♡ ༘ ˚˗ˏˋ warnings - none! tell me if i’m wrong! 'ˎ˗ ˚ ༘♡
♡ ༘ ˚˗ˏˋ authors note - was gonna make this for reki,, but i’m a kazuha lover <3'ˎ˗ ˚ ༘♡
you knew you felt this way about kazuha for a while. he was the sweetest, ever since he defended you from some creep in liyue you felt like you had hearts in your eyes for him.
it started as a little puppy crush- one you thought would fade away. but he kept coming back to you, saving you from creeps, monsters, or even yourself- when it came to you being a klutz.
he would always find a way back to you, big or small, good reasoning or bad, he found a way. and you always being lost in a fanasty world that you’re in, got caught in it.
with that fantasy, you thought it was meant to be. you thought, no matter what, he would always be there. that even in some small way, you two were put together by the universe as a sign.
it started with the puppy crush, then turning into something more. you thought the day you realized how you felt was when he had promised to always be by your side, no matter what. but you knew how you felt about him for a while.
you two had planned to go on a walk together, a nice night time stroll. you two stared at the night sky, sitting by the docs of where the boats were.
you grew sleepier by the second, your head fell onto his shoulder. he wrapped an arm around your body and he held you close. your heart felt like it was going to explode out of your chest.
you felt like this was the perfect moment. the moon shining on you two, by the water, him holding you close, it was just how you imagined it.
but you felt your voice caught in your throat. you felt it almost slip out of your mouth, but your lips were sealed shut. you let out a shaky sigh before mumbling it to yourself- just to see if you could even speak at this point of nervousness.
“did you say something?” kazuha asked, brushing a hair out of your face.
“i really like you. a lot,” you blurted. it was followed by silence, then another shaky sigh let out by you.
“i see. i don’t want to lead you on in any sort of way, so i will say it quite bluntly,” his once (what you thought) loving hold on you fell. “i don’t feel the same way, and i’m sorry.”
you sat up and looked into the water that reflected your face. “i see.”
you wished your lips have done a better job at keeping quiet. you wished that you could do everything over. wished you wouldn’t have mumbled that, wished you wouldn’t have to be such a klutz, wished you didn’t go out that day so you wouldn’t have to be saved by kazuha.
you wanted to just restart with him. meet him a normal way, act normal, and never have the feelings you thought was just a puppy crush turn into a crush that you thought about too much.
you two sat in silence, “how are you feeling?”
“amazing,” you joked, letting out a fake laugh that soon turned into cries. he was quick to bring you back into the hug that you misunderstood the first time.
he shushed your cries, petting your hair to help you calm down. once you calmed down, and the only thing heard was your sniffles instead of your cries.
“we’re just lost stars, searching for our constellation. but, at least right now, our constellations don’t align.”
you simply nodded your head. “what happens now to us?” he asked.
you stayed quiet at first, “‘m not sure.”
he went to move his body to get more comfortable but you gasped and tugged onto him. “please don’t leave me.”
he looked down at your crying and shaking figure. he was quick to reassure you he wouldn’t leave you.
“hey-hey i’m not going to leave you. ever. cause if i leave, who will be there so save you from tripping over your own foot?”
that made you laugh, which he was glad. he wasn’t sure what to say in the moment, he just wanted to be there for you.
he hugged you again, which you both weren’t sure if it was even the best thing right now, but he reassured you he wasn’t going to leave you.
and all you could do as you layed in his lap was stare at the stars and wished they would align for you two.
HI HI SAV!!! if ur still doing the prompt thing i’d love to see this one with your current favorite character or whichever one is calling to u *waggles fingers*
“ i did what i had to do. ”
DREW!! hello hello :))) okay so listen i have not written yuuta before but. as you know i've fallen in love w him bc of you and this was the first thing that came to mind when i saw this <333 love u
note: alright you guys know the drill this is soft angst bc idk how to write anything else rn!! wooo!! also!! no explicit spoilers, but this is post-shibuya arc, so. general uh- general vibe i suppose might be spoiler-y
if you hadn’t known him before, you would say that yuuta was born from rubble. you know that he wasn’t, you know he was forged more than he was born, but from the way he stands in front of you now—dust along the high points of his cheek, his shirt wrinkled in the way you know he doesn’t like, a cut along his lip that still lays red with the memory of fresh blood—if you hadn’t known any better, you would say that neither of you have known more than this.
but of course, you have. you have known smiles that made your cheeks hurt, you have known honey-tasting tears from sweet laughter, and you have known okkotsu yuuta before either of you knew death like this.
but here, you both stand amidst the aftermath, his eyes flitting over your face as yours do the same to his, both of you running down a checklist to make sure that yes, this is you. you are okay. we are here.
yes, this is yuuta, you think as your gaze runs over the shadows of his eyes, the curve of his nose, and the strand of hair that always manages to fall just in front of his brow. you let out a breath through your nose, bringing a hand up to swipe the hair away from his face. he lets you, as he always does.
yes, yuuta is okay, you think as your hand falls from his hair down to his cheek. your thumb runs over the dust that lays there, the remnants of something much more sinister determined to stay on his skin—as though the rest wouldn’t be enough. you know the cut on his lip is there, but you knew moments ago that it wasn’t anything to worry for. he leans into your palm, as he always does.
we are here, you think as you take a deep breath and close your eyes. you feel his skin on yours, the cold wind of october—no, november, now (how long has it been since that day?)—scrapes against your flesh, and then you can hear him take his own breath, feel the way he releases it as it ghosts just over your lips. you breathe out and open your eyes, and he’s still there.
and then you’re both pulling each other in. you bury your face into his collar, not caring about the way the wrinkles press against your cheek in a way that feels so deeply foreign to you, because yuuta’s hands press into your waist in a way that feels like relaxing for the first time in months.
you’re both mumbling into each other's skin, mixes of you’re back, you’re safe, i missed you, and perhaps most desperately, please stay, leaving both of your lips until you’re not sure if the words left your mouth first or his.
part of you thinks to move away, to place your hands onto his cheeks and look at him without that horrid checklist scratching at the edges of your skull, but you don’t dare leave the warmth of this kind embrace—not when yuuta’s hands are running over the curves of your waist as though he wishes to memorize the shape of your body and the texture of your skin against his calloused hands. he’s done this before, both before he left and in the many dreams you’ve had of him on particularly awful nights. you can’t remember either of them feeling quite like this—neither had ever felt so desperate.
so instead you try to find ways to wrap yourself tighter around him, you drink him in as though he doesn’t smell like the ashes that surround you, as though his cologne isn’t only a faint memory of another time. he still smells like yuuta, but he smells like a man who has been through too much in a short time.
you imagine the smell of ashes is on your clothes as well.
when you do finally pull away, there’s only a small bit of space between you, and it’s yuuta who finally brings himself out of the embrace. as you had wished, your hands cup his jaw and your thumbs dance over his cheekbones. you can feel the brush of his eyelashes against the pads of your thumbs, and he sighs as he leans down and into your touch, his eyes closing again. your foreheads don’t touch, but you swear you can feel the warmth of his against your own.
“i did what i had to do,” you both say in a single breath, your words meeting in the air that lays between you and mixing with the cold night breeze. he laughs, breathlessly, not at the meaning of the words, not at the situation, and hardly at anything funny. no, you know this laughter is because this moment of parallel was the least planned of all, and yet you still manage to speak the same tongue in the same whisper. but his laughter is as quick to end as it was to begin, and he opens his eyes once more, looking directly into yours as he finally speaks again.
“i know,” he says.
“i know,” you reply.
“we’ve done more than enough.” you nod, biting the inside of your cheek as you watch his hand travel up to your wrist. he turns his head, kissing one of your palms while he circles his thumb over the veins that rest just below.
“i think we have more to do, yuuta,” you say, and there’s that laugh again. he presses another kiss, this time lower on your palm, inching closer to your wrist. he closes his eyes again as he puts your hand back against his face, sighing as he takes in every bit of your touch.
“let me rest here, please,” he whispers, nearly mumbling against the smoky air that surrounds you. “just for a moment.”
you nod, and you bite your cheek once again—enough that, if you run your tongue over it, there’s the beginnings of something metallic attempting to break the surface—and you breathe slowly to ignore the gradual tightening of your throat.
when men had stormed into your home and obnoxiously chanted, “emergency, emergency!” you hadn't expected the so-called urgent crisis to be...
“what are you doing...?” you gazed at the inexplicable picture that was kazuha choking hugging a crewmate and at least five bulky giants attempting to pry him off, all of which were failing miserably.
“kazuha had one too many drinks,” someone belonging from the crux fleet helpfully supplied, gesturing to the empty bottles of sake scattered on the table. “and he's become some sort of a hugging monster.”
which, honestly, still didn't explain why you were brought here. “so... why did you call for me?”
“please take him home,” begged another man, kneeling by your feet and tugging on your pants. “please.”
“hey!” a voice chimed in warning, followed by a hiccup. you turned your head to face kazuha, who had finally let go of the traumatized man gasping for breath in the corner. “don't touch,” hic, “[name]!” he pointedly steered threats towards the beggar(?) before you, approaching with wobbly steps.
you caught him with your arms when he inevitably stumbled, too inebriated to fully function. “woah there, are you okay?” he clung to you tightly, pulling you down with his weight. “who let him drink this much?!”
“captain challenged him to a drinking match.”
figures.
“archons...” you heaved a defeated sigh, hoisting up your giggly companion. you placed one of his arms to rest on your shoulders and held him up by the waist, sending an accusing look to a nearby crewmate. “why don't you take care of him?”
“we got our hands full with beidou.”
again, figures.
appearing not too pleased by you neglecting him, kazuha roused awake, leaning far too close to your ear than necessary. “[name]...” he breathed rather than spoke, lips nearly brushing against your skin. “where are you taking me...?”
blood rushed to the tips of your ears. “please don't make it sound like i'm doing something illegal.”
“i can't believe you had it in you, [name],” said beidou, clearly intoxicated with alcohol. she took a swig from her jug and loudly announced, “taking advantage of, hic, kazuha of all people!”
your cheeks burned hotly, amplified by the booming laughter spreading across the tables. “i am not doing such thing!”
kazuha whined, slurring his words. “you... won't do anything...?”
“i swear you're doing this on purpose.”
you were absolute sure he was. tilting his head to your neck, stumbling conveniently, and whispering words to your ear in a calculated manner — he had to be doing this to rile you up. either that or he had the natural makings of a player, with all the flowers that come out of his mouth instead of proper words, unknowingly charming innocent victims with his alluring voice.
“don't be too rough with him, okay?” one cooed in jest as you passed by him, your pace hastening with each teasing comment while dragging kazuha with you. “poor guy's nearly unconscious.”
“i'm not doing anything to him, so shut it!” you retorted, not quite as intimidating as you wanted to be when your face was the same shade as a ripened apple.
“boo, coward.”
“no chickening out!”
“dear archons, please give me patience...” you bit on your bottom lip, deciding to stay silent and cut off the pointless conversation once and for all.
“[nameeee]...” kazuhaa drawled out, tripping on his own feet. you yelped and barely kept your balance.
“what is it this time-” you risked a glance at him, groaning in irritation, and you immediately pulled back your head when your face was closer than intended and you'd just brushed noses. goddamn it.
“pay attention to me!” he demanded as a bratty child would, except a child wouldn't stare at you so deeply and pepper your face with kisses as a means to annoy you.
“what- no- stop moving around!”
“get a room!”
“shut up!”
getting pushed back to the sofa as soon as you arrived in your house wasn't the last thing you expected to happen, but you were plenty caught off-guard.
“kazuha...” you sighed, effectively pinned down to the couch with him looming above you. his face was buried to the space beside your head, unrelenting to rise. “get up. i have to take care of you, so let me go. you need water to sober up.”
“don't want to.” he stubbornly nuzzled his head against your neck for emphasis.
“this kid...” you exhaled exasperatedly. your fingers ran through his hair, loosening his ponytail. “please? you're crushing me.”
you felt him pause, considering the potential harm he may cause.
even in his terribly drunken state, his childish tendencies came into a full halt and he obediently rose from his position, though the pout on his face was apparent.
“there, good boy.” you praised and sat up, pleased with his docile behavior. “do you feel sick? need to throw up? i can get a few more pillows.”
“[name] is enough.”
“that's sweet, but i'll get seriously angry if you throw up on me.”
“i won't throw up...” his hand inched towards yours, shyly playing with your fingers. “i promise.”
fuck, he's adorable.
still, you liked to think you had self-discipline. you won't let yourself get swayed by a pretty face.
“well, what do you want to do then? feel like sleeping? it's late at night, after all.”
he sheepishly glanced at you, looking with a silent plea. “...stay with me?”
you take that back.
“you know what? fine.” you tugged him towards you and fell on the cushions, wrapping him in a hug. “friends cuddle all the time. this is fine.”
yes, most certainly. this was quite the intimate act, but not totally exclusive to lovers. you chanted that over and over again to convince yourself, belatedly ignoring the fingers softly tracing patterns on your skin that seemed to stray off the levels of platonic.
“what are you trying to do, really...” you groaned, sanity escaping you. kazuha's expression remained vacant, unapologetic for his touchy nature.
“can i kiss you?”
kill me now.
“what if i say no?”
you wouldn't, of course you wouldn't. kazuha knew that too, that's why he didn't flinch and proceeded as if nothing happened. he reached his hand to your face, tracing the edge of your chin.
“would you?”
you stayed silent, and kazuha takes it as his cue.
his lips pressed gently to yours, relishing in the plush softness. your heart picked up its pace, thudding loudly in your chest, and it only raced faster when you felt the sudden sweep of his tongue on your bottom lip, prodding for permission. you stiffened considerably, but you let your eyes close and you lose yourself in the sensation, reciprocating the kiss and fingers grasping on his shirt for purchase.
you were momentarily surprised by his abrupt shift in position, his hand relocating to the back of your neck to pull you impossibly closer, and when you open your eyes, you see pools of red, admiring each expression you make.
“you-” you pulled away, startled into wiping away at your mouth. “don't open your eyes...”
his eyes crinkled at the edges, mirth warming his gaze. “sorry, i couldn't help but get curious.”
you grumbled incoherently, tasting sake on your tongue. “so? when the hell did you get sober?”
at first, he stared at you blankly, processing your words. then his lips stretched into an abashed grin, bringing his hand to shyly rub the back of his neck. “ah, i've been found out?”
fic notes : timeskip!oikawa, akaashi x gn!reader, fluff, angst if you squint, drabbles, wc: ~0.4k each
from elle! okay so i was rewatching set it up while writing my essay and the line “you like because and you love despite” really got to me </3 so in between writing my sociolinguistics essay, i coughed up whatever this is ;-; i’m not entirely sure if this makes sense but i still hope you like it <3 reblogs are appreciated, they help a ton <3
➹ oikawa t.
you like oikawa because he’s persistent. he has never been one to give up, no matter how many times you’ve told him to. oikawa insists that you can make your relationship work despite the distinctly different lives the two of you lead. it didn’t matter if the world saw him as oikawa tooru, the professional volleyball player who had the world at his feet. what mattered to him is that you saw him as oikawa tooru, the man who spilled coffee on your favorite sweater and still somehow scored a date despite a very stammered confession; the man who is very much in love with you, the one who’d do anything to keep you in his life. so no matter how many times you push him away, he stays rooted on the ground beneath him with that same heart-melting smile on his face. once you jokingly told him, “we’re going to break up someday.” and he replied without a single beat of hesitation, “as if i’d let that happen.”
you love him despite his persistence. he always pushed himself to be his best, which often meant being pushed to his very limit. sometimes, you wish volleyball hadn’t taken a precedence over most things. sometimes, you wish you didn’t go to bed with his side of the bed empty, only to wake up to find that same space cold and vacant. you knew what you had signed up for when you started dating him. but sometimes you wish practice could end just a few minutes earlier.
request: “hiya! can i get a fluff writing of calling bokuto, suna, and astumu (+ other characters of your choice) your ‘favorite boy’ ^^?”
characters: miya atsumu, suna rintaro, bokuto koutaro, and sakusa kiyoomi
a/n: slipping sakusa in here too bc i make the rules and also this is rly cute i wasn’t gonna work on requests anymore for the day but this was snsnsnd rly cute
✯ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 yawns sleepily, head on your chest as you scratched his scalp while you watched your show. Kissing his forehead, you turn to him with a soft smile, staring down at him so sweetly, his heart thumped in his chest.
“Baby, you should sleep, you’ve had a long practice,” you whisper. He pouts, glancing back at the episode running on your laptop, looking back at you and shaking his head stubbornly.
“No, I gotta know wha’ happens in the episode,” he mumbles, cutting himself off with another yawn. Chuckling, you kiss his forehead again as his eyes droop shut slowly despite his claims.
“Seems like you can barely finish your own sentence, Tsumu,” you tease. He whines softly, digging his head into you and hugging you tighter, sighing contentedly when your fingers return to threading through his hair.
“Leave me alone.”
After a few moments, his body grows a bit more limp, breath evening our as his mouth parts slightly while he dozes off. Admiring him for a bit, you trace over his features, finger gliding up the slant of his nose, the curve of his brow, the slopes of his cheeks, taking him in as he looks younger in his sleep.
“You’re my favorite boy, Tsumie,” you whisper to yourself. “I love you.” He smiles in his sleep, snoring softly as he clutches onto your shirt.
“M yer favorite,” he mumbles incoherently, leaning just a tad bit closer to you.
✯ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 glares at his lap with his arms crossed, angrily shaking his head to himself. Giggling, you sit down beside him on the couch, leaning on his shoulder as you rub his chest.
“Rin-rin,” you drawl sweetly, making him grumble.
“No,” he says firmly. “We’re never letting him back here ever again,” he mutters, making you giggle as you reach up and pinch his cheek.
“Aww, Rinnie, don’t be jealous baby. I’m sure he was just messing with you,” you say gently, taking his hand in yours. Lacing the fingers together, you offer him a soft squeeze. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes before squeezing back.
“No, he was getting too comfortable with you,” he mumbles. “Never inviting my team over again,” Suna huffs, glaring up at the ceiling. “You’re mine.” Smiling to yourself, you turn to him, leaning up and kissing his jaw, making him melt ever so slightly.
“‘Course I am. And stop worrying about him,” you insist, climbing onto his lap. Instantly, his hands find their way onto your waist, squeezing slightly and holding you firmly in place. You press your forehead to his, looking him in the eye with a tender smile. “You’re my favorite boy, you know. I love you,” you whisper like it’s a secret, and he inhales sharply. Looking away with a blush, he pulls you to his chest so you can’t see his flustered expression.
“Yeah, whatever. I should be, I’m your boyfriend.” It’s silent for a few moments before he quietly mumbles “I love you too,” as he rubs your back.
✯ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 grins widely when you kiss all over his face, laying on top of him with your upper body propped up so you could look at him directly. Grinning, you booped his nose, making him lean up and press a kiss to the pad of your finger.
“I’m glad you’re back, Kou,” you breathe. Eyes softening, he rubs your back with one hand, the other cupping your cheek.
“Me too baby, I missed you during this game! Couldn’t wait for the flight back.” Looking out the window, he watches as the rain outside only gets heavier, making his face drop and lips droop into a pout. “But now I can’t take you out like I wanted! The rain had to ruin it,” he mumbles sadly, only to be stopped by your hand smooshing his cheeks together gently.
“Hey, that’s okay,” you whisper. “Means we get to stay in and cuddle and be lazy. I get to just lay around with my favorite boy and—” your cut off by a happy gasp.
“I’m your favorite? You’re my favorite too,” he grins like a fool. You roll your eyes, shaking your head as you kiss his cheek.
“Well I’d hope so,” you pout playfully. “Who else would be?” Bringing you down to lay on his chest. He kisses the crown of your head, making you sigh to yourself as you listen to his heartbeat.
“You’re always my favorite, y/n,” he whispers.
✯ 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 stops folding his laundry when you walk up to him, making grabby hands to be hugged. Chuckling, he puts his clothes down, holding an arm out for you to fall into as he pecks your forehead sweetly.
“Hey, love,” he murmurs.
“Hiya, Omi. Stop doing the laundry and do something with me, I’m bored,” you insist, propping your chin on his shoulder. His hand rubs over the small of your back in circles, head leaning onto yours.
“Or, I could finish folding first and then do something with you.”
“Or, you could do something with me, you have too many clothes,” you whine. Huffing, he rolls his eyes, pulling away before flicking your forehead.
“Fine, whatever.” Cheering, you kiss his jaw, making his eyes soften as they look at you.
“That’s why you’re my favorite boy, you know,” you smile, making blush spread across his cheeks as he bashfully looks away, pouting at your words.
“Favor— first of all, I’m a man,” he corrects indignantly, “and second of all, what do you mean favorite? I should be the only.” Squishing his cheeks together, you grin, kissing his puckered lips from your squeezing.
“I think you’re a baby, but you are my only,” you promise, leaning into him as his arms pull you flush against his chest.
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