thinking david corenswet is hot is the most embarrassing reputation ruining annoying thing I could have done tbh like ohhh my god really? tall big muscles dark hair and blue eyes kind man is hot? god fucking really. are you fucking stupid I hate myself. oh you think superman is hot? fucking superman? groundbreaking type shit going on here oh my god he’s tall should we tell everyone he’s tall and his jaw is nice wow she thinks the attractive man is attractive. you and everyone else. is pizza your favorite food too. fuck you. everyone look at her she thinks SUPERMAN is hot boundaries are really being pushed over here should we get her a medal because she thinks Mr Smile is easy on the eyes. “hear me out” and it’s a fucking marching band. should we call people magazine. vanilla. I DISGUST myself. summer blockbuster. I should be killed
warning, may contain… pure wholesomeness, a tint of angst if you squint, usage of pet names, kissing. may be ooc (out of character), if it makes you uncomfortable, please scroll!
(a/n): i chose to put my direct headcanons from tiktok to tumblr. if you guys want to go watch the ones on tiktok, search the user — danhoneyyy! ^^
LOVE LANGUAGES:
1. PHYSICAL TOUCH
phainon would love to be able to hold your hand at any given moment. need to be guided somewhere? his hand is already extended out for you. about to get hit by something? his hand will grab onto yours, yanking you away from harm. in desperate need of comfort? his fingers are already interlocking yours. he would bring your hand over to his lips, giving pecks to your knuckles, locking eye contact with you to observe your reactions.
he would definitely be the type to love surprising you from behind. how would he do it? hugs! his arms would find its way around your shoulders or waist. he gets to witness everytime how your body tenses up, peeking upwards as to who it may be, he loves watching you relax when you realize it’s just him. he would rest the side of his face against the top of your head, even turning his head to press kisses down on your head. if he’s willing to tease you, which would certainly be common, he would tap your shoulder, then move over to the other side as soon as you rotated your head to see who may need you. once your attention is brought back to what you were previously doing, his arm comes around your waist, pulling you into his embrace, squeezing you tight!
he loves cuddling — there are the rotations, he doesn’t mind being the big or small spoon, it just matters if he is able to hold you! phainon grew up with a dog, so it would be no surprise if he’s cuddly. his favourite spot to cuddle would have to be in the golden wheat fields of his hometown, the thought of resting beneath the sun, with you in his arms? that is something he looks forward to everytime he’s in Aedes Elysiae with you.
2. ACTS OF SERVICE
phainon had explained countless times that whenever his parents would grab their sickles and head over to the golden wheat fields, phainon would grab his, too, and follow them, because he always loved to lend out a hand to people, whether they needed help or not. so it would make sense if He loved to be the one to anticipate your needs, whether hanging your guys’ laundry to dry out in the sun or fetching the groceries to make dinner for you and him.
when your health goes downhill, phainon is on the move to clean your guys’ shared space — vacuuming, dishes, laundry, cooking. please, just leave all of that to him. he panics everytime you try to get up and assist him, he urges you to go lie down. unless you’re the stubborn type, he will lift you off your feet and good luck trying to get off, he’s a pretty strong guy for a man with a puppy-looking face. We all know that from when he ripped aquilia out from the sky. (THAT SCENE, AHAHSHA 🫦)
he will always come and fetch you from where ever you may be; after a hangout with your friends, visiting your family, or finishing a day of work. one message or phone call, he will immediately pick up. Once he knows your location, don’t ever be surprised from how quickly he manages to get there.
3. AN HONOURABLE MENTION: WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.
praises, he will overuse them on you. he would gladly remind you hundreds of times on how you are the dawn light he wants to see every morning when he first awakens.
PET NAMES:
‘(my) dawnlight’.
this specific name is the one you will never escape from, because Phainon’s fondness for the dawn never vanishes away. by the end of everything, a wish of his would be able to witness the dawn rise, as he hopes to see your face first before anything else. when he calls you out by that name to grab your attention, his tone is much lower, allowing the gentleness to really seep out and you can catch how Phainon’s face softens when your eyes meet his, as if you were the real dawn beginning to peek out and phainon was observing the sight.
‘wifey/hubby/partner’.
his intentions are to tease. whenever you are being introduced to somebody by phainon, he would try to trigger a reaction by saying “meet my wifey/hubby/partner, (name).” people start to coo out from how cute the two of you are, making your face explode in a hue of red, while phainon proudly chuckles from succeeding in making you flustered.
PROTECTIVENESS:
is phainon alright with you chatting with others? of course he is, you can chat with whoever. what if it was someone he didn’t know and they were making you feel uncomfortable? that’s the moment he needs to step in.
If the person you are with begins to get handsy towards you and your discomfort was starting to peek out, he makes his way over to your side and brings his arm around your shoulder. his expression neutral, his eye kept on you to ensure your well-being. after that, he will ask if you’re alright or not, listening to any complaints you may or may not have.
however if the person who is with you has a more… unacceptable approach, trying to get closer or pressuring you into something and they are not taking a hint of your visible discomfort, phainon’s approach will be different. rather than his arm moving up to come around your shoulders, his arm will wrap itself around your waist and pull you closer to him — a silent way to reassure you that he will protect you. to get the person to back off, he would give a word that him and his dawnlight will be taking a leave as they have somewhere urgent to head off to. when you two are by yourselves, he would allow any emotions you have built up to come out, whether it may be tears or frustration, he will listen and give the best words he could. It’s clear that you, as a person, are his number one priority.
(a/n): i haven’t written in forever and it lowkey makes me feel bad… :,) i’ve been SOOO busy with exams and have little to no motivation to write. even worse, i’m sick! :((( i hope the people who came from my tiktok are alright with this reupload. for those who are new, i hope you loved my headcanons!
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ (pt.3) when you call the haikyuu boys by their first name for the first time
characters: tsukishima kei, suna rintarou, akaashi keiji x gn!reader
synopsis: their last names have always been at the tip of your tongue, so what happens when you do the unthinkable, and finally, call them by their given name?
cw: fluffy rainbows, unestablished relationship, VERY down bad men
wc: 2.6k words, not proofread
this is probably the last part :( but i really did enjoy writing this for everyone to read !! thanks for the positive reactions everyone <3 if you enjoyed my fic, you can tip me on Kofi, but pls dont feel obligated to do so <3
link to first part (bokuto, kuroo, kita) || link to second part (kenma, sakusa, oikawa)
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⋆.𐙚 ̊. TSUKISHIMA KEI, he wonders, is he still just an innocent teenage boy in your eyes?
Tsukishima has always wondered how it’s so easy to fall asleep during breaktime in school.
He knows that breaktime is when the devils are released, which means it’s the loudest, because the entire school is free from classes. Certain people like Hinata and Kageyama… He swears, he can hear their voices from afar, bickering with each other.
At home, he’s known to be a light-sleeper. He gets riled up easily by the tiniest of voices, which requires him to wear headphones to sleep sometimes. Not too much, his brother warns him that he might suffer from hearing loss one day.
“You’re not going on lunch break?”
You approach him the moment the bell rings, offering him a small grin. You do that to everyone, coming up to people, having short conversations in means of being friendly.
Tsukishima doesn’t get why you enjoy talking to him. He’s a boring person, and gives short, blunt replies. Being a people-pleaser isn’t in Tsukishima’s books.
“No, I went for the first,” Yet, he still discovers himself trying his best to elongate his words when conversing with you. Just a little, teeny-tiny bit, compared to usual. Perhaps, it’s because you are the only one he finds slightly tolerable, except for Yamaguchi.
You hum as a reply. Then, Tsukishima hears the squeaking of shoes against the floor tiles, and later, doesn’t hear anything else anymore. The classroom goes entirely quiet, and he takes it as a sign to have his well-deserved rest. A daily routine of his.
Forming a criss-cross shape with his arms, he lays his head sideways, facing the wall. Gradually, his eyelids flutter closed, lulling him into a sweet, peaceful slumber.
He thinks he has gotten more than enough sleep from last night, because he ends up waking up earlier than his expected time.
However, before he shifts his head up, the loud footsteps approach his classroom, and he decides to lie down for a while more. Class might be starting soon anyway, he can slot in a few more minutes of rest.
But then, he nearly perks up when your voice enters the room.
“Guys, how about we talk outside instead?” You say in a tone, so soft, it sounds like a light breeze, but Tsukishima can still hear your words as clear as day, “I don’t wanna wake up Kei. He’s been looking tired the whole day.”
Tsukishima’s breath hitches.
“You’re such a caring person, Y/N. Sure there’s nothing else going on between you and him?” Your friend teases you, which earns a few chuckles that slowly fade into the distance. You’ve probably pushed them outside while being in a red fit of bashfulness.
For the first time, the image of your flustered expression pops up in Tsukishima’s mind. He imagines how you’re fiddling with your fingers, words stumbling out of your lips as your tongue twists. He also thinks of how you might be fighting for your life outside, while your friends continue to add oil to the fire.
Tsukishima can’t stop thinking about you.
And he most certainly can’t stop holding your voice close to his heart.
Kei.
To him, you call him Tsukishima. To teachers, you call him Tsukishima. To friends, you also call him Tsukishima.
When he’s absent, do you call him Kei to everyone? How long have you been calling him by his first name, without him knowing? Why do you never call him that when you’re in front of him?
And, why does he care so much about this?
Tsukishima buries his head deeper inside his make-shift arm pillow. The warmth doesn’t aid in the rise of temperature he feels on his face. In fact, it exacerbates the situation. He can’t look up either. His classmates might take notice of him, and it’s the last thing he wants to happen.
Class starts, Tsukishima pushes the thought to the back of his head, thinking of it as a temporary fixation.
Tsukishima tries his best to focus on the syllabus, but the lesson floods his mind, and exits out of the other ear. Your voice is the only thing on his mind now. It has become a giant, towering wave, washing away the unnecessary debris that enters his head.
You have become all he can think of, infiltrating every corner of his life, despite his initial denial.
Which is why, when the time comes, Tsukishima is walking you home for the first time.
Volleyball practice has just ended a few minutes ago, and it's also the first time you've seen him play, too. So, he plays like his life depends on it. Blocking every ball that stands in his way, soaring high above the net, standing tall like a wall, he hopes one day, you can depend on too.
The sky paints a beautiful hue of pink, and the sunlight drapes over you like a blanket, kissing your skin gently.
Tsukishima doesn’t tell anyone about it, how he heard you calling his given name when you thought he was asleep. Not even Yamaguchi, nor his brother. He keeps it to himself, until today, when he lets the long-awaited words slip out of his lips.
“You can start calling me Kei.”
“Huh?”
It’s pristine and clear. Tsukishima doesn’t want to be just Tsukishima to you anymore.
He wants to become something more than that, and it shows on his face, with dusted pink skin, similar to the tint of the skies, all across his skin.
“Stupid, what I mean is…” He takes a step closer to you, just like how you have stepped into his heart, effortlessly, “I want you to start looking at me as a man.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊. SUNA RINTAROU, he's walking on clouds, and nothing else can take away the joy you give him.
It starts with a normal after-school hangout with the three second-years.
However, due to a certain blond getting food poisoning from eating overnight dumplings, the Miyas couldn’t attend the hangout. As quoted by Osamu, “This scrub keeps sayin’ he’s gonna die and apparently, all of a sudden, he can see the light. So sorry y’all.”
The hangout becomes cancelled, what fun is there without the Miya’s providing free entertainment?
Suna proves you otherwise.
He brings you to a photobooth, where the two of you choose stupid hats for each other. You pick out an octopus one, with the tentacles falling off his head. It doesn’t do a single bit of justice for Suna’s good looks, but he looks like he’s enjoying this too much.
Because the hat he chooses for you is the most hideous thing you’ve seen on earth.
“I’m not wearing this.”
“I think you make a good ostrich,” He proceeds to plop the hat on you, where a pink ostrich rises from the base of the hat with a funny expression.
When the two of you enter the photobooth, something shifts.
He leans in close to your side, like never before, to the point where his shoulder is touching yours. You steal a glance at him, the word ‘unbothered’ written all across his face.
Gulping heavily, you try your best to pay no attention to it, and cover it up with a smile to the camera.
Then, he takes you to a lake, and teaches you about skipping stones, where you have to toss pebbles, making them bounce across the water's surface.
It turns into a competition, filled with endless bickering and laughter. You sabotage him multiple times, which ends up with him being the loser. He rolls his eyes, saying, “Cheater cheater pants on fire.”
“I think that’s the wrong way to say it.”
He huffs, “I don’t care.”
The day ends with him walking you back home under a peaceful sunset. A classic epilogue to a romance novel, except… the two of you are only friends.
Just friends.
It echoes in Suna’s mind like a mantra, a reminder that claws at the back of his mind.
The walk back is as silent as ever, with Suna beside you. You don’t notice, but he purposely makes his steps smaller, so he’s walking at the same pace as you, like how he always does, no matter where you are.
Suna likes staying close to you, and it’s clear that he likes it when he drops you off at your house, lingering a bit too long at the front gate with you. His hands are stuck inside his pockets, and his bag is slung over one of his shoulders as he stands before you, a high school boy who’s just in love.
“I had a very fun time today. Maybe it’s good that Atsumu and Osamu didn’t come,” You make a light joke, chuckling, a sound that Suna dearly adores.
Suna lets his lips quirk up slightly at the side, “You’re right. They would have ruined our peace.”
Then, there’s a moment of silence. Suna has heard that his eyes are intimidating whenever he stares too hard at someone or something, but to you, his gaze falls over you with a gentleness like never before.
So, you bid farewell, and prepare to enter your house, to Suna’s despair.
However, things change when you suddenly turn around, grasping onto the straps of your bag, and look up to him with the most ethereal smile he’s ever seen.
“Oh, and… thanks for today, Rintarou.”
Suna’s world entirely stops spinning for a while. He sees flowers all over the place, and they’re at full-bloom. Butterflies are fluttering inside his stomach, slinking into his heart before swallowing it up; it forces an emergency stop to his pulsing blood, making him want to keel over.
Yet, whenever he opens his mouth to speak, he feels his heart beating at his throat, and at that moment, Suna Rintarou truly feels like he’s become the successful main character of a love story.
“You called me Rintarou.”
“Uhh, yeah?”
He sucks in a deep breath, and god, he feels so, so happy.
He’s nearly going to do a thousand jumping jacks, hundreds of his most hated burpees, but he doesn’t, and offers you his last words, “Call the emergency services, I’m about to die.”
And Suna Rintarou really pretends to faint, dropping limp onto the ground, limbs all sprawled out like a starfish, not a single worry about how he’s going to stain his white uniform, and has to stay up late washing it.
While you yell out his name in a panic and fret, a small rising smile blooms on his lips.
If he dies tomorrow, then so be it.
The world can crash and burn, but Suna Rintarou is already glad he gets to live for another day to hear your voice.
⋆.𐙚 ̊. AKAASHI KEIJI, he realises he can't live a single moment without you, you are all that he needs.
Akaashi Keiji is calm, analytical, humble, and most likely, the most flawless human to exist on this earth. He opens the door for people to enter first. He notices the small errors and won’t hesitate to fix them. He treats everyone as an equal, letting them have their own spotlight to shine.
However, Akaashi is never good at withstanding stress. When a big match comes up, he paces around the waiting room endlessly, breathing heavily. When questioned about it, he says he’s doing breathing exercises.
“You sure…? Your face looks very constipated.”
Perhaps he should be like Hinata, and take a big dump before competing, but it’s way too late for him to stop by the toilet.
“I’m fine…” Akaashi barely holds back the tremble in his voice, clasping his hands together to prevent anyone from seeing that they’re uncontrollably shaking.
Even with Bokuto being in high spirits, and everyone else motivated to crush the rival team, Akaashi still feels a certain sensation of anxiety, crawling up his back and whispering negative thoughts into his head.
Hence, when the team finally prepares to head out to the giant court, Akaashi gets blinded by the lights, the number of people on the bleachers cheering for them, and the empty spot in the middle, where he will soon stand.
Akaashi gulps nervously, standing behind the tall and confident Bokuto to hide himself from the attention.
What if he fails today? What if he can’t make a good set, and ends up leading his team to a loss? Endless thoughts run in Akaashi’s head, bumping into each other, causing a great landslide.
It’s unfortunate you can’t make it to the game today, due to having made plans with your friends beforehand.
Akaashi doesn’t mind you hanging out with friends, and he certainly doesn’t want to bother you, but the lack of your presence completely alters his mood. Whenever he’s down in the dumps, you are always there to lift him up, like a warm glow of light that embraces his fading self.
He… really wishes you had come to cheer for him.
“Hey, Akaashi!”
He doesn’t know why his mood is getting to him. Is he becoming a second Bokuto?
“Akaashi!”
He really can’t help it. He’s not at the top of his game today, so should he just run—
“Keiji!”
Akaashi turns around almost immediately, and his eyes widen, with sudden stars that glimmer hope within them. At that moment, there’s no one else in his world, only you, and that enchanting smile of yours that effortlessly steals away his heart.
“I… I am so sorry for being late, my friends are waiting for me, but I still have to say this…” Your lips are parted, harsh breaths being panted, a sign that you have actually run, just to be with him.
Then, before he knows it, you are taking his hands in yours, just like how you’ve taken his whole life in one breath. You intertwine your fingers with his, holding them tight and close to your being—
Akaashi feels himself losing grip with reality, as he subconsciously drifts off into your existence, fusing into one with his palpitating feelings.
The final punch in the gut occurs to Akaashi when a grin dances on your lips, as you exclaim, with radiating optimism, “Good luck with your match, Keiji! I’ll be cheering for you and your team!”
Akaashi doesn’t realise the entire team behind him is throwing teasing remarks at him, nor does he notice his own hands are quivering, not from uneasiness, but from longing. And Akaashi doesn’t remember the last time he has longed for someone this much.
And so, he grasps onto that feeling, and reminds himself that it’s not a dream anymore.
Akaashi makes a promise to himself, with a beating heart, beating like it’s about to die. If he doesn’t win this match, he doesn’t deserve your heart.
“Is it just me, or did the vibe around Akaashi suddenly change?” One of his teammates comments, nudging the said boy’s shoulder with a knowing smirk.
With a subtle, genuine smile, Akaashi replies as if it’s the most natural thing in the whole world, “I am merely feeling motivated to win, I don’t see anything wrong with that.”
Win. He will win this match, because you are cheering for him, and he needs nothing more than that.
Akaashi Keiji, clutching on his fists with nothing but perseverance, steps into the blazing fire for you; not as a superhero that comes in to save the day with his setter abilities, but as a desperate high school teenage boy, willing to dedicate his whole seventeen years of life to this one moment.
This one single moment that will make him feel that he’s finally, and sincerely, worthy of being yours.
⊹ in which : keiji akaashi, your husband, is 100% cheating on you!!
⊹ mai's note: pls take this while i try to finish the tsumu smau... no angst btdubs!!! reader is famous but their job is up to u!!! also a bit of smau in this one heh sub 4 more
your husband is unfaithful. you wouldn’t want to accuse akaashi without any reason, but he’s been making you suspicious for a while now.
there are four reasons why you think so.
CLUE NUMBER ONE —
it’s a rare day off for you. stretched out on the couch, you flip through channels lazily, nothing catching your attention. suddenly, you shoot upright, catching his attention.
“what’s up?” akaashi says, tearing his gaze away from his phone.
“kei, do you wanna watch the new scream? we could stay up, i don’t even have to go in tomorrow.”
akaashi looks towards the clock, and then back at you. “it’s going to get late, right? i… have some readings to do. proofreads and stuff. you should probably go to sleep too. plus, horror movies scare you anyway.”
that makes you pause. in nearly 3 years of marriage, you can count on one hand the number of times akaashi’s declined a movie night.
“kei, it’s barely horror!!”
he shrugged and got up from the chair he was on. “tomorrow, okay, baby? i have something really serious calling me.”
and he makes a beeline for the upstairs bedroom, leaving you with just a kiss on the forehead.
“seriously…?” you mutter.
and that’s when it starts.
CLUE NUMBER TWO —
the first time it happened, you brushed it off. i mean, who wants to be one of those annoying wives who’s always on their husband’s back? what business was it to you what akaashi was doing on his phone? but it got annoying… and suspicious really quickly.
you were filling in some paperwork when you heard him giggle. smiling, you turned to him, about to ask what was funny, when you saw him on his phone. he looked up at you, blinked, then turned stonefaced.
“sorry for bothering you.”
“nah, it’s fine. what were you doing, kei?”
“nothing. just… uh, revising this page. my current client can’t even differentiate between past and present tense.”
“...and that was funny?”
“you’re telling me you don’t laugh at spelling mistakes on those tiktok comment compilations?”
you just went back to your file, one ear focused on the constant shifting and smiling that seemed to be emanating from the fidgety akaashi. you swear once you even saw him kick his feet. the new girl he was talking to must be real funny, huh?
CLUE NUMBER THREE —
the glow of akaashi’s monitor highlights his pretty face in the dark room. he looks tired enough, and the tab he has open seems to have words on it, so you conclude he’s working.
“kei? come to bed?” you say, putting your phone down on the nightstand. “it’s getting late.”
he just hums, like he didn’t hear you.
“hello?”
akaashi blinks, then turns.
“sorry, spaced out. what was that? uh, i can’t sleep yet. you go on, though, baby. i need to finish this page.”
seriously? was he trying to get back at you for being gone all the time? i mean, yeah, work kept you busy, but it’s not like it was easy being famous! someone has to do it! were you so repulsive to him now that he would rather work all night than sleep in the same bed as you? by now, you both would’ve been cuddling, and you would’ve traced his sleepy features with your eyes, while he talked to you about star wars or birds or both, and–
whatever, you thought as you drifted off. you’ll confront him soon.
CLUE NUMBER FOUR –
akaashi had bought new clothes. him, the frugal guy who’d much rather spend his money on some kind of figurine or new book set, had bought new clothes. sure, he’d spent a lot on you, and he also brought you food from the bakery in the mall when he went. and sure, you’d been encouraging him to buy new clothes since you found a hole in his old shirt, but you didn’t think he’d actually do it now of all times.
he buttons up his new shirt in front of you. you don’t let the pale expanse of slightly defined abs from his volleyball days distract you from your conclusion.
“so?” he says, raising an eyebrow.
“so.” you said, crossing your arms. you think he’s cheating, and here he is giving you a fashion show.
“what do you think?” akaashi looks almost bashful as he avoids meeting your eyes. he’s wearing a button-up white shirt, rolled to the forearms. “wait, don’t say it yet. i have more.”
he pulls a beige cardigan over the shirt, looking the part of the prettyboy scholar. “nice? wait until you see this one.” akaashi says, pulling both the cardigan and the shirt off his head, glasses flying off in the process, and nearly getting stuck.
you stay there for a while, giving him short comments while he tries on everything he bought. what a nice guy. asking his wife for opinions on clothes (that look unfairly good) that he’d just wear to see his side-chick. he’d barely bought stuff for himself anyway, and he decides to start doing it now, right when you start suspecting him?
you really didn’t want to do this, but it’s better then being mistaken and confronting akaashi, then embarrassing yourself. never in your life had you thought you would be 1) thinking your amazing husband would be cheating on you and 2) going through his phone like some kind of toxic girlfriend instead of the world-loved woman that you were.
you decide to check messages first. if you were to find some incriminating evidence, it would be there, right?
...nothing there. you start to feel that maybe you messed up? but he's been too suspicious for you to stop here. you decided to check his screen time instead.
...wattpad? what the hell? was he talking to another girl on there or something? i mean, you knew akaashi was a bit odd, but to cover up his tracks so insistently? what the hell was he hiding? you decided to click on the app.
...what the hell x2. curiosity drives you to click on the first one.
that explains it. the giggles. the late-night 'work', the reading excuse. well, he was reading. just not what you thought. the new clothes. 'all button-ups, cardigans, and glasses?' seriously? who wrote this?
...your husband wasn't a cheater. he was a fanfiction reader. of you. even though you were in the same house.
akaashi pushed the door open, towel around his neck, fresh from a shower. he was about to say something, then looked at his phone in your hands, open on an app he knew very, very well. he stared at you, horrified.
"you... uh..." he started.
you looked back at him, incredulous. "i thought you were cheating on me!!"
— keiji doesn’t despise you. i’m sure he has a folder of your printed photos somewhere.
yandere!akaashi keiji x f!telepath!reader
i had a lot of fun with this! i hope you guys like it as much as i do (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ SOMEONE hold me back from writing more keiji fics.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the one where akaashi keiji is your biggest fan, literally.
you know how they say ignorance is bliss?
yeah. well. they were right.
because today, out of all the possible things the universe could have cursed you with, you woke up with the ability to read minds. no instructions. no warning. no off-switch. just… one minute you’re brushing your teeth, and the next you’re hearing your neighbor’s internal panic about whether or not almond milk counts as dairy.
and you were fine. you were okay. it was manageable. you could ignore it.
until you saw akaashi keiji.
akaashi keiji, who—you were sure—hated your guts. akaashi keiji, setter of fukurodani, king of the resting bitch face, mr. "i am only polite to you because bokuto would kill me otherwise." akaashi keiji, whose brain you really didn’t want to wander into—
except, of course, you did. and that’s when your entire worldview shattered.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
you’re standing outside the gym, waiting for bokuto to finish his fifth water break, when you accidentally brush against akaashi. his arm. just for a second. and then—
‘oh my god. oh my god she touched me. i’m never washing this arm again. i’ll cut the sleeve off and frame it. i could cry. no. stay cool. don’t look at her. she’ll know. she always smells so good, what is that, vanilla? cinnamon? holy hell, marry me already.’
you freeze.
akaashi doesn’t. he just stands there, calm, cool, collected, expression neutral as ever.
except in his head, he’s a screaming, crying, shaking mess.
you blink. surely you misheard. maybe your brain powers are glitching. maybe—
‘look at her hair today. it’s so shiny. i want to run my hands through it. i want to braid it. i’d do it better than she could. she’d look so cute with little ribbons. oh god, imagine if she called me keiji while i braided her hair. i’d pass out. stop. stop thinking about it. don’t get a nosebleed. you’re a man, akaashi, have some dignity.’
you blink harder.
akaashi, still, does not blink at all.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
“you good?” bokuto asks, appearing at your side with two bottles of water balanced on his head.
“yep,” you squeak, voice about three octaves higher than normal. “totally fine. never been better.”
akaashi glances at you then, just once, with that infuriatingly unreadable face. except now you can read it. or, more specifically, you can read the psychotic mess behind it.
‘say something to her. no. don’t. she’ll know. she already hates you. wait—does she hate you? she must. she never talks to you unless bokuto’s there. god, i’m so pathetic. i wrote three thousand words of her comforting me after practice yesterday. i even added the author’s note that said "just a self-indulgent drabble lol." kill me. no, don’t. then i’d never see her smile again.’
you choke on air.
akaashi side-eyes you. “you okay?”
you nod violently. “fine! so fine!”
inside, you are anything but fine. the only thing fine here is akaashi.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the problem is, you’ve had a crush on akaashi since day one. because he’s pretty. disgustingly pretty. like, unfairly pretty. and also because he’s nice. not to you, of course—he’s always a little short with you, a little dismissive, a little too quiet—but to bokuto.
and you love bokuto, your best friend in the whole wide world, so you love anyone who treats him right. and akaashi treats him like he hung the moon.
so you spent months convincing yourself akaashi just didn’t like you, and that was okay, and you’d get over it.
except now you know he’s apparently been mentally writing fanfiction about you. and braiding your hair. and proposing marriage.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the next day, you test it again. you sit at the back of the classroom, and akaashi’s two rows ahead. you focus, just a little, and—
‘don’t turn around. she’s back there. i can feel it. she probably looks so cute, tapping her pencil like that. oh, she dropped it. should i pick it up? no, she’ll think i’m weird. god, her handwriting’s adorable. i could look at her notes all day. i’d laminate them. i’d put them in a scrapbook. wait, normal people don’t do that. stop. stop stop stop.’
your pencil rolls off your desk. akaashi catches it mid-air without looking, turns, hands it back to you with a polite nod.
“thanks,” you say.
“mo problem,” he says.
‘she spoke to me. she actually spoke to me. do i look sweaty? i’m sweaty. oh my god, her voice. play it at my funeral. engrave it on my tombstone. thanks. no problem. pathetic. you’re pathetic, keiji.’
you almost burst out laughing in the middle of math.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
it only gets worse from there.
because every time you’re near him, you hear it. the mental rambling. the unhinged devotion. the diary entries happening live in his head.
‘look at her tying her shoe. that’s the cutest knot i’ve ever seen.’
‘she said hi to me. that’s basically a marriage proposal.’
‘i memorized her schedule. not in a creepy way. okay, maybe a creepy way.’
‘bokuto, if you don’t move so i can see her, i swear to god—’
it’s insane. it’s overwhelming. it’s also… kind of flattering.
because, well. you like him. a lot. and knowing that the stoic, unbothered akaashi keiji is actually your number-one fan? yeah. it’s doing things to your heart.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the kicker, though—the absolute kicker—is the day you find out about the fanfics.
you’re at bokuto’s house, scrolling on his laptop while he showers, when you accidentally stumble onto a file labeled “akaashi’s stuff.”
and inside?
well.
it’s hundreds. literally hundreds. of word documents. all named things like “comfort fluff ver.7” and “domestic au FINAL FINAL edit.”
you open one. and immediately want to scream.
because it’s you. and akaashi. holding hands after practice. you patching him up. him kissing your forehead.
you slam the laptop shut so hard you almost break it. bokuto runs out of the shower in a towel, panicked.
“what happened? earthquake?”
“nope!” you squeak. “everything’s fine!”
except nothing is fine. because akaashi keiji writes fanfiction about you.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the next day, you corner him after practice.
“hey, akaashi,” you say, trying to act normal.
“hey,” he replies, normal as ever.
‘she’s talking to me. she cornered me. this is it. this is how i die. god, she’s so pretty when she’s sweaty. did i put deodorant on today? i did. okay. don’t panic. do i look weird? i look weird. i always look weird. marry me.’
you take a deep breath. “so. uh. i read something yesterday.”
he blinks. “okay?”
‘oh god. oh god. she found it. she found my fics. she hates me. she’ll never speak to me again. run. fake your death. move to canada. change your name. keiji who? never heard of him.’
“and i just wanted to say…” you pause, grin, lean in close— “…you’re a really good writer.”
akaashi keiji, the picture of composure, the king of neutrality, turns bright red.
‘what. what. WHAT. she LIKES them? she knows? she knows. i’m going to implode. this is the best and worst day of my life. holy shit.’
you laugh. you can’t help it. he looks so lost, so mortified, so utterly whipped. and maybe you’re just as whipped, because all you want to do is grab his stupid pretty face and kiss him.
so you do.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
akaashi’s brain short-circuits.
‘she kissed me. she kissed me. she kissed me. i’m in heaven. i’m dead. bury me in her handwriting. wait no, i want to live. i want to marry her. i want to buy her three cats and a house by the sea. i want to—’
you pull back, grinning. “you think i hate you, don’t you?”
he swallows. “…yes?”
“idiot,” you say fondly. “i’ve liked you since forever.”
he stares. then, very quietly, “oh.”
‘oh? that’s all you can say? she likes you. she LIKES you. do a backflip. no, don’t. you’ll die. smile. no, not like that, you’ll look creepy. stop staring. oh my god. she LIKES you.’
you laugh again, because he’s so painfully, stupidly gone for you. and maybe you’re just as gone for him. no, sweetie, he’s much worse than you think.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
and that’s how your mind reading curse turns into a blessing.
because you never stop hearing it. the devotion. the obsession. the constant stream of thoughts that range from “her handwriting could cure diseases” to “i’d kill for her, no hesitation.”
it should be concerning. honestly, it is concerning.
but it’s also the sweetest, most ridiculous thing in the world.
akaashi keiji, your boyfriend now, still looks perfectly calm on the outside.
but in his head?
‘she called me her boyfriend. holy shit. i’m framing this moment. i’m never letting her go. she’s mine. mine mine mine. forever. till death do us part. and even then i’ll haunt her.’
and you can’t stop smiling. because yeah, ignorance might be bliss—
but knowing akaashi keiji is hopelessly, terrifyingly, obsessively in love with you?
that’s even better.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
timeskip.
life with akaashi keiji as adults is almost offensively domestic.
you wake up, and there’s coffee already made. you get home late from work, and dinner’s waiting. you curl up on the couch, and he wordlessly drapes a blanket over you before sitting down to read.
and the whole time, he looks perfectly calm. perfectly collected.
except in his head.
‘she looks so cute in my hoodie. i’d let her ruin every single piece of clothing i own if it meant she’d wear it around the house.’
‘she left her mug on the table. don’t touch it. i’ll clean it. she deserves to rest.’
‘god, i want to kiss her until she forgets her own name. why is she looking at me like that? oh, right, because i’m staring. stop staring. no, don’t. she’s beautiful.’
same old akaashi. never outwardly showing it. inwardly? a walking, talking shrine to you.
and you… you’ve gotten used to it.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
sometimes you tease him.
like when he’s chopping vegetables: “i would look good with a knife, thanks for noticing.”
he pauses just a beat too long before replying, “…that’s not what i said.”
but you heard it. loud and clear.
‘look at her leaning against the counter like that. she could stab me with this knife and i’d thank her. why am i chopping onions, oh right, she should never have to cry, so i’ll do it for her.’
you giggle and steal a piece of carrot from the cutting board. he sighs, fond but exasperated.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
another day, you’re curled up on the couch with a book while he edits something on his laptop.
“stop overthinking,” you tell him casually.
he doesn’t look up. “i’m not.”
you grin. “you’re literally wondering if i’d prefer cats or dogs first when we move somewhere bigger.”
akaashi’s typing pauses. then resumes. “that’s a normal thought.”
‘she caught that? i should’ve thought quieter. no—she probably guessed. right? doesn’t matter. i’ll get her both. she deserves both. and a yard. and a garden. i’ll build her the garden myself if i have to.’
you shake your head. he has no idea.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡ goodluck.
it’s comforting, really.
the fact that after all these years, his thoughts haven’t changed. still simpy. still desperate. still so hopelessly wrapped up in you it’s almost ridiculous.
sometimes you wonder how he hides it so well. how he manages to keep that serene face when his brain is basically liveblogging his obsession 24/7.
but that’s just akaashi. unreadable outside, catastrophic inside.
and you love him for it.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
one night, you’re lying in bed together. the apartment is quiet, the city outside humming low through the windows. his arm is draped over you, steady, warm, grounding.
you’re drifting toward sleep, lulled by the rhythm of his breathing, when his voice threads into your mind.
‘oh i would kill for you. i would never ever let you go.’ you hum at his thought, not really minding that he referred to you as ‘you’ and not ‘her’.
‘you can hear me, right, my y/n?’
your eyes snap open.
slowly, you turn your head to look at him.
akaashi keiji is watching you. his face calm, unreadable as ever.
and then—deliberately, slowly—he smirks.
‘now, you’re never getting away from me.’
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
a/n: GAWD I LOVE MYSELF, HOW DID I COME UP WITH THIS, I NEED TO GIVE MYSELF A SMOOCH
Author note - Happy Diluc day!! I enjoy writing drabbles than full on fics so please dont mind the wording and grammar error. Just really wanted to put something out for this man :’) hes been my main since ive started genshin!
THIS IS (BARELY) PROOFREAD
just fluff
At the cliff of Millhaven, you and Diluc sit together in the night sky stargazing. However his attention appeared to be more directed at a certain someone than the stars. He still couldn’t believe he’d found the one, let alone the one he never even imagined in the first place. He always thought about work, his father, incompetent knights of Favonius, and his dear pesky brother Kaeya, never concerned himself with frivolous things like romance. However, upon meeting you his entire framework turns in havoc. Suddenly every thought was directed at you, You needed to take on a hard commission from the adventurers guild, Diluc will tag along to make sure you're safe. Needing a break after all that adventuring ar angels share? Diluc has already made your (f/d) by the time you drop in. Did you make it back home safely? Did you encounter any troubles? every gesture, every thought, every glance, was about you, the you sitting oh so ethereal looking at the sky.
Diluc (not so) discretely glances at you. Your face shining under the dusk of the moonlight, “So beautiful..” he mutters until you finally caught him eventually staring. “Seems like your attention is elsewhere, how could you waste this view!” you tease. His hand just behind you brings himself closer to you. “A waste? What do you mean? I’m looking at you.”
