LIFE IS SO DRAMATIC!!

If His Eyes Weren't Fooling Around.

Character: Rei Sakuma

Words: 998

Type: Fluff

Gender: Female

Synopsis: During his walk around the park with his beloved to explore with, he found himself to gaze at the view, relishing every thing he saw before he came to propose and got down on one knee.

If his eyes weren't fooling around, the resplendent moonlight shone its glow, it beamed ever so brightly as it turned into the full moon. Walking on each grass felt like the world breathed, colours of green nourished the path. And as if the person before him was Peresphone, flowers seemed to blossom but none of them outshone them.

If his eyes weren't fooling around, he heard the light humming as if it's a lullaby. Her eyes glinted like the diamonds, blessed with bliss. Her fingertips gracefully touched the flowers randomly, it was all magical. Everything about this was magical.

Fleeting touches of theirs against the petals, the diamond e/c eyes gazing at the view with fondness in her eyes.

If his eyes weren't fooling, with this, he became Hades. Not with the desire to kidnap her and make her stay, but the desire to make her his queen, shower her with everything he had.

And if his eyes were fooling around, the e/c eyes glanced up, gazing at the young man's blooming red eyes. Admiration was all he saw within her, his fingers itched to grab a hold of her cheeks, soothing it gently一

"Hey, why are you staring? Do you like the view?"

If his eyes weren't fooling around, she was like the dove一gentle, graceful, and somewhere beaming under the sun. "Ah, no. I'm just amazed with the view the world's offered. If the lady wishes, shall we take a deeper stroll in the garden?"

"But it's late at night. Don't you think we should head back and rest?"

With his vampire like antics, he felt restless. Especially if he were to stand next to the h/c haired lady. "If you desire rest, then let's head back. But the night is still young."

She walked closer to him, fingertips grazed gently on his cheeks' skin. If his eyes weren't fooling, a glint of mischief stirred with tenderness. He swore his cheeks were hurting from the smile, however with this single touch of hers一he couldn't help but smile a bit wider.

"I see, the lady wishes to fool around."

She only let out a giggle一soft like angels chanting its lullaby, the world stopped its howling wind to let him cherish the voice. And at there and then, he wanted to grab a hold of her face and bring her close to him, to e gulf her in his warmth.

His finger tips moved on its own, out of his will, grazing against her cheeks as how she did with him一all sweet nothings poured out from his lips the moment he took a turn to take a breath. "You look beautiful tonight."

"Huh, so that means I've never been beautiful?"

He let out a mused chuckle, oh how much he wanted to savour her words, to sugar his ears. "Perhaps I should reprhase my words. You're beautiful, and especially tonight you seem like a Moon Goddess came and play on Earth for a while. And during the day, you resemble spring."

"Goodness, cheesy you are, I see."

She rolled her eyes, smiling uncontrollably as she playfully hit his chest. Her smile couldn't get any wider, if picture could catch the view he'd keep it.

"We've been dating for a while..."

"Yea?" Her laughter died down, regaining her composure by looking up to his ruby eyes once again.

The moonlight shone its glim on the diamond ring, shining brightly between his thumbs. Though, he may not have flowers on his hand, chocolate to share under the starry night.

But he did have his heart ready.

If his eyes weren't fooling around, his fingers that once graced itself upon her cheeks trailed down to where her hands dangled. Lacing them together, his heart somehow skipped another beat. "What do you think about spending one last night together?"

"...Huh? W-what do you mean?"

If his eyes weren't fooling, he gazed at the hollowness slowly took over her eyes, the confusion stirring her face一he certainly didn't like to leave someone hanging, to leave someone confused.

The wind howled another round, a bit more windy than before, blowing past both hairs to the point leaves were broight to be flown away. It blew from the south from his dear lover's side, resulting her to turn her attention to the wind.

"Wait, I think we sgould talk inside. You know to clear our heads and一"

Here's his chance.

He kneeled, taking out the ring with a smile soft as ths a feather, the glint of hope and bliss stirred with anxiety as thoughts started to ravel itself in his head, 'What if it turned out to be the worst? What if she rejected me?'

But the sight of the diamond ring, the moon beamed with its luminosity to reflect the gem, he could never be more proud. "(Name)," he called, sounding like a soft whisper.

If his eyes weren't fooling, the hollow gaze she accidently casted disappeared, replaced with something he couldn't decipher fot his running thoughts blocked his access. Uttering a name was difficult, let alone to say his purpose一a heavy lump weighed his throat, he couldn't speak.

If he were to stop now, backfire now, the fairy in front of him would disappear from his grasp. But he didn't want to have anyone of his palm一he wanted her to be free, for her to decide what she wishes to do.

So if he were to be rejected, it should be fine, shouldn't it? So with breathless voice, with his heart that weren't fooling around, with his eyes to stay true to what's ahead as he gazed deep into the iridescent e/c irises, he gently spoke,

"If the world ends, let me bring you in my arms. When a new life starts, let me be the one to greet you every morning."

If Rei Sakuma didn't fool himself, he spoke with utmost truth:

"Will you marry me?"

¡! ❝ REDAMANCY .. ❞

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natsume sakasaki x reader smau

warning(s) : cussing, mao being a me kinnie, subaru the comedic relief

╰┈➤ synopsis  ❝after yumenosaki academy resident magician and eccentric sakasaki natsume asks you to “go out with him”, you immediately shut him down. so why is he dedicating a song to you at a switch concert? and why are people whispering about you being the cutest couple?❞

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.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜

“—Where the fuck is it?” Your boyfriend frantically searched everywhere for the sleeping bag he swore he packed.

You laughed, trying to calm him down—although you've been doing that for 5-10 minutes already—you found no choice in giving up. “Reo, it's okay.” You pat his back, lightly kissing his cheek when he groaned aloud, hanging his head low in between his knees.

“Sorry, I guess I was too excited to notice.” He gave you an apologetic smile. Reo had been planning this camping trip since the moment he came back, finding it to be the most efficient way of spending alone time with you.

You chuckled, jerking your head to the tent, non-verbally suggesting that the two of you should get some shut eye. “We can just share my sleeping bag, hopefully it fits the two of us.”

It, in fact, did not fit the two of you. You grumbled, moving your knees up from the stiff position and accidentally kicked Reo in the balls. He groaned loudly, eyes squinting in pain. “That was my nuts, dickhead.” You laughed, involuntarily moving a lot because of it, which caused Reo to wiggle in the tight space, often kicking you on purpose.

The two of you kept going at it, 'accidentally' hitting each other either in the nuts, or in the face. In the end, Reo suddenly gave you a tight hug and pulled you over to lay on top of him. Your eyes widened, the small room only giving you an inch of space from his lips.

Reo grinned, pulling you closer to him. “Now that's a lot better.” He murmured, tiredly staring up at you while you breathlessly stared back. God, even in the dark, Reo still managed to look so beautiful. You smiled softly, kissing Reo's lips before you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Sorry for kicking your nuts.” You chortled, inhaling his scent from within the sleeping bag. Reo chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter sending a wave of shivers down your spine, “And I'm sorry for calling you a dickhead, Love.” You accidentally slapped his chest out of embarrassment, Reo could only groan for the nth time that evening. You slowly pulled away from his shoulder, “Sorry, out of impulse.”

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜

Hamtaro song Intro with English subs

i tried my best!! shinobu almost killed me.......

guys. update i had my brace adjustment and i got color purple my bracket is now okay (yeah, i had to pay an extra 300 pesos 😣😣)

i ate too much candies now my bracket is on the verge of falling off

can I request mika and ritsu (separately) being comforted by a m!reader cus they thought they performed badly or something like that? (like reverse comfort). Sorry if this is too confusing🙁.

mika kagehira & ritsu sakuma being comforted.

male!reader. comfort. ficlet.

contains. mentions of self worth, negative comments made about them (mika and ritsu), ritsus manager being an asshole

summary. ritsu and mika thought they didn’t preform as good as others, so their boyfriend comforts them.

authors note. i love comfort fics

MIKA KAGEHIRA

at first, he ignored the comments. he ignored the hushed whispers from the crowd about his looks, or how he looked during certain parts of the choreography, but over time it got to him. it was particularly bad after a concert for Eternal Weaving had finished. he heard the way some people made comments on how he looked in the outfit, or how he didn’t deserve to be up there with shu, and he whole heartedly believed it and thought everyone else did too.

he had looked more tired, a lot more lifeless and shu noticed. he tried to talk to him about it but mika just wouldn’t budge, insisting he was alright and he just needed a nap. shu knew he was lying, mika was always a bad liar. so he looked for you backstag, and practically dragged you to mika. he was muttering something about mika looking upset and he wasn’t able to get it out of him so he needed your help.

once you got a good look at mika, your heart shattered. you immediately pulled him to a quieter room and locked the door, holding his hand and rubbing his knuckles as you did. once you turned to him and brought him into your arms, he broke. he felt everything come onto him at once. he was sobbing, squeezing you and muttering into your neck about how afraid he was of not being good enough.

“‘m scared (name), what if they’ere right? what if i don’ deserve the spot ‘em at? what if-“ you cut him off, wiping his tears “mika, you’re wonderful. you deserve to be where you are after what you’ve done to get here. you are a beautiful person inside and out, and a wonderful boyfriend. you’re more than enough.”

he buried his chest into your chest, letting you continue your praises as comforting gestures as he felt his thoughts drift away, instead being filled with your voice and your words.

he couldn’t be more thankful to have a boyfriend like you.

RITSU SAKUMA

his manager pulled him aside, asking him what he was doing on stage. he made himself look like a fool, and his voice crack was even more of an embarrassment. he zoned out half way through his lecture, just hoping that it would end so he could go somewhere to reflect.

he heard your voice and was almost immediately pulled out of his trance, walking away from the manager and into your arms. he was silent and just nudged his head as far as he could into your neck, squeezing you tightly as if he was afraid you’d disappear.

his manager was telling him to come back, that he wasn’t done talking yet, but you just ushered him into a secluded area to let him calm down. once you had reached a quiet and comfortable area, he let himself relax more.

he had taken off his jacket and shoes, and clung to you like a koala to a tree. he didn’t want to let go, not yet at least. he needed to make sure you wouldn’t be disappointed in him too and leave.

he felt himself tear up a bit, but refused to let that bitchy manager make him cry. he let himself be swayed by your kind words and comforting actions, soon drifting off to sleep.

stop looking at me with those eyes. hsr

— honkai star rail men being smitten with you ( or simply staring at you with their pretty eyes. )

ft. jing yuan, blade and gepard landau.

longer drabble than intended. pining for jing yuan’s. mild yandere tendencies on blade’s part. angst with comfort for gepard’s. fluff w/ mild angst content. gn! reader. 1.5k wc

𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍 — he looks at you with so much pining and admiration.

You shouldn’t have indulged him, you sigh at the perpetual thought. Your brows furrowed in utter concentration as you assessed the chess board in front of you, glaring at it like it was your mortal enemy who had caused you years of strife. From the usual routinely yet peaceful day in the Luofu turned into you being coaxed yet again by the infamous General to play a game of mind chess with him. This isn’t new, you being alone with him isn’t new. You’d grown accustomed to Jing Yuan inviting you to be his playmate whenever he felt like slacking off from work, and who are you to refuse your superior’s direct orders?

The dawn in the courtyard careens between the corners of the table in soft honey glow, the temperature lukewarm and birds crooning beside the lethargic general but you don’t let their sweet tune disrupt you.

“What are you going to do?” You hear the General muse, perhaps to probe you from your concentration, you dare not lift your head to answer him. You only turned back up once you’ve found a safe and calculated step for one of your pieces to go, that was the time you’ve also realized that General Jing Yuan isn’t even focused on the game before him.

Instead he had his eyes fixated on you.

He had his elbow propped on his knee, cheek on his palm, watching you agonize over the game, hiding the quirk on his lips. Cute, he thought, looking at you mull over the game made his heart flutter hither thither. Then the corners of his eye crinkle in amusement when he sees your eyes on him, finally noticing.

“What is it?” He dares to ask you, like he wasn't just openly admiring you.

“Uhm, it’s your turn now, General Jing Yuan.” Your soft response mustered him to finally look at the board.

“Hm, so it seems.”

“Would you like us to continue playing? You don’t seem interested.” You take note of his slack shoulders and heavy lidded eyes. Usually when you play together he would have his calculating gaze on the board at all times, but he looked a little too distracted to play as of now.

“You’re right, apologies, something else has caught my undivided attention.”

“And what’s that?”

“You, of course. You’re rather ravishing today.”

Jing Yuan’s eyes are two amber orbits so golden on you. You haven’t noticed it until now, the way he looks at you, so intense and full of amusing sincerity. The sunlight only intensifies his bright pupils that carry not only the sun itself but the entire lights of Luofu. You cannot contain the blush on your cheeks, you turn away from him, obviously baffled. “Would you focus on the game, General?”

His deep chuckle reverberates the peaceful courtyard. “I believe I’ve found something much more worthy of my time as of the moment.”

“I implore you to stop teasing me like this.”

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 — he’d do anything for you to look at him.

“Elio had already foreseen most of your missions and yet here you are, coming to me all injured and rugged. So careless.”

“Watch what you say to me.” You merely huff at Blade’s soft sneer of a threat. You wouldn’t have let this bothered you if it only happened once or twice but the swordsman’s been coming back to you injured for the sixth time with the same roaring wounds and your patience is thinning.

Blade’s top uniform is thrown somewhere on the couch, your hands webbed with bandage dressing as you focus your attention on the purplish bruise on his chest, the wound is vivid, besmirching burgundy across his chafe skin. You leaned forward and threw a piece of his raven hair over his shoulder and muttered out another annoying retort. Maybe your anger not only stems from having to tidy him up, but also from worry. Truth be told, you hated seeing Blade injured, though that is something you won’t admit aloud to him.

“The next time you come to me like this I’ll—“

You lift your eyes and immediately meet his red ones. Blade is leaned back on the couch, staring at you tantalizingly beneath raven bangs, he tilts his head lazily, hiding his underlining smile. It shouldn’t have done anything to you, but the way he looked at you beneath his lashes made a certain chill crawl down your spine and to the tip of your toes.

“Why’d you stop, hm?”

You hated it, hated this. Hated how your chest jumps a beat at his tone, this is dangerous. You had the thought of turning around and leaving him but he captures your wrist, placing your palm flatly on his chest, his skin dances with warmth and coldness but one thing you’ve taken into detail was his racing heart. Don’t tell me..

“Blade, did you get hurt on purpose?”

The smirk on his face finally reveals itself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Unhand me this instant, you bastard.” Despite your hiss, you cannot tear your gaze away from his, something about Blade is addictive, a guttural need churns in your gut the more your gaze stays locked on his. He reaches out and unexpectedly wraps the bandage around your waist, pulling you back to him and to stand between his parted legs. No matter how much you’ve stuttered in surprise you cannot pull away, not from him and he knew the effect he had on you and your restless heart, bringing your hand up to his lips as he kissed each finger so tenderly.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have resorted to this tactic if you’ve visited me often.”

𝐆𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐃 — he looks at you like you are his whole world on the verge of crumbling.

Hide and seek was your forte back then. You and Lynx would always come out triumphant as compared to Gepard and Serval, but that doesn’t stop the boy from always seeking you out, you cannot pinpoint whether it was due to his stubbornness at your constant taunts or because he felt as if he needs to look for you no matter what. Found you. Looks like you found me again. It was always this sweet little moment between the two of you, with Gepard perking up when he had sought you and you smiling up at him with a proud grin, pleased with his victory.

Even at this very moment, with you wrapped in a bundle in his blue uniform cape on the verge of reaching frostbite; shivering and skin cold from the harsh and unmerciful winter beyond Belobog’s walls—Gepard’s found you, at the very last minute. This time he fails to understand why you had ventured out of Belobog despite the dangers, maybe you were in search of something, maybe a research breakthrough or something superficial, the Captain doesn’t care.

He was furious, heartbroken and frightened. You could’ve been killed out here if Serval didn’t approach him in the middle of training, concerned about your whereabouts. He had to drop everything and storm out of the city gates to search for you, as reckless as that seemed.

“Gepard..?” He stiffens when he hears your shivering mutter. He looks down and sees you awake, relief washes through his soul. You two had faltered just at the outskirts of the city, the warmth barely licking both your figures.

“You-“ he sucked in a breath, his heart continued to pitter patter in his chest like an endless, raging storm. “What were you thinking, who told you it was a smart idea to go out there!”

“There’s..there’s a plant only found in the blizzard, Lynx told me about it and I thought that you would like them.” his eyes widened at your confession, confliction sullies his mind. You went out to look for a plant, for him? He gazes down at you who in return, refused to look him in the eye, hiding your face on his chest plate in bashful shame.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t find the flower, not only that but I also got lost and almost—“

“Look at me.” He starts, his voice hardened with hurt, confliction, a long craving to shield you from the harsh world if he had the chance to. “Look, I care not about that flower, and a simple sorry won’t cut it this time, you could’ve died if i didn’t find—“ his voice cracks, he composes himself, inhales the cold wind in his lungs. Then, fury turns into melancholy. When he looks down at you in his arms, his eyes are two pairs of winter blue sky swimming with unshed tears, they glow like crystalline blue gems. He gathers you closer to his chest, his lips pressed against the top of your head, as if he’s scared you would shrivel in his hold.

“You could’ve died, and I would've lost you. What would I do then?”

“Sorry, I’m so sorry Geppie. Not again, i promise. You found me didn’t you? you found me just like always, thank you so much.”

You consoled his quiet sobs and equally trembling form. Sometimes, you tend to forget that beneath the cold armor was a sentimental little boy with the most sincere ocean eyes you’ve ever seen.

Think? More like...

pairing ➤ Tsukinaga Leo x gn!s/o

genre ➤ fluff + angst with comfort

tw ➤ brief mention of 'checkmate' story

word count ➤ 431

a/n before reading: just a self-indulgent fic

Tsukinaga Leo thinks that he's in love with you.

.

Maybe it was the way you would help him come up with new song ideas.

The two of you would be sitting on the floor of an empty classroom, waiting for any inspiration to strike. Sometimes, even the King himself can't come up with any ideas but that wasn't a problem because that's when you come in! Leo can't help but admire the way you could come up with many ideas and even thought about passing his title down to you. One thing that he would never tell you is that most of the songs that he composes are about you. Having you around him influenced him into writing songs about wanting to protect what's important to him - you.

Or maybe it was the way you were the only one who could keep up with his eccentric and childish personality.

You would allow him to latch himself onto you whenever he saw you, softly laughing to yourself while you tried to pry him off you. Of course, that never worked but you didn't seem to mind. Instead, you would remain completely still, listening to him ramble on and on about his day or the new song ideas he has, patiently waiting until he finally felt satisfied.

Or maybe it was the way you were always by his side, especially when he was at his lowest. He could never forget the time you visited him every day and managed to get him to start taking care of himself.

"How are you feeling Leo?"

No answer.

You sighed. "I understand if you're not willing to talk to me but just remember that you're important to me."

No answer.

"I'll get going now," you said softly. "Take care of yourself, alright?"

Wait. Leo wanted you to stay. He didn't want you to leave him.

He grabbed your hand before you could get up from the floor. Finally, he raised his head to look at you.

"Don't leave me, please…" he sobbed, eyes brimming with tears. He held onto your hand even harder, as if you would disappear if he ever let go.

Leo felt your other hand caress his cheek and allowed himself to relax.

"I'll always be at your side, no matter what."

Upon hearing your words, he allowed himself to let all his pain out, knowing that you would make him feel better later.

Ever since that day, Leo felt grateful to have you in his life and can't imagine one without you.

.

Yeah, he's definitely in love with you.

miya atsumu x reader, 2k

SUMMARY: osamu asks if you ever get jealous when people flirt with atsumu.

A/N: holding my hands up to say that yes i love osamu more. i DO. but atsumu has been wreaking havoc in my mind lately…… so. here we are. this is very sappy if i’m being Real with you. also sel this is for u and the unfortunate realisations we have both come to — godbless.

The street lights outside blink an ugly shade of yellow as the sun finally makes way for the moon.

Osamu flips the sign on the front door to closed before taking a seat in front of you.

If your schedule hadn’t been so hectic this week, you’d be at the stadium watching the Black Jackals match in real time and celebrating their win.

Knowing Atsumu, you would most definitely be donning his jersey in the crowd as you cheered. He gets pouty if you don’t, and you’ve learned to pick your battles over the years.

Instead, it’s 8pm and you’ve made yourself comfortable in an empty booth at Onigiri Miya, eyes focused on the screen where it hangs on the wall.

“It’s miraculous you aren’t worried, honestly,” Osamu said, the words slurred through his full mouth. You hum absentmindedly, eyes never leaving the tv screen.

He only gestured at the television, where Atsumu was doing an interview post match and looking particularly handsome despite the sweat dripping down his face. He was nodding, smiling, speaking. The usual motions. There was a woman next to him. You weren’t really looking at her. Atsumu laughed, tipping his head back and exposing the long line of his neck, and you found that infinitely more interesting.

“Worried about all that,” Osamu said. His arm was still aloft, making a motion at the woman interviewing his twin, and when you humoured him to take a look, you found said woman already looking at Atsumu.

“She’s looking at him because he’s speaking,” you pointed out.

Osamu made a face. “Yeah, duh, I know, but like. You know what I mean.” he took a sip of his drink, offering it to you. You took it. “Tsumu getting flirted with at work.”

“Ah,” you said.

He had gotten lemonade, which was sweet of him. You liked lemonade a lot more than he did. "It's been happening since high school. I'm kind of used to it by now."

There was something skeptical in the slant of Osamu’s brow. "He's getting hit on a lot more now though."

You hummed again. You knew that, too. Atsumu had complained about it more than once.

But you reckoned that it was just the natural progression of things. Atsumu had always been attractive, had always been the kind of good-looking that made you question whether your eyes were working correctly, but then he got older.

Broader. More muscular. More confident.

You were willing to bet that it was the confidence that did it more than anything.

Once, when they were all drunk out of their minds, Suna had remarked that Atsumu walked like he "owned fifteen different properties both in Japan and overseas", and you had nearly peed yourself laughing at how ridiculously spot-on it was.

"It doesn't bother me," you said, laughing a little when Osamu's face went from lightly skeptical to completely unconvinced. "Honestly! It really doesn't!"

"Not that I'm saying you have reason to be worried," Osamu began, "but I will never let you forget how fucking sulky you got back then, especially because I was the sorry ass in charge of making sure you cheered up."

You couldn't even defend yourself, but you were going to try to anyway. "I wasn't that bad."

Osamu looked at you with a flat expression. "You at some point said, and I quote, ‘Samu, I am never going to find love ever again,' after a reporter asked for his number."

You screeched, hitting his shoulder and whining when he dodged easily. "Why do you even remember that? Fucking weirdo."

"How else am I gonna keep you under control if not through blackmail?" Osamu said, dodging again when you tried for another hit. "It's your own goddamn fault that you keep giving me ammunition."

"Fuck off, it was different back then. I was in denial and pining over my stupid crush," you sniffed, settling more into the seat and stealing the last of the lemonade in indignation.

"You're still very much in denial and pining," Osamu pointed out. "I don't even fucking know how and why you're still pining because you're actually dating him now."

"Rich coming from you. How long did it take you to ask your girlfriend out again? Pot and kettle or however the saying goes."

Osamu scowled, "I am nowhere near as bad as you.”

"You Libra placements and your denial..."

"Letting you get into astrology is a mistake I will never recover from."

"Please, and when you want me to look at your compatibility chart again-"

Osamu clamped a hand over your mouth, shushing you desperately. "What the fuck."

"The blackmailing is mutual," you said, shoving him off of you. "Equal exchange, I give half of my humiliation to you, you give half of yours to me."

"This isn't equivalent, you gave me all of your embarrassment and I've barely done anything— don't look at me like that."

You only raised an eyebrow further.

"Shut the fuck up."

"I'm not saying anything?"

"You're loud even when you're quiet."

You both give it a break for a while, going back to eating and watching. There was a different player on screen now, one that you’re pretty sure you’ve met before but can’t place the name. Osamu seems to know since he’s listening intently.

Sakusa shows up next, followed by Hinata and Bokuto before it pans back to the whole team and you catch sight of Atsumu again, this time with another interviewer who was standing too close for comfort. At the sight of this exchange, Osamu turns to you again.

"You're really not worried? Like, seriously?" he asked, quieter this time, not a single trace of teasing in his voice.

You were touched with how concerned he was. For all of his complaining, he was invested in your happiness, seemingly more so than his own actual brother.

"Seriously," you repeated. "I'm not worried. Genuinely.”

.

.

.

You were already in bed when Atsumu trudged through the door. Your boyfriend had stopped in place as he found you, and it made you smile, a little helpless, and extend a hand.

"Hi," you said. He didn't move. "You okay?"

"Sorry," he said, rubbing at his eyes and shrugging off his bag. "I just have to make sure I'm not dreaming and that there really is the most gorgeous person on earth in my bed right now."

"Oh fuck off," you said, voice choked and close to a wail. Atsumu only grinned, laughing when you covered your face with your arms.

"Babeee," he whined, ambling over to the bed to plop himself on top of you. "Hey, come on." He reached up to peel your arms away, and the look on his face was something between complete rapture and excitement. He looked at you like that a lot.

"Hi there," Atsumu said, smile wide enough to break his face, and you could never in your life resist it.

"Hi there," you repeated. Your hands went to the back of his neck to tug him down, and he was more than happy to come closer. You hadn't kissed since this morning, and it was almost midnight now. You had to make up for lost time.

"You okay?" you asked again when you came up for air eventually. Atsumu's face was in your neck, his mouth open and sweet against your skin, tongue and teeth and lips laving over the spot where your pulse roared. You kept shivering at each little nip and suck. You could feel Atsumu smiling. You didn't know whether to kiss him again or hit him.

"I'm fine," he mumbled. He pressed another kiss near your collarbone. "Have you now. I'm all good."

You huffed a little laugh through your nose. "My baby’s exhausted?"

You felt more then saw the small shudder that went through his body and hid your smile by putting your face in his hair. He smelled like lavender— the new cologne you had bought him a few weeks ago.

"Yeah," Atsumu said, the words all breathy and sighed-through and it made another shiver hiss through you, fluttery and warm and all-consuming. "Your baby’s exhausted."

"You showered before you got home?" you asked. Atsumu's skin felt clean under your fingers, none of the tackiness of sweat from playing a game left behind.

He made a small noise, petulant, but relented when you wouldn't stop pinching his cheeks.

"Come up, big baby, I just wanna see you— there you are." you smiled, watched as he mirrored it. You ran your thumbs over the highs of Atsumu's cheekbones, over his eyebrows. He closed his eyes, humming as you tipped his face this way and that. His ears were red under all of your careful attention. His ears always did that. You’ve been dating for almost two years.

You were kind of thrilled.

"Look at you," you said, low and hushed and unabashedly awed.

There was a slice of moonlight that had slipped through the curtains, and it caught the side of Atsumu's face— you had spent a lot of time looking at him. Through the years spent as a young girl with a crush so huge it felt world-ending, through the time spent before you got together, carrying feelings under your tongue and biting down in the hopes it wouldn't bleed through your words.

Until now— still as lovestruck as the day you met him but more settled now, more complete, because to love someone as they are and not as they show you is to love them whole— you looked at Atsumu. Sometimes you were sure that you knew Atsumu's face better than your own.

Even back then, when you were just the nebulous idea of friends, studying Atsumu never felt like you were studying a stranger.

You had spent a lot of time looking at him, but even still there were moments where he would turn, or his profile would catch the light differently, or he'd look at you the way he did now, and you’d be overwhelmed all over again.”

"You're so pretty," you said, smiling as red bloomed, ruddy and bright, across the planes of Atsumu's face.

"Baby’s so pretty. Stunning."

"Stop," he whined, trying to get out of your grip, but you knew that whenever your boyfriend said 'stop' he really meant 'keep going'.

"Prettiest boy in the world," you breathed, giggling when Atsumu could only whine again, his face crumpling in embarrassment. "Pretty pretty pretty.”

"That's you," Atsumu said, leaning up a little to press a kiss to your forehead. "The prettiest person in the world is you."

"Hmm, still think it's you," you said, and watched as the flush spread to his neck, over his shoulders, peaches over cream.

It still shocked you sometimes, how well you can read each tick and shift in his expression. How the little twitch to his upper lip meant that he wanted to kiss you, how his eyes would go dark whenever you called him beautiful.

How there was a certain smile that he seemed to save for no one else but you. It sat slightly goofy on his face, crooked and dimpled, a tad bit too human to be shown in front of cameras. You hoarded all of those smiles. Atsumu only ever smiled like that when he was too happy to care about how he looked, too caught up in the bubble you created for yourselves to let any passing thought intrude.

He was smiling like that now.

"Missed you too," you murmured against his mouth, the words a kiss of their own. You cupped his cheeks. "Missed my boyfriend very much."

You watched him as he unfurled, closing his eyes, that smile at full-force. A moonflower in bloom. It scared you sometimes, how much power you had over him. Everyday you woke up and hoped you deserved it.

Atsumu leaned in again, kissed you again, and you were distantly brought back to your conversation with Osamu, to the concern and curiosity in his eyes.

"You're really not worried? Seriously?"

Atsumu's tongue slipped into your mouth, and any last bit of thought was wiped clean.

You weren’t worried. You really, really weren’t.

pairing: (demon) ryusei x (guardian) fem!reader

warning: demon au, slight suggestive themes, him being annoying, and not proofread

word count: 533

[ dni/byf ]

“Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey”, he continues to pester you for the last couple of hours. At this point, you’re ready to rip this demon’s head off. You finally turned your gaze at him with the most annoyed hatred filled eyes, “WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”. After that outburst, his mouth completely shut to shift to a smirk, “You’ve finally spoken at last, Pretty?”. You were really questioning whether you can change your duty with some other guardian cause guarding him was unbearable.

He’s an immortal demon chained to the tree of life that is then guarded by you to ensure he stays there. Although he is thousands of years old like you, his maturity is one of a child. He could blabber on continuously with any sort of questionable or annoying topics even when you try to block him out. Safe to say he’s not going anywhere but you might be for your ears to have some peace.

“Well yeah because your wouldn’t shut the fuck up!”, you spoke through gritted teeth. Ryusei just lets out a happy chuckle which he’s hadn’t had for a while. “Damn, how are you so cute even when you’re mad?”, his chuckle continued.

“I can rip your head off at any moment you know?”, you threatened but that didn’t do much. “In case you forgot Gorgeous but I am an immortal being. Even if you rip my head off, which you can greatly do, I’ll just grow another like it never happened”, you never wanted to set the tree ablaze until now. “Ughhh well then can you just keep quiet, it’s unbearable to hear you talk nonstop”.

He lets out a slight snicker, “Awww is my Dove getting sick of my love?”. Instinctively, you pulled your knife from your garter to then stab it next to the area where his head was. “Did you not hear me? I said keep quiet”, instead of expecting any sort of anger or anxiety, you got the total opposite. What you got instead was a lustful moan from the demon chained in front of you. “My god, when you say it like that I can’t shut up even more!”, he spoke so enthusiastically that you wanted to vomit.

“What is wrong with you?!”, you backed off immediately to put your knife back where it was originally. “A lot of things about me are wrong. Just like I am not supposed to fall in love with my guard”, that was so brief yet you were left dumbfounded. Your face changed into a deep red that he found very amusing. “Did my words make you blush? How cute? I wonder what other facial expressions you can make with that face?”, he licked his lips.

“Another word out of you and I will slap you”, once again not the reaction you were hoping for. “Please do, I definitely wouldn’t like it if you punch me”, his sarcasm was far too noticeable.

“That’s it, I need to go back to see, Boss. I can’t stand another day with you!”, you marched away to open a portal. You turned back to look at him to see him grinning happily. “I’ll see you later too, Babe!”.