When It Snows. 

oikawa, the immature yet patient boyfriend, that takes you wherever he goes because he just loves being around you.

oikawa, who grows restless at night when you’re not there beside him and finds it hard to stop thinking about you.

oikawa, who’s more passionate about you than he ever has been about volleyball.

oikawa, who takes iwaizumi’s taunts and teases just to be able to look at you and call you his.

oikawa, who loves when you come to game night with the seijoh 4, but doesn’t appreciate when mattsun asks you to be his partner to piss tooru off.

oikawa, who always allows you to steal his hoodies and shirts no matter what, but loves them even more when you give them back and they smell distinctly of you.

that oikawa boy that happens to love you so much that he hesitates to accept the offer to go play for argentina’s volleyball team because it upset you so much.

oikawa, the boy who loves when you agree to watch movies with him, even if they’re the shitty alien movies he enjoys so much.

oikawa, the boy who accepts the alien-themed stuffed animals you religiously buy him so he has a closet full of them.

oikawa, whom allows you to play with his hair even when he treats it like one of his prized possessions, just because it makes you so happy when you try a different hairstyle on him that makes his face look weird.

oikawa, who picks you up in his arms on graduation day and spins you as his encore of iwaizumi, hanamaki, and matsukawa cheer and whoop now that you’re all officially free.

oikawa, who could never ask for a better partner.

and finally, that damn tooru who finds your face in a crowd of thousands at his olympic match against japan next to mattsun and makki and waves, smiling that perfect smile.

little things

includes. venti, diluc, xiao, zhongli, childe, kazuha

— venti sits beside your bed, lyre in hand. his fingers pluck a simple lullaby as you grip the edge of his shirt, trying to forget about the nightmare. he’s still alive, breathing with you, and when at last you drift off to sleep, the gentle melody fades away and he presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “sleep well, my love”

— diluc closes the tavern with a flower tucked behind his ear and an old record playing. “dance with me!” you say, and take his hands, dragging him to the center of the room. he blushes when you put his hand on your waist, but he soon falls into the steps as you slow dance in the candlelight, foreheads pressed together

— xiao spends his afternoon trying to catch crystalflies with his hands. he stands on his tiptoes, peering over a low tree branch, and you giggle as he clamps his hands around empty air. “what are you doing?” you ask. leaves cling to his hair, so you run your fingers through his dark locks and watch them fall to the ground. “trying to catch one for you” he grumbles, “because they’re pretty, like you are”

— zhongli leaves you letters sealed with wax slid under the door, left by your bed, or hidden in odd places that only the two of you would look, because he’s always thinking of you. three lines or five paragraphs laced with love to remind you that when it all seems like too much he is there, forever

— childe brings you to the boardwalk to watch the sun slip below the horizon and paint the sky orange and gold. as the last rays of light fade, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. “a lot of people get engaged at sunset” he says, slipping a ring on your finger. “do you wanna try it?”

— kazuha lays with his head in your lap, twirling blades of grass between his fingers. “what would i do without you?” he says, gazing up at you. it catches you off guard and your flustered face makes him laugh, high and clear, and he sits up to kiss your lips and feel your smile against his. it has always been the most beautiful thing to him

⋆ Genshin Impact ✩ Character Birthday Art 2021 ⋆

Genshin Impact Promotional Posters

𓄹  ꉂ ╭╯𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘦 」?  𓏰𓏰  ベリー  🥢

★ 𓂃 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵 / 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘰'𝘴 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭

• 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦/𝘶𝘴𝘦 ‹𝟹

the suffering never ends

I love him

Ukyo:

Me:

marius: [says something]

vyn:

vyn: come here

marius: no

vyn: just come here

marius: no, you’re gonna hit me

a familiar time and leisure ♪ ♫ ♬

hello catte today i present to you: kazuha writing/tracing his name with his fingers on your skin

I'm so so tempted to get h word with this but I shan't bc I'm in the mood for fluff rn––

⠀kjand but fr tho that would be so cute. I think that if he would write his name on your skin, he'd do it super casually, too? And I don't even think you'd recognize that the loops and the swirls he draws on your skin are anything more than simple shapes at first, either.

⠀Like, the two of you could merely be basking in the sun's warmth from the crow's nest on the ship, you half-asleep and Kazuha curling around you. His one arm is cushioning both your head and his while his other is draped around your middle. Even though your eyelids are threatening to close, you begin to see a pattern in the soft movement of his fingers on your skin. The longer you think about it, the more you realize that he's been tracing the same shapes into your skin over and over for the last couple of weeks.

⠀"Kazuha," you say around a yawn. His hand stills, probably surprised you were still awake. "What're you writing?" you ask sleepily, though an eye is open to look up at him.

⠀He blinks, then a smile comes upon his lips. "Hm? Oh, it's nothing to worry about. My hand was merely feeling a bit restless is all. Did I wake you?"

⠀You snort at his poor attempt to redirect the conversation and pull away slightly to look at him better. The hand that was writing on your skin comes to lightly grip you, preventing you from moving too far. When you regard him, your gaze is narrowed, if not still from how drowsy you are.

⠀"You've been writing the same thing on my skin for weeks by now, Kazu."

⠀His smile widens. "Have I?"

⠀You huff in faux anger, but from how he's gently pulling you back into his chest, you know he doesn't intend to tell you soon.

⠀"Rest, love," he hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead, cradling you in his arms. His hand from earlier settles on your middle again. "I'll tell you one day. Maybe."

⠀He chuckles when you scoff, but eventually you bury your head in his chest, and within seconds your breathing evens out and he knows you've truly fallen asleep.

⠀Kazuha sighs in contentment, closing his eyes as he rested his cheek against your head. His hand begins to move again, similar movements that he has indeed been repeating for some time now.

⠀Kaedahara Kazuha, he writes with the tip of his finger. It's a mark of love, an unseen sign of his devotion that only he knows has been written into your skin.

⠀Underneath it, however, he writes something slightly different.

⠀It's your name, so lovingly and carefully scrawled, but instead of the surname you currently use, he writes Kaedahara, instead.

⠀He sighs once more when he thinks about it, his chest warming at the thought. The name he had drawn on your skin isn't just a sign of his love–– it’s a promise, too.

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