager you must know some of the news about karasuno’s competitors. he feels himself flush when you glance up at him, a cute confused expression on your face.

“manager?” you ask, taking a second to admire oikawa before returning your attention to your work. “what makes you say that?”

“well, you’re wearing a karasuno volleyball jacket,” oikawa retorts, his eyes dropping down to the garment in question briefly before they focus on your face. “and everyone knows that karasuno has the prettiest manager there is so it must be you.”

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Holy fuck this is so pretty 🥺

awkward - a. keiji

(a/n): small self indulgent drabble, lowkey wish my first kiss was like this instead wtf i got

warnings: none

loosely based on awkward by tyler the creator

during your afternoon class when the sunlight would drift through the windows onto akaashi’s face, you couldn’t help but be enamored by his beauty.

his long lashes, slightly messy hair, and soft lips would be something you looked forward to during your morning class. and when the afternoon would finally come, you would be enamored all over again. and sometimes he would spare you a glance while you quickly looked away.

so when he finally asked you out, of course you obliged.

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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.

did you think i wouldn't notice?

prompt: coming to school while sick + "i like you, like, like you."

STARRING. cyno ♡ gn!reader | COLLEGE AU |

warnings: house-husband cyno (metaphorically), lovesick cyno, not proofread, written at 2am on a school night, written before cyno's release

cyno never took you one for a fool; at least, not that much of a fool.

you have always had a knack for proving him wrong, though, because archon, who do you think you are? who are you to make him—cyno, number one apathetic-scary-man among many—worry?

well, clearly, you have a very high impression of yourself.

it all started when you didn't show up to your usual meeting spot on campus—cyno noticed, of course he did, it's you, after all. he noticed the way you didn't respond to his texts, followed by your absence and lack of notice.

it's fine, he thought, strolling to class. one hand carries a bottle of water—for him—while the other carries an uncharacteristically flavorful drink that cyno would never buy.

but he did. he did it because it's your favorite; he did it because he knows you love this particular brand, because you just love.

cyno supposes he'll just save this for when he sees you next.

to no one's surprise, he doesn't. during lunch, once again, you're gone. now, cyno is one to embrace the solitude—dare he say, he likes it. alone, the boy is able to clear his mind and fully organize his thoughts.

he likes the silence, but not as much as he likes you.

still, no reply, cyno muses, checking his phone. he's about to give in and call you, but—as stated before—you always have a way of proving him wrong.

because archons, why did you think it was okay to pass by your "usual meeting spot?" to cyno, you are the sun and he, the earth. to cyno, his entire being, his life, revolves around your warmth and comfort—with you, he flourishes in the pits of the abyss, the endless void of nothingness.

to cyno, you are as conspicuous as red laid against green or green laid against red. you are complementary among a thousand, a color so vibrant, you light up that abyss of his, that vacuum of space.

(and when he sees you, he becomes a part of that vacuum, that void; he becomes color.)

there you are. cyno stands up immediately, following you into the crowds of lunch hour. oh, there you go again—tugging him along the strings of life for he is at your disposal, your call. cyno is yours, dammit. he is yours, all yours.

you do not have to be his, though. cyno doesn't want you to be "his," because you are nobody's. what a contradiction—what a fool he has become, because who in the right mind gives themselves up for nothing in return?

cyno does. certified "don't-mess-with-me" boy has also become a lovesick fool in the face of "you."

archons, how he's ashamed to admit that... not out loud, though, celestia, never out loud.

he admits his adoration in a subtler, calmer way. cyno portrays love through widened eyes at your staggering steps, quiet curses under his breath as he quickens his pace to catch up to you.

you're sick, he deduces simply by your gait.

oh, why are you sick? what stress must your body be under? why is it you that has to suffer?

cyno's rationality flies out the window as the sun swallows him whole. he basks in the warmth that flutters through his chest, calming his stomach. oh, why you? it should never be you, the one who suffers.

"and who are you hiding from?" cyno asks, catching up to you. his breath fans your earlobe and you nearly flinch, eyes widened as you turn towards him.

a regret on your half, maybe—because the way cyno stares at you, gaze piercing your soul... it may have been a better idea to stay home, yeah?

"oh, cyno!" you wince at the sound of your own voice, tone sounding a little... dead. "what brings you here?"

cyno merely blinks, and a cough you've been trying to suppress ends up making itself known as the boy's disappointed expression wounds you fatally.

without another word, cyno's palm comes up to your forehead. lips forming a thin line at the contact, his hand leaves your face and interlaces with your fingers. tugging you back to your dorm, your complaints merely fall on deaf ears.

"wait, i have a class!"

"skip it," cyno replies monotonously, not even batting an eye. you nearly choke, because is that really cyno? straight-a student, (sort of) teacher's pet—he prefers to be called an assistant—and infamous among his department as the one person you should never ask stupid questions to... and he told you to skip?!

"close your mouth," cyno says. "a fly will come in."

"you can't even see me," you retort.

then, cyno pauses. he stops walking, craning his head over his shoulder as he merely offers you a gentle—almost uncharacteristic—smile.

"i don't need to."

it's uncharacteristic, actually. if anyone were to see that tender expression on his face, they'd start running for the hills because no way cyno is capable of looking like that.

no way cyno's usually-steeled eyes can melt, no way cyno is capable of revealing a smile so lovely, so kind, in the face of a burden (you being sick.)

but ah, yes way. yes way, cyno can gaze at you like you've stolen the world he once was. yes way, cyno can follow you like you're the lover he's sworn to keep in his past life, and the life before that, and the life before that...

cyno pulls out the copy of your dorm key, unlocking it in your stead. during the trek back to your home, your steps gradually became more and more erratic, thus heightening his worry.

why would you try and learn like this? cyno thinks with a sigh, ushering you inside. his movements are adept, as if he's done this a thousand times—and you know what? maybe he has. maybe in those past lives of his, he has nursed you, he has loved you all the same.

"don't move," he commands, tucking you into bed. "i'll make you some porridge."

hm, you think groggily, mind hazed with sleep and sickness. cyno would make a good house-husband.

you'd never tell him that, though.

cyno merely grimaces once you ask him to feed you.

"seriously?" he asks, holding the bowl of porridge in one hand and a spoon in the other.

"yes, i'm sick... can't you see?" you cough heavily afterwards, emphasizing your point.

cyno, on the other hand, wishes he couldn't see.

"fine."

no more words are exchanged as he begins to feed you slowly. before offering you each bite of porridge, cyno makes sure to lightly blow on the food so it doesn't burn your tongue.

it's subtle, that love of his. it emanates in every touch and spoonful of porridge he gives you, but to the naked eye, cyno's affection is inconspicuous.

after you're done eating, the boy lightly brushes your head before finding a cool towel to rest atop your forehead.

"sleep," he says, barely above a whisper.

your eyes are already shut, and cyno waits patiently for your breaths to even out. once they do, he leaves to do the dishes—slightly scowling at the array of instant foods on your countertop.

he ought to cook you some real meals later.

long ago, cyno heard a tale that said to kiss someone in order to steal their sickness away. it's a stupid thing, that tale, but ah, for childhood dreams and tiny aspirations, it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot, yeah?

a queasy feeling takes over his stomach as the boy stares at you. your eyebrows are furrowed in your sleep, beads of sweat sliding down the side of your face. don't do that, cyno thinks. don't look like that.

he doesn't like it, your uncomfortable expression. stop it, will you? cyno hates how you make him feel in moments like these—how every little flutter of your eyelash and frown of your lips make his heart ache because oh, please, don't be sad.

quietly, the boy presses his index finger to your chapped lips. his eyes trace over your face, an action he'd never dare to even perceive usually—but ah, how he wishes he could take that expression of yours away.

why does it have to be you that is sick? why not him, why not him?

"i like you,"—do you know that?—"like, like you," he says to no one. he says it now, while you're asleep and unable to hear, because cyno's too afraid to do it when you can. what will you think, knowing that he loves you? what will you do, knowing that he'd rather tell the abyss than the sun?

and then, he gets up and leaves your dorm. locking the door behind him, cyno leans his back against the frame before grazing his index finger against his bottom lip.

cyno's taken. so, so taken.

“tuna with mayo.” inumaki says, his voice excited to be standing in front of you, and he knows you can’t see it, not behind his mask, but whenever he sees you, he can never hold himself back from smiling.

you blink, quite unsure of what to do with the words just said to you, and you try to keep confusion from arising in your face.

it’s been a really long day, and the last thing you need is this oddly white haired boy (with a very intimidating green haired girl by his side) to actually order fish with mayonnaise.

fish with mayonnaise in a café.

“sorry,” you smile, polite, “we don’t have that here.”

and you watch as the boy in front of you, face covered with a black mask and all, nod his head, the tips of his ears turning a dark hue of pink.

“that’s not what he meant.” the girl beside him tells you, the corners of her lips turning slightly upwards, and you feel much comfortable with her presence.

the two of them — they make an odd pair.

you tilt your head, “sorry?”

and inumaki shakes his head, his eyes intently following your every move, and he says, his voice shy, “shake.”

(now, you’re even more confused.)

“ignore him.” maki tells you, and her attention is all the way back to the menu above your head.

inumaki keeps his glance on you still, the tips of his ears along with the rest of his face stained with an unwashable color of pink, and his eyes perk up when he sees you finally look back at him again.

his voice is excited, “salmon!”

and you look at him, blinking, “this is a café.”

and his shoulders fall again, the smile reaching his eyes dimming, and you honestly feel like those weren’t the words you were supposed to reply with.

you feel like you’re being pranked right now, because what in the hell is going on?

maki nods finally, shrugging her shoulders, and she looks back at you, “he’ll just have what i’m having.”

and inumaki nods, silently by her side, “shake.”

“right,” you jot down their orders, still a bit loopy from the weird conversation, “i’m sorry, it’s just been a really busy day.”

and maki tells you, “no worries.” her voice stoic, but gentle enough to make you feel better.

her friend, inumaki (as she’s told you), has left her side now to get them a table, and a part of you’s relieved that his intense gaze is gone, but another still feels the guilt of having shot him down.

(not that you’d know, he said “shake” and you’re supposed to say what? “blender!”, you’re going to have a headache.)

“he comes here every chance he gets, you know.” maki’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“does he?” you smile, keeping polite conversation as you punch in her order, “this is my first week on register, so i don’t really notice a lot of the customers.”

and she nods, handing you a piece of tissue paper with the money to pay for the drinks.

“he’s weird.” she tells you, her shoulders rising.

you laugh, “i think he seems nice.”

“he is.” she nods, “but he’s still weird.”

you hand her her receipt, and she makes her way back to the table where inumaki signals for her return.

you catch his glance by a second, his eyes crinkling with a smile, the edges of his ears still a hot pink, and you think it’s fine when you send him back a small wave.

maki turns to you, “he thinks you’re cute.”

"Are you in love with me?" (Albedo's version)

Albedo pauses, but only for a mere moment. You couldn't tell if he had paused because of the question, or if he had found something wrong with the vial in his hand. 

"Curious," he states. 

"Curious?" You parrot, "What is?" A deep pit is now forming in your stomach. Perhaps this was not your smartest idea, attempting to probe into his mind to find out if he held similar feelings as your own. 

"Your question," he replies, "I'm pondering over what exactly provoked it." 

"Uh," you mumble, the air around your face suddenly becoming warmer, "Just wondering." 

He only replies with a hum, seemingly returning to his research as if you had never asked anything to begin with. The pit in your stomach from earlier proceeds to become worse, beginning to gnaw at you like a savage animal. 

"What would happen if I said yes to your question?" 

You don't automatically process his inquiry. "Huh?" 

Albedo turns around to face you, the vial is no longer in his possession. "What if I told you I was in love with you? What would you do then?" 

"I-uhm," you cannot find the words, they fail you. "That's a difficult question to answer, because I don't think you actually are." 

"Curious," he says again. "I don't fully understand the word 'love', as I have previously stated before. However…" 

However? 

"To say I'm not quite fond of you, would be incorrect." His index finger and thumb cradle his chin.

"You…" 

"Actually, would you be kind enough to help me with another experiment?" 

"Huh?" You say again, "What type of experiment?" Your tone is hesitant, giving away your nervousness. He shows you a small smile, but says nothing; it only adds to your confusion. 

It happens in the blink of an eye: the space between the two of you is now nonexistent. Albedo is close enough to you now, you can make observations you wouldn't normally be able to from afar. His eyes twitch, glancing from your own eyes to your lips. Observing. 

"Albedo?" You don't mean to squeak out his name, but he had never been this close before. So intimate.

His fingers hook your chin, lightly tugging your head upwards. Your eyes lock, and you stay in that pose for a few seconds. 

His lips touch your own, brush up against them with curiosity. You don't have time to put the puzzle pieces together; his lips are already claiming yours. 

He pulls away after what feels like a few good seconds. 

"Interesting."

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my first kiss went a little like this.

masterlist!

# — pairings: albedo x reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, albedo, kaeya

# — summary: someone tell albedo that first kisses are supposed to be a little more romantic.

# — warnings: n/a

# — tags: drabble format, fluff, first kiss with albedo

# — notes: it's almost 1 am and i've got a crush on a genshin boy. as always, reblogs and reactions are greatly appreciated, and i hope you guys enjoy!

✧ — 🏵 — ✧

unsurprisingly, the first time albedo kissed you, it was for research purposes.

the two of you are alone in his lab in mondstadt, and you're standing beside him, examining his notes while he waits for you to give your opinion. you may not be an alchemist, but albedo knows the benefits of having an outside opinion. of course, when sucrose returns from her trip, he'll have her give her educated opinion as well. you're silent as you read the notes closely, trying to make sense of every line. albedo's pleased that you're so invested in this, but... something’s bothering him.

you're bothering him, actually. not your presence, no, but your lips.

lately, albedo's been distracted by you. he's not sure when it started or why, but these days, he's been sensitive to your mannerisms. he's always been attentive to details -- he has to be, otherwise he'd probably have singed off his eyebrows (or worse) by now -- but he's never been that way towards anyone other than klee before.

for example: a few weeks ago, albedo noticed that you had a tendency to bite your lip whenever you were deep in thought. that was one of the many things you did whenever you were thinking hard, actually; he noticed that you would sometimes chew on the inside of your bottom lip or cover your mouth with a hand whilst humming.

he also noticed that whenever you finished laughing at something, you had very faint laugh lines around your mouth; an indication that you must have been incredibly amused.

and, when you two got lunch together per your suggestion, you had a habit of licking the corners of your lips in quick succession -- likely a method of ensuring that there was nothing lingering there.

thinking himself strange for paying such close attention to that, he took it upon himself to do a little bit of research.

...it didn't take long for him to realize that the common denominator was your lips. the issue now was what he was supposed to do with that information.

fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it), albedo ran into kaeya during his studies and explained the problem. the cavalry captain had the time of his life laughing at a bewildered albedo's expense.

"i'm not sure what's so comical about my research." albedo said. he isn't the type to get offended very easily under normal circumstances, but listening to kaeya crack up after hearing about his recent project was starting to make his hackles rise.

kaeya wiped a tear from his eye as he caught his breath. "albedo, you've got to be one of the most interesting people i have ever met." he finally said. he sighed, his lips still upturned in a smile. "why are you telling me this, anyhow?"

"i believe i've told you why already, cavalry captain. i just wanted your input, but i'm considering retracting my request."

"ah, ever the professional, this one is," kaeya chuckled. "you want to know what i think? i think you're attracted to them."

albedo blinked. kaeya snorted. "attracted to them? i don't see why i would be. this just suddenly started, so i..."

his sentence went unfinished as he turned over the idea in his head. attraction? albedo hasn't felt attraction outside of a platonic sense for anyone besides the traveler, and even then, there was still a line of friendship that he had yet to cross with them. and surely, kaeya was referring to romantic attraction, wasn't he? but why? he had no experience with it, so--

kaeya sighed, interrupting the alchemist's thoughts. "i can hear what you're thinking. you must be wondering why, right? well, don't. just let yourself feel it, and stop treating it like it's alchemy." an emotion albedo couldn't place flickered in kaeya's eye and his smile softened into something less mocking. "you can't always explain away relationships, albedo."

lost for words, albedo nodded. perhaps he would have to take that under consideration.

while albedo understood that kaeya may have been right about relationships, it wasn't all that easy to give up his natural approach to experiences. he decided to continue his research for a little while longer, keeping in mind the words of the cavalry captain. finally, he came to one conclusion:

he needs to kiss you.

if he covered your lips with his own and stamped out the flames of curiosity that only grew hotter by the day, then maybe, just maybe, he would be able to get on with his life.

so, when you finally finish reading the notes, albedo has a hard time focusing on your feedback.

"i think you're a bit too detail-oriented, albedo," you say, your forehead creasing as you skim the paper again. "maybe you should zoom out first since it seems like you've hit a bit of a snag."

"is that so?" albedo replies half-heartedly, his eyes never leaving your lips. it's almost mesmerizing. "is there anything else?"

you look from the paper and see albedo looking at you but you can't shake the feeling that he's somehow looking elsewhere. his eyes are on your face, but lower than they should be. your body temperature skyrockets when it dawns on you that his eyes are on your lips. you silently hope that he hasn't noticed your sudden nervousness, but you see him raise his eyebrows.

"is something wrong?" albedo asks, his bright teal eyes meeting yours. "you've stopped speaking."

you avert your eyes. it's true that albedo was already looking your way, but you feel like you're being observed, and not even in a scientific sense. something about the way albedo's eyelids lowered while he was looking at your lips was making your mind race. d

does he know how intimate of a look that is? albedo isn't one for doing things without purpose; the very idea that he was staring at your lips with intent makes you flush. this would be so much less embarrassing if you didn't harbor feelings for him. maybe you were just delusional; he wouldn't kiss you, right? he wouldn't kiss anybody! albedo's not a kisser, that's just not his style, so--

"you still haven't replied," albedo speaks again, breaking you away from your thoughts. he tilts his head and you suddenly realize that he's closer than he was before. again, his gaze jumps from your lips back up. "are you sure you're--"

"sorry, i think i must've stepped forward while i was reading." you chuckle shyly. this kind of pressure isn't good for your heart -- not in the slightest. you take a step back to gain some distance, but albedo follows you, taking a step forward. "um..."

"there's something i'd like to try with you, if you'd allow me." albedo takes your chin between gloved fingers. your entire body locks up. "i'm afraid it will require you to relax."

archons, he's so observant, it's almost unsettling. your tongue swipes over your bottom lip quickly and you see albedo follow the movement. this is the exact position of people who are about to kiss, but you take a shaky breath, still trying to convince yourself that that's not what albedo's trying to do.

albedo brushes his thumb over your mouth. "relax."

you shiver. "i-i'm afraid it's not that easy. you're behaving like you're going to kiss me. did you know that?"

the alchemist hums in what seems to be approval. "how astute of you. that was my plan, actually."

...what.

"you were planning to--"

"kiss you, yes. may i?"

it's a miracle you haven't passed out yet. you run through your options at lightspeed.

on one hand, you could say 'yes' and get to kiss albedo. he's probably doing this for a project, but being his lab rat doesn't sound too bad right about now.

on the other hand, if you do kiss him and it really is just for a project, then you'd have kissed the man you've been head over heels for and receive nothing in return. you two would have to proceed as though nothing ever happened, and honestly, you'd probably just leave mondstadt to avoid ever having to see him again.

you make your decision fairly quickly. "you may," you whisper. kissing albedo is a once in a lifetime experience, you figure, so you may as well do it once before you die. albedo inches closer until your breaths are intermingling. you want nothing more than to stop breathing and live in the moment, but you're pretty sure that would ruin it, actually.

albedo finally tilts his head slightly and closes the gap between you two and... you're kissing.

you're kissing the chief alchemist of the knights of favonius.

it's a very gentle press of lips that doesn't last very long, but it's enough to send your soul to celestia and back. you're the first to pull away after a few seconds; you didn't want to, but any longer, and you probably would have tried to deepen it. albedo's fingers haven't left your chin, but when you get a better look at his face, you see him start to frown. "was... that okay?" you ask, breathless.

albedo presses his lips together as though he was trying to commit the feeling of yours to memory. "again," he says. it doesn't sound like a question. he must notice, because he rephrases it. "can we try that again? longer this time; i'm a little unsure on something."

you weren't going to make it out of this lab alive.

"unsure on what, exactly?" you ask. really, you just want some peace of mind. "i-i'm sure there's an obscure book about kissing in the library somewhere."

albedo's reply is immediate. "no." his frown deepens, but he looks almost.. disappointed that you would say that. maybe you're just imagining things. "no, i would much rather do this with you."

you say a silent prayer:

if there are any archons who can hear me, thank you.

you nod stiffly. "uh, sure, i guess. what do you want to try then?"

albedo seems relieved by your response. "i've come across people who tend to move their lips while kissing. should we try a deeper kiss, then?

a giggle stumbles out of you. this is going to be one hell of a story to tell someday. you apologize right away, explaining that people don't usually express their desire to kiss someone like this.

albedo nods. "i see. next time, i won't ask, then."

"next time?"

no response. instead, albedo kisses you again, taking you by surprise. for someone who's never kissed anyone before, he sure does know how to start. you sigh into the kiss unknowingly and feel albedo's fingers twitch. you slowly work him into it, moving your hands to rest gently around his neck to get him more comfortable.

he pulls away. before he can ask his question, you decide to take the liberty of adjusting your position. you take his hands and put them on your waist. "it's a more intimate way of sharing kisses," you explain. "but if you really want to learn, you have to follow my lead."

for some reason, albedo's eyes flash with what you think is irritation. "have you done this before with someone else?"

"yes?"

"interesting." he doesn't interested at all. "again."

you don't question him and do as he says. in the moments that follow, you affirm your belief that albedo is a very fast learner.

maybe too fast, actually.

somehow, he's taken control of the kiss from you, speeding up and slowing down the pace seemingly just to mess with you. you don't fight it for a while, content with the way your lips seem to fit together perfectly. you tried to pull away to tell him off, but he held you in place, grazing his teeth on your lip to keep you going.

it was almost as if he was starting to enjoy himself.

"albedo," you call his name and your voice comes out breathier than you intended, "albedo, gimme a second, i need--"

the alchemist pulls away and drops his head on your shoulder. the two of you are a little short of breath, but you don't have it in you to complain. your lips are tingling. "i should have stopped sooner," you say, tapping his shoulder. "are you alright?"

albedo doesn't say anything. he's breathing fine, but he's just not replying.

"albedo?"

"i think," he finally says, straightening himself out, "we need to take a break."

"a break?" you parrot back. "but that would mean you want to--"

he wants more. you flush again and take a few steps back. the more distance between you two, the better. you don't want to be too hasty. "yeah, sure, that's fine, of course!" you blabber. "do you know how much more you want, though?"

albedo sits in a chair a little ways away. his fingers are hovering over his own mouth and he glances at you, his eyes gleaming.

"as much as it takes to satisfy me, i suppose."

✧ it's very very late at night, so the ending is rushed and messy, but i do hope you'll let me know if you enjoyed it!

WEEKEND PRACTICE

summary: Akaashi doesn’t mind his early morning weekend volleyball practices. But having you in his bed might change that. 

pairing: akaashi keiji x f!reader 

genre: established relationship au, college au | fluff 

warnings: aged up characters, new relationship honeymoon stage fluff </3 

word count: 1.6k 

a/n: wanted to start this thing where I write short domestic / established relationship fics based on prompts (after I posted the 3k Todoroki fic), so have another!! based on the prompt “if you had asked me to say, I would’ve” but adjusted slightly. 

The occurrence of early morning volleyball practices are a sign that the playoffs and tournament season are rapidly approaching. With the upcoming challenges that await the team, it’s only natural for the coach to schedule a surplus of practice games or practice sessions to ensure that all the players can refine their skills. After all, there are always balls to spike or pinpointed jump serves to perfect—despite the groans and moans from players. 

Akaashi, however, is indifferent to these volleyball practices because he is nothing if not consistent. He makes sure to always show up, rain or shine, because he knows that Bokuto will drag him out regardless of his emotional state. Given that, Akaashi fulfills his appearance quota more out of obligation than anything else—but volleyball has been a part of his life for so many years, that the choices are basically second nature to him. 

At least, that’s how it’s been up until very recently. 

Akaashi realizes that although he may be indifferent to volleyball practice, he is far from indifferent about you. 

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Stop and Smell the Lilies. Scaramouche x Reader

Word count: 1.6k. Note: i uh. really just wanted to write some fluff. so this happened as a result. it feels weird writing about scaramouche and not making him or the reader suffer… there’s only good vibes. i guess they get a break for now. 

“You’re late.” 

This is the first thing you’re greeted with upon ascending to your meeting place. Underneath the shade of a dancing sakura tree, its petals fluttering around in a pink rain, stands a highly irate individual. With his arms crossed over his chest, he glowers down at you while you hobble up the slope. You return his scowl with a full smile, to which he averts his gaze, likely sensing the teasing words that would soon target him. 

“What a gentleman my lover is,” you swoon, sighing for dramatic effect, “Offering me his hand after my cumbersome journey. I have braved torrential downpours, scaled mountains, and waded through forests to see you, only to be treated in such an uncouth manner?” 

Scaramouche appears unimpressed with your theatrical rendition. “The walk from where you live to here is ten minutes at the most. I’m not the director for a play, so stop acting like you’re auditioning for one.” 

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Angst-to-fluff Inumaki x reader and Itadori x reader headcanons (separately) for when their s/o takes a hit for them during a mission and winds up unconscious for a few days as a result of the injury? Thank you so much!

WHEN THEIR S/O TAKES THE HIT FOR THEM

note. i hope u enjoy anon !! i had fun writing this <3

feat.  itadori, inumaki x gn!reader

warnings. angst (to fluff!), mentions of blood and death, a lil gory? 

☆ MASTERLIST

☆ — ITADORI

he’s constantly taking hits for you. whether it be a life-threatening swipe of a cursed spirit’s claws or a bonk on the head from fushiguro, itadori will take the fall. you hate it. you know he’s doing it out of the pure, all-consuming love he holds for you - but what about your love?

every time you see yuuji rush out to save you, you’re too slow to stop his inhumanely fast instincts, you are, however, fast enough to stop the cursed spirit currently lunging at him. he’s too distracted to notice - eyes only on you and anything that is actively targeting you to look out for himself. a flash of an image of a wounded yuuji is conjured up by your imagination, and you can feel the way your heart twists painfully - the feeling of dread makes you physically sick to your stomach.

it’s far too late to even consider how much of a bad idea this is before you’re leaping into action, the disgusting crunch of your bones and squelching sound of your blood is truthfully, a friendly reminder. a reminder that this isn’t yuuji. it’s the last coherent thought you have before the adrenaline can no longer stop the immense pain as you collapse to the sound of yuuji’s cries.

anyone other than shoko is absolutely forbidden to touch you. yuuji treats you like fine china, terrified that even a touch will break you. the immense guilt that settles in his gut for the few days you’re unconscious is a pain that only reminds him of his grandfather’s passing. shoko tells him you’re going to wake up soon, that you’ll be fine when you do but oh god what if you don’t? the thought of you closing your eyes and drifting away like his grandfather is far too much for him to bear.

and now, contrasting that with the joy he feels as you awake makes him seem like a different person. yuuji oh so desperately wants to be angry at you, he wants to scold you for being so reckless but how could he? you look far too ethereal even with your chapped lips and messy hair, and were your eyes always that pretty colour?

yuuji will hold you close. maybe soon enough he’ll scold you, but for now, yuuji needs to feel you in his arms. he presses a kiss to your forehead, that sensitive spot on your neck, and the tips of your fingers, etching the images of your reactions and the feeling of your skin into his mind.

☆ — INUMAKI

inumaki is unbelievably kind. throwing himself into danger for the sake of his friends and those he loves is nothing to him. it's like picking between tuna mayo onigiri for lunch and- well, anything else. and when it comes to you? his heart is in your palm. 

toge will act like the cuts on his torso and the broken bones in his body are nothing for the sake of protecting you, so that any guilt he knows you'll have can disappear - but it never does. how could it? seeing him broken and bruised just for you isn't exactly as sweet as it sounds. for once, all you want is to for toge to be selfish. but it never comes.

even as you two stand, bloody and bruised against a curse much too strong for either of you to handle, inumaki doesn't shake. he acts like your shield, continuing to spit out words filled with fury directly at the spirit - uncaring of the blood that pours out of his mouth like a waterfall. you cry and beg him to stop, but he only turns to smile at you with gentle eyes - telling you, "it's okay." 

it's not. not at all. not when the cursed spirit is jumping forward and getting ready to claw at toge - not when he's too distracted with you to notice. his eyes widen when you burst forward, tumbling towards him in desperation. he feels the blinding pain shoot up his back as he hits a concrete pillar - one you'd pushed him into. 

inumaki opens his eyes, heart stopping at the sight of your body. his eyes dart furiously to the blood that seeps from your head, and then to the mangled mess of limb that is your right leg, an inexplicable feeling of loss makes him tremble - but as he hears the cursed spirit laugh at its seeming victory, he refuses to back down, especially now. 

toge can't stop the blood that builds inside his throat and spills out of his mouth, not that he really cares much about it as he watches shoko use her reversed cursed technique on your leg, relief flooding over him as you're healed. there's not much she can do for your other injuries other than bandage them up, but if the scars ever bother you then know inumaki will be there to kiss your insecurities away. 

he prepares for when you'll finally wake by buying all of your favourite snacks, that plush you really wanted, and turning his room into the ultimate comfort cave. toge has utter faith you'll wake up, he really does - but he can't help but sob when you finally do, an overpowering pressure lifting from his shoulders. make sure to not leave his side for a few days (years) afterward, alright?

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