Hi! Can I Request An One Shot Or Head Cannon With Akaashi And Iwaizumi Where You’re Manager At Training

UM NAT YOU KNOW WHAT IM ABOUT TO ASK BUT

can you do my favorite song (you know cause you complain that I play it too much 😔🥺🥰) and akaashi?

that’s really if you can love <3333

HI SEQ THANK U FOR THE REQUEST i hope you like it.....i feel like i didn’t do it justice gklshgklsdgh hope u enjoy bb <3

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empty cups : charlie puth

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the apartment-- house-- room?-- wherever you are-- is hot and crowded and loud, but you can’t help but feel addicted to the rush of energy you get from being here. maybe following bokuto’s invite was a good thing. 

you’re not sure what’s in the cup you’re holding--it’s spiked. definitely. the flavor is lost on your tongue as you throw back yet another cup and throw it out in the kitchen. 

from the corner of your eye, you spot bokuto talking to another one of his friends--the tall one with the weird black hair. you’re about to approach them to start a conversation when another person catches your attention from across the room. 

it’s akaashi. hands around a red plastic cup, eyes trained on you until you notice him--then his eyes flit to the side and you find it way too endearing for your own good. 

you smile. perfect opportunity, right there. 

tipsy and playful, you grin widely at your black-haired friend, approaching him quickly with a jump in your step until you sidle up to him and he returns the expression. there’s a cute little gleam in his eyes as he smiles at you. it makes you lose your breath. 

“hi.” 

“hi.” 

it’s an awkward greeting, but you both delve off into stupid giggles. (he’s not tipsy, judging by the leftover liquid in his cup, but he laughs like he is. it makes your head fuzzier than it already is.)

“having fun?” you ask him. his eyes shift to the side and he drones out an ‘uhh…’ before responding. 

“not really my favorite place. it’s alright, i guess.” a pause, then, “it’s nice with you here, though.” 

oh. oh wow, fuck. a small smile lifts on his lips as he watches your expression turn flustered. cheeky motherfucker. 

a low chuckle escapes you as you snap back to your senses. “you think i’m the only nice part about the party?” it’s meant to be a simple joke, one that flusters him and makes his face flush and ears warm, but when he looks up at you, expression steadfast and unmoving, you know you’ve gotten yourself into something. 

“i guess you are. it’d be even nicer if it was just you, though.” 

holy shit. stupid boy. stupid drinks. akaashi is smiling--a genuine one, it’s not just cocky, but there’s certainly a hint of achievement in his expression. 

“okay.” you’re short-circuiting. two syllables is the most you can get out in a five second time span so you take a minute to recover. “why don’t we leave, then?”

he nods in agreement, smile still stuck on, and your thoughts are filled with ‘kiss him stupid kiss him stupid’ as you grab his hand and lead him out.  

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request: megumi and yuuji with a really touchy touchy affectionate s/o but gets easily flustered if you reciprocate their actions please 🥺 — yuuji ver!

pairings: itadori yuuji x touchy! reader

notes: just pure fluff~ i really loved this concept, thank you for the request!

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[2:46 PM] it’s hard to get your hands off yuuji.

you can’t explain where this sudden need to touch him came from. you haven’t always been this way, but the moment you and yuuji began dating, there’s almost never a time where your skin is not on his.

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should i say, “i love you.” | kenma

Synopsis: How far can “I love you,” take you if “I don’t know,” is what’s been on repeat for six years now? In which Kenma has a habit of shrugging his shoulders when faced with choice, while you’re on the opposite end, realizing that sometimes– to want isn’t always selfish.

Characters: Kozume Kenma

Genre/Tags: Slice of Life, Long term relationship, Hurt/Comfort, A leedle angst | WC: 10,400+

a/n: this piece was commed by @keisukesbaji​ ily x a million 

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commissions | ko-fi

It’s never been a comfort how for most of your life, you’ve found that you lived through quite a series of “I don’t knows.”

Like just going with the flow, you think. You’re content with what’s there, because what’s there works. While being stagnant wasn’t a comfort, the fact that hurt could become avoidable was. So you worked like that, because it’s what you knew.

Morning was defined by seven AM and night at seven PM. You had cereal for breakfast, or rice if you wanted a full meal, and ate what was the most convenient for lunch and dinner. From the food on your plate to the plans that fell on your lap, you like to think that it wasn’t a matter of serious planning but rather just acceptance of what’s there.

You didn’t mind, because you didn’t hurt. And what didn’t hurt—couldn’t shouldn’t be able to bother you all too bad.

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I came to check on your blog and i see that the requests are open again 🤩 can we get Ray, Suit Saeran and GE Saeran's reaction to MC suddenly giving them a back hug while saying that she loves them? Thank you!

I needed a bit of a pick-me-up so this is perfect :) Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! 

Ray

Ray would be a stuttering, blushing mess.

Ray knows that you have him wrapped around your finger. Whether you realize it or not, your every word and action affects him deeply.

You’re all that Ray sees, but he doesn’t think that he deserves you.

You’re the center of the universe. You shine so brightly that he can barely see. And Ray considers himself the scum of the earth. 

He knows that it’s wrong, but he can’t keep himself away from you.

You’re out together one day, wandering in the gardens. It’s the place Ray loves to take you the most. He gets to see you, the flowers, and the clouds in the sky- all of his favourite things. He feels like he can breathe a bit easier when he’s here with you.

Ray has his back turned to you and he’s speaking to you, smiling down at a white gardenia as his fingers brush against the tip of one of the petals.

It’s the perfect opportunity. You approach Ray from behind and wrap your arms around him without a word.

He nearly jumps out of his skin, his heart leaping into his throat. A small yell escapes his mouth, swallowed by the flora.

To say you scared him would be an understatement. Ray’s usually pretty guarded, and he wouldn’t have been expecting this at all.

“I love you,” you’d mumble into him, and Ray would freeze. His face would be flushed a deep red. He can’t think past the rapid beating of his heart. 

There was no way that he’d heard that. You would never say something so gentle. Not to Ray- he doesn’t deserve to hear those words from you.

“You-” he’d stammer a few times, his mind spinning so quickly that words get jumbled. “You- I- I don’t-”

Ray can’t speak properly. He’s sure you think he’s an idiot.

“It’s okay,” you’d say, tightening your grip just a bit. You know that this is hard for him. You know that he’s been denied the love and affection that he deserves. You’re not sure how to remedy that, or even if you can, but you certainly want to try.

Ray doesn’t say anything else. Slowly, his hands would cover yours, curling around your fingers. He knows that he doesn’t deserve you, but he can’t help himself. 

He feels warm and safe when you’re there. He feels like the world can’t get to him and tear him apart when you’re nearby.

If only this feeling could last forever.

Suit Saeran

If you’re looking for a fight, this is a good way to get it.

It might actually be a bit tough to pull this off. Suit Saeran’s usually so busy demeaning you that he doesn’t often have his back to you. It’s a sign of vulnerability. You’d really have to time this right.

But if you do manage to sneak up behind Suit and wrap your arms around him, expect him to freeze.

“I love you,” you’d mumble into his back, the fabric of his suit pressed against your cheek.

It might take him a second to realize what’s going on.

Did you actually have the audacity to come up to him and hug him like this? To touch him so freely? To speak to him like you care? Do you think that you can wander around and do whatever you want? 

Once Suit regains his senses he’d instantly react with aggression.

“What are you doing?!” He’d snap. “Don’t you dare look down on me!”

Suit would wrench your hands apart to get out of your embrace. He’d throw you a nasty glare the second he turns around again, but it’s clear that he’s rattled.

“You’re getting arrogant, toy,” his voice would be low, but the rage is so loud it hurts your ears. “Don’t go around thinking you can do whatever you want. Don’t you dare touch me so easily.”

Suit sounds like he’s seconds away from lashing out at you even more, but he doesn’t.

You stand there and meet his gaze. You don’t say anything, but you don’t falter, either. That quiet strength and resolve is what Suit hates the most. It absolutely infuriates him..

No matter what he does to you, you never seem to break. He could twist you until you bend in half, but you’d still never snap.

Suit hates it. He hates you.

Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself.

“Consider yourself lucky I don’t have time for you right now,” he’d snap as he makes his way towards the door, this time keeping his eyes on you. He speaks like he’s trying to burn you alive. 

“Just stay in here and rot.”

And he’d slam the door behind him.

Even once he’s back in his room, Suit’s cursing you out to himself. He’s bothered. He doesn’t understand what goes on in your head, and he hates the way that he’s feeling right now.

You should be afraid of him. You should be trembling at the very sight of him, working yourself to the bone to please him. But you’re not.

For whatever reason, you care. And Suit can’t wrap his head around that.

And for the rest of the night, he’s pissed off. You never leave his head, and he hates you for it.

GE Saeran

Show Saeran affection, and he’s putty in your hands.

Saeran loves to hold you. He loves to kiss you. He loves running his thumb across the apples of your cheeks, holding your hand, and gazing at you as you go about your day.

You’re an enigma. You’re the center of his universe. You make every day better than the last. Saeran hopes to tell you that with every touch, every kiss, and every hug.

But Saeran loves it just as much when you initiate the affection.

He knows that you love him, of course. He trusts you and your relationship with him more than anything. But these small reminders that he pops into your head from time to time make Saeran melt.

You show Saeran affection quite often. It’s hard not to. He’s warm and inviting, and he feels like home. So when you see Saeran standing outside, his back to you, you know that you can’t miss this opportunity.

You manage to silently come up behind Saeran and snake your arms around him from behind. He jumps a little bit.

“Ah-!” Saeran, rigid at first, relaxes when he realizes it’s you.

He laughs a little bit, but you can tell he’s still coming down from the initial shock. “I didn’t know you were there, darling. You surprised me.”

You can’t help smiling into his back. You lace your fingers together. “I love you, Saeran,” you’d say.

Something about him makes you feel comfortable and safe. Like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

Though you’re not facing Saeran, you can practically see the look in his eyes. It’s the same one he always gives you when he’s overcome by feelings. It’s soft, gentle, and makes you feel a bit weak at the knees.

You feel Saeran’s hands cover yours, pulling them apart gently, just enough for him to get the wiggle room to turn around and face you. 

You clasp your hands behind his back, looking up at him as his eyes meet yours. 

There’s so much adoration in them that you could melt. You can’t imagine that anyone could love anything this much, but the flush in Saeran’s cheeks tells you that his feelings for you are very real and very genuine.

Saeran’s hands find their way to your cheeks, where they lay softly. He holds you like you’re glass.

Saeran leans down and presses a gentle, slow kiss to your lips.

“I love you too,” his voice is low, and his breath ghosts across your lips. You feel warm.

You’re the center of Saeran’s world. You’re the reason everything makes sense- the reason it all came together in the end. The reason he could find freedom and happiness.

When Saeran tells you he loves you, you believe it.

night dreamer

pairing: akaashi keiji x reader

quick drabble, a little angsty

You’re not really sleeping, but Akaashi thinks you are. 

Akaashi thinks a lot. When he whispers to you at night, you can’t help but listen. He talks about everything and anything; work, the cats he meets on the way to work, the nice old ladies who offer him gifts on the way home. He prays that his co-workers will make his life easier, just this once. He thinks about his old teammates a lot, he even misses being on a team sometimes, but he thinks he finds adulthood more straightforward and he likes that he has you. 

You make sure to lay still and keep your face relaxed, even when he says something unintentionally funny, you pinch yourself if you must to keep from laughing. 

Sometimes he comes so close that his breath fans across your face and you wonder if he knows you’re really awake. 

You never say anything in the morning and he never asks. 

When he whispers things which are too personal or painful, things he may not really want you to hear at all, you try to sink into darkness for his sake–into that moment where awareness and certainty isn’t tangible, so when you wake up the next day you cannot tell if his words were dream or reality. You can’t alway quite grasp it, however, and there are days where you find yourself walking around feeling riddled with his secrets. 

(It feels almost like a punishment, the recurring dream you have on nights where you feel guilty. 

He is alone, so alone and you cannot reach him. You try to hold him with ephemeral arms only for them to pass right through him. Your vanishing voice calls out for him, but he cannot hear. It’s in the moment where your fingers pulse as though they’re filled with fire, that if you reach out in that instant you’ll be able to touch him–that’s when you wake up. 

The next day, you always hold onto him tight, like he’ll disappear if you let go for even a moment.)

You’re very close to sleep tonight, if he had only waited a few minutes more you wouldn’t have heard. His murmurs are filled with affection and promise, you become conscious at the end of one of his musings. 

“…When we marry, I’ll take care of you. You’ll never have to worry about anything as long as I’m here.”

Against your will, your eyes pop open, and Akaashi’s deep blue orbs are right there, staring back at you. 

You’ve always found it funny how he exhibits shock; his facial expression doesn’t change at all, though sometimes when he’s particularly surprised his eyes might widen just a fraction, he doesn’t move a muscle as though he were a prey animal at the mercy of its predator. What gives him away is how he basically stops breathing, his chest constricts and the air blowing through his nose hastens its pace as he begins to lose air capacity. 

When he recovers, the sound of him inhaling is rather deep, “Did you hear?”

You nod, “I’m sorry.”

His tone is careful, hesitant, “Is it–does it sound like something you want?”

“Did you mean it?”

A look of offense sweeps past his face, he reaches out to brush away the tinges of sleep in your eyes, “Of course. Every word.”

Your hand cups his chin, thumb stroking the underside of it admiringly as though he were made of precious stone, and you lean in to kiss him. 

“I can’t wait.”

「𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒」 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔

not proofread! | just high school!chifuyu being an cute coward | baji's about to punch some sense into him istg | fluff fluff fluff | casually ignores my almost finished requests

baji scowled at chifuyu as he caught him staring at your figure once again. you were seated in front of the boys, quietly solving a few math exercices due to today, hand running through your hair whenever you started growing even more annoyed with the letters and numbers written all over your notebook.

meanwhile, chifuyu was holding his pen a few millimeters away from his own notebook, cheek resting on his free hand as his eyes couldn't help but stray back to run over your features he knew all too much now, ignoring the way keisuke was glaring at him and kicking his shin and repeatedly asking him to focus, chifuyu - although he hasn't even opened his math book yet.

you looked up at your friends, chuckling slightly as you noticed how they started bickering and chifuyu's mouth closed immediately at the sound, a smile tugging at his lips when he looked back at you only to find you already staring.

"chifuyu," you called out and the boy's heart's pace turned rapid, cheeks turning rosy at the sudden attention, "do you need help with math? i don't really get it either, but i can help a little if you wanna," you said, already gathering your supplies so you could kick baji out of his seat beside chifuyu so you could sit next to him.

"y-yeah, i wouldn't mind some help," the blonde cursed himself for stuttering under his breath and you snorted at that earning a blush from the boy.

baji rolled his eyes, already moving places without you needing to get physical with the issue and he rolled his eyes even more dramatically as he watched you and his best friend lean over the book while you explained to him the different formulas and how to use them - yet with the way chifuyu kept looking back at you, keisuke was convinced the information slipping past your lips wasn't even getting to his brain let alone his ears.

"do you get it now?" you asked, leaning back a little to watch chifuyu solve the problem on his own and baji's frown deepened when he saw that his friend actually managaed to stare at you and understand what you were saying.

keisuke shifted his attention from chifuyu to you and a smirk tugged at his lips when he noticed the soft look in your eyes while your eyes followed chifuyu's pen run over his notebook, easily solving the problem despite a few mistakes here and there.

"you got it better than me, fuyu," you laughed, taking the pen from his grip and chifuyu hated how the ghost of your touch had his insides all fluttering and warm and got butterflies to errupt in his stomach.

you quickly corrected the few little mistakes he made and baji noted the way you were pruposely leaning a little closer than necessary and how your smile seemed softer, gentler whenever it was for chifuyu and how you always payed unwavering attention to whatever he had to say even if you weren't truly interested.

i swear if you don't shoot your shot, keisuke mouthed at his friend when you were still looking down and said-friend only scowled at him, rolling his eyes and shaking his head making keisuke bite the inside of his cheek, wondering if a few punches could make chifuyu man the fuck up a little.

"you actually did a good job," you said, unknowingly interrupting the silent argument they were having and chifuyu's gaze turned fond as he looked back at you. "i have to go ask the teacher a few questions, right now, i'll see you guys later in class then," you continued, entrusting your bag and supplies to the two boys before standing up.

before stepping out of the room, you leaned down towards chifuyu, pressing your lips to his cheek in a tender kiss and baji gasped a little too dramatically while chifuyu blinked up at you in surprise, cheeks turning crimson and heart thumping loudly in his chest and you couldn't help but chuckle at his expression.

"let's go on a date after classes," you told him, waving at him and baji before leaving the class, humming happily and leaving a flustered chifuyu and shocked baji behind you.

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truthfully, miserably. [m. fushiguro]

the truth came to him like a drowning man’s first breath, but came far too late; you were already long gone.

cw: literally just angst. 

wc: 1.5k.

note: this doesn’t even have a plot??? it’s just me directing my bummed out energy on my poor baby megumi i feel so bad i have to like write him fluffly headcanons or something after this.

“you’re lying.” 

megumi stiffened his body to suppress the shudder that passed through him. he worried that those words would haunt him for the rest of his life. 

how terrifying it was to watch himself become undone by those two words. he’d known himself to be an honest man, a good man. it didn’t ever occur to him that lying about something as intangible, inconsequential as his own feelings could hurt someone; could make him a worse person. 

“it’s not the right time. i’m too busy to worry about you more than i already do.”

it had been an easy lie. so easy that he was mildly convinced of it himself until the moment you’d pulled it to pieces before him and turned your back on him with a suitcase in one hand. 

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Haikyuu Boys and their kisses 

Characters: various x reader 

Summary: Just some head cannons of where and how I think the haikyuu boys like kissing you 

Genre: fluffy fluff fluff 

a/n: Hey besties! sorry for being so inactive lately here’s a little something to make up for it and I promise I’m gonna try my best to post regularly and tysm for all the love on the tiktok prank series it means so much to me anyways enjoy! 

1. Traces your lips softly with their thumb before kissing you

- OIKAWA, Yamaguchi, SUNA, Konoha, Kenma, Matsukawa, SUGAWARA, Asahi, AKAASHI, Osamu, Aran, SEMI 

2. The super long passionate kiss that wasn’t intended

- IWAIZUMI, Kuroo, Atsumu, Akaashi, Sugawara, Daichi, Tsukishima, SAKUSA, Kita 

3. Kisses that travel from your lips to your neck

- Oikawa, KUROO, Atsumu, Daishou, SEMI, Terushima, Matsukawa, SUNA, Nishinoya, Aran, Sugawara 

4. Eyelid kisses 

- OIKAWA, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, YAMAGUCHI, Sugawara, SUNA, Atsumu, Sakusa, Tsukishima, Matsukawa, Kunimi, SEMI, Akaashi, Kiyoko 

5. The playful kiss on the tip of your nose

- KUROO, Sugawara, Atsumu, Terushima, Suna, Matsukawa, Kunimi, Oikawa, Tendou, Tanaka, Kiyoko, BOKUTO 

6. Kisses on the inside of your wrist

- SUGAWARA, OIKAWA, Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Kenma, SUNA, Daichi, Sakusa, SEMI, Akaashi, Osamu, Daishou 

7. Shoulder Blade kisses

- IWAIZUMI, Kuroo, Oikawa, Matsukawa, Suna, Atsumu, Sakusa, Sugawara, Kiyoko, Ushijima, Semi, Akaashi, Daichi 

8. Kisses that leave you breathless 

- Oikawa, KUROO, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Suna, Atsumu, Sakusa, Akaashi, Yamaguchi, Sugawara, Semi

9. Temple kisses 

- AKAASHI, Sugawara, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Sakusa, Kita, Aran, Semi, Tsukishima, Kunimi, Osamu, Ushijima

jaw kisses with saeyoung or perish... i want tension 🤠🤠🤠 thanks love u

you asked for tension so i gave you tension. love u

playful | saeyoung choi

warnings: sheeeeeesh (horny) aka. uh. not smut but it sure does get close sometimes. also heavily implied smut. h e a v i l y.

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Sunlight drips through their curtains and onto the linen sheets of their bed. Saeyoung groans at the way it hits his eyes, turning away from the window and towards her. He burrows his face into the area between her shoulder and the pillow she lays on, wrapping an arm around her bare waist to pull her closer.

She hums at his touch. “Is it really morning already?” She asks, sleep still evident in the lilt of her voice. She brings one of her hands down to his that lays against her skin, placing her fingers in the empty spaces between his.

“No,” Saeyoung replies, the sound of his voice muffled by her flesh, “not if we fall back asleep.”

Laughter pulls her away from him, shifting her further towards the edge of the bed. He feels as she shakes her head, and then shifts, forcing his hand further down to her hips as she sits up, casting her legs over the side of their bed.

“C’mon, Saeyoung,” She says, “We should get going.” He feels her weight shift as she stretches, hears her joints pop as she moves. He turns his head so he can see her fully, and catches a sight of none other than perfection.

Her bare back lays in front of him, her arms stretched high over her head as she stretches. The sun casts a golden glow onto her, highlighting the highs and casting shadows over the divots in her torso.

His breath is no longer his own. It stutters as it escapes him, his hands no longer calm and steady. He can hardly comprehend the way she moves, the way the muscles in her back give to her demands so easily.

He supposes he can hardly blame them. He, too, follows her beck and call. He, too, follows her movements with ease and gives way to her without ever having a thought.

She pulls her hair up and away from her neck, forming it into a bun held only by her delicate fingers. Her neck tilts to let the wind of their ceiling fan catch it, creating soft chills that travel down her spine.

He almost envies the way the chills get to live under her skin—the way they get to move with her and be a part of her without even knowing. Yet, he does not envy them for not knowing their own presence.

At the thought of them, he drags his hand up from her hip, and with the light touch of his middle finger, follows the shadows in the valley of her spine, feeling the way those chills raise under the wake of his touch. Her back arches beneath him and her head falls to the side, a sigh escaping her nose.

“Saeyoung,” She warns, her voice more like a melody than an actual wish for caution. Still, she leans into his touch, melting into his fingers. He hums, still too entrenched by sleep for his words to be fully formed when he speaks.

“Yes?” He replies, voice low and gravelly with the memory of nightfall. She doesn’t respond to him, only intakes a contented breath as his fingers travel back up her spine and onto her shoulders. His touch traces patterns between her freckles that lay there, figure-eights and randomly formed, languid shapes becoming nothing more than muscle memory for him.

When another breath escapes her and she releases her hair from her fingers as his touch falls down from her shoulder onto her upper arm, he takes the invitation to sit up. He wraps one arm around her waist, the other lightly tangling his fingers in her hair, moving it off of her neck.

He presses his lips just behind her ear, and her head falls further onto her opposite shoulder. One of her hands falls to grasp his forearm that lays at her waist, allowing him to continue to trace shaky patterns into her stomach.

“You’re shaking,” She states, running her hand up his arm to feel as his fingers move unsteadily against hers. “Are you nervous?”

“No,” He lies, “Only excited to bring you back to bed.” She laughs and her head bows, moving away from his lips, but she’s quick to sit back up again.

At that, he leans further into her, kissing behind her ear again, and then below it. He moves around her until he’s kissing the back of her jaw. She leans into his lips as he moves, and he can hardly hold back the smile that begins to form on them.

“I think it’s working,” He hums. She groans at him, shaking her head.

“You’re awfully playful this morning,” She replies, but she doesn’t move away from him. Instead, her hand moves to allow him more freedom against her waist. He presses the pads of his fingers lightly into her hips, feeling as more chills rise against her skin.

“Playful’s a word for it.” His lips press to her jaw as she scoffs at him, her lips barely parting as the breath escapes her.

“Perhaps bold is a better choice of words, then,” She replies. Now he laughs, his head falling onto her shoulder and burying into the crook of her neck. The hand that’s holding her hair off of her neck travels down to her waist to mirror the other, now both hands pressing into her hips.

“We have work to do,” She offers as another warning, but it’s weak as her head leans on top of his, one of her hands coming up to tangle into his hair.

“Is there any work that can’t wait only a while longer?” He asks. He melts into the hand that plays with his hair, letting out uneven breaths beneath her fingertips.

“I have emails…” She begins, but allows herself to trail off. Saeyoung smiles into her flesh, pressing a kiss to the junction of her neck and shoulder.

“I have a feeling those can wait for an hour,” He replies. She laughs, quiet and breathy. He raises his head away from her shoulder as she turns back to him, finally allowing him to see her full face.

Her eyes are barely open, her lips red and the corners of her mouth upturned into the beginnings of a smile. Stray pieces of hair lay in front of her eyes, and he moves a hand away from her hips to brush it out of the way. She catches his hand as it lingers against her skin, feeling the way it shakes in hers.

“You’re a better liar when I can’t touch you,” She says. She releases his hand so it can trace her jaw, his thumb pressing against the center of her lips before unsteadily dragging away.

“You can’t blame me for that,” He whispers, his voice dropping an octave as his gaze meets hers. “You’ve always made me nervous, babe.”

His hands can’t touch her enough. Even as one lays on her jaw and the other on her hip, he can’t meet enough of his skin with hers. His hand travels up to her waist and then back down again, feeling the way her torso curves. He softly grips into the skin there, and she sighs again, her breath now fanning onto his lips. He inches closer to her without thinking, but their lips don’t quite meet.

If he could, he would crawl into her body through her breath. He would become her muscles, the raise of her skin against the cold. He’d guide her movement until he couldn’t anymore, until time grew to be too much for both of them.

So how could he ever deny his nerves around her? How could he ever deny the way she shoots adrenaline into his veins until he’s running on nothing but endorphins and her touch on his soul?

She leans in to kiss him, finally. She turns fully now, so she can hang her arms around his neck and move her fingers into his hair. His fingers grip at the flesh on her hips and trace along the skin at her lower back.

When they part, she leans her forehead against his, laughter biting at her voice.

“The emails can wait two hours,” She says, and then presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He hums, and then presses his lips down from her lips onto her jaw once more.

“Playful,” She states as he kisses her, “Most definitely playful.”

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Rated: SFW — Angst

Author note: lmao, good luck with interpreting this. If you have any troubles with the latim terms pls hmu.

Warnings: impaired mental state, hallucinations and illness.

Foramen magnum 

With your closed eyes, you could see him.

The ethereal features were engraved in the back of your mind: the ice-cold blue eyes, the placid face and the raven locks crowning his head. The portrayal of perfection.

"What are you thinking of?" The male laying by your side asked.

"Nothing important, actually." You replied, trying to diverge his attention. Your skin prickled under his touch, fingers caressing the flushed complexion of your cheeks. It didn't sparkle, though.

"It doesn't seem unimportant if you're shedding a tear or two, sweetheart." The man pointed out, slightly worried. A pang was felt in the back of your head.

It felt like a heresy to say he wasn't important. How could you dare to say it, when his name alone was enough to give reason to your entire existence?

"I'm just being weird, don't worry about me, love." You opened your eyes to see his unabashed features, words rolling out of your tongue like honey.

His mouth curved in a light beam, eyes softening at sight of you. The moment felt static, as if time stopped only for you two.

Laying in a bed of flowers and greens, the homey scent hanging in the air, everything felt right.

And the realization settled within thoughts in a dreadful sensation.

Your mind went frantic, heart missing a beat when the breath hitched in your throat.

Hands took a hold of your shoulders, shaking your body while. Pleas went deaf inside of your ears and all your mind could register was the ruffling of ash-blond locks.

Konoha Akinori wasn't Akaashi Keiji.

Ictus cordis

The touch soothed your nerves and you could feel your heart calming inside your ribcage.

You stared lovingly at him, taking into the peaceful face; closed eyelids hid the eyes you loved the most and his pale complexion melted into the bed of feathers.

The world was white canvas and he was the only one to bring colors into it.

Fingertips ran in the expanse of your flesh, painting your body with invisible fire. The tender gesture was enough to make you feel like the most loved person in existence.

With the simple act, your heart swelled and its pace quickened within your chest.

"Why don't you sleep, angel?" Hand caressed your torso, ghosting over your ribs.

"If I close my eyes, I won't be able to see you, Keiji." You meekly responded, afraid of tainting the scenery.

"But you can't really see me, angel. Not with these orbs of yours, it is." The low tone blared inside your mind as his figure vanished in the front of your eyes.

The product of your imagination was cruel, yet, what hurted the most was the heart pounding against the left corner of your ribcage.

Akaashi Keiji wasn't real.

Delirium tremens

Stillness became a welcoming feeling.

After being in silence for so long, loneliness turned out to be an excellent company — so excellent you could ignore the other presence inside the room.

"Why won't you look at me?" The unknown guest asked.

You refused to look at anything other than the white wall in front of you. You were too tired to interact with people. Why would you, when the pitying glances did nothing to help your state?

"Angel?"

The voice broke the static lullaby, wrecking the peace you unwillingly built within the last months.

It couldn't be, could it?

Looking at the far corner of the room, there he was. Black hair and blue eyes, aiming at you with the softness you saw only once, in the eyes of another man whose name you couldn't remember.

Your lower lip quivered as emotion overtook you.

Keiji smiled.

Overneath the hospital bed, your body shook.

"Haven't you missed me?" The man asked, tilting his head.

You closed your eyes and left out a ragged breath. He disappeared once again.

The idea of Akaashi Keiji wasn't good for you.

— and yet, you couldn't ignore the void as your body crashed in abstinence.

How could you miss someone that never existed?

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