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✎ Just the Little, Sweet Things III | Tokyo Revengers

↠ Chifuyu, Angry / Souya, Kokonoi, Baji, Izana × Reader

↠ Fluff | Headcanons

↠ Before You Read:

i function better with headcanons and short scenarios i’ve realized :))

↠ Rules for Requesting | Masterlist

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✎ Oddly Specific Scenarios II | Genshin Impact | Modern AU

↠ Scaramouche, Kazuha, Tohma, Gorou × Reader

↠ Fluff | Scenarios

↠ Before You Read:

one of a few more things i’ll be posting before i permanently move to the new blog hwehwe

ALSO SCARA IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE TIMEOUT CORNER BUT I ALREADY TYPED THIS OUT AND I WASNT ABOUT TO CHANGE IT UP. THIS DOESNT MEAN IM NOT MAD AT HIM ANYMORE OKAY BECAUSE I TOTALLY AM :3

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A/n: alcohol consumption; mentions of alcohol. Another hq!! member being a big baby.

A tinkling sound enters through the speaker of his phone which has him guessing what the source could be. Wind chimes?

“Are you outside?”

You shake your head despite his lack of presence. “No, I’m having tea.”

“What’s that noise?” Akaashi leans back in his seat and does his best to stretch his legs but the length of them, as usual, finds him in an uncomfortable position.

“It’s the spoon clinking against the cup.”

“Oh,” Akaashi tilts his legs to the side and stretches them underneath the driver’s seat. He’s practically laying down with his body leaning against the cab window but at least he’s comfortable. “It was just the spoon. My wife’s having tea.”

You pause mid sip because, “What?”

“The nice cab man asked me what the sound was. I just explained it to him.” Your husband explains in nonchalance.

“You better tip him well if he has to deal with you,” You chide through the phone. You’re joking but you know your husband will take the words to heart.

“Yes I will.” Akaashi says through the phone before facing the driver of the vehicle, “My wife said I need to tip you well.”

You hear a vague, she’s a smart wife in the background.

“Yes, the taxi man said you’re a smart wife.”

“Jeez Keiji.” You’re laughing and making your way to the living room. You wish you could see your husband’s face right now. His eyes get droopy and a glowing hue abounds him. He’s always been a quiet, happy drunk with a perpetual curve upon his lips. “I’m sorry I’m not there to take care of you myself, but I’m thankful you have a nice taxi man to take you home.”

And as expected, your beloved husband relays the information to the cab driver, continuing to make this two person conversation three. “My wife says thank you and sorry that you have to deal with me.”

“Please stop bothering the poor man!” You giggle into the phone. “Stop repeating what I’m saying back!”

“She says to stop repeating what she’s saying. So I guess I’ll stop now.”

With a sigh, you get up to go back to the kitchen, “How much have you had to drink?”

Akaashi grumbles and slots himself between the crevice of the seat and door. “A lot. We had pitchers of beer and shared a couple bottles of whiskey.”

“A couple of bottles?” You parrot, noting the raspiness in your husband’s voice. It sounds like he could fall asleep any minute.

“Maybe three? Four, I think?”

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun.” You begin boiling another pot of hot water. Considering how much Akaashi’s drank, you figure he might want some too before passing out.

“I did.” The way his words drift sound wistful. You’ve been married to your husband long enough that on the other end of the phone is a smile. “I missed them.”

Air passes through your mouth in a small snort, “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I was so happy. I was thinking ‘I don’t want to let this go.’”

“Missing people is normal.” You find proof in his words. Akaashi is sappy and sentimental after drinking a little too much. “It just means they’re important to you.”

“I see. That makes sense.”

“Of course. You went to high school with them. That was a very important part of your life.”

You hear the sound of a car door thunk into place after your husband mutters to the cab driver a farewell and thanks.

“You’re here already?”

“Yes,” He all but breathes out. Like the day has taken its toll on him, “I’m home.”

“Welcome home.” You get up from the kitchen, phone still to your ear while you listen to the sound of your husband’s breathing in consecutive with him unlocking the door.

With a smirk, you help him out by unlocking the door on your end and you are greeted with exactly what you expected. Skin flush and hair in an adorable, floppy mess, Akaashi’s gaze immediately brightens at the sight of you, dropping the portable device into the pocket of his coat.

He hugs you without a second thought. With the way Akaashi encompasses your body, his heated skin against yours, you barely register the way the chilly winter air nips at your skin.

“That makes sense now.” He murmurs into your ear.

“Hmmm?”

“That explains why I missed you the whole time.”

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A/n: idk what this is but take it. Kuroo shows his love by bringing Nekoma the best bananas he can find

“Hey, so I know this is really weird,” Well that’s a good start, “but could we trade bananas?”

It takes you an extra four seconds to process what this stranger says. When you do, you’re too stunned to even respond. This has got to be the weirdest interaction you’ve ever experienced.

He pokes towards the bunch of fruit in your grocery basket, two shy waves punctuated by embarrassment.

“Why.” You hear how it sounds when it comes out of your mouth. Accusatory you can’t help but be because you’re inside a grocery store, where products are sold on shelves and stands. So why is he trying to buy from you?

“It’s this whole thing,” he explains, unwavering. It seems he’s steadfast in convincing you to trade. “I’m captain of my volleyball team.”

A hand of yours lifts under your chin and hides your mouth. You have to physically restrain yourself from speaking because if you didn’t, you’d say, ‘Okay. And?’ because who cares? You’re just trying to buy groceries!

“We’re pretty good actually. Good enough to make it to nationals.” He mentions with a smug grin. He kind of looks like a proud parent. You’ve got to admit that his fond expression does tug at your heartstrings. Only slight though. “Our first game is actually tomorrow and we always bring bananas to competitions. It’s a good source of potassium which prevents muscle cramps.”

“But why my bananas?”

He scrounges through his cart. It’s a mixture of energy drinks, an assortment of snacks, and adorably, a crossword puzzle.

“Look at these!” In a dramatic flair, the stranger shoves the bananas at your face. “They’re green! It’s all the store has! You’ve got the most yellow ones in here.”

Your vision ping pongs between him and his unripe fruit, calculating an appropriate response.

“You really wouldn’t let me show up to my team with unripe bananas would you?” He pleads when he’s had enough of your silence. “What kind of captain would I be?”

It’s the stupid puppy dog eyes that win you over.

“Okay fine,” you roll your eyes. It’s not like you were planning on eating a yogurt parfait for breakfast tomorrow. “We can trade.”

Immediately, his pout turns into a victorious, cheshire smile. He eagerly trades you the bunches with gratitude and you wave him off with feigned indifference. He’s an interesting one, alright. When you turn, thinking the conversation is over, he calls for you one last time.

“Hey one more thing.”

What more could he possibly want from you? Slowly turning back, “Yes?”

“Once again, really weird but, could we trade numbers too?”

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Splashes of Citrus, Salt, and Secret

Summary: Atsumu sucks at keeping secrets. You win anyways.

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.6k

A/n: here, take an Atsumu x reader fic that provides an inside look to the life of Reins. Inspired by my own experiences

Atsumu thinks you’re good at guessing. In reality, he’s just awful at keeping secrets. He thinks he’s slick with the way he dials up the charm through the use of a confident smirk or the way he tries to brush off your prying questions with a failed air of nonchalance. Unfortunately, unauthentic Atsumu is a poor sell. It’s what makes him so loveable.

Usually you’d push until he gives, because you revel in the feeling of being right, but the secret he’s keeping seems like an important one. Important to him, important to you, important to the thought of ‘us’.

So you abate your curious tongue with a sneaky knowing look when he turns his back, but Atsumu really makes it difficult. You’re trying your best to keep it a secret that you know his secret but he continues bringing it up on his own accord.

It began as an innocent plan for a well earned vacation to Greece. Both of you chasing the excitement of a getaway, Atsumu continues to marathon his way with weekly reminders.

“I got this surprise for you!” Atsumu grins the first time he mentions it while walking hand in hand through the mall.

You tilt your head with an inquisitive side glance. “Surprise?”

“Yup,” and the grip on your hand twines tighter. The electricity of your boyfriend abounds him and you can’t help but giggle at his infectious nature. “I’m super excited about it.”

“Is it a dinner?” The match of chess begins.

Atsumu evades, “Nah.”

“Did you go crazy and reserve a beach for us?” He’s always been a little too extravagant like that.

Another slip from your offense. “Nah.”

“Hmm,” And you truly give it some thought this time, “Is it a boat ride?”

“Not it either.”

Round one’s lost but not all wins happen at once.

“Can’t wait to give you your surprise.” Atsumu mentions softly as he peers up at your face, head contentedly in your lap as you brush fingers along his scalp. After a long day of practice, this is his favorite thing.

“Will you give me a hint?” You try and ask sweetly, win him over with your own personal allure.

“Can’t do that.” He whispers into your lap. He gives you one anyway despite his words. It’s in the love laden look of his. The way his eyes bear a weight at the sight of you, like the wind has shifted, and Atsumu envisions something more.

“Private cooking lessons?” You test your theory and await his response, making sure to cradle his face so you don’t miss a single beat of his reaction.

“Nope.” There it is. That lovesick, cloyingly sweet grin. Your heart beats faster just at the sight of it. “You’ll never guess it.”

You settle for a stalemate.

Unauthentic Atsumu is a poor sell. Authentic Atsumu? Bewitching.

You try to push the realization to the back of your mind. This is a big moment and although you’ve ruined it for yourself, you don’t want to ruin it for him. He’s so eager and so excited. There’s no way you’d even allow yourself the opportunity to quell the absolute elation he’s experiencing. He sure does make it hard, in his own Atsumu way.

“Can you believe it?” That perfectly lopsided grin of his does him no favors. He tilts his head tauntingly. You make it a point to exaggerate the roll of your eyes before scolding him for taking his eyes off the road for too long. He misses no chance to brag about his accomplishments, especially if it’s over something you’ve bested him time and time again. “I’ve finally beat you. You can’t guess what I got you.”

You hate this. You know and you want to shove that stupid smirk of his down his throat but damnit it transitions back into the stupid lovelorn smile. The one that fills you in tingles, glowing lanterns lighting up your skin.

“I’ll figure it out,” You continue to play his game.

Atsumu denies. It’s that fond look in his eyes that makes you weak. “I don’t think you will.”

He prattles on and on in the following weeks until you’re sitting on the floor rolling your articles of clothing to pack into your suitcase. You learned the hack from a YouTube video you watched once.

A pair of your socks and his slot perfectly between one of your tshirts and his sweatshirt,

“I - I uhm, I don’t think I can do this.” You turn around to find your boyfriend behind you seated at the bottom corner of the bed. He’s a little panicked. Accompanied by the toiletries that litter on the bed behind him, he’s looking like quite the mess.

“Just toss me the clothes you want to bring,” You offer. He’s never been as good of a packer as you. “I’ll pack your suitcase.”

“No, no, that’s not it.” He’s running a hand through his hair now. These nerves have more to do with filling your luggage it seems. “Your surprise. I’m not ready. I can’t do it.”

You’ve got a bundle of underwear in one hand and a sleeping shirt in the other. An article escapes from the bunch.

“What do you mean you can’t do it?”

You turn around but Atsumu can’t even bear to look at you. He’s got his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. “I can’t. I ain’t ready. I told you.”

No, this won’t do. He’s hyped this whole thing up and you can’t have him get you excited for nothing. You scoot your way to him, knocking over perfectly rolled piles until you’re in between his legs.

Atsumu moves only when you reach for his wrist, giving it a slight tug. He all but pouts before you, the saddest and most pitiful puppy dog look ever to be adorned by a human.

“Not ready?” A soft murmur musters from your voice as you navigate this fragile situation with a rapidly beating heart. “You’ve been talking about it for the past couple of months.”

“But what if you don’t like it? I couldn’t uhh-“ Atsumu flusters again. He does this thing where his eyes frantically search for answers in the air. You admire the amount of grit it takes to continue to keep this mystery despite his current neurosis. “I couldn’t decide what you’d like best. And you deserves everything to be perfect. But I’m a chump because now I didn’t get anything.”

“I’d love anything as long as it’s from you.” There have never been words spoken more true. Your hands trace his jaw and gently lift so that his eyes meet yours. “Come on, look at me.”

You can tell he’s frustrated. The tremble in his brows match the wobble of his lips. He’s frustrated with himself because that’s just how Atsumu is. But if the stepping stone to your long awaited surprise is a reminder that his problems are no longer his alone, you’re more than willing to set the pace.

“I mean it.” It’s just the two of you in the room, in the household even, but your whispers fill only the bubble fit for only you both. “You’re not perfect either but I choose you anyways.”

He gives a wet whine that turns into a giggle. A smile breaks his forlorn features. You think it’s a success and continue. “You’ve been planning it for a while right? Maybe you can show me a picture of it instead?”

At this, Atsumu perks up. “Alright, you cheseball.” He wipes his tears before giving you a kiss. It’s one that’s thankful and most of all, so very in love. “I love you.”

Vacation in Greece is wonderful, full of magical sunsets and scented with splashes of citrus and salt. Time feels endless with Atsumu. You spend your days getting tackled into the sea and marveling at cobblestone streets. You almost forget about Atsumu’s hidden intentions until four days in, where you enjoy a boat ride at sunset.

“I totally guessed a boat ride.” It’s good natured teasing that both of you are used to, but Atsumu doesn’t fail to notice the peace upon your visage.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re always right.”

Finally. You think. It’s nice to hear that again.

You turn to face him, and the sea breeze whips through your clothes and at your face.

You’re met with the image of your future ring displayed on a phone screen and a kneeling boyfriend.

“Marry me anyways?”

There’s pictures of Atsumu floating around the internet proposing to you in that special way of his. Along with it are a couple of following pictures where your husband-to-be finally succumbs to the effects of seasickness. His friends make fun of him and sure, sometimes you do too, but it’s the authentic Atsumu you cherish. The world may have chiseled, pro athlete and heartbreaking menace Atsumu.This one is yours. The one who builds up months and months to your engagement only to almost fall flat in the final twenty-four hours.

Yeah, that’s the Atsumu you’ve won.

BONUS

“I can’t wait to surprise everyone with our engagement when we get back home.” Atsumu says into your hair. It’s been a long day and the two of you spend a groggy night swiping through the photos you’ve collected in the plush comfort of your hotel room. “Imagine Samu’s face!”

Guess what, everyone already knew.

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Five Step Heart Skincare Routine

Summary: Sakusa teaches you how to take care of your skin and your heart

Word count: 2.2k

Genre: angst with a sprinkle of fluff

A/n: life is busy but at least I have enough time to put on sunscreen. Also? Do I even know how to write drabbles anymore? Everything I write keeps getting longer and longer

Step one: Apply cleanser

“Rub in circles lightly,” Sakusa murmurs quietly, a little more to himself than to you. Crowned in the cute neon froggie headband you bought him a couple months into your relationship, you stand mesmerized by the sudsy circles he rubs into his skin. A strict routine where he starts with ten circles at the hollows of his cheeks, up to the apples, gliding to the temple and meeting at his forehead.

“Start your day fresh by getting rid of all the dirt and grime like the drool you leave on the pillow.” Your beloved doesn’t break contact with his reflection, continuing his daily duty for young, refreshing skin.

“I think you’re talking about yourself.” You pout at him, fingers mimicking his. At that, Sakusa chuckles, just as softly as before. A drowsy one that relents, that tells you that this is perfect. It’s one that means this is exactly how I want to start my day and you’re the only one I want to share this with.

You think of this memory on your morning walk. You’ve upgraded now to strolls around your neighborhood, waking up an hour earlier than supposed to in order to start your day fresh. It’s Sakusa’s words you’ve taken to heart, where instead of just rubbing circles in your skin, you take the time to walk in circles and clear your mind. In the dawn of morning, dew cooling your neck, you begin your day with happy memories.

Step two: Apply toner to prepare the skin

“Come on, Omi!”

It’s far too early for this, but the fuel of pettiness runs deep today. The night before was full of drinking at home and beating Sakusa at card games. You wanted a lowkey night in with the love of your life, but he flat out refused. He looked at you straight in the face and didn’t care for the dramatics you displayed through pouts and fake sobs.

“I have to wake up early to go for a run. You don’t.” Sakusa explains as if you don’t live with him. As if he doesn’t spend the first five minutes of his morning snoozing and savoring the comfort of your being before slipping from your fingertips.

“I could still go for a run even if we drink.” You cross your arms, face placid and stare firm.

He quirks a brow. “I really doubt it.”

And it’s that doubt that gives you strength. “I could. And I will.”

In no time, Sakusa’s competitive streak bears light and shots of sake are poured. It eventually leads to a rummaging of a dusty, neglected shelf where you find a deck of Hanafuda cards squeezed behind a glass box of chess gifted by Komori and a prized original edition Power Ranger action figure. Though you win a majority of the koi koi games played, Sakusa still goes to sleep with a smile because he knows that when he wakes, he’ll prove you wrong.

Too bad spite is stronger than even your own alarm clock. Here you are now, making Sakusa’s life harder than it’s supposed to, as if it was what you were born to do.

“You need to stretch first,” Sakusa pouts from his position as he pulls the top of his foot behind him. “To prepare your muscles or you could pull— h-hey! Wait! Where are you going?!”

The wind whips at your cheeks as you run ahead with giggles and grins. “I told you I’d go for a run! That’s what I’m doing!”

You don’t look back but you know he’s following. “Wait! Do you even know where you’re going?”

He might sound irritated, but you don’t miss the smile in his words.

Step three: Apply serum and provide nutrients and antioxidants necessary to the skin

The sight of your boyfriend greeting you at the door is unexpected and to be honest, irritating. You were hoping for some alone time to settle your thoughts in peace before having to see him again, even though your fight last night was all you could think about at work. You bounced back and forth between being empathetic and setting your foot down until your coworker reminded you to channel your bad bitch energy.

A relationship requires two people, she told you with doleful eyes.

The sight of him, all remorseful like a kicked little puppy solidified it all for you. He wasn’t going to fool you today with his jutted lips and shy demeanor. Who is he to feel sorry for himself?

“Hey.” You mumble and walk underneath his arm holding onto the frame, past the threshold, not even sparing him a glance.

“Sweetheart,” he calls after you. It lingers, tepid and afraid because Sakusa’s never had the opportunity to navigate a relationship like this. His words trail after you the same as his steps where he almost knocks you over when you abruptly stop in place.

“You—?” Shock keeps words at bay as you stare at your abode, sparkling clean and the smell of freshness wafting through the air.

Sakusa takes your passive nature to tentatively grab your wrist. Long fingers dance along your skin as if testing the waters and asking for consent. When you don’t back away from his touch, he slots his hands into yours and breathes out a sigh that he had no idea he was holding in.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” It’s the same quiet tone reserved for the mornings in the softness of dawn and pink skies. You know he truly is, because Sakusa is a man built of walls. Inhibitions are only let go in the safety of your bed under the spells of drowsy whispers.

You grumble out an okay, but still refuse to look at his pleading eyes. Pride makes it a struggle for you to relent, even if he’s shown he’s taken your words to heart. But it shouldn’t have to come to this, right? You think you’ve been clear enough with your needs, especially when asking for help around the house. You know he’s tired but so are you, and your understanding has limits. It’s only so many times until it feels like you’re doing this all alone despite cleaning for two.

“You were right,” The grip on your hands is tighter, like he’s begging you to look up at him. He wants to see your eyes. He wants to see if you acknowledge his effort. “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of your kindness like that. I should have put my share of the work in when I could.”

“I’m not your mom, you know?”

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s because,” Sakusa takes a deep breath of courage before bringing your joined hands to his lips. “I’ve never had a serious relationship like this. I basically grew up as an only child. I’ve never had to share things, everything, like this.”

You finally look up, and though Sakusa’s face may be solemn, you feel the quiver of his lips against the back of your hand.

So you sigh, and finally give in to the softness in your heart. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“I didn’t like that.” Sakusa immediately interjects with a pout that you smile at. He relinquishes one of your hands when you pull away and you brush the ridge of his collarbone, up his neck before cupping his cheek.

“I’m sorry,” you say one more time with a smile that tilts up his own. “And I’m sorry we fought.”

“Me too. Will you promise to tell me how you feel before you have to yell it at me?”

Amused, you click your tongue.

“It hurt my feelings.” He pouts.

“Okay.” You poke at the corners of his mouth. “As long as you promise to remember that we’re a team.”

Step four: Apply moisturizer to trap all the nutrients and hydrate the skin

You splash your face with lukewarm water. When done, your head, still under a heavy haze from the tears only a couple of hours before, lifts to glance at your reflection. Exhausted, puffy, and red, and utterly empty, you want to break down but there is nothing left in you to give.

You poured your heart and your soul out in front of Sakusa last night in the front of your bed as he sat on the edge. Baring your soul, pounding your own chest, the love you gave was almost suffocating.

“I don’t know what you want from me.” The gentle expression of your boyfriend’s statement contrasted the desperation of your own.

A hand to your chest, “What do I want from you?!”

Sakusa’s gaze can’t even meet yours, as if he can’t even bear to taper the wildness in your own eyes and heart - as if this was only your burden to own.

“I want you to talk to me! I want you to treat me as your equal!”

His brows knit and his mouth opens, stunned in his own way, “I do? I share this bed with you. I share my days with you. I—“

“You need to share your burdens too.” You interrupt him because you’re tired of hearing this. You’re tired of teaching him the facets required for a successful relationship.

And once again, Sakusa is left with his mouth agape.

“You’re supposed to share the good and the bad. And I’m so tired of walking on eggshells around you. I’m so tired of begging you to allow me to shoulder your struggles.”

“I-I’m fine.” He sputters to defend himself, but the stutters prove otherwise.

“Oh yeah?” You challenge and point towards the front door where his gym bag is tossed. “Is that why you come in here, grumbling and tossing your things without a care in the world? Is that why you shove me away whenever I ask how your day is? And you pretend like everything is fine?”

“Everything is fine!”

“Then why does it feel like you've been treating me as your emotional punching bag instead of your partner?”

Sakusa finally whips his head at you. Behind trembling lips is the undeniable truth in your words. The realization has tears streaming down his face.

A reach for your wrist. He winces when you take a step back. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to.”

You stare, suddenly empty. Sorry’s mean nothing to you anymore.

“I’m not used to this. I’m not used to sharing my feelings. I’m not used to sharing anything but I promise I’ll be better.” The sight of your boyfriend’s tears and his excuses has your legs feeling numb.

“I’m tired.” You crumple onto the floor, feeling even more defeated than you’ve ever been. “And I’m so tired of teaching you how to be in a relationship.”

The memory of the last couple of hours leaves you ragged and even more exhausted than before. Tired of looking at your reflection, you grasp at air when your left hand instinctively reaches for the wash cloth.

That’s right. You’re in your best friend’s bathroom. Last night you finally slipped away, escaped the firm clutches you’ve been trapped in for so long.

Step five: Apply sunscreen to protect your skin from UV rays

Lithe touches against your cheekbone brush the slightest glimmer of highlighter. The glow pops in the fluorescent lighting of your bathroom satisfactorily, a cheeky grin adorning your lips at the sight of makeup perfectly painted on.

“Damn,” your best friend peeks from the doorway, “I wish I was your date tonight because you’re looking good!”

She moves to pat the wrinkles along your shirt before giving your arm a squeeze, “He’s so lucky and I’m so happy for you.”

A heavy sigh, your chest rises and falls, “It’s a long time coming.”

Slinking into her touch, you smile gratefully at her. Time has passed and you’ve learned a lot on your own and with her help. You wish you had given Sakusa more credit. At one point, he had torn your being asunder, but now, under the glow of your own highlight, you know, despite the many things you’ve taught him, you’ve learned from him as well.

The doorbell rings.

“He’s here!” Your best friend sings and pushes your way out of the home. “Go! Have fun!”

You pace your heart and answer the door.

“Hello, Beautiful.”

A tall slender figure with bouncy locks greets you. Your heart swoons like it did so many years ago. He makes a scene to bow before you.

Giving him your hand, you play along as he places a kiss on the back. “Hey, hot stuff.”

“Hot stuff?” He scrunches his face, disgusted at the nickname despite pulling you closer to him. “You’re supposed to play along. Call me handsome or your Prince Charming.”

“Alright, alright,” A tenderness within your gaze, “Prince Tooru, shall we?”

Oikawa beams a grin, sweet with a hint of mischief. It’s one you’ve caught yourself dreaming of in your sleep. He chuckles at the way you stare before placing a hand at the small of your back and leading the way.

You’re not afraid to fall in love again. Sakusa taught you self care and prepared you to protect your heart.

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A/n: word vom of a hc I have of Suna being the kind of guy who isn’t afraid to stare back and isn’t even the slightest bit affected when he’s caught.

Sociology has got to be your favorite class. It’s right at the end of your day, 5pm. A good three hour break between the classes before, you’re able to relax, study, and have dinner. The out time is also perfect, well after rush hour, just the right time to avoid traffic for a clear shot home. The ratings accurately depict your professor, a little fiery and passionate, but also very understanding. It’s on the dark side of campus, dubbed so because that’s where the sun sets and only a couple paces from the parking garage. All elements are planned out superbly, you even surprise yourself. There’s just one detail that’s off.

Suna Rintaro. He’s the guy that sits two rows back and six seats to the right. How do you know this? Because all he does is stares.

It’s the sting you find along the back of your neck, burning at the heat of his gaze, that makes you turn over your right shoulder. Those pale marigold eyes lock onto yours, unblinking and unwavering. It has you shell shocked in your seat, not quite sure what to make of this interaction due to his lack of reaction. He makes no indication of being embarrassed, lacks the natural response to look away when you catch him staring. Instead, he maintains eye contact, as if he is trying to read the manuscript of your soul.

The first time, you think you might have something on your shirt. Your hand aimlessly travels across the expanse of your back with the flexibility you can manage, searching for maybe a piece of paper or a sticker. You wouldn’t put it past your friends to find amusement in your mild humiliation. When you find nothing but a rolled piece of thread, you turn around and ignore the heat the permeates through your clothes.

But then he continues on staring, aims his sights on you every lecture. There’s no way to dodge the intensity that he bears. You try and dilute it with scarves and even a hood, but each article comes back with holes bored into.

His obsession with your side profile seeps into your thoughts before bed. His nonchalant nature, effortless confidence, and seeming fascination with your face has your stomach fluttering at night. It feels like a cluster of bees in the pit of your abdomen that can only be doused with the haze of sleep and dreams of pale marigold eyes.

You spend so much time looking over your shoulder, lecture blank noise through your ears, that you know what the back right corner of the room looks like now. The memory is vivid with a clear sketch carefully detailed in your brain. There’s a neon sign above the metal double doors leading to the auditorium. Three stacks of four chairs, the middle one is unstable and leans against the left. There’s been a candy wrapper near the trash can, three rows down, for about four lectures now. A passing thought of how often these lecture halls are actually cleaned has you now leaving your bag on the seat next to you rather than the floor.

But you lose all your bearings when, once the professor dismissed class, you catch Suna Rintaro standing next to the four lecture old candy wrapper. He tilts his head back and gives you a nod, hand in the pocket of his pants and backpack slung over his left shoulde. The coolest guy on earth, he falls into step with yours. He spares you no glance. Rather, he focuses on coursing his way through the crowd along with you and matches your pace seamlessly as if you’d done this dozens of times.

You can’t help but watch the ground you walk on in fear of tripping over something the way your own heart does. But when you catch a larger set of shoes following your step, you almost stumble forward.

“What are you-“

“I’ve caught you looking back at me.” His suave cadence cuts through your question that makes you stop in your step. You turn and finally you have a full look of his features, even far more handsome than afar. You can see the slope of his amused brows along with a canine that bites back a grin.

“You’re the one looking at me!” You emphasize and surprise yourself with the evenness in your voice.

He shrugs. The cool guy act though is a bit more annoying up close. “I like what I see.”

Your heart stills. Confirmed. It’s annoying. Because he’s too fucking good.

“Oh yeah?” You think it’s stupid those two words are all you can muster. You wish you were better at playing this game.

“Yeah,” he nods. “How about you?”

“Me what?” You blink.

“Do you like what you see?”

You want to choke right on the spot. His candor will be the death of you.

Satisfied with your lack of words he smirks, “Have a good night. See you next class.”

And you do. Looking over your right shoulder, you find him as smug as ever, in the seat right next to yours.

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A/n: quick angst for blep boy. Kunimi’s a fave solely for that scene. Product of laryngitis y’all

It’s discerning how Kunimi felt like he never had enough time for you. There were always more important things. Excuses, really. But now that you’re gone, he realizes how much time he actually has when he spends most of it alone, pondering about you. And your smile. And the way your cheeks would plump from joy.

With just a call or a text, you’d drop anything for him. And maybe that’s why he’d rather waste his days wandering campus or cancel plans, pretending he was busy while laying sideways in bed. There’d always be tomorrow and he’d always have more important things to do today.

It seems you’ve had enough of the neglect and you inform him the same way he avoids you: through text. I can’t do this anymore.

He scoffs at the thought that he wasn’t even warranted a goodbye. It’s a petty act that turns grim when the pit in his stomach grows heavy. The weight of his phone, suddenly unbearable to hold, slips from his fingers. The last he saw of you was yesterday, passing by class. He gave you a quick nod before hauling off because he only had fifteen minutes to walk across campus. He knew he’d see you later. He knew he’d be able say I’m sorry and make up for it with a kiss. But that certainty is now replaced with yearning and regret. Hardly nourishing your relationship knowing you would do so, he now feels barren, wilting without your touch.

But Kunimi is used to this. He can bullshit an essay two hours before a deadline and still get a passing grade. He can watch the ball fall in court rather than diving for a dig because in the third set, he’ll be ready to give it his all.

And right now, with the thought of you spurring him on, he’s ready to try his hardest. He comes in cradling flowers, chocolates, a new comfy blanket and your favorite movies. Kunimi knows he can turn your I can’t do this anymore into Let’s try again.

The look on your face when you answer your door isn’t shocking. Of course you’re angry. He promises he’ll take the brunt of it. He knows it’s all his fault and he’ll make up for it. As long as you allow him to kiss your plush cheeks again.

So he smiles. Because this is him going all out. It’s a sincere one that you gape at. Because you probably haven’t seen him grin like this in a very long time.

But he’s so, so happy to see you again. “Hey.”

It’s breathless, shocked by your beauty, shocked by his stupidity. Why did he ever try avoiding you in the first place?

You answer him with a glare and a cross of the arms, but your shoulder and hip leans on the doorframe. Kunimi can work with that. You’re willing to hear him out and that’s all he needs.

“I miss you. I’ve been thinking about you.” He admits. Honesty and feelings have never been his strong suit, but when your relationship is put on the line, the words slip and fall from his lips.

But you find humor in his words instead. In a sordid manner, “That’s hilarious, Akira.”

“No, I mean it. I do. I miss—“ His pleading falls on deaf ears. Kunimi wants to drop everything just to reach out to you. He wants to hold you by the shoulders and shake some sense into you. You love him, remember? He loves you. You know that right?

But you flick a wrist and dismiss him, “You’re too late.”

No. He’s never been too late. It’s 11:59pm and his assignments are all turned in. It’s the final set and he scores match point. He’s never been too late.

But you close the door on his face. An affirmative decision.

He’s too late.

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Ignis Fatuus

Word Count: 4.1k

READER: GN!

For @tetsvhoe

and the PLEASE DON’T SAY YOU LOVE ME Collab

CONGRATS IN THE 2.5K💞

Theme: When all else fails and crumbles before your eyes, when you slip through each other’s fingertips like sand, like an hourglass that has run its course, when you grovel to gather the pieces back together, when “I love you” is said more like a curse, a prayer, a plead, a last resort, or otherwise. all is certain is that it is not enough to mend what is broken, if not making it worse. - @tetsvhoe

Warnings: ANGST, a crap ton of Victorian Flower Language and symbolism, undertones of pain, implied toxicity, ambiguous/open ending, bits of fluff, reader calls themselves pathetic twice. Hurt/no comfort? I think? This is my first mainly angst fic pls have mercy on me 😭 Please let me know if I missed anything.

Thank you so much to my good friend Noa and to @certifiedhaikyuusimp

for beta reading this <33333 ABSOLUTE ANGELS I SWEAR

Enjoy!

You settled into bed after another gruelling day. You like how your life is so far. Really, you did. However, recent events have left you ragged.

You were a giver. All your life, you have given so much. Materialistic things, attention, advice, you.

You gave and you gave and you gave.

It really shouldn’t have been a problem. You gave away everything that you can because it made others happy, and in turn, it made you happy. Everything you could give, you did. Even when you're stretched so thin, you still gave what you can.

But you’re tired. You’re so tired that for once, you want to be the one taking what someone is willing to offer you. Love, attention, hell even just a hug, you'll take it.

As time passed on and you continued to stay tired, you realised that there was one thing you wanted. The one thing you needed.

An escape. An escape from your days. An escape from reality.

An escape from life.

Looking up at the moon that was shining through your bedroom window, you wept. You wept for the life you longed to live, a life where you were happy. A life where you're emotionally healthy.

A life where you are not yearning for anything.

You wept and you wept until you exhausted both yourself and your tear ducts, no energy left for anything else. The last thing you remembered was a falling star, blurred from sight because of the tears that gathered in your eyes, for you even they had no energy to fall down your face.

*****

When you opened your eyes, you were greeted by the open sky. You were leaning on a Willow tree, and a breeze blew past your face. You got up and looked around, finally noticing that you are in a flower field, covered with dark crimson roses.

The symbol of mourning.

In the old Victorian Language of flowers, at least.

And perhaps you were. Perhaps you were mourning a different life. A life filled with joy and contentment.

The winds blew past you, strong and cold. You shivered and wrapped your arms around you in an effort to keep yourself warm, when you felt a jacket being placed on your shoulders. You looked down at the jacket, a large, white and teal blue article of clothing that warmed your shivering figure.

You then looked behind you in confusion and alarm, your eyes meeting gorgeous, chocolate brown ones.

"What's a gorgeous one like you doing out here without a jacket?"

"Honestly, no idea. And don't call me gorgeous. I have a name."

"Well, it's not like I know your name, no?"

As gorgeous as this man was, he irritated you. How dare he smile so charmingly, taking you away from your thoughts?

Plus, he was right, and that added on to the irritation you were feeling.

"L/n. L/n Y/n is my name. And yours?"

Chocolate eyes lit up with a smile as his gaze stayed on yours, a steady anchor that you felt like you could climb to keep you from drowning in your own self wallowing.

"It's nice to meet you, L/n-chan. I'm Oikawa Tooru."

*****

Unlike reality, time didn't exist in the meadow. That was something you noticed early on as you leaned on the trunk of the Willow tree. Your eyes narrowed at Oikawa who was laying on the grass in front of you. His eyes are closed, and you are given a view of his side profile. Long, luscious lashes that curled towards his forehead slightly, a nose that will make most models jealous and plump, pink lips that formed a natural pout. You have no idea how long you've been there, in the field, but the sun had not moved a smidge, and the breeze was still flowing softly, the sound of rustling leaves filling the silence.

"Am I that good looking that you have to stare at me?" Oikawa asked, not even opening his eyes when he addressed you. You rolled your eyes at him. You were annoyed, quite frankly. He had dragged you for a small walk before you stomped on his foot and returned to the safety of the Willow Tree, snickering under your breath when he followed you whilst grumbling.

You were a fiery little thing, and he liked that about you, even if it was something he learnt fifteen minutes (was it fifteen minutes?) ago.

"There's a difference between staring and glaring. If you actually opened your eyes, you'll see that I'm glaring at you." Your response made him open an eye to look at you, despite not needing to. He could feel your glare through the polyester of his shirt, seeping through his skin like the water-based lotion one uses after every shower.

"I don't know. All I see is you staring at my handsome face." He knew very well that you were glaring at him, but he couldn't help it. He was already playful on his own, but you made it easy for him to mess with you. You kept on glaring at him with your gorgeous eyes and frowning at him with your lips that he was oddly curious as to how they would feel against his. You huffed, and the corner of his lips tilted up slightly.

You were adorable.

"Geez...Egotistical much?"

"Nah, just confident."

You shook your head in an attempt to keep the smile off of your face before closing your eyes, hoping you'd fall asleep.

When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself staring at the ceiling of your bedroom, the neon green of your clock blinking the time back at you. 4:35 am.

As you laid on your bed, waiting for the time to pass, you couldn't help but wonder.

What was that dream? Who was Oikawa Tooru? And was he just a figment of your imagination?

*****

You never expected to see him again, especially when you went to sleep again that night. In fact, you had forgotten all about the weird dream that you had and the handsome brunet that accompanied it.

So imagine your surprise when you opened your eyes after falling asleep and found yourself staring at the same open sky, the same Willow tree, and the same breezy atmosphere.

The only difference was that instead of a flower field of solely dark crimson roses, it was mixed with lavenders.

The symbol of distrust.

"Wow. Do you really not trust me or this meadow?"

You jumped when you heard his voice.

"Oikawa?"

"Uh yeah? Who else would it be?"

"How'd you know that I don't trust you?"

"Lavenders. In Victorian Flower Language, they meant distrust. Unless it's supposed to be taken in the modern language?"

"Oh no, definitely the Victorian Flower Language. I don't trust you or this place, not one bit. Do you know Victorian Flower Language?"

"Nope. Just the lavenders."

"I see."

You blinked at the tall brunet who huffed before he held his hand out. You raised a brow at him, silently asking what he was doing.

"Just grab my hand."

"Why should I?"

He rolled his eyes when he caught sight of the lavenders multiplying. He supposes that he really cannot blame you for the distrust. He is a stranger after all. But he didn't let that deter him, choosing to grab your hand and gently tug you up to your feet.

"Come on, L/n-chan! Let's go exploring."

Before you knew it, you were running through the fields, a single marjoram flower growing somewhere in the meadow.

The symbol of joy and happiness.

*****

Night after night, you found yourself in that meadow, spending time with the brunet. Aside from your names, you both decided on not exchanging anymore information.

"It was better this way," You told him. "There's no point in exchanging such information."

These were just dreams, after all.

Before you knew it, two months had already passed. Oikawa preferred to call you Y/n-chan, and he insisted that you call him Tooru. The flower field looked completely different from when you first woke up in it. You were used to it by now, the way the flowers changed every now and then.

Gone were the dark crimson roses that symbolised your mourning heart. Instead, they were now replaced by Iris flowers.

The symbol of hope.

The only thing that had not changed was the Willow Tree.

You walked around the grounds, eyes narrowed at the iris flowers that surrounded you.

You despised it. You resented what Iris flowers symbolised.

Hope. You despise it with your very being.

You despised the way hope had wormed its way into your life, a small flicker of light in your dark, dreary days.

You resented the way hope had you impatiently waiting for the night to arrive, for the moment that you're snuggled in bed, eyes drifting close until you're asleep before you open them again in the meadow.

You hated the way hope was there, giving you the energy to wait that someone will come by to sweep you off of your feet, ready to give you everything they can, just like you had been willing to give everything of you.

Most of all, you hated the hope that bloomed in you every single time you thought of the idea of seeing Oikawa again.

"Oi! Y/n-chan! What's in your head this time? You're so distracted."

"I'm not distracted, Tooru. I'm just focused." You told Oikawa, your gaze still on the flower crown you were creating. Oikawa had tried his hand on creating one for you, but it ended up with him pouting in frustration because he couldn't connect the stems properly. As soon as you were done, you reached over and placed the crown of blue iris flowers on his head.

Oikawa was beautiful. Charming. These you knew the moment you first met him, the moment he first smiled at you, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

Oikawa with a flower crown?

Ethereal.

And it's not fair. It's not fair, the way he stirs up hope in you every single time you thought of him. The way he looks at you with such bright eyes and a blinding smile.

It's not fair, because you know that he's not real. That this is just a dream.

It's not fair, the way you hoped that there would be someone out there that would be able to treat you and give you everything they could, the same way Oikawa does.

"You're thinking too much. Come on. I wanna go see if there's more new flowers!"

Despite the crushing hope and the hate you felt for it, you let him drag you anyway, a soft smile on your own lips.

Unbeknownst to you, the longer you look at him, the faster a singular red camellia began to grow.

*****

It took only two weeks for the entire field to be covered in camellias. The entire meadow seemed to be covered in Pink and Red camellias.

And for once since Oikawa arrived in your life, you lied.

You lied to him, saying that you have no idea what the flowers meant.

But you do.

Of course you do.

Red camellias meant You’re a Flame in My Heart.

And pink camellias meant Longing For You.

You knew this, considering you have your own camellia plants at home. You knew this considering you studied flowers and their Victorian meanings extensively.

But you can't tell him that now, can you?

You can't tell him how you longed for him to be real, how you wanted to be in his arms so badly, how he ignited a spark that slowly became a steady flame.

A flame that is foolish, for it was sparked by someone that didn't even exist.

Ignis Fatuus. A Foolish Flame. That's who he was to you. A foolish flame that you wanted to extinguish. But instead of putting it out, you kept on feeding it.

You kept on feeding the flame because it kept on giving you everything it could.

Oikawa kept on giving you everything that he could.

And you… you fed it by accepting everything.

You fed it by taking what the warmth and the light that the flame was willing to give.

You kept on taking what Oikawa was giving you.

It was pathetic. You were pathetic.

You were pathetic, because you had begun to genuinely fall for someone that wasn't even real.

Somehow, you think that THAT is even worse than the life you already have.

But you couldn't help it. Oikawa had given you so much more than what you had begged to have. You only asked for an escape from reality.

Oikawa gave you that, along with his smiles, his laughs, his joy, his humour, his mischief, his contentment and the best of all, companionship.

All without asking for anything in return but your attention.

You couldn't even find it in you to be angry at him for it. Not when you were the happiest that you have ever been.

And it was all because of him.

*****

"So since you said that you didn't know what red and pink camellias meant, I took the initiative of finding out what they meant."

That was Oikawa’s greeting to you the following night. You'll always deny the way your heart melted at his words. Not many would indulge in the study of the Victoria Flower Language, finding the modern ones better.

"Yeah? What do they mean then?"

"Red camellias mean 'You’re a Flame in My Heart' and pink camellias meant 'Longing For You'"

You kept your expression neutral, not wanting to give away the fact that you lied to him.

"Really? I wonder why those are the flowers now."

"Obviously, they reflect one's emotions. It's how the meadow always has been. My only question is…"

Oikawa looked at you with a smile, his eyes reflecting a storm that you knew was in you too.

A flurry of emotions you don't even want to address, despite knowing that you'll have to.

A growing hurricane that you need to face one day.

One day, but not today.

"Is?"

"Is the meadow reflecting your emotions or mine, Y/n-chan?"

And the red camellia that you were hiding behind your back turned into a Daisy.

The symbol of Innocence and Loyal Love that one will never tell.

*****

Seven months. It had been seven months since you first found the yourself underneath the Willow Tree.

Today…

Today was no different.

At least, that's what you thought.

The dream started off pleasantly. After spending however long, trying to teach him how to create a flower crown, Oikawa somehow managed to convince you to dance with him. It ended up with the both of you swaying like the way the flowers around you would sway with the breeze.

He held you so gently in his arms, and you never want to leave. You leaned your head on his chest, hearing the heartbeat that was in sync with yours.

It was strange. Something you always avoided to think about was the warmth that radiated from Oikawa’s body, and the smell of lemon, honey and milk that would dominate your senses despite all the flowers that surrounded you.

He wasn't real, but he smelled real.

He wasn't real, but he felt real.

And it pained you.

It pained you because you wished that he was real.

Oikawa must've seen the pain that you tried to desperately hide. He tried calling your name, but you never heard him, too preoccupied by your thoughts.

One moment, he was dancing with you, the next, his lips were on yours, the hand he was previously holding your own was now on your cheek.

It took you a bit before you snapped out of the shock. Just as he began to pull away, you latched on to him and kissed him back, fists clutching his shirt in desperation.

His lips moved with yours with the softness and the gentleness of a butterfly landing on a petal, but with the firmness of a cat gently nosing it's owner's cheek.

You closed your eyes as you let Oikawa fill your senses. He tasted like strawberries, probably from the chapstick that he religiously uses, according to him. His scent enveloped you, overpowering the floras around the both of you, until all you can smell is him.

You were both panting as you separated, lips shiny from your mixed spit. You looked at his eyes, his gorgeous brown eyes that were shining with an emotion that you see in the mirror every time you think of him.

He reached down and plucked a flower, the both of you staring as it changed from a red camellia into a single red chrysanthemum bloom.

"I-"

He began to speak, but you pushed him away and ran off, the flowers touching your skin turning into the same red chrysanthemums that he held.

"Y/n wait!"

You kept running until you were back where you started.

Underneath the Willow Tree.

The tree that symbolised sadness.

How fitting, you thought. Despite how much you had deluded yourself, how you allowed your mind to relax and soak in the joy and contentment that was given to you by the meadow and Oikawa himself, the same joy and contentment you gave him, you knew that this would always end badly.

You knew that this would always end with your heart in pieces, just like how it was the very first time you opened your eyes here.

Oikawa caught up to you, tugging on your arm.

"Y/n please. Listen to me."

"Don't. Don't destroy what we have, Tooru. Don't destroy my dream. Our dream."

"This isn't a dream, Y/n. Please-"

"NO! THIS IS A DREAM. THIS IS A DREAM AND YOU'RE NOT REAL!" You sobbed out, holding on to Oikawa as you internally debated whether you should push him away or hold on to him as if he'll disappear at any moment. Your heart won and you held on to him, your forehead meeting his chest as you sobbed, lifting a fist up and hitting his chest weakly. "It's not fair. You're not real. You're just a figment of my imagination. I hate you. I hate you! I HATE YOU!"

Your hands shook, either in fear or in fury, you didn't know.

You both knew that you don't hate him. You couldn't. You hated the fact that you couldn't hate him, not even when he was breaking the very heart that he pieced together. Oikawa wrapped his arms around you as his own tears flowed down his face.

Because it was true. He was just a dream.

Oikawa Tooru was just a dream.

He was your dream for the past 7 months, just like you were his.

You were just a figment of his imagination, just like he was a figment of yours.

You were worlds apart, and you both knew it.

Fuck, you didn't even know if you're in the same damn universe.

All this time, Oikawa was the breeze, ready to sweep you away to freedom.

But you were the flower, forever restrained by reality, the very ground that keeps you alive.

"Y/n-"

"I'm begging you, Tooru. Don't say it. Please don't say it."

Oikawa cupped your cheeks as he leaned down to kiss you, your tears mingling as they dripped down your faces. With every drop of tear on the ground, Oikawa’s resolve grew stronger, and row after row, a new range of flowers grew.

"Look around us. What plants do you see and what do they mean?"

You did as he asked, lips trembling as you spoke.

"Blue Salvias mean 'I think of you,' Red Salvias mean 'Forever Mine.' Dwarf sunflowers mean adoration, while Morning Glories meant affection and Edelweiss that meant courage and devotion. Pink Roses that meant happiness and White Chrysanthemums that meant truth."

"You're missing a few, gorgeous."

"Please, Tooru. Don't make me do this."

"What do you see, Y/n?"

You looked around, eyes blurry from tears and your voice came out in stutters because of your sobbing.

"I-i see… I see Red Chrysanthemums, Gardenias, Heliotropes, White Jasmine, Red Tulips and Yarrows."

"What do they mean, cutie?"

"Don't make me say it. Please don't. I-I can't lose you."

"What do they mean?"

You tried to fight off the urge to answer, but Oikawa forced you to look at his eyes. The eyes that compelled you to answer.

"They all are declarations of love."

"Y/n…" Oikawa began to say as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb. "I have to tell you, even if it means that I won't see you ever again."

"Don't do this, Tooru. Please don't be selfish and take this away from us."

"...please. Please let me tell you how I feel. I can't keep going on without telling you."

You stayed silent, biting your lip to keep your sobs from escaping. You were hoping, praying, that he changes his mind.

But he didn't. If there was anything that you knew in certainty, it was that Oikawa Tooru is stubborn, and he already made up his mind.

"I'm in love with you, L/n Y/n."

Seven minutes was all it took for it all to crumble.

And all because of seven words that Oikawa uttered.

He kissed you again, pushing all his love and devotion to you. He knew it'll be the last. He knew, because he didn't need to see the way the flowers around the both of you began to change.

Butterfly Weeds that meant Let Me Go. Cyclamens that meant resignation. Purple and Blue Hyacinths that meant constancy and sorrow. Pink and Red Carnations that meant 'I’ll never forget you' and 'Alas, for my poor heart, my heart aches' respectively and the Forget-Me-Nots.

The Forget-Me-Nots that meant true love memories and "Do not forget me"

Little by little, you began to morph into petals that flew with the breeze. Petals of Red Roses and Sweet Pea flowers that meant "I love you" and "Good-bye, Thank you for a lovely time," respectively. It started with your feet, making its way up until it reached your torso. You looked at Oikawa who was biting his lip to keep himself from sobbing, both your tears flowing down your faces like the fresh morning dew on flower petals. You reached out and held his face between your hands, your foreheads touching, before you decided to accept your fate and kissed his forehead.

"I love you too, Oikawa Tooru. Always."

And then you were gone. Just petals that were merely flying in the breeze, leaving behind Oikawa who collapsed on the ground, his sobbing being the only thing echoing in his ears.

*****

When you woke up, you were crying, but you had absolutely no idea why.

Did you dream something bad?

Your dreams were lost to you, the fuzzy face of a brown haired male and a field of flowers being the only thing you remembered.

As you laid on your bed, you felt… empty.

It was as if you had lost something, someone extremely important to you.

And suddenly, you began to shiver.

You felt cold. Like a creeping vine began to climb on you, encasing you, draining you of everything until you're left with the inability to feel anything. To be anything.

You were numb. Or rather, you became numb.

Like a hollow shell, missing a piece of you that you desperately needed.

And you'll stay that way until fate deems so.

*****

Argentina was beautiful, but years after you had woken up in tears, you can no longer find the appreciation for something so gorgeous.

You had been sent to Argentina by your family for a vacation, although you really didn't know why. You had no need for a vacation. You don't even feel tired, so why bother?

Still, you let them do as they please and ship you off to a different place.

As you walked around, you noticed a flower shop. The outside was littered with red roses and tulips, pink carnations, daisies, and pink camellias.

But that was not what captured your attention.

No, it was the lone bouquet of blue Forget-Me-Nots.

You tilted your head as you felt the sudden need to approach it. Unable to help yourself, you let your instincts guide you and reached out for the bouquet, only to end up touching someone who was reaching for the bouquet too.

You looked to the side and blinked at the chocolate brown eyes that stared at you. They looked familiar, like someone you knew long ago, but also very foreign, like someone you never met. Before you could clamp your jaw shut, your mouth spoke for you. Luckily for you, the person spoke the same time as you did.

"Tooru?"

"Y/n?"

©Roannie 2021 Please do not plagiarise or repost my works.

[teenymemo]

Hi! Would it be ok to request headcanons or drabbles about Tohma and Childe (separately) reacting to gn reader falling asleep on their shoulder or sleepily putting their head on their shoulder? Thank you in advance!

hi hiiii! thank you for requesting this anon, very soft and fluffy hehe (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ and you are very welcome, i hope you like them!

thinking about...

tohma basically freezes on the spot, unsure of what to do sometimes.

when you fall asleep on his person, he gets a little (read as incredibly) nervous, trying to keep as still as possible so he doesnt accidentally shake you awake and ignores the ache and soreness in his body from how stiffly he's sitting up.

he attempts to rest his head on top of yours and the second he feels you squirm, even just a little bit, his shoots up and he is checking to see if you’ve awoken. if not, he merely cranes his neck to kiss the crown of your head before shutting his eyes and leaning on you again with blushy cheeks.

when he sees you’re sleepy, tohma has a tendency to gently pat your thigh, or hesitantly curl his arm around your shoulder and rub up and down your arm or back as a silent signal that it was alright for you to lean on him.

childe is a little more giddy and happy.

when you fall asleep on his person, he smiles so widely, because you trust him enough to let your guard down completely in the sanctuary of his arms and you can bet he holds your hand and lays it on his lap, giving one, two, three squeezes that translates to i love you.

he typically doesn’t find this position comfortable (because he can’t see your face, he’s perfectly okay with sleeping sitting up otherwise) and after a few minutes of making sure you were asleep, and enjoying the relaxing rhythm of your breathing, he carefully navigates you to properly lay in his arms so he can carry you to your shared bed.

when he sees you’re sleepy, he himself even takes the initiative to pull you towards him, or gesture for you to rest your head on his shoulder and when you do, his hand sneaks under your chin to give pats to your cheek, or to gently stroke the flesh to lull you to sleep faster.

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Hello? How are ya? Can I ask you for dome hcs about the reader (gn) singing? Like, the reader has no shame on their voice, they sing for themselves and no one else's and doesn't care about others opinions with the characters: Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo and Diluc?

✎ The Voice of an Angel |

↠ Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo, Diluc × Reader

↠ Fluff | Scenarios / Headcanons

↠ Requested By: @xiaoscum

↠ Before You Read:

hi hiiiiii

i know you asked for headcanons, but at the moment, my head does not seem to be screwed on right, so all i could come up with was a singular short scenario (that i most definitely will use to fall asleep to) that i tried painting as a mental picture and some scattered additional thoughts, amsarreh and i hope you enjoy them lsihfvldh

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“ COLOR ME SURPRISED ”

━━ ☆ PAIRING: childe/reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff

━━ ☆ SUMMARY:  maybe love was fighting against the tides of fate.

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: established relationship

“let’s get married,” he said with all the nonchalance in the world— like he was just asking you to pass the salt instead of your hand. it was so easy for the words to slip from his tongue and you hoped it was just as easy to comprehend but the reality was that it’s not. you took a second to process his words and another and half to wait for his teasing comment to follow but it never came. instead, he looked at you with misplaced determination. breathe, you had to remind yourself as varying degrees of feelings washed over you like tidal waves on a distant sunny day.

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Arcade

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g - fluff

p - yunho x reader

w.c - 399

t.w - none

c - the arcade is too cold and you refuse to admit defeat

a.n - andddd i finally remember to post this! this idea just came to me when i was freezing in my room while studying for my test a couple weeks back so i took a break right then and there to write this :>

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7 reasons to love Zhongli

a/n: I'M SORRY AAAAAAAAA. the original idea was drawn by my friend ray, @/kageyumii on instagram. she's a lovely person and you can go check her out! therefore, idea credits not from me. i have her permission to write this :o) also pls dont let this flop huhu

warnings: TW/CW: angst, death

char.: platonic xiao + zhongli [father figure zhongli]

notes: i made xiao a touch more childlike here, and not just stone faced. he may be ooc. zhongli may also be ooc here. screams. also: please try to read through the whole thing! i know it's a bit lengthy but i worked really hard on this TuT

xiao's pov:

While I am able to see demons, I tend to be able to see other things as well – non-humanoid things. One day, I woke up with the ability to see numbers above people's heads. Though I wasn't quite sure what it represented at first, I kept seeing them all around me.

I remember that Lumine had more than 25,000+ on her forehead. On the other hand, Childe had 19,047. As each day passed, the number decreased. I didn't know what it represented, so I never exactly gave a thought about it... I had other things on my mind, anyway.

However... the person who has the least amount of numbers.. is my Xiansheng, Zhongli. I've been serving him for as long as I can remember, after he had released my contract from my old master. I saw him as my father figure, and there were many reasons why I loved Zhongli.

Reason number 1:

Zhongli is Zealous of the world around him.

"Little one, look at this. Isn't it wonderful?" He asked, a gentle smile gracing his tired face and a finger pointed at a blue butterfly. Zhongli outstretched his hand and the butterfly landed on his palm.

"Yes, Xiansheng. It's pretty." I replied. He carefully led the butterfly onto my palm, the creature twitching and eventually flying away.

"Haha, it's alright. There are many butterflies here. We can find another one."

There was the number 7 embedded on his forehead.

the next day..

Reason number 2:

Zhongli is always Helpful – not just to me, but to others around him.

"Mr Zhongli!" The eccentric director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlour ran towards us. We were on another walk that day.

"Do you need something, Hu Tao?" Xiansheng asked, not unkindly.

"I may have gotten into trouble with the millelith. Again. I"m sorry, I didn't mean it!" Hu Tao pouted.

"Alright, alright. Let's go talk to JiaYi and see if we can figure something out." He signed.

There was the number 6 embedded on his forehead.

the next day...

Reason number 3:

Zhongli is always Optimistic. No matter what.

"Xiansheng... help. It hurts." I sobbed softly, Xiansheng stroking my back. My karmic debt was high, and so was the pain that came from it.

"It'll be alright, Xiao. I promise. One day, the pain will finally stop." My body trembled against his, his body heat warming my cold one.

"It hasn't stopped... for centuries. Please, make it stop." I begged. He held me close, my shaking body held still in his gentle grip. He was the one that I went to for everything, and I trusted him with my life.

"It'll be okay, little one. It'll be okay."

There was the number 5 embedded on his forehead.

the next day..

Reason number 4:

Zhongli has really Nice hugs.

"Xiansheng.. do you think Liyue will be okay? After Osial and the passing of Rex Lapis?" I asked. My anxiety flared up after trying to protect Lumine and the entirety of Liyue after what happened with Childe and Osial. And what had happened at the Rite of Descension.

"I have faith in the Qixing and the adepti. It will be alright." He wrapped an arm around me.

I'm not a tactile person, but Zhongli seems to get me in a way no one else does. It's... strange. It's as if I can trust him with everything in my life – I'm safe.

"Alright then. If anything, everyone's here to help out. Call my name, and I will be there."

There was the number 4 embedded on his forehead.

the next day...

Reason number 5:

Zhongli is a Good listener.

"Do you... do you think I'm overreacting to this? Forgive my abrasiveness, but I don't know what I should be doing in terms of her. Forget her? Keep her closer than before? Argh, these mortal feelings... they astound me." I growled softly. The traveler has been... good to me, lately. Feelings have grown and our bond has tightened.

"No, it's alright. It's natural. The two of you have spent a lot of time together lately, it's only natural that you start liking her more and more. Whether it be platonic or romantic."

"Isn't it strange, though? That we adepti are still capable of feeling things we need not feel?"

"No, it isn't. You can have feelings for them, Xiao. It's perfectly alright to do so." He smiled.

There was the number 3 embedded on his forehead.

the next day...

Reason number 6:

Zhongli is Laid back and he takes things slowly.

"Xiansheng, we need to go. The others are waiting for us." I looked at him. We had stopped at a teahouse for a while now, and I was itching to go. I couldn't sit still for long.. not when others needed my help. Mortals were fragile, after all.

"It's alright, Xiao. We should take our time – intricate beauties don't come often after all." He replied, pouring himself another cup.

"Are you sure? It would be nightfall by the time we come back to Wangshuu Inn."

"Then we will come back at nightfall. Calm down, Xiao. The monsters aren't going anywhere." He chuckled, bringing the cup to his lips again.

We spent the rest of the evening at the teahouse, and indeed came back at nightfall. It was alright, though – Xiansheng kept stopping to point out the butterflies and lizards and squirrels.

I noticed that there was the number 2 on his forehead.

the next day...

Reason number 7:

Zhongli is an Ideal leader.

"What do we do now?" I asked, bandaging my wounds. A mitachurl had attacked us at Cujie Slope, and had wounded us rather badly. Xiansheng and I barely had any energy left.

"Don't worry. I'll teleport us back – focus on bandaging your wounds. If untreated properly, it may cause you even more pain."

With that, he teleported us away, back to Liyue Harbour. Baizhu immediately ran out to get us, me wincing in pain.

"It's okay, Xiao. Can you stand for me?" Zhongli helped me up, supporting my shoulder.

It took a few hours for my leg to heal, but Baizhu and Qiqi managed to heal it as much as possible. Zhongli stayed by my side through it all, though.

I saw a number 1 on his forehead.

"Xiansheng... did you know that you have a number on your forehead? I've been seeing them since last month... it's been decreasing by each day. Do you know what it is?"

"Hm? What number is it today?"

"1... I think I want to tell you something, Xiansheng. Seven letters... seven precious letters."

"You can tell me tomorrow. Rest well, Xiao."

the next day...

Xiansheng and I fought side by side, attacking hilichurls and plunging our polearms into mitachurls. However, something unordinary struck my eyes. The numbers weren't on his forehead anymore. The '1' embedded into his skin was gone. I stared at it, confused – and that was my mistake.

"Xiao, watch out!" Zhongli cried.

Everything became a blur as I was thrust aside, and the mitachurl's weapon was plunged into his chest.

"No!" I screamed – Zhongli, Zhongli, I'm sorry! I was careless! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid – I'm sorry! I watched helplessly as Zhongli laid there, panting and breaths tumbling out of his mouth.

Screaming with rage, I struck the monster one last time, the being disintegrating into fine dust.

"Zhongli, Xiansheng, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have been more careful, I should have been alert, I'm so sorry!" I sobbed, hunching over his body.

"Shh, Xiao. It is alright." He looked up at me, smiling gently.

"But it's not! You're dying, and it's my fault, Xiansheng. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! If I could take the blade, I would!"

"Xiao. Listen to me. I knew that this day would eventually come, and I'm glad that it was me, not you. You still have a life ahead of you. And I think I realised what the numbers meant. Those were the days I had left." Zhongli reached up to stroke my cheek.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! If only I had realised it sooner, I could have- I should have done something!

"I think... I might rest now, little one. Our time has been enjoyable – do not forget me, alright? Shh, do not be troubled. None of this is your fault, Celestia has called me back home. It will be alright. Goodbye, Xiao. Thank you."

"Good.. goodbye, Xiansheng. Thank you." I pressed my forehead to his as his body went cold and limp on mine. That's it. He was gone. Centuries of memories with him would replay in my mind from then on.

Seven letters, Xiansheng.

I love you.

Those were my seven letters to you. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

wooooo thanks for sticking until the end! it was pretty long! sigh i hit xiao with another angst afhjskgfkdj im sorry TuT pls don't let this flop, like/rb if you liked this! fluff fic out tmr <3

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🎀 he’s destined for greater things, but you’ve never been good at letting go; after all, it’s not easy saying goodbye—so you just don’t.

PAIRING: oikawa x gn!reader

SOUNDTRACK: “alright” by keshi

SIZE / FLAVOR: 1.1k || soft angst

CONTENTS: time-skip spoilers?

NOTES: haven’t written a one-shot fic in a while! been thinking about this for a few days and was really excited to finally work on it, but now i’m not so sure if i executed it very well :/

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“Look,” you murmur, blinking up at Oikawa from the warmth of his arms to then glance at the small, digital clock sitting on your bedside table. “It’s almost eleven-eleven.”

“Mm, is it?” Oikawa hums, his fingers still making featherlight strokes on the top of your head as your cheek is pressed gently against his chest. “Gonna make a wish?”

“Maybe,” you utter into his shirt, the sound of his heartbeat softly resounding in your ear. 

The moonlight filtering in through your bedroom window casts an alluring, silver glow onto the blankets that you and Oikawa are curled underneath. But no matter how beautiful, the luminescent rays which have kept you company in the quietest hours of the night will soon, like him, be gone in the morning.

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Platonic! Childe as Your Younger Brother [Headcannons]

•Platonic! Childe x gn reader

•They/them pronouns!

Fluff but slight angst 

Not proofread

•I like to think that he inherited his teasing nature from you

•Both if you are menaces to society and should be separated by all means possible.

•If you're taller than him, he always wears small heels and compares your height, he gets upset when you're still taller than him.

•You guys are each other's best supporter and rival.

•You guys make a competition out of everything and you usually win

•Hence, why he always spoils you with gifts along with your other siblings cause he's got that bag, it makes him feel like he's finally winning. Then you beat him at who can shoot the target faster.

•Ehe, he always goes to you when he's hurt so you can patch him up. You were the one to patch him up and comfort him when he went missing for a few days, he was really different that day forward and you can help but worry about your little brother. He was very distant for a while after that incident and you were never really as close as before.

•He left for his job after a while but consistently sent letters and gifts

•If you're an adventurer, I imagine that you were present at Liyue with a certain blonde traveler that reminded you of your younger brother when Childe tried to destroy Liyue :) that way his face dropped when he saw you was heartbreaking

•That probably ruined your relationship for a while

•After the traveler had beaten Childe, you simply left. That was the first time you've never been there to nurse him back to health

•You stop replying to his letters and each time he gets close to interacting with you, you run away

•He misses you so much, he wants to apologize! He wants to explain but you're not giving him the chance to. He understands but please please hear him out.

•Since he's a harbinger, I imagine him having many enemies right? Here me out, one of them targets you since you're related, to weaken Childe.

•Wrong fucking choice, Childe went absolutely feral when he saw your unconscious body tied up, nobody mentions what happened after

•You woke up in an unfamiliar room with Childe sleeping on a chair beside you. As soon as you showed any signs of waking up Childe woke up and frantically asked you if you're alright.

•Sigh you have a lot to talk about

•After all that, you just decided to be a little more mature than usual and have a heart to heart sibling talk

•Childe may or may not have cried into your shoulder out of worry, the fatigue recruits question if this is really the harbinger they fear

•He constantly follows you around on your adventures, it's for extra protection he says. 

•He's a lot more soft and open to you now! Though it was from back circumstances, the weight on his shoulder isn't as heavy after he's talked to someone he trusts about his problems

•He also acts all clingy now, if you think he was emotionally attached to you before then this is 5x worse

•He really enjoys when you head pat him! Though he'd slightly complain you're ruining his hair

•All in all, your relationship was a little rocky but he's still your little brother regardless.

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