#akaashikeiji x fluff

[greypoth0ts]

when you can't fall sleep

trying to write and capture the essence of the Akaashi based on the other fanfics that I read!! feedback welcome <3

Akaashi

He feels you rolling around and tussling in bed.

He wakes up & rolls over to your side, "what is it,y/n? you can't sleep? must be the tea you had just now. i told you right.. you shouldn't be drinking tea at 4pm in the afternoon."

You let out a cheeky smile. “But you know I can’t go without my tea”

“Yeah so now you pay the price of insomnia but at my expense too” Akaashi stared at you.

“Don’t be so mean, babe! Help me out here please” you pouted.

“What am I supposed to do? Knock you out?!”

You both burst out laughing, laughter filling the dark room.

“Fine fine, I’ll help you out. I know exactly what you need.” Akaashi patted your head whilst telling you this.

You feel your heart swelling with warmth. This is why you fell in love with Akaashi. He does things for you. He knows exactly what you need without telling him. He learns your routines and takes the initiative to make sure that everything falls in place. This man knows you inside out. Even if the tone of your voice changes, Akaashi knows what’s up. There’s never a time where you could get away with it.

Akaashi got out of bed to switch on the warm lights. He wore the bedroom slippers and you could hear that he was headed to the kitchen. Turned on the gas, took the carton of milk and heated it up on the stove. You have a habit of drinking tea late in the afternoon so he is very familiar with this process. The both of you have trialed and error what works and what doesn’t. But warm milk? It instantly puts you to sleep within 30 minutes.

You could hear the footsteps getting louder as he comes back into the room. Akaashi was holding a tray of warm milk and some water. He laid it down on the bedside and kissed you on the forehead. He let out a sweet smile whilst looking at you.

Akaashi tucked you into bed, turned on TV and switched it to Netflix.

“So which movie would you like to fall asleep to, babe?” - Akaashi gently asked.

“I don’t know.. let’s put on some science documentary. You know it always puts me to sleep.” You giggled.

Akaashi joined you in bed, you were all so familiar with the process. You scoot up right next to Akaashi’s chest and laid there.

He fed you warm milk that he heated up.

Safe. You felt safe in his arms. You know that you will fall asleep soon. But you fought the sleep monsters. Akaashi does a lot of things for you. But this, helping to ease you to sleep, is by far your favourite thing that he does for you.

You wanted to keep your eyes open and savour every moment possible. Akaashi plays with your hair and pats you to sleep.

“I love you so much, keiji. I am a very lucky girl and I hope that you will keep doing this for me till we’re old and grey” - you mumbled, fighting your heavy eyelids.

“Silly girl, I will always do whatever for you. Even if you do this everyday, I would heat up milk everyday, just for you. I would go to the end of the earth, just for you. I love you so much more.” Keiji stroked your hair, kissed your forehead and tucked you in. Lying next to you, falling asleep together.

[currently-exsisting]

Coins & Coffee Shop (Akaashi Keiji)

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pure Fluff, Second Hand Embarrassment

Word Count: ~1.5K

A/N: You can't tell me Akaashi's demeanor doesn't scream dark academia vibes and I'm totally here for it. Also, this is my first post here so I hope you guys like it and I'm always open for constructive criticism! (ꈍᴗꈍ)

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Everyone has little aspects about them that make them unique. No one has the same features as anyone else but people do share common traits among each other. (Y/N) was known to be many things. She was intellectual, indecisive, inquisitive, sometimes lazier than she would like to admit. But above all these things, (Y/N) was an honorary member of the klutz society. It’s not that she chose to constantly trip on her own feet or overlook the miscellaneous sock that somehow found its way out of the laundry basket, it was just that the universe had placed some unspoken curse on her that bound her to these actions in her everyday life. Some days seemed to consist of fewer misdemeanors than others. Today was seemingly one of those.

(Y/N) had just finished her second interview of the week and so she went to treat herself at a small coffee shop located in the quieter part of town. Although it is labeled as a coffee shop, the young woman was never a fan of the bitter drinks most adults fawn over. Her typical order consisted of a medium-sized hot, Darjeeling tea. She preferred to use honey as a sweetener because it added a unique flavor otherwise unattainable.

She entered the small coffee shop and made her way to the barista to place her order. She didn’t give her surroundings much thought, her mind was wandering, thinking about the latest article she wrote for the local newspaper.

“Hello miss, how may I help you today?” She placed her order with a lopsided smile, her mind still not completely present.

“That will be $3.25 please.” (Y/N)’s fingers fumbled around as she was reaching for the correct amount of change, causing a few dimes and pennies to fall on the haphazardly cleaned floor.

She muttered a small sorry as she scrambled around to gather the few coins, mentally cursing the mere existence of them. Just as her finger reached to pick up the last coin, a stranger’s long, skinny fingers brushed up against hers.

“Oh thank you!” (Y/N) pulled her hand away after the stranger gave her the discarded coin. She hadn’t looked at his eyes yet, far too embarrassed to even look at his face.

That was until her stranger let out his first few words. “It was no problem.” Quickly (Y/N) raised her head, causing a sharp pain to shoot up her neck. Her slight grimace faded into a nervous smile, completed with wide eyes. The boy- no, the man in front of her was nothing short of angelic. His face could easily be mistaken for that of a Greek god. His slightly shaggy, raven hair fell on his forehead, framing his face. His cerulean eyes looked like they were unintentionally piercing into (Y/N)’s thoughts. And, as if he was able to use those eyes to read her thoughts, a small smile gracing his lips. (Y/N) were in the presence of an angel, there was no doubt about it. However, her heavenly daydream quickly crash-landed back on earth when the barista let out a forced cough.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened even more- if that was possible- as she realized her situation. She quickly tore her eyes off the stranger without another acknowledgment and turned back to the counter. She grabbed her tea, nodding her head in both gratitude and apology. (Y/N)’s mind, still hazy from the multiple levels of embarrassment she caused herself, didn’t conceive the idea that the man standing behind her was also in line and didn’t, as she previously thought, move away after helping her.

She whipped her whole body around yet again, itching with the idea of escaping the immense tension she created and misplaced her feet. Her legs tangled together like a braid, causing her to lose what little balance and dignity she had left.

It’s not that she meant to trip and spill her tea all over him; it was just the way of her people. People that she never disliked more than in that singular moment. (Y/N) looked up at the stranger, who was now holding her shoulders back to keep from falling over, for the second time in the span of two minutes. Except, this time he was covered in a light yellow-brown drink, his face contorted due to the hot tea burning his skin.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so so sorry!” (Y/N) scrambled to grab some napkins that were placed on the counter. She pushed him down into a nearby chair as she dabbed the napkin over her shirt. Her hands came across his abdominal area and she felt the hardness of his abs. Her indecipherable tangent of apologies paused and her cheeks flushed to an even brighter red.

It seemed as if the tea had cooled off because the man let out a small chuckle. His hand reached down to grab her wrist but he didn’t pull it away. (Y/N)’s eyes were still stuck gazing at the light brown shirt, speckled with unorganized dots of darker brown. When he grabbed her hand she slowly lifted her face. And without meeting his eyes, she let out another meek apology.

“It’s alright, you won’t be able to remove the stains or the dampness with a napkin. I was on my way home anyway so don’t feel bad about it.” His face had returned to the relaxed, nonchalant expression he had on previously. His cheeks were tinted a faint light pink color but he attempted to force the color to seep back into its typical hue.

“But I have to make it up to you somehow.” Her eyes wandered around the small cafe, thinking of something she could do for the gorgeous man. “Oh! Let me pay for whatever you were about to buy! It’s the least I can do and I am not taking no for an answer.” (Y/N)’s expression lit up as she stood back up from her crouching position. Her cheeks that had just started to lose their pinkish tint flamed up again when she realized the man hadn’t let go of her hand.

He slowly, almost reluctantly, let go of her wrist as he let out a small nod and stood up alongside her. “What’s your order?”

“A medium Earl Grey tea” The man, as (Y/N) had picked up, didn’t say or do more than was necessary. It wasn’t that he was careless but rather extremely reserved. Noticing this, (Y/N) let out another smile.

“Do you prefer tea over coffee as well? My favorite is Darjeeling but Earl Grey is delicious as well, it has a sort of musky yet elegant taste.” The man shook his head in another slight nod but this time it seemed as if he was more intrigued by the conversation. His eyes were focused on her as she placed the order yet again, this time paying in full bills instead of reaching for change.

(Y/N) turned her head around, slowly this time, after she got both their drinks. Her eyes caught on his piercing blue ones yet again and she felt her heart skip a beat. She acknowledged the upward tilt of his lips but decided not to comment on it. “Do you mind if I join you?” Heading towards a pair of chairs set around a mini coffee table by the window. The man simply shook his head and sat across from her. They conversed about their lives for a bit until their drinks had cooled down and they seemed to be well acquainted with each other.

“Oh, where are my manners? My name is (Y/N) (L/N), and again, I'm so sorry for inconveniencing you.” She took a sip of her tea and placed it down on the table.

“Akaashi Keiji; and like I said, don't worry about it. You do have a way of attracting clumsiness though.” (Y/N) looked away, embarrassment creeping up on her again.

Nodding her head she let out a sigh, “I can’t help it. The more I think about fixing my klutzy nature, the more it becomes prominent.” She reaches her hand to grab her cup. “I need some sort of anti-klutz device.” Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) wasn’t exactly paying attention as to where her hand was headed. Just as her wrist knocked the edge of her cup, Akaashi’s hand jolted out to hold the drink steady. (Y/N)’s brows crinkled and she rested her head in her hands in frustration. “See!”

Akaashi’s smile grew larger.“I don’t know about an anti-klutz device but I’ve had my fair share of clumsy friends so I can be of some assistance.”

(Y/N) peaked out from between her fingers, “You mean you want to willingly spend time with a hazard such as myself.” She said that as a joke of course, but Akaashi still nodded in his nonchalant manner.

“ Did you know that it is a person’s nervous system that causes them to be more or less clumsy?” he hummed and continued, now looking at the young woman in front of him that had him infatuated in her, “I can’t change your clumsiness, but I can be there to catch you if it causes you to fall.”

[moonboohoo]

——HIS HONEY GIRL 

pairings: akaashi keiji x fem!reader 

summary: honey girl, honey girl. akaashi writes a poem for his crush. 

genre/tags: fluff 

word count: 881 words

EVERY GIRL IS A BLESSING ㅡ they are graceful angels created by heaven, a beautiful blithe spirit that brings happiness to mama earth and her children. girls are like angels, but i would rather call them honey girls. the top of their heads blooming sunflowers, cherry red lips tug into a smile when they whisper soft candy words that smell like sweet nectar in a flower field, even sweeter than a honey mango tree in the summer days.

asherah asks the stars, the planets, and mama earth to create cute little potions for honey girls. they drink it AND THEY SEE DIFFERENT FLOWERS BLOOMING ON THEIR HONEY SKIN. some of them have peony and periwinkle on their hands and legs with soft milky white skin and flower eyes, some of them have sun-kissed skin and bones, amaryllis and tulips on their hands and legs, and pretty nebulas scattered across their nose and high on their cheeks, some of them have moon eyes, their fingers and thighs swelled in honey bee love, cheeks like soft marshmallow that could swallow pretty flowers and grow inside their lungs.

asherah calls them sunshine girl, moon girl, flower girl, cloud girl, and star girl, because she says they are like chalk and cheese, have nothing in common as they have different personalities and body frames - but still, i would rather call them honey girls. it's true that girls are beautiful and unique in their own way, but they are still honey girls. a girl's voice is like maple syrup (they are soothing and sweet!), a girl's heart is like cotton candy (they are soft-hearted!), a girl has honey and milk under her tongue (whisper sweet words of love!), and a girl's laugh is like honeycombs (it makes me melt and see stars!), dripping off in my ears and my entire existence, feeding my soul. it doesn't matter whether they are girls from the pastel galaxies or the earth, because they are still honey girls in nature.

HONEY GIRLS ARE LIKE A GIFT TO US ㅡ they throw their wands away and spread their pinions to the roseate clouds, saying goodbye to little stars and going down to earth. honey girls want to protect mama earth and her children, they spread twinkle tears all over the world to shower them with affection. honey girls are precious, honey girls are adorable, and honey girls deserved to be loved.

i have finally found my baby honey girl sitting on a bench and stared up at the obsidian night sky, one cherry cola on her left hand, right hand holding her favourite club chicken sandwich, moon eyes on the left and star eyes on the right. it doesn't matter if she's a moonstar girl, cuz' i see her as my cute little honey girl that makes my heart spiral into stellar oblivion - i want to take my honey girl on summer dates, buying her honey milk tea and honey lip balm until her eyes and lips are dripping caramel honey so she can taste herself using her own fingertips, then honey girl and i can dance in the rain while listening to indie songs, and i can take her to a ferris wheel and see her blushed when i put a honey star bracelet on her wrist.

but, alas, my baby honey girl seems to love the sky more than me. honey girl keeps looking at the stars and the moon in the sky - her eyes lit up when mama moon is smiling at her, and honey girl feels like her entire soul sucked out of her body, as her soul flies up to the night sky and landed on a star, and gives mama moon a kiss. her body is still here, but her soul lives above the clouds and fogs - i wish i can tear the night sky away using my own teeth so i, too, can fly up to the sky and drag you to the ground (please don't leave me alone!). oh, honey girl, i can see your heart eyes when you are looking at me, you dare say you don't fancy me? i can build a heaven for you and me, i can paint a galaxy of flowers, the stars, and your favourite moon on the ceiling - this is your home, honey girl, i would spoon-feed you my heart juice and shower you with love just like mama moon.

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Akaashi Keiji was twirling his pen in his hands while he sat on a blue plastic chair, his eyes were still staring at the girl. The library was quiet, some of them were doing their assignments, the others were studying for their finals, and here's Akaashi Keiji, writing a poem for his crush. He scratched his head lightly, and suddenly, an idea popped up in his mind - he scribbled a few words on his paper and folded it up, putting it inside his bag.

Keiji sighed and looked at his crush again. One day, he would definitely confess to her.

THE LAST PARAGRAPH: Venus and Mars are a love tragedy, but you and I are meant to be.

[greypoth0ts]

Comfort from Akaashi

I am still on the roll with the sad comforting fan fics cos life is shit right now but just let me project it here

Characters: Akaashi Keiji

Genre: sadness, comfort & fluff!

Not once, twice.. but thrice. Your ex boyfriend cheated on you. First two times.. yeah. It hurt.. You kept questioning why you. You kept asking, is it because I am not good enough? But when it came to the third time.. you.. felt.. numb.

You knew better, you knew the process. Somedays you lie down in bed sobbing, hoping someone would hold your broken pieces together. You want to be loved, you want to be loved right. You want a love that's unwavering. You want a love that is loyal. Soft at the right time. The kind where you feel like.. its us against the world.

But what did you get? You got.. a dude who cheats. Despite your good heart, giving chances and chances. Over and over again.. the cheating keeps resurfacing. You stopped questioning why you.

You don't ever want to go through this again. You've had enough. You want to put a stop to this because you know and you realise your worth. So you know the only way to control this situation, is that you leave. You leave 6 years worth of memories behind and start afresh.

Akaashi has been there with you through it all. Your first heartbreak, the good times and the bad times. Akaashi always made it a point to be there. He wouldn't miss it for the world, he says. So of course, the first, the second time he cheated, he was there for you. But you haven't told him about the 3rd. Akaashi was your best friend from the start. You both grew up together. Akaashi knows you, inside out. Even better than your ex boyfriend, I must say. A change in your voice, or even just a look on your face.. he knows what's up.

Akaashi has loved you fiercely in all forms.. good days.. He's there. He's there to ride the high with you. And on the bad days where you can't even pick yourself up to function.. He is what keeps you going. He helps you function. So for Akaashi.. he has seen them through it all. You could call him at 3am in the morning sobbing.. and He'll appear at the door with flowers(you don't know how he manages it but he does) and ice cream. This time round its no different. Akaashi is the constant in your life. You could always count on him.

"babe. could you please.. come over? I don't know how to go into details right now.. but I just need you to be here." you quivered as you spoke over the phone to Akaashi.

It was 2am in the morning.

"sure, babe. give me 15 minutes, see you. hang in there." it may not be as assuring, but it has been the most assuring thing you've heard in awhile.

Sure enough, 15 minutes later, you could hear his car pull up on your driveway.

"I'm here." - your phone lighted up. It was Akaashi that texted.

Your hair is a mess, you're in your sweats. You dragged your feet to the door.

And as soon as you open the door, even before you could say anything.. Akaashi pulled you close into his arms.

"its okay, you're safe with me now. we'll figure it out. okay?"

You buried your face in his chest. You could barely say anything. All you did was let out sobs. You tried your best to keep it in, you tried so hard to stand.. but you fell to the ground. Akaashi never once loosen his grip.

Akaashi scooped you off the floor and carried you to your room. He put you down gently on your bed. Wiping the tears off your face with his thumb.

Akaashi could feel that his chest tightening, like someone is ripping his ribcage apart. He hated to see you in this state.

Very gently, he put on his hoodie for you. "I know you like this.. I brought it for you. I hope it brings you some comfort." he whispers.

You could barely say anything. You looked at him with tears in your eyes.. hoping he knows that you are very appreciative of him.

He gets onto the bed with you. Pulls you closer to him, pulls the blankets to cover the both of you. Holds your hands and keeps you warm. You sit comfortably in silence together, candle light flickering.

Akaashi's had enough. He doesn't want to see you in this state again. He knows that he can give you better, treat you better, like the queen that you are. He gathers all his courage. You could feel him tightening his grip when your hands are interlocked.

"y/n. I know maybe its not what you want to hear right now. or maybe its not even the right time. but I don't care. I love you. I loved you the day we met. I loved you since we were kids. I watched you grow, I've been there to ride through your highs with you. and for every time you've fallen, I've always picked your pieces up and glued them together for you. But I think it's enough, y/n. I don't want to see you go through this again. I love you, not just in a way where I just want to be your bestfriend, picking up the mess. but I love you in a way where I want to be able to protect you, to treat you right. to give you the love you deserve. I love you in the way where I know I will want to marry you someday. I love you and I can't promise you that we won't fight or argue. but as long as I love you, I will honour my promises, I will take care of you & I promise you loyalty and happiness to the best of my abilities."

"I know its..."

Even before Akaashi could finish his sentence, you kissed him. You loved Akaashi when you first met too. But circumstances never really fell into place so the both of you just remained as best friends.

"I love you too Keiji, I know it's too soon, with everything that is happening, but we could take it slow."

He heaved a sigh of relief. "finally.." he says.

The both you sat up and embraced each other tightly. You know that from now on.. you are safe. You forever will be.

Love with Keiji is fierce, he does not let you get away with bullshit and calls you out for it. He nurtures you gently. Keiji is loyal. He is soft when you need him to and love with Keiji is reliable and exclusive. You never have any trust issues with him.

likes & reblogs welcome :)

[greypoth0ts]

Always here.

characters: Akaashi Keiji

genre: fluff, comfort, love.

been awhile since I wrote anything! too busy with work but I decided to write something about keiji today. enjoy!!

As the year end approaches, your schedule is packed with meetings with parents, year end reports and all these other changes.

Keiji has been with you since you started teaching. He knows the kind of madness that ensues when you approach the year end. You barely get any sleep whilst trying to churn out reports. Going to work extra early, having trouble falling asleep because of all the thinking and anxiety that you're troubled with.

Whenever you are editing or completing your reports, Keiji would sit by the bedside, reading his book, unwinding and keeping a look out for you. He knows that he can't help with your reports but he just wants to be close. He wants to be able to help whenever he can. Even though he gets carried away reading his book from time to time, he occasionally looks up and rubs your back.

"is there anything I can do for you babe?" - Keiji asks.

"mmm..." you typed furiously on your laptop.

He knows you can't multi task and won't be able to reply him. But he assures you anyway.

"I love you! You're doing amazing." he gently assured, still rubbing your back. He looks in your way, waiting for a reaction.

It took you awhile to realise the love of your life was talking to you. You stopped. You dropped everything you were doing to go next to him.

"I love you too, Keiji. Thank you for being patient. You wrap your hands around his neck Thank you for being here with me and for me."

You lay next to him.

"you need to complete your reports, don't you babe?" he questioned.

"nah, my reports can wait. I can do it tomorrow. Nothing else could ever compare to spending time with you. And if it is what we have for now, I'll take it. Work can wait. Time with Keiji can't." you assured him.

You lay on his chest as he planted a kiss on your forehead. Keiji rubbed your back till you fell asleep.