How They Would Hold You When Kissing You !

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This is the cutest thing ever omg.

i feel like a victorian man seeing a woman's ankle

— Crush Crush Crush!

: katsuki, izuku, tamaki

: gn!reader

Katsuki —

• definitely ignores his feelings at first, brushing it off as slight admiration from how well you perform in hero training and academics.

• he always find himself glancing at you every now and then, sometimes he’d even space out and just look at your direction for a solid minute. which absolutely scared the shit out of you cuz u thought he was giving you a death glare.

• mina would definitely be the first to notice, and she’s definitely going to tell the others.

• his friends would definitely tease him abt it. whenever they catch him just staring into nothingness seemingly thinking of something important, they’ll tease him immediately.

• “ohhh~ is loverboy thinking about his special someone?” “honestly i never thought you’d like anybody to this extent.” “same, thought you were uncapable of love.”

• cue the shouting and explosions.

• once he does accept the fact that he has this “tiny” attraction towards you, he wont be a chicken and not act on it.

• he’s deff a bit more tame with you. he doesn’t shout that much or even spare deku a menacing glance whenever you’re around. he’ll also even do small things you say.

• you ask him to grab you a water bottle after training? he got a two more extras for you. you asked him to add a bit of chili in a dish his making for class dinner? he’s adding it.

• when he has enough and thinks that it’s time. he’ll just say it straight up to your face. “i like you. so like me back.” now you two are togather :D.

Izuku —

• like katsuki, he just think it’s an innocent admiration. like the one he has for almight.

• but he never felt butterflies when he admired the former no.1 hero. he also never blushes whenever he gets complimented by the older man. so why is he experiencing this whenever he’s with you?

• he confided in uraraka for this, and he was absolutely gobsmacked. he has a crush?

• okay, now that he’s aware of his feelings. he’s definitely going to start avoiding you. sorry.

• like, his heart cannot take it. whenever you say his name followed up by a question of some sorts, he’ll just (badly) act like he doesn’t hear or notice you and just leave.

• turns out this is not an effective way of dealing with his emotions so he tries to start socializing with you again.

• he’ll deff tutor you and volunteer to be your sparring partner during training. will let you win on purpose cuz whats a couple of points if he can get to see you smile and declare your victory?

• as for the confession. he just said it on accident. like he was so flustered abt something you did he just starts mumbling and accidentally splutter out his feelings for you.

• felt embarrassing for him he wanted to die.

• you just laughed which made him anxious but when you said you liked him back he fainted. deadass, his soul left his body.

Tamaki —

• unaware that he even has feelings for you in the first place. he just thought he really liked your company and that you’re a chill friend to be around.

• so when mirio just randomly says, “oh, you like y/n, right?” he buffers.

• now he’s having this thing where his gears start to move and just— he’s basically self reflecting.

• does he like you? no he doesn’t. not in that way at least. but what if he does? omg he did notice himself getting faint butterflies when you’re around. but what if he was just feeling sick?

• when he gets his shit together, and accept that he has a crush, he’ll have a even harder time looking at you than normal. if you’re just waving from the other side of the classroom, he’ll just stand there and avert his gaze into somewhere else.

• gets to the point where he’s too shy to even be in the same room as you, so obviously, you confront your friend about this behavior.

• nijire walks in on you two and just blurts out, “did you finally confess to y/n?” with a excited expression. but it soon turned into worry/embarrassment when he finds out he’s not.

• now you two are alone in the room and you just slowly turn your attention back to him. “so.. you like me?” then BOOM! he fainted.

• dw, he properly confessed to you once he was okay.

"you have a birth mark on your back, do you know that?"

"no"

Bakugo was sort of proud of that fact. how he seems to know your body better than you do.

he watches you mindlessly scroll through your phone, using a squishy that you won him in a carnival- a grey wolf with a deep scowl, saying something about it looking like him- as an anchor for yourself as you lay flat on your tummy.

he hoist himself up, placing his chin on his palm as he lifts a rough calloused hand to trace over the stretch marks on your hips.

a delicate touch- so gentle. you could swear it felt like he wasn't even there.

all the small dents and crevices, all the birth marks and scars, every little stretch mark that you aren't aware of- he knows them all and he absolutely loves every single one of them and the big question is how could he not? all these "imperfections" are part of things that make you you, they are a part of you and not loving them is accepting to not love a side of you.

like a treasure map he traces the lines as if they'll lead him to the great unknown or even a treasure buried on some island somewhere.

the soft touches makes you giggle a little

"ya' ticklish here huh?"

"uh huh so stop tickling me before I-" you finally turn your back to look at him and he's staring at you in awe, his expression is soft and nothing like his usual scowl that he normally adorns. you guys are left staring at each other for a few slow seconds and you could swear your souls where connected.

he lifts himself up to place a soft kiss on the spot he was previously touching lingering a little before he leaves the spot he kissed missing his warmth but it's quickly replaced when he places his warms hands back on your hip giving it a nice gentle squeeze before he's back to tracing over it.

he's ingrained every part of you that he can into his brain, well atleast the small pieces you let him see and he's proud to say you let him he see quite a bit, even the sensitive parts that you yourself might not even be aware of. he knows how hard it is to show these sides of yourself to another person, to trust someone enough to not only show them your highs but also your lows, to let them know your weaknesses and flaws, he knows how petrifying that is but yet— yet you let him see so much. and he's left wondering how can you trust him this much.

the sudden overwhelm of emotions introduces a little thought in his head.

what if you suddenly decide to leave him.

he's plagued with the idea of waking up to see your side of the bed has run cold, the nick nacks you keep on your bed side table are all gone, the obnoxiously pink plushy you used as a punching bag whenever you got mad from work is no where to be found, it's as if you weren't ever here. perhaps you finally realized that he wasn't worth your time- he wouldn't blame you...

the thought of never being able to experience all these sensations and emotions again; never hear your beautiful voice or smell the cocoa butter lotion you spread on your skin or hear your slightly muffled voice as you sing your heart out in the shower— never be able to see that goofy grin of yours again scares him shitless... almost enough to make him want to cradle himself and hide under a mountain somewhere but he's too hung up on you to push you away now when you've both come so far. so the most he can do is remember, so if you ever decide to finally free yourself from the binds that is him, atleast he'll have just that. memories.

you quickly notice the knot that forms on his eyebrows.

"anything wrong?" worry evident in your voice as you place a finger in between his scrunched up eyebrows. he looks up at you and all the anxiety seemingly washes over him and he is silently scolding himself for ever believing you could ever leave him when you are looking at him like- like THAT.

"na 'verything s'just perfect." nuzzling into your touch.

He's grateful you trust him enough to let him know these things, see these things, experience slow quiet moments like this one. he never thought him off all ppl will be the one to experience something as gooey and mushy as this; a feeling that manages to make his heart turn to warm putty everytime he looks back on it, that manages to keep him grounded but yet make him feel like he's weightless at the same time.

he loves you and though he's never been the best at expressing it, he doesn't have to tell you. your given all the confirmation you need during quiet moments like this from how he's gently caressing your stretch marks to the light in his eyes seemingly glimmering as he stares at you in absolute awe.

Bakugo Katsuki

Can I ask for some tot fluff after the angst? Mc is in hospital and guys find her (she’s totally fine, just sprained an ankle or something minor). Ty!

tot boys when you’re in critical condition (2)

characters: all

a/n: i didn’t make it a minor injury per se, but mc is all good n it’s still fluff!!

alternate ver

ARTEM WING

“you know, i was so worried when i saw, i could have sworn i started crying. don’t even know why my cheeks are dry,” artem tells you, lightheartedly. although you can hear the rawness of his heart in his words, you choose to simple place a hand on his cheek, just as you’ve done many times before that.

“you know i’d never just leave you behind like that.”

“not even when i had to watch you with all that blood coming out of you? you didn’t see it, mc. i was so scared you weren’t coming back and i’d have to watch you get buried when i didn’t even get to live my life out with you yet.”

“i’m not leaving you, artem. i love you.” artem just lays his head down the side of your bed, taking a few straggled breaths, a few sobs falling out of his mouth. you give him a small kiss, at the top of his head, where you can reach from your position in the bed. he looks up at you and you place your hand back gently on his cheek.

but it’s different, artem notes. you just smile at him, hand on his cheek, your thumb rubbing comforting circles where your words would usually be. he places a chaste kiss on your fingers, gently but so full of his emotions. you can almost feel all his unshed tears. 

“artem, thank you,” you say, fighting back a few tears of your own.

“why?”

“for being so good at loving me.”

and just like how the sun is after a particularly heavy storm, the clouds part and warmth returns. “thank you, too. for letting me love you.”

MARIUS VON HAGEN

you wake up with a groan. something heavy’s right on your chest. seriously, do patients not get the privilege of getting good sleep. you look down, not too surprised to see marius there, deep asleep, muttering to himself, a few emotions flickering on his face. you let your hand caress his cheek, still moist from the dried tears. marius was never good at keeping his composure when ti came to you.

so there you sat in silence, until you heard marius sob in sleep. he says something, unintelligible, but you register it as a cry nonetheless. “marius? marius, wake up. marius? marius.”

he shoots up, quickly scanning his surroundings before his eyes land to you. “a nightmare?”

“even when you’re sick you’re still worried about me,” he half-heartedly comments, unable to muster up his usual whines. “marius,” you say, a hand wrapping around his, “what’s wrong?”

“i thought you were gonna die, mc. i didn’t even-, i didn’t even get to say my last words. if you did, i-” he sobs, falling on your chest again, and it feels like the weight of the world falls back upon you. “marius, i’m fine. see? i’m here, and you still have all the time to tell me what you want.”

“but what if you weren’t?” he pleads with you an answer. his tears falling freely down his cheeks. “i would’ve been okay, because i hate seeing you like this.”

LUKE PEARCE

“mc, wake up. wake up, please. please, please, please, please, please.” you hear luke mutter, his hands on your cheeks. you grumble, your eyes adjusting to the harsh hospital lights after being unconscious for god knows how long.

“luke..?”

you hear his choked sob. frankly, you’re having a hard time seeing, between the lights and your squinting to try and avoid it, you probably have no way to see what luke’s doing right now.

but you feel him. he hasn’t let his hand leave your body. it pulls away from your cheeks and to your hand. “luke, how long was i out?”

“3 days.”

“3 days? it’s friday?!” you struggle to move, but your body was frankly, too tired to be of much use right now. “mc, don’t move! i’ll call the doctors.”

so the doctors come, do their routine checking and leave. luke stays behind with you, hand on yours, sitting silent. “luke, what’s wrong? how bad was it, luke,” you add on, trying to assess the situation as best as you can from where you lay. his grip on your hand shakes as he squeezes your hand a bit in comfort. “they didn’t think you were ever going to wake up. it was bad, mc. so, so, so, so bad.”

you move your hand up to his chin, tilting it to look towards you, with the best strength you could muster. luckily, luke doesn’t fight it. “luke, i lost 8 years with you. i’m not losing any more than what i have to. i promise.” 

VYN RICHTER

vyn sits beside you, silently cutting some fruit for you. it’s never been this silent with him ever, in all your years of knowing him. “vyn-”

“why couldn’t you be more careful?” he asks. you’d be angry at his words, that is, if his tone wasn’t so full of desperation. you don’t know what the things vyn has seen to make him react so pained, but it must have been taxing. his voice shakes, and so does his arms. at least he has the mind to put down the fruit knife.

“mc, i trust your judgement. more than anyone, more than mine. you keep me safe, so why are you so careless with yours? do you know what i’ll do once you’re gone? because i don’t — and that’s the worst part. i can’t do this without you, mc. so why couldn’t you have been more careful-” 

you shut him up with a kiss. a long awaited and welcomed one. you pull away, foreheads touching, eyes connected. “vyn, i didn’t mean to get hurt, and for you to get hurt too in the process. if care is what it needs, then i’d be more than happy to give it just that.”

“i can’t watch you dying, again, mc. i don’t-”

“i promise, vyn. you won’t have to.” this time, he initiates the kiss. a fresh take of life and forgiveness and sorrow and love, all wrapped up in a vyn-sized bundle. 

A collab done on Instagram! Line and colours are by me

Katsuki x reader where you almost die?

The battlefield was a mess. Buildings crumbled under the force of explosions, and the sky above was painted in thick clouds of smoke. Katsuki Bakugo was in his element—blasting away enemies with fierce determination. But this mission was different. You were there too, fighting by his side. You’d both trained for this, but no amount of training could have prepared you for what was about to happen.

The villain you were facing was far more powerful than expected. Their quirk could manipulate the ground, creating jagged spikes and crumbling the earth beneath your feet. You’d been trying to hold your ground, deflecting attacks and supporting Bakugo from a distance, but it was clear this fight was out of your league.

“Stay back, idiot!” Bakugo barked at you, dodging a spike that shot up from the ground. “You’re not cut out for this!”

You clenched your fists, frustration bubbling in your chest. You weren’t weak. You didn’t want to be a burden to him, not now, not ever. You’d fought hard to prove yourself, to show that you could stand by his side. But he was right—this was more than you could handle alone.

Suddenly, you saw the villain focus their attention on him. Bakugo was distracted, charging up a powerful blast. In that split second, you noticed the ground shifting beneath him, the stone cracking and beginning to rise into jagged spikes aimed straight at his back.

Time seemed to slow down as you made your decision. Without thinking, you sprinted forward, pushing Bakugo out of the way just in time. But you didn’t escape unscathed.

You felt the sharp pain rip through your side as one of the spikes pierced your abdomen. The shock left you gasping, blood staining your costume as you collapsed to the ground. You tried to stay conscious, but the world around you blurred.

“(Y/N)!” Bakugo’s voice was laced with panic—a tone you’d never heard from him before. He was at your side in an instant, blasting the spikes into pieces and cradling you in his arms.

“Why the hell would you do something so stupid?!” he shouted, but there was a tremor in his voice. “You idiot… you idiot…”

You coughed, wincing at the pain. “I… couldn’t let you get hurt,” you managed to choke out. Your vision was fading, darkness closing in as you fought to stay awake.

“Shut up! You’re gonna be fine!” Bakugo’s hands trembled as he pressed them against your wound, trying to stop the bleeding with the heat of his quirk. His eyes, usually filled with confidence and pride, were now wide with fear.

You’d never seen him like this. The fierce, unshakable Katsuki Bakugo was scared. For you.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes! You’re not leaving me like this!” His voice cracked as he yelled at you. You could feel his grip tighten, desperate and afraid.

But it was so hard to stay awake. The world around you was growing darker, colder. You could barely feel anything anymore—except for the warmth of his hands, holding onto you as if his touch alone could keep you tethered to life.

“Stay with me, (Y/N), damn it!” His voice wavered, his breath hitching as he tried to keep it together. “I swear, if you die, I’ll never forgive you!”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You didn’t want to leave him, not like this. You’d fought so hard, hoping you could stand by his side. But now…

“Please…” The word came out as a whisper. It wasn’t like him to beg, but there was no pride in his voice now. Only desperation. “You can’t leave me… I—”

The world finally faded to black.

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was the smell of antiseptic. The beeping of a heart monitor echoed in the quiet room. Slowly, you opened your eyes, taking in the sight of the hospital room. You were alive.

And then you saw him—Katsuki Bakugo—slumped over in the chair beside your bed. His eyes were closed, exhaustion etched into his features. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

You tried to sit up, wincing at the dull pain in your abdomen. The movement stirred him awake. His eyes snapped open, and the moment he saw you, relief flooded his expression. But it was quickly replaced by anger.

“You dumbass,” he hissed, his voice hoarse. “You scared the hell out of me.”

You offered him a weak smile. “Guess I did, huh?”

He stood up, towering over you with a scowl. But his eyes gave him away—there was a softness there, something vulnerable. He clenched his fists at his sides, struggling to keep his emotions in check.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he growled, but his voice cracked, betraying how shaken he really was. “You hear me? You don’t get to risk your life like that. Not for me.”

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his hand. “I’m sorry… I didn’t want to see you get hurt.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just stared at you, his jaw clenched, emotions warring within him. Then, finally, he exhaled, his shoulders sagging as he took your hand in his.

“I can take care of myself,” he muttered, but his grip on your hand tightened. “But I can’t take it if you’re gone, got it?”

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. “I got it.”

He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours, his voice low and raw. “You’re mine… and I’m not losing you. So don’t pull that kind of crap again, or I’ll—”

“—Blow me to pieces?” you teased, earning a quiet snort from him.

“Damn right,” he whispered, but there was no malice in his tone. Just relief, and maybe something more—a promise that he’d never let anything take you away from him.

And for once, Bakugo let himself stay there, close to you, his defenses lowered, if only for a moment. Because he knew now, more than ever, that losing you wasn’t something he could handle. You were his weakness and his strength all at once. And he would fight tooth and nail to keep you safe—no matter what.

Requests are open.

12:30 am

Feat. Kuroo

Kuroo didn’t know when he decided that dating you would be a bad idea, but he did. But looking at you know, he couldn’t remember why.

Seeing you after a long day was like taking a fresh breath of air, or maybe not. Seeing you, an indescribable feeling came over him.

You made water taste better, the sun shine brighter, and his heart beat faster.

You first met Kuroo your first year, on the first day of school. He sat beside you in class and offered his name so you returned with yours. After that interaction you spoke with him regularly in class and it only took a few months before you were speaking outside of class.

You two got close, and for some reason, he got scared. It wasn't often that he let people get too close, or that people wanted to get close.

He let his feelings fester for two years, nearly forgetting that there was another option besides dying in silence.

But here you were, leaning down in front of him whispering in his ear, telling him to come with you. Goosebumps rose on his skin as your hot breath hit his ear. He willingly followed you, not that he had much choice because you were holding onto his hand tightly.

His mind jumped from several different conclusions as to what you were gonna do to him, some shoujo status, others being horrifically humiliating.

You lead him out of the classroom to behind the school.

"What are we doing here?" He asked.

You shushed him and grabbed him by his tie to lower him in front of a cardboard box. He almost lost it then and there. You looked around in every direction before opening the box to reveal a single black kitten sleeping in it.

"I found her in a bush near the entrance. You know, I was running late so it was quiet when I was walking up so I heard her meowing." You explained, petting her head softly with one finger. "I found a box and went back and grabbed her. By the time I had done all of this, 1st period was over."

He looked over at you as you looked tenderly at the kitten. He wondered if he was looking at you with a similar expression.

"What are you going to do with her?"

You looked up at him with a bashful look and he knew that whatever you were going to say next he would agree to immediately.

"I was thinking you could take it? My dad would never let us take her in, but maybe your parents would be ok with it? I would have to come over constantly though."

"Of course, I'll take care of her." He spoke without really thinking about it, but his answer would have been the same.

"Really? That's so great! I was super worried for a bit."

"C'mon, I'd do anything I could to help you out." After watching your expression change, he wanted to take it back immediately, or at least rearrange his wording.

"Thanks, Tetsurou." Shit. He was down bad.

With the way you were looking at him now, he was asking again, why hadn't he made a move sooner.

He spoke your name softly and you held your breath as he spoke. "Before we go back to class, I have something I want to say." He paused to find the right words, but nothing seemed better than just saying them. "I like you."

You finally let out a breath as a shaky laugh and beamed at him. "I like you too."

You both were caught up in a moment of bliss that was broken by the weak cry of the kitten in front of you.

"She's awake!" You pulled her into your arms as you showed Kuroo to her. "This is Tetsurou, your new dad."

"If I'm her dad, does that make you her mom?" He hoped to pull a flustered reaction from you, but the best he could get was a blush and a smile.

"I thought that was obvious." You mumble, placing her back into the box.

"Well, we should probably head back, class will be starting soon." He said, taking the box into his arms.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Taking her to the gym, Nekomata won’t mind. She’ll be safer where no one else will find her. She can be like our mascot or something.” You smile at him and it sends the same electric shocks through his heart, just without the pain this time.

tsukishima kei proposing to you after a long distance relationship

pairing: tsukishima x gn!reader

genre: fluff, romantic

words: 1.3k

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Tsukishima Kei had smiles for every person and occasion. The sarcastic one, for when he's messing with his friends or talking back some provokation, the polite one, mostly used when he’s talking to adults, the subtle one, for when he’s near the people he loves but tries to contain his expression of affection as much as he can (but you can still see how the corners of his mouth lift slightly), the one for his parents and the one almost imperceptible, for when he’s on the volleyball court. But there was one more: Tsukishima Kei’s true smile.

For a long time you had no idea it existed, but after you saw it, you promised yourself to make him smile everyday.

“The plane is arriving in ten minutes!” You send the message and lock your phone, looking out of the window to see the brightful daylight turning shades of purple and blue.

“I’m here. Remember to pick up ALL your bags, we don’t want you to lose your wardrobe. Again.” You roll your eyes playfully at your boyfriend’s response.

Happiness fills your chest at the thought of being reunited with him again. Spending four years overseas was hard. You were alone in a country you didn’t know, studying in a foreing language, living with people of different cultures and habits, away from your family, friends, and beloved partner. But as difficult as it was, you would do it all again.

Thankfully with the help of the internet, you and Tsukki managed to overcome the long distance relationship. Sometimes the time difference got in the way, but waking up to an audio of the blond wishing you a good day and encouraging you to keep going was a big boost to start the day in a good mood. You had scheduled facetime calls every week, that you two were very committed to, no matter what you knew the other would be on the other side to pick up the call. At times the distance was painful, not having the comforting touch, smell, presence of each other, but you had to remind yourselves that soon enough you would be back into one another’s arms.

Like your boyfriend reminded you, you make sure to grab all your luggage. Excitement flows throughout your body as you walk out of the gate where people are waiting for their loved ones. You look through the crowd a little until golden brown eyes meet yours.

“Kei!”

You run to him, letting a few bags behind, and jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips. He holds you tight and spins you around a few times, burying his face on your neck to finally feel that sweet perfume of yours.

You cup his face with both hands and kiss him deeply. He kisses you back immediately, both smiling though the kiss.

“I missed you so much.” He says, pressing his forehead on yours.

“I missed you more.”

“Impossible.”

You get off of him and he helps you get the forgotten bags on the airport floor. He takes the time you’re distracted with your things to admire you and how much you changed during your time apart. The phone camera just couldn’t capture how prettier you got during these past years, and gladfully, now he can take in your beauty as my=uch as he wants to.

“Did you get shorter?” He asks with a smirk, patting your head as if to measure your height.

You squirt your eyes and pout, earning a laugh from him. He can see the tiredness in your eyes, a result of the long flight and poor nap sessions during it.

“Wanna go home and cuddle?” Your eyes light up and you intertwine his fingers with yours.

“Yes!”

Both of you make your way to his apartment, sharing kisses, hugs and caresses every now and then. After taking a shower, you waste no time plopping yourself on Tsukishima’s chest and stumble into a deep sleep, being warmed up by his arms around you.

[...]

You wake up a couple hours later to a cold bed. Still rubbing your eyes, you sit up and search for the blond in the room. You lazily get up and walk to the hall to find the whole apartment with the lights off, the only illumination source is a yellowish glow coming from where you suppose is the kitchen.

“Kei?” You call out.

“I’m here, precious.”

When you enter the kitchen you see the table set with delicious looking food and candles lit up in the middle. Your eyes widen and a surprised smile pasts your lips.

“Kei, this is beautiful...” You say, approaching him. He pulls you closer by the waist and delivers a kiss to your forehead.

“I thought we should celebrate your return.”

With his free hand he pulls the chair for you to sit and you do so willingly. Tsukishima sits in front of you and asks about how it was to study abroad, he already knew of course, since you two talk constantly, still, he would never get tired of the things you say - no matter how many times you do -. He asked about your course and felt his chest flutter as your eyes shined when you said your favorite things about it or funny stories of you and your friends.

He had missed this so much. Just listening carefully to every word that falls out of your mouth, enjoying your sweet presence, he could do it all day, he wants to do it all day.

“… and then we had to run out of there- baby, are you okay? Is there a problem.” Kei comes out of his trance, he didn’t even noticed how he was staring at you

“I’m great.” He says, taking a bite of his food. You raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Now, tell me.”

“What?”

“What were you thinking?”

“Nothing much.”

“You were so focused on it, c’mon, tell me.”

“It’s just- I missed you a lot. And being away from you was killing me, I missed you all the time, I missed your laugh, your voice, your messy hair when you wake up, your clinginess. I just couldn’t be away from you anymore, I don’t want to be away from you ever again.” He sighs and gets up, then crunches down beside you and takes your hands in his. “I love you. More than you could ever imagine.”

“I love you more, Kei.” You lean down to kiss him. It’s not every time that your boyfriend is sweet like this, at least not with words, he usually shows his love through actions, so you make sure to enjoy the fullest moments like this.

Tsukishima reaches for his pocket during the kiss, grabbing a small velvet box he has been keeping for a while now. He breaks the kiss, locking at you with nothing but love in his eyes, and shaking slightly as he opens the box.

“L/n Y/n, will you stay with me forever?”

You look down to see a beautiful ring. It’s not flashy, with big diamonds or anything like that, it’s way better, a simple, elegant silver ring with a delicate stone on top.

“Kei…” You bring both hands to your mouth. Tears start to flow down your cheeks and you start to not continuously. “Yes! Of course yes!”

And there it was. Tsukishima Kei’s true smile. A beautiful smile that made the blush from your cheeks rin down your whole body, a warm, bright smile that you’re sure could light up the whole town.

He takes the ring out and puts it on your finger, then kisses your knuckles gently.

“I love you so much.” He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face on your neck, where you can feel him still smiling against your skin..

“I love you too.”

From then on, you started to see that smile more often. But you were wrong in one thing, not only that was Tsukishima Kei’s true smile, that was his smile for you.

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eternity in a moment

Pairing: Xiao x GN! Reader Warnings: none, just enjoy the fluff A/N: heard eternity in a moment and knew i needed to write something short and sweet for the lantern rite, so enjoy!

xiao goes by many names. alatus, the conqueror of demons, the guardian yaksha. he's so used to being a feared and revered figure in liyue. he knows that humans are wary of him, knows that his fellow adepti regard him with looks of sympathy when they see him standing alone atop wangshu inn.

there's always something troublesome that's going on around liyue. whether it's a new hilichurl camp, or treasure hoarders trying to sneak towards qingce village, xiao is there in an instant, mask donned over his features as he brandishes his weapon. he's made it clear, countless times to those who have sought him, that he should be seen as a weapon, and nothing more. it's dehumanizing, cruel, heartless, but xiao's lack of regard for himself has plagued him for so many years, his karmic debt slowly building.

but when he's with you, he's just xiao. he's the one who loves neatly decorated almond tofu and the crystalflies that flutter around the caves of guyun stone forest. when he's with you, the only titles around his name are the little petnames that you've tagged on when you call for him. when he's with you, the whispers in his head are cast away and he's unafraid to take a step back and indulge in a sweet moment with you.

because when he's with you, xiao feels at peace.

and the sight of you, smiling at him with two lanterns in your hand, one offered towards him with a blank thin strip of paper waiting for him to write something, is enough for him to melt. his fingers brush against yours, gentle and hesitant, but accepting nonetheless as he turns away from you to scribble something short onto that paper. you don't peek over at his wish, and he follows suit. and when you lift the lanterns to the sky, one of his arms wrapped around your waist to steady you from your spot on the branches that reach over the inn, the other pushing up the lantern, he can't help but glance over. the gentle glow of the lantern illuminates your features and he can't help but stare at the look of awe that paints your features.

he could spend all of eternity in this moment.

"happy lantern rite, i love you."

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