Empty Beds

ugh it’s akaashi feels hours cuz he’s my comfort character and a girl is depressed

Akaashi getting all flustered everytime you call him pretty 🥺👉👈

“hey bokuto, hey pretty boy.”

akaashi stilled at your words, eyes widening slightly as you approached him with a wide smile. he tried to smile, to tell you that you looked nice, but nothing came out. you giggled softly, walking to class with a final wave. he ignored bokuto’s teasing smile, following you to class as well. at practice, you did the same thing, but he was prepared.

“hey pretty boy.”

“hey pretty girl.”

you smiled softly, pausing in your steps before looking at him shyly. he smiles back, trying to get himself to ask you out, when bokuto interrupts.

“hey, hey, hey! i know you think she’s cute, akaashi, but i really need you to set for me.”

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love / toge inumaki x f!reader

“I feel safe with you. I always have.” / prompt list

warnings: fluff, use of cursed speech

word count: 959

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This broke my heart 🥺

Requested by Anon

Summary: If Nishinoya knew that this would be the last time he walked you home, maybe he would've walked slower

Type of fic: Angst

A/n: How to write something that isn't angst

Kiyoko this, volleyball that, cancelling plans because of volleyball practice, cancelling plans because his team has a bonding day.

Would it be too much to ask if you were part of his life?

When you agreed to his confession, agreed to be his, you thought he would at least make time for you.

It seems like nothings changed from when you were friends, except for fawning over Kiyoko a little less than before.

"Yuu? Did you want to go on a date later after school?" You had come all the way to his classroom to ask him, borderline beg him for some of his attention.

You supported his passion for volleyball, but a line has to be drawn somewhere, especially when he'll always apologize for the same reasons, sprinting to where you stood outside the restaurant, had been standing for hours, just to apologise and promise it would be the last time.

"Oh sorry y/n, I have practice tonight." He's grinning sheepishly, clearly aware that this isn't the first time he's cancelled on you.

Suddenly you feel everyone's eyes on you, some pitying, some filled with concealed laughter, this had been the third time this week.

"Oh." Your smile is strained as you try and look apologetic, forcing the negative feelings down so they don't show up.

But something must've shown, because Nishinoya flinches.

"You could watch practice and I'll walk you home?"

Its better than nothing you decide, and nod before heading back to your class.

There's a feeling you can't shake, and you help help but think you deserve someone better, someone who might actually give you the time of day instead of brushing you off and or giving a useless attempt at mending things back together.

The feeling only grows when you see him showing off for Kiyoko, instead of you. His partner, sitting right in the stands as he flirts with her, using sweet words he would never use with you.

His practice ends, you having spent it thinking that you deserve someone better than somebody who would forget you despite inviting you to practice.

"Yuu!" He left the gym before you, talking with Tanaka about something, having completely forgotten you.

He looks around for a second, before spotting you, face draining of colour as he realizes what he's done.

Tanaka sends you a a look of pity and tells Nishinoya he'll see him later.

Nishinoya walks up to you, hand rubbing his neck sheepishly.

"Did you want me to walk you home?"

Even though you nod 'no' a little upset with him, he still walks you home.

Its silent and the only sounds you hear is the sound of your shoes on pavement. The silence lasts all the way to your house the sound of shoes stopping as you halt right before you get to your driveway.

"Yuu, we need to talk." Your throat feels like it's filled with cotton.

He makes a sound of question and you take that as a sign to to continue.

"I just think, maybe we're better off as friends? Because whatever we're doing certainly dosent feel like dating."

He sighs and nods.

The air isn't tense or sad, it feels like normal, like nothings happened.

"I did care about you y'know?" He shrugs and his breath creates a white cloud in the winter air.

"I know, maybe it's just the wrong time."

He nods, and it feels more like a business transaction than anything until Nishinoya speaks again.

"If I had known this was going to be the last time I would've walked slower." His voice cracks and you can see his eyes welling with tears.

You reach out your hand to wipe the tears falling down his face and you sniff, trying to keep your own tears at bay.

Emotions that you had buried deep coming to surface.

"Hey, it'll be ok. We'll be ok Yuu." His name feels foreign in your mouth, were you allowed to call him Yuu as you broke his heart.

He nods and croaks out something about needing to leave, his head is bowed as he speed walks away, and you realize he only pushed you away because he was scared of getting too close.

Nishinoya tries to avoid you at school after that, too scared to look you in the eye and expose his broken heart.

It hurts when you realize it's all over

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this made my heart go 🥰🥰

first names

pairing: akaashi x reader

genre: friends to lovers, love triangle

contains: fluff

word count: 1.4k

summary: pure fluff in which you use Akaashi’s first name for the first time and he can’t get enough of it. should he feel guilty that he’s on a first-name basis with you while his best friend, who also has feelings for you, isn’t?

“Oh come on, you have to have an opinion. I’m dying to know the inner workings of Akaashi Keiji’s mind.” You closed your eyes and lay your head back, surrendering yourself to the sunlight.

If you weren’t in a public space, he was sure you would’ve heard the way his heart abruptly stopped at the sound of his first name. In this moment he also thanked whatever higher power was up there that you didn’t catch the pink dust on his cheeks, nor the way he briefly choked on the water he was drinking.

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Yeah sex is cool, but…

Akaashi starts accidentally doodling you when assisting with character designs for his creators. It started out innocently at first. Your hair just happened to be a perfect reference for what they were working towards, but soon, drawing you becomes a pass time. 

Now each time he draws you he notices something new. A new freckle he’s missed, a scar you’ve never told him about, an expression he’s never seen before. Drawing you becomes an exploration, an adventure as his pencil etches away at all the things that make you up in his quest to commit every curve of your being to memory.

In time, he learns that your mouth is best drawn on rainy days, when just the shading he marks out under your lip can make him smile. Your eyes, are best drawn with ink, to capture the depth that is hidden behind them and your hands, well, your hands look best when he scribbles a small silver band around your ring finger on the left.

Akaashi discovers something new every single time he draws you and he won’t stop until he knows it all.

daybreak.

soaked in sunshine.  f!reader ; wc: 705 ; fluff. 

happy birthday, miya atsumu. you are one of two libras i will never condemn. 

there’s a smile on your face. atsumu thinks that maybe everything will be okay. 

you weave a hand through his hair, eyes searching his own. “the sun is a good look on you,” you muse teasingly. 

he rolls his eyes. “i always look good.” 

he’s not sure when he became uncertain about things ever not being okay. he’s not sure how he could with you next to him.

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irresistible

✧ genre: xiao, albedo, childe, zhongli, and diluc x gn! reader fluff

✧ warnings: none

✧ summary: what the genshin men simply cannot resist about you

✧ note: this is basically genshin men being simps for you (as inspired by one direction's song), as they should be <33 this is a little break from some of the angst that has been appearing in my posts for a while now so yes take some of this simple fluff and i hope you guys enjoy ^^

XIAO

the adeptus finds that your touches spark a longing in him that has him wanting more every time.

he always indulges in your sweet touches, whether they are biref or lingering on his skin.

during the times he's still a bit hesitant to intiate physical affection, he relishes in the way you'd slowly take his hand in yours.

he absolutely loves it when you lean your head onto his shoulder whenever you two are sat beside each other.

his face flushes a deep shade of red everytime and you can tell he's flustered by the way he clears his throat but even then, he'd never shrug you off or ask you to lean away.

he may be rendered a little speechless but he secretly loves any sort of affection you give him.

when he gets more open in your relationship, he'll start to initiate smaller acts of affection.

he'll get close enough to brush his hand over yours, glancing at you birefly as if to silently ask whether you were fine with him taking you hand.

or when you both are spending a night at the balcony of wangshuu inn, he'll stand close enough for your shoulders to touch.

his touches aren't that big and showy, but xiao doesn't ask for much. even the smallest contact with you sends his heart soaring and pounding loudly in his chest anyways.

ALBEDO

your local alchemist cannot get enough of your eyes.

the way they glimmer and shine with joy, or the way they look at new things with such wonder and curiosity, he just loves them.

as a scientist, he likes to observe things and take little mental notes in his head. that's why he always stares at your eyes whenever you're doing anything.

whenever you're talking to him about anything your passionate about, unlike most people who stare at lips, albedo would intently look you in the eyes.

he enjoys watching how your eyes sparkle with so much passion and love, is so absorbed in the way they widen slightly when you realize he's staring at them.

he'd do nothing but smile at you softly and tell you, "do you know your eyes glitter like the stars when you talk like this, love?"

even when you're focused on something, sometimes he'll tear hus attention away from his work to look at how concentrated your eyes are on your work.

whenever you two are in the opposite corner of a room for some reason, your eyes will always catch albedo's

his heart breaks when you cry though because your eyes only shimmer with tears and pain.

would definitely wipe your tears away and ask you to close your eyes, planting sweet kisses on your eyelids in hopes that it would make you feel better.

CHILDE

this man finds your lips completely irresistible and he will never get enough of them.

unlike albedo, he's the type of person who would stare at your lips when you talk enthusiastically about something.

he'd interupt your speech with a quick peck to the lips. it stuns you for a bit when he says, "sorry, baby. you looked adorable talking like that i couldn't resist."

childe would definitely ask you for some type of kiss every single day you live.

his day instantly brightens whenever you greet him with a peck to the cheeks, hair, forehead, etc.

kiss him anywhere and his lips will begin to turn up to form a thankful smile.

he'd always reciprocate with a kiss of his own to your lips, basking in the warmth and love they provide him.

he seems a bit clingy because of this, but you can't blame him when your lips are just that soft and addicting.

on days when he's tired and worn out, your kisses act like a little energy recharge for him. kiss him once and he feels like he could defeat the entirety of teyvat.

he always feels reassured and comforted when you give him a kiss. that's something he rarely feels as a harbinger, so whenever you kiss him he makes sure to treasure it and of course, reciprocate it.

ZHONGLI

zhongli cannot get enough of your words, the way you talk.

we all know he's around 6,000 years old so he knows millions of stories and has an endless amount of knowledge and wisdom.

still, he listens intently to any stories you have for him.

it doesn't even need to be stories, you can tell him about anything and he'd still look at you with such fondness and affection.

he absolutely loves it when you ramble on and on to him. he thinks it's adorable how much you know about a certain topic.

zhongli also lives for your little praises, thanks, and "i love you"s.

whenever you compliment him about anything, pride and love makes his heart swell, a small smile adorning his features.

mutters a little, "thank you, my dearest," before placing a small kiss to the top of your head.

bottom line, he will never get tired of hearing talk about absolutely everything and anything. even on days when you don't have much to say, he loves to hear your voice.

this man trusts you immensely and he holds your words to the highest regard so anything that comes from your mouth is precious to him.

DILUC

your smile is something that will always make diluc's day a lot better.

he just finds your smile so contagious and comforting. he is unable to stop a smile of his own from making its way onto his features whenever he sees it.

he would give anything to see any type of smile grace your beautiful features.

he takes mental notes on what you love just so he could brighten both your day as well as his.

in the mornings, when your both in the comfort of your own home, he'd always peck your cheek.

as a bonus, he'd wrap his arms around your smaller figure too.

he basks in the warmth you give when you lean into his chest, adoring the way a smile automatically comes to form on your lips.

often times he would get you some of your favorite snacks or flowers before heading home as well.

his heart completely melts when your eyes widen with surprise. he definitely pecks your forehead when you smile and tell him, "oh, diluc... you didn't need to, but thank you so much. i love them."

your smile heals him and dispels all the fear, sadness, and frustration he holds. he would do everything in his power to make sure you never lose such a beautiful thing.

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Consent and Intimacy

request: “Can you write a drabble with Akaashi Keiji + Insatiable + Basorexia + Attachment? TY! -anon

pairing: akaashi x gn!reader

Insatiable (adj.) - (of an appetite or desire) impossible to satisfy

Basorexia (n.) - the overwhelming desire to kiss

Attachment (n.) - affection, fondness, or sympathy for someone or something

He clasps the side of your face with his palms, gently placing his forehead against yours, “my love?”

You nudge your nose in response, tightening your grip on his torso as a way of saying yes, I’m listening.

In a quiet whisper he asks, “can I kiss you?”

It’s extraordinary just how much your lover can restrain his basorexia, his overwhelming desire to kiss you— all for the sake of consent.

No matter how many times you’ve kissed, he always asks.

“Of course,” you mumble, letting your lips brush against each other.

The corners of his lips quip into a soft smile, before moving his thumb between your lips to create a small opening. He leans in slowly, he always does, as his way to savour the moment.

You can feel the gentle breeze of air exhaling through his nose, the breath he’s held for quite long finally being released. It’s the simple act of intimacy that deepens the setters attachment for you.

Though perhaps your kisses were insatiable, because he could never get enough of it.

12:15 AM

kaedehara kazuha.

“hi,” he says in a soft whisper. his face is close to yours, as if his cheek has been pressed against the wood of your door.

“hi.” you reply, breathless.

he leans against the doorframe, rounded irises of ruby inspecting you in silence. midnight, him, here outside your dormitory room. the thought becomes so bizarre that it was almost impossible to believe. but it’s real. kaedehara kazuha is real.

“it’s late,” you swallow anxiously. “you know the rules—”

“no peers sharing the same room after eight,” he chuckles, and the sound echoes deeply in his throat. “i know. just give me a second.”

the tranquility dissipates with a faint clinking from his side, raising his hand to reveal a small compass keychain in his grasp. “i thought you might like it.”

your cheeks flush a crimson shade at the sight of it. “what’s the occasion?”

“was thinking about you.” he murmurs, before jutting the trinket out to your chest, waiting for you to accept it.

and the realization finally strikes you…this is a gift. kazuha picked it out, because he was thinking about you.

“thanks,” you smile, outstretching your hand to take it. your fingers brush slightly, and a jolt of electricity creeps up your skin. “i’ll wear it so i won’t get lost.”

“is that something that happens often?” he grins lopsidedly, which looks unequivocally flirtatious, and you swear you can no longer remember your own name when you stare at it.

“how was your sunday?” kazuha asks afterwards, giving you a weird look when you don’t respond to his previous question.

“ah, it was um,” you shrug. “the usual. homework and sleep. nothing interesting.”

“and your movie?” he nods at the dvd tucked beneath your other arm.

“it was great. you can borrow it next time, if you want.”

the silence is deafening. you watch as kazuha’s gaze flickers towards the dark hallway, and your doorframe, before glancing back outside with a strange expression on his face.

“you know that i like you…right?”

your heart thrums erratically in your chest, and you heave in a deep breath at the revelation. “oh.”

“yeah,” he mumbles, fumbling awkwardly with his dormitory keys in one hand. “i just…had to get it off my chest someday. before i regretted not doing anything, you know?”

you look at his free hand, and how it seemed awfully lonely in the middle of the night.

“but if you don’t, that’s alright.” his lips flatten in a straight line, still averting his gaze. “i’m still taking the next week off, and we won’t have to see each other for a while—”

“so stay.” the words tumble easily from your mouth. “stay with me.”

his eyes finally meet yours, almost softening in admiration at the rosiness on your cheeks.

“you sure about that?” he whispers quietly, unsure of your answer and his crumbling restraint of desire. “i don’t want to force you into this.”

your fingers reach out to snug around his belt loop, gently tugging on the fabric to allow him to come closer. i like you too. isn’t that obvious, you idiot?

“go out with me, kazuha.” you say.

and in the slumbering shadows of the dark hallway, he leaves your room with a breathless grin on his flustered face.

[2:22am] ;; inumaki toge

note: nothin man inumaki toge needs a hug send tweet. gn!reader on this one too ladies and gents. it's 4:05am now i'm gonna go.... sleep

He’s never up this late. Not when the world outside seems so quiet, as though even a breath from him could shake the trees until their leaves fall and scatter around him, swirling in circles until they land at his feet.

Inumaki is never one to let his breath stir in the night with such ease, to let the wind cast around him and whistle past his ears until it’s hardly all he can hear. Yet, when night came he couldn’t find himself drawn to sleep—not for anything bad, no, the nightmares stopped bothering him a few months ago. But rather, because he saw your silhouette passing by his window and out into the courtyard, and Inumaki Toge has always been a curious one.

You turn as he approaches, and even in this darkness, he can see the way you smile at him, your eyes flitting over him and brows pulled together in a certain kindness that he could never expect from someone, but one that he feels from you as though it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.

“And I thought you weren’t one to stay up late,” You say, and your voice drips with fatigue at this hour, as though moonlight has crept its way into your throat and left you coated with its dust. You have your arms wrapped around yourself in this chill, your short sleeves not nearly enough to cover your skin from the breeze, so before he responds Inumaki shrugs off his own jacket and places it around your shoulders.

“Salmon salmon,” He says with a sigh, though his tone is awfully delightful for the way his eyes wish to close with every passing breath. He watches as you pull his jacket tighter around you, and he tries not to pay too much attention to the way you lean into him, as though you could share the warmth from the clothing purely through proximity alone.

From where you two stand, you can see the way the moon shines over the forest that surrounds the school. It reflects on puddles from the earlier rain showers, water still dripping from the leaves onto the soil, but he can hardly pay attention to the way night has spread across the forest, not when you’ve begun to lean your head onto his shoulder until your hair brushes against the newly-exposed skin of his neck and jaw.

These moments have grown much more frequent, as of late. As though you’ve only grown bolder with time, as if with each turn of the clock, you’ve only inched closer to him until there was no space left between either of you.

He doesn’t mind—not at all. Not when the sight of you in his jacket is enough to warm him even as the breeze fights against him. For the longest time, he thought you were never one for touch. He thought you would be the kind to only lay a hand on those who asked, but he supposes most people think he would be the kind to never wish to speak, too—he should really know better than to make assumptions like that.

Because now, in the glow of the moonlight underneath the ancient stars of this Earth, Inumaki Toge wishes for nothing more than to let words spill past his mouth as though he could afford to be careless. He wishes for nothing more than for his breath to creep past his lips and confess without consequence or fear.

And under this moonlight and beneath these ancient stars, you’ve trusted him with your touch, as you have for a few weeks now, and you’ve curled yourself around him and the warmth of his skin as though neither of you have known any different.

“You look pretty,” You say then, and it’s almost like you’ve managed to know no different here, either, because you know his thoughts that can never be vocalized, and now they’ve become your own. “Y’know, under the moonlight and all. Though I’d say all the other times, too.”

It takes him off guard, and he almost regrets giving you his jacket because now a blush has managed its way up his cheeks and he’s entirely on display for you to gaze at. And you do, god you do.

And then, as though it’s the most natural thing for him to do, Inumaki buries his face into the crook of your neck and whispers bonito flakes into your flesh, and then tuna, over and over again until the meaning behind the words can be felt since god he knows that they can’t always be heard.

No, he wishes to say, it’s you. It's you. Look at you. He wants to spill past his lips.

But he doesn’t need to. Never does with you, because you pull him away from your shoulder and smile at him, the moonlight reflecting off of your skin in the sweetest of ways, and smile.

“No,” You say, “It’s all you.” And then your lips are on his cheek, the kind of thing that only the sweetness of night could bring.