SUMMERS WITH YOU — OIKAWA TOORU

this time, maybe love can finally stay

summary: love retests the waters when you and your ex-boyfriend oikawa finally talk about why you broke up in a beach house reunion after putting your love to a rest four years ago

word count: 2k

pairing: oikawa x gn!reader

a/n: i’m actually proud with the way this turned out so hopefully this doesnt flop lawl kidding! i meant to say, i hope you guys enjoy reading this!

IT’S 2AM AND YOU CAN’T SLEEP. 

It may or may not be because of the simple fact that you were in a beach house, seven years later in a reunion with the high school volleyball team you used to manage. 

And it wouldn’t have been any trouble - it shouldn’t have been. Except for the miniscule detail that your ex-boyfriend whom you’ve known for almost the entirety of your life was present.

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I just- 🥺🥺🥺

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

Fine, since you have been working hard😌

“Keiji?”

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

“I’m so tired...”

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

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

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

Cute.

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

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

He’s so pretty.

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

“Good job.”

LITERALLY DEPRESSO AKAASHI HOURS SOMEONE GIVE ME LVOE RIP

10:20 pm || akaashi keiji

➵ you just want a cute polaroid of your boyfriend. 

wc: 1211

warnings: gn!reader, time-skip occupation spoilers (?)

a/n: jem, dear, this one’s for you! if i remember correctly, i believe that today is your birthday. if that’s so, i hope you have a wonderful day (although, i hope that for every day, too). you’ve always been so kind to me, and the comments and tags you’ve left on my fics never fail to make me smile and make me feel like i’m actually Doing something here. i appreciate your support more than i can put into words, but i just want to say thank you! i miss seeing you on my dash, but i hope you’re doing well and that this fic brings you some comfort ♡

“Sit still.”

You grouch, the view finder of your polaroid camera held up to your eye.

A tiny image of Akaashi stares back at you, fist covering his mouth as he sat languidly on your bed under a garland of fairy lights. You’d wanted to put them up for the ‘ambiance’ – Akaashi had done most of the work, reaching the ceiling with ease. You’d played the role of ‘artistic director’ more so than handyman, but neither of you minded.

“I am,” Akaashi murmurs, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly.  

You lower the camera, pouting at him. “You keep covering your face.”

“And?” Akaashi raises an eyebrow at you.

“Stop doing that.”

“It’s for the aesthetic.”

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16 and akaashi 🥰

16. knows your schedule from the back of their heads (and gets shocked when there is a sudden change to your routine)

Akaashi liked to think that he knew your routine pretty well, not that you were aware of it.

You always slept past your alarm, even though you had a whole page of per 5-minute interval alarms set. He was tempted to set more for you but realised that it wouldn’t matter anyway. You were never early, but for some unknown reason, you were always able to wake up in cold sweat just before it would be too late to get to school on time. You rushed through your entire morning routine before you managed to step out of the door. You always looked just a bit disheveled when you leaped into the classroom just as the bell was about to ring. He always made the effort to see if there were any loose strands of hair that you missed so he could tug it in for you. (He didn’t really think too much about it when he did that but the swooning you felt when his long fingers slipped through your hair never did stop even though it was nearly a daily occurrence.)

Akaashi, on the other hand, always got through his mornings with leisure. He had to get back to school earlier than most for morning practices which left him plenty of time to make sure he had everything he needed before the classes actually start, meaning that he was always the one waiting on you each morning. His body clock was terrifyingly on point and he always wake up just moments before his alarm rings, always. He always looked so calm, a sharp contrast to the way you could barely breathe regularly when you slammed the classroom door open.

He froze in place for just a little (so little that you would probably miss it unless you really look) at the door when he walked in to see you already at your seat this morning. 

What was this? Why were you here earlier than him? Did you not sleep well last night? You actually seemed like you took a look at the mirror before you walk out the door today? Were you sick?

The engines in his head was running on high speed as he slowly made way to his seat in front of yours, even though on the outside he looked just as collected as ever. It was a good thing that you were being punctual, but something about it just reallly bugged him.

“Morning Akaashi.” you flashed him a quick smile when he sat down.

“Morning.” he replied, his eyes searching for any sign of you being unwell as you buried your head in the books in front of you.

He watched you sighed and pushed the book towards his direction. “Akaashi,” you mumbled as you ran your hand down your face, “do you remember if this part will be in the quiz? I straight up forgot that we had one until late last night.”

So you were back early under desperation, now it all made sense. A small smile tucked at the corner of his lips as he leaned forward which you took as him being his usual gentle self. “No,” he said and he paused before adding, “it will be in the one next week though.”

“Another one?” you sighed, gripping his hand in appreciation, “Urgh, what will I do without you?”

He smiled, leaning his head on his palm as he watched you dipped back down, a small piece of hair falling down as you moved.

It tickled when the tip of his fingers just brushed past the side of your face as he tucked it behind your ear. You glanced up, smiling sheepishly as you mouthed a soft thank you.

And so the routine was back to normal.

May I request a fake dating scenario with Childe? (sorry i know its cliche but its my favorite trope🙈) Perhaps he and f reader are on an undercover mission to gain intel at a function, like a dinner party or a festival of some sort, and Childe is way more interested in committing to the bit than the mission itself. Like, he intentionally took on an easy mission so that he could indulge in his time with the reader because he "takes his job seriously" or something like that😏

Fatui operative reader*

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“You said you’d take this seriously.” You chided him, pushing for the fifth time his hand away from your hip while you looked through the crowd for your target. It should have been a rather easy mission: get close enough to the ambassador that they’ll tell you about the incoming shipment. Once you got what you needed you’d inform the other operatives waiting near the docks, they’d sneak in during the night and lift all the goods before anyone grew wise to the situation. However, after much pestering from a specific Harbinger, this simple task was turning into a headache inducing nightmare.

“I am, dear.” He ran his finger over your ear and out of your peripherals you caught sight of the calculating grin that pulled one side of his lips.

“You don’t have to pretend right now, no ones looking at us.” Pretending to rummage through your pouch, you noticed a esteemed looking figure walking through the door, someone as elegantly dressed as that must be your ambassador. “She’s here.” You whispered, nudging your chin in her direction and slipping the money pouch back in your side bag. “Let’s get closer.”

“Don’t get to hasty, let’s see what she does.” Childe moved behind you, his hand sliding over your back and making you hyper aware of each and every inch he occupied. His chest somehow so noticeable even though he never touched you with it, the proximity of him as he leaned against the wall and draped his arm over your shoulder before pulling you closer made your brain fuzzy and, for a moment, you lost sight of her. “Can you make out what she’s saying?” He spoke in a lower tone, an attempt to keep his words only for you or … was he trying to make you shiver.

Carefully, you focused your attention on her lips. Eyes squinting against the light as you tried to decipher what she was saying. The expression on her face shifted from one of familiarity to irritation, but it was so slight and quickly replaced by a smile her companion never caught it. “She’s upset.”

“Why?”

You opened your mouth to explain only to be cut off by his arm sliding off your shoulder so his hand could run down your back. The slow trail he made up and down your spine made you furious; you were trying to do your job, trying to get what you needed and to not be swayed, distracted by the pounding of your heart or the hot breaths you took while sharing the intel. “Sh-she’s asking why the shipments late.” Stopping his hand with your clenching fingers, you pushed his wrist back toward his chest and swore you heard a soft giggle at your side. Coughing, you continued. “It looks like he’s telling her it’ll be here soon.”

“Are the goods on the boat, look closely.” With a sigh, you strained your eyes to see, took in everything that you could in order to see her mouth form the shapes you needed to see.

“Yes!” You shouted a little louder than you anticipated and, because of that, the ambassadors turned toward you. You felt completely see-through under her eyes, a stab of fear shot through your heart when she looked at you, directly at you. In one fell swoop, Childe lifted you in the air and spun you around so much you lost your balance and you weren’t even using your own legs. “Ch-!”

“You said yes!! You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.” He let you slide down his chest but before you could fully grasp it all, he moved in and soon your lips were covered by his. The tight grip you had on his shoulders began to relax, your toes touched the ground but he continued to hold you; arms wrapped around your body, mouth commanding yours with lips so heavy you wondered how he exerted so much pressure onto them. When he released you, the air in your lungs came rushing in all at once while your mind did it’s best to refocus.

Things faded in slowly. Childe’s thank you’s to an applauding crowd, the drifting sound of your heart as it began to slow, the heat of your cheeks as you hid against his chest.

“She’s gone, we should follow her just in case.” He whispered into your hair, hand resting against your back while yours shook against his chest.

“You did that on purpose.”

“What makes you say that, comrade.” Lifting your eyes to see him, taking in every ounce of deviousness that radiated off his skin, you knew this partnership would be the death of you.

“Yo-you shouldn’t tease people like that.”

“Am I not allowed to tease my sweetheart? Where’s the fun in that.”

“I’m not really your sweetheart, remember.”

“Who says?” Childe ran his fingers over your ear until they found the back of your neck and you swore his intentions were clear as he leaned in for another kiss. Why was he so good at this fake dating ruse, it wasn’t fair. Your heart shouldn’t be so affected by this and yet …

“Childe …” Your eyes fluttered closed and you prepared for a kiss that never came. “Childe?”

“Expecting something, comrade? Our friends getting away.” Everything slammed back together as if he had slowly pulled you apart moments ago; how was he able to do that so easily? Frustrated, you clenched your jaw and pushed past him but when he ran after you only to slip his hand into yours it took everything you had to hold back a confused and irritated scream building in your throat while he easily let fall laughter that made your heart weak.

Burning for You

a/n | BASED ON GENSHIN 3.0 LEAKS!⚠️ …okay, so i have a confession. two things… one, i believe in love at first sight. and two, i am hopelessly in love with tighnari. <3 wrote this in a few hours high off of my new fav dendro main so i hope it’s okay! (art credits: u/murasakisumire on reddit)

warnings | character leaks, slight profanity, probably ooc tighnari but i’m having fun with it anyway :)

genre | fluff, smug tighnari likes to tease you

word count | 1.1k

pairing | tighnari x reader

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In the humid wilderness of Sumeru’s lush rainforests, there was no room for error as a forest ranger. It was a matter of life or death—eat or be eaten.

The vast majority of the rainforest was relatively untouched by civilization and teeming with vibrant creatures of all shapes, sizes, and abilities. As a ranger, you were expected to be an expert in animal and vegetation identification, and able to sense danger through disturbances in the surrounding ecosystem.

You had been reminded of this requirement on numerous occasions by your superior, yet somehow you defied all natural laws with how you constantly attracted trouble. Sometimes it’s a simple, easily avoidable mistake on your part, but other times it turned into a horde of enemies charging in your direction with no obvious escape in sight.

As a result, you were assigned under the direct supervision of the Lead Forest Ranger, Tighnari, for special training. But it wasn’t your fault you magically invited danger everywhere you went. At first, you were quite intimidated by the long-eared ranger. You knew he was the best of the best, so the stakes were high. If you messed this up, maybe you really were hopeless.

Expeditions were extremely silent and awkward with your new companion. After a while of suffering from solitude, you had tried to get to know him more, but it proved to be difficult.

“Hey, ‘Nari,” you would inquire softly as he was focused on referencing an encyclopedia from his pack.

An ear would twitch accompanied by a nearly indiscernible hum, eyes not breaking from his work once. “Yes, (Y/N)?”

“Um, do you ever take a break?” you sheepishly asked, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. He raised a brow, promptly closing his book, and touched his chin in thought. Worried you had offended him, you continued, “L-like do you do anything for fun?”

“This is fun, is it not?” Tighnari replied nonchalantly. “I love my work.”

It was true. All Tighnari would ever discuss with you was about Dawson Rainforest. Such was the extent of any line of questioning you could think of. You could rarely ever get a reaction out of him, not that you wanted to tease him—well, maybe you wouldn’t mind to see the quiet and clever Tighnari devolve into a stuttering, blushing mess at least once.

But that is beside the point. You felt ignored and lonely. Breaking the ice was useless. You were going to have to be a lot more forward if you wanted to get Tighnari’s attention.

Which ultimately led you to this moment months later, as you snap out of your thoughts staring at the burning embers rising from the campfire. You like to think your relationship had improved or you understood each other better since then. At the very least, your skills were improving and working with him in a team wasn’t as bad as it used to be.

You both had set up camp together less than an hour ago after completing your duties since you were too far from the main base to lodge for the night. Tighnari had just set his ranger journal aside, pale green eyes locked onto you.

A strange rush of heat spread across your cheeks in embarrassment. You prayed to the Archons it wasn’t noticeable. Had he said something and you completely missed it? Why is he looking at you like that?

You cleared your throat, unsure of what to say since he still scarcely gives you the time of day, “What?”

Perfect. You were such a great conversationalist, you reprimanded yourself silently.

“You were lost in thought,” he observed, lips pursing slightly in disappointment. “I… apologize if I have come across as rude in the past.”

“No!” you insisted, shaking your head frantically and laughing it off. “That’s not why at all. Don’t worry about it. Just feeling bored I guess?”

“You must always remain vigilant. As you can tell, none of the wildlife here seem bored in all their clamoring even in the darkness of night,” Tighnari notes out of habit, but he pauses for a second before shaking his head too and scooting next to you. “But we aren’t on a mission so I suppose I may entertain your antics this time.”

Did the flame of the fire suddenly grow hotter? Your cheeks flushed with another intense wave of heat when Tighnari grew near, surely it wasn’t your Pyro vision acting up. Then again, every time the lead ranger draws close, you swear you can feel the fiery pulse of your vision on your chest. Or was that your heart leaping?

His bright jade eyes flickered knowingly from your vision to meet your skeptical gaze, a playful, smug smile threatening to tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Do you enjoy this, ‘Nari? Making me—!” you accused in shock, words abruptly trailing off as you find yourself nearly admitting your embarrassment. “Argh. This is what you actually do for fun, isn’t it?”

“Me? I could never partake in such fruitless endeavors,” he responded with an innocent wave of his bushy raven tail, rotten mischief dripping from each word on his tongue.

“Oh, but the excitement is just radiating from you, go ahead. I’m ready to hear the great Tighnari speak to me finally,” you retorted sarcastically in a huff.

“I would be more inclined to say it’s written all over you, (Y/N),” his voice lowers as he leans in ever so slightly, tall ears towering over you in an almost intimidating manner. “I’m… not as oblivious as you may think.”

Fuck, the fennec fox never cared to talk to you and the minute he opens his mouth it was your downfall. Your breath hitched subconsciously, the only confirmation Tighnari needed, a sharp-toothed smirk adorning his smug expression. You hated it.

You had quickly learned long ago he had a penchant for teasing and trickery, and you always walked right into his traps. After all this time pushing you away and reeling you back in at will with his wit, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. You were utterly touch-starved and Tighnari reveled in it, lightly grazing the back of his fingers against your hot cheek.

His pearlescent irises glimmered and marveled at you—a predator helplessly enamored with his prey.

“This isn’t fair, ‘Nari,” you whispered, lidded eyes watching with longing as he slowly inches further toward you. The instinct to pull away crosses your mind, just to deny him the victory, but how could you when the promise of his lips was so imminent?

He brushed his nose against yours gently in a loving nuzzle, whispering onto your lips, “Neither is this burning in my heart for you now, is it?”

Tighnari could hardly restrain himself any longer, drinking in your scent like this so intimately, inevitably succumbing to your sweet lips in a passionate display of desire. When he held your cheek or trailed his hand down to your waist, you felt that familiar burst of your Pyro vision glowing alongside his Dendro one—his touch consuming you with an aching need for more.

You almost considered caressing his long ears when he nibbled at your bottom lip, until he broke the kiss with a soft smile and couldn’t resist indulging in your addicting taste once more.

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𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓 𝖒𝖊

akaashi keiji

Something happens when you tell a person you love them. A chemical reaction, a slight hitch in time and the crashing of two massive rain clouds that makes the entire sky rumble. It’s sharp and direct, and Keiji thinks that maybe, maybe “I love you” will never be for him. It might just not be, because that would be a ridiculous leap of faith, and he isn’t ready to be that trusting.

But in your arms he could fall. He could fall and land softly, when looking at you through the empty glass of his sake with his cheek pressed to the wooden table and his glasses slid far down his face.

With your hair tied away from your face and your smile so wide it makes you look a bit too genuine, like someone’s taken a snapshot of your soul, he can believe the sprawling letters of text seen so often in fiction. The sentiment that you’ll know once you meet them.

He might not be ready to be open with you in that way yet, but when your hand hangs by your side while walking you home and your hand seems to ghost over the back of his own, he can see it. And he can look at you when you talk, and see the stars shining in your irises like they somehow came down to earth to possess you.

And he looks, he looks, and longs.

And when you pull him over after waving off a colleague and turn to him with that little glint of sparkling joy, he finds himself reaching. For your hand, your eyes widen a moment. But he hangs on, because dear Gods, it feels so nice to have the friction of your skin against his. Like velvet, like fur, like glass. And you just concede, using the other to hand him a copy of a book he hasn’t read yet. Your favorite, you admit.

And he squeezes your fingers a bit harder before he lets go, allowing you to break him down on the spot when you admit to it.

And this much, he thinks he can handle.

That when you find the present on the corner of your desk across the room from his, gaze swinging around until it lands on him with a question, you’ll know. That when he gives you a copy of that book you both debated over for hours under the loud drumming of the rain and you swore to him it was a horrific masterpiece, he’d never been more exasperated and smitten with a person in his entire life.

And that you’ll understand that while he thinks being ridiculous is your greatest feat, the only words that are left on his tongue when it comes to you, are “I love you”.

synopsis. shy akaashi and a lot of making out

pairing. akaashi x gender neutral! reader

genre. established relationship, fluff

warning. this is making out and grinding so it’s kind of suggestive! nsfw(?), it doesn’t go any further but it’s implied :]

akaashi is so kissable.

with the red tint on his cheeks, and the way his hair is looking so disheveled. with his shy smile, and the way his fingers are buried into the dip of your hips. you’d give anything to continue pressing your lips into his for the entirety of your life.

and if not for the rest of your life, then at least for a couple more hours while the sun is still up - and while akaashi’s roommate is very much not in their dorm yet.

your mouths are still parted, from the slow and shy kissing that had taken place mere seconds ago. you think it also might be because you can no longer control your breath, evident in your heavy exhales as akaashi moves to caress your bare skin under your shirt.

you wonder how he does it, keeping his breath for that long in comparison to you who’s so very clearly trying to recompose yourself. you think it might be because he’s an athlete — it’s most definitely because he is, and you don’t complain.

he’s patient, lips moving to whisper sweet words of ‘i love you’ and ‘i want to spend my whole life with you’, and the way he’s looking at you with his doe eyes is enough to send you back into his lips.

he doesn’t mind, almost immediately returning it with the same amount of passion, and yet the same shyness.

akaashi keiji, your damn kissable boyfriend, still gets shy around you.

“my pretty baby.” he’s unrestrained with his words. he’s like that when you manage to catch him deep into his feelings, which happens more often than not.

“you make me so happy.” and it’s so hard not to strip him off his clothes when quiet groans and whines are leaving his lips from the simple gesture of you shifting on his lap.

he thinks he’s a goner when you pull at the tips of his hair, and especially when you’re shyly rolling your hips against his. and he doesn’t remember how your shirt’s discarded by the end of his bed, but he’s got a slight clue it might’ve happened when you moaned into his lips the moment he bucked his hips up to match with your pace.

on most days, he’d be embarrassed by how quick he got hard when he pulled you on his lap, but he’s too distracted by the way you’re trailing kisses down his neck to even think about it. he didn’t know you were so talented with your mouth, the same way you’ve praised his fingers before.

“darling, you’re so good to me.” his eyes are shut close, and he’s squeezing your hips to slow down your movements because he’s afraid he might come already, because he doesn’t want to quite yet. he wants the moment to go on longer, nevermind the fact that his face is beet red and he’s desperately tugging you even closer than you already were.

“love it when you do that.” he enjoys the way you tug at his hair, or the way you’re biting down on his neck, or the way you’re guiding his hands to rest on your ass. but he doesn’t allow himself to have all the fun so he hooks your chin with his fingers to bring your face in front of his.

and you could’ve sworn you saw the slight hint of mischief in his gaze before he’s nipping at your neck, tongue running over the visible marks that are forming.

“wanna return the favor, my love.”

akaashi keiji is kissable. he’s always so meticulous with his mouth, and he knows just how to use them.

note. this is all i’ll ever think about 😄

okay but have we considered waking up with rindou cause idk he's pretty and he's probably pretty when he sleeps and yeah i wanna kiss his face pls and ty

[ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ] — 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

you wake up to the bed shifting, rindou’s body turning to face you as he adjusts the sheets. shuffling closer, you grin, kissing his bare chest while his eyes stay closed. you know he’s shifted to block the sun from your eyes with his body—though he’ll never admit it—but now that you’re awake, you don’t think you want to fall back asleep.

not with the sight that’s greeting you.

“quit staring,” he says flatly, not even looking at you to know your eyes are fixed on him. pouting, you rest your chin on his pec as you look up. his jawline looks incredibly kissable from this angle, the sharpness and well defined slant making your stomach do somersaults. so you do, leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw, trailing a few down until you reach his chin.

“why?” you murmur. “i could be admiring you, instead.”

“y/n, go to sleep,” he snaps, lifting the blanket up and covering your head with it. giggling, you poke your face out, meeting his irritated one as he stares down at you. his eyes are soft, though, staring at you with love that he hides behind his irises, the gentleness he keeps stowed away peeking through his orbs when you cup his cheek.

“can’t,” you grin. “you’re too pretty,” you whisper. moving up, you kiss his cheeks, then his nose, and lastly, his forehead. rindou’s utterly tired of you. each day there’s a new reason he adds to his list of why you’re much too troublesome for his time, but he can never seem to let you go. you hold his heart with a vice grip, you just keep coming even when he’s pushing, and you stay. when he comes home expecting you to be gone, just when he thinks he’s shaken you off, you’re waiting for him, latching on and holding tighter.

and try as he might, he can’t forget about you. not the way your hands cradle his face, not the way you gently tend to the wounds he comes home with, not the way you reach for his hand in your sleep with a smile on your face, and not the way your soft lips feel against his rough and chapped ones. everything about you is engraved into the smallest crevice of his heart and mind and soul, and he hates you—he can’t stand that you make him love you.

“i hate it when you open your mouth,” he grumbles. despite his words, his arm curls around your body and tugs it down against his chest. “and you missed a spot.” and when you tilt your head up, batting your eyelashes at him innocently, he purses his lips at you. you did it on purpose, he realizes, but he still leans down and kisses you softly on the lips—and it’s somewhat needy, even.

“you know what you are?” you hum, rubbing your thumb over the warm skin of his cheek. “a pretty boy,” you whisper. “you’re a really pretty boy, you know that?”

“great, thank you. now sleep,” he sighs. “it’s still early,” he adds, voice a bit softer.

“you’ll be gone by the time i wake up,” you pout, burying your face into his chest. his hand rubs circles into the small of your back, and in his head, rindou promises he’ll do everything he can to return to you by dinner time. he’ll sit and have it with you—because he knows you’ll wait to eat when he gets back, just like you always insist, and he hates the thought of you sitting with an empty stomach.

but you’re stubborn, he knows that. it’s why you’ve weaseled your way into his life in the first place.

“i’ll wake you before i go,” he mutters. “you can do my tie since you like doing it so much.” inwardly, he melts a little at the smile he feels against his skin.

“promise?”

“are you serious?”

“rin, come on,” you insist, poking his chest. he rolls his eyes at you, just like he always does. but he caves, just like he always does.

“fine. i promise.”

and the words mean more than that. i love you, they whisper, the meaning weaving into your mind the same way his fingers do with yours. i love you.

Found My Home

Pairing: Inumaki Toge x reader 

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: Blood mention but nothing severe. Pure fluff, SFW. No gendered terms are used for reader.

A/N: For sweet @mid-night-blossoms​mid-night-blossoms​ 500 follower Flower collab. I am very excited, Inumaki is my soft boy besides Yuta but I hardly write dialogue and who’s a better fit?

Flower: White Carnation: Pure love, innocence 

There is beauty in tender care and loving silence, a symphony of emotions in words unspoken when skinship yearns to become more intimate. Lingering touches, shoulders knocked together playfully and fingers brushing against one another when walking on a street closer together than necessary. Laughter that aches so jovially and smiles that never fade. 

He’s fiercely protective of his friends, Toge tells himself that’s why he watches out for you often when in a crowded setting or when you’re talking to someone he’s never met before. You’re so trusting, welcoming, a warming presence he gravitates to often. He believes you’re too good for this world, that your heart and soul would truly be the end to curses by their warmth alone. You’re a healing aura he can’t help but gravitate to, how fiercely you care for others and the worry that etches into your features for their health. 

Toge can’t help the way his heart races the first time you see the toll his cursed speech takes on him, the raw pain of the ordeal. He is powerful and effective but you can’t help but lament, agonize over the severity of the abuse. He smiles and waves it away, it’s not very convincing considering the blood that stains his lips and trails down his chin. You can see how tired he is, skin slick with sweat from the exertion. You chastise him, tell him it’s not ‘no big deal’ in the flippant manner he dismisses it. 

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