kunikzhs

[kunikzhs]

❝ 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 ❞

𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗶 𝗵𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗮 is a lifesaver when it comes to packing necessities for trips. skin too dry? he has moisturiser ready. hungry on the road? he already has a snack in his hand. you’re usually forgetful so he always nags about packing well and jotting notes down.

“oh no.” chigiri perks up at how distressed you sound.

“what’s wrong?” he queries as he walks to your side and finds you with a worried expression, looking at the baggage.

“i don’t think i have enough pads,” you whined. now you had to go all the way to a convenience store that’s four bus stops away. you hear chigiri sigh, walk away and come back with- “A PAD!” you squeal and jumped into his arms.

“i knew you would-“ you’re kissing him all over, “forget to-“ forehead, cheek, nose, chin, “bring- stop.” he laughs and smiles.

“no way you actually bought pads.”

“yes way,” he smiles, “wouldn’t want a grumpy woman on a trip.” he mumbles, going in for a peck on the lips.

you playfully smack him away with the pad and walk off into the bathroom. “hope you like scented pads!” you hear him from the other side of the door. oh, what would you do without him.

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nagi seishiro sleeps. this guy can sleep like the dead. in a taxi, on the way back to the hotel, the moment he takes the seat, he’s drop dead. and that’s a problem. and it’s happening right now.

you’re in a new environment, gosh you don’t even know whether the driver is driving the right way, your way too nervous, especially for a holiday. right, a holiday, you told yourself to relax, i mean, it is a holiday…

few moments later, you get anxious because this road does not look familiar. at all. you clasp nagi’s hands, trying to wake him up.

he groans and groggily opens his eyes, “yeah?” he yawns out.

“you think we’re going the right way?” you whisper and he looks out of the window and looks back at you.

“where are we?” you smack his shoulder.

“you pig!” you loudly whisper, hoping the driver doesn’t think your insulting him instead.

“ouch babe,” he rubs his shoulder, “hey don’t worry,”

“how?!” you frown at him, “for all i know, we might be heading to our deaths,” and you peer closer to nagi’s ear, “this driver might be planning to kill us!”

he chuckles, “love your imagination,” he pats your hand, “don’t worry.” he yawns again and returned to sleep.

you smack him once more, this time harder, “you better not sleep,” he mocks a pain expression.

“hey,” he places his hands on your shoulders, “if anything, i’ll be by your side,” then he cups your face, “i’ll protect you.” he opens his arms, gesturing for a cuddle. you couldn’t help but sigh into his embrace.

‘bang’ the car engines goes and then a hump that makes both of you jump, trees and fog surrounds the car.

“baby,” you heard your knight-in-shining armour call.

“yeah?”

“think you can start worrying now.”

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isagi yoichi is a precious little bean. he can’t say no to you. and what’s more worrying than taking rollercoasters in the cold, with the strong, icy winds vigorously hitting the skin, it will be glacial. 

“baby, it’s fine,” 

“you can get hypothermia and i don’t want to risk that,” isagi retorts. 

you then stated many reasons how everything’s going to be ok and if there was really something wrong, you would have seen many dead people in the amusement park right now. 

this precious baby genuinely took a moment to think about your statement and finally gave in. 

you guys took many rides, shrieking and laughing with one another, but came out shivering. 

you see isagi rubbing both of his hands, trying to warm them up. so you intertwined your fingers with his and place them in your pocket, “thank you. for riding the rides,” 

he blinks at you, “you don’t have to thank me,” 

“oh look at you, shivering and all. you could have chosen not to take them but, you did.” you keep his hands tight in yours and pecked him on the cheek. “you could have gotten hypothermia,” you tut jokingly.

isagi chuckles at your remark, “i wouldn’t mind getting it for you,” 

in such chilly weather, you didn’t need a hot shower or cozy drink or a heater to warm you. you just needed him, your one and only, he could melt your heart, make you feel comfortable and mellow. make you feel as though you’re home. 

you look at him with adoration and gave him little pecks, “thank you.” 

he smiles into your kisses and returns it, “anything for you, my love.” 

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itoshi rin wants to experience many new things with you. he simply just does, he wants you to be many of his firsts. you’re special to him.

you spot an ice rink with many people enjoying their time skating and you’re quick to grab itoshi’s shoulder and lead him to the skates.

when entering the rink, you’re squealing with excitement and itoshi just wanted to capture this moment. with the snow falling, bustling movements, lights that glow with your beauty, you fill him with contentment.

“come on!” you wave to itoshi but this is where he hesitates a little.

he might have a good build and all but balancing on slippery surfaces isn’t one of his strengths. he’s gripping the railings at the side, shuffling with tiny steps. while your busy taking photos, you hear a ‘thud’.

you turn around only to find you’re strong, well reserved partner on the floor with the most horrid expression, you couldn’t help but start laughing. you saw itoshi’s deadpan face glaring at you and knew he needed help getting up. you smoothly skate towards while giggling, “skill issue,”

“you,” itoshi gritted out and just when you were about to hold him up, he drags you down and you land on him with a yelp.

you smack him, “the ice is so cold, and my jeans are wet now!” you look up to itoshi and see a sight. his hair was filled with droplets of snow and you burst out laughing, “and you look HAHAH,”

“what?” he stares at you but the more you laughed, the sooner he joined in. he was so glad to experience these moments with you.

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A/N: these were all inspired by moments i had with my athletic ass man, really wouldn’t have these precious moments without him and i’ve never been happier. to the readers, enjoy your holidays !!

[kunikzhs]

imagine this: you're itoshi rin's best friend and you have been since grade school, somehow enduring the period of his life when he pushed everyone away after his and sae's fallout.

you were the only one that didn't budge at his sudden coldness, stubborn and unrelenting against his metal walls that eventually melded to encompass you too. you're the only one he actively wonders about during his time at blue lock as well, thinking about whether you were okay or not during the time that he could spare.

you show up to the blue lock u20 match, sat in the spot reserved for family as you cheer for him until your throat hurts, shouting your heart out whenever rin holds the ball.

you ask him if he could hear you cheering for him after the match, he wraps you up in his jersey and nods. despite how hellish his night has been, it's been made a little better by seeing you.

for the two weeks he has off blue lock, rin intends to spend it all with you. the problem was, the second day that you're out and about, you just so happen to bump in to the rest of the blue lock players.

immediately, rin wants to drag you away, not wanting to dampen his holiday with these idiots, but bachira being bachira, invites you to hangout with them during the day. everybody can see how miserable their precious, star player is, grumbling and complaining under his breath whilst you try to at least comfort him. you're grabbing him by his arm to pull him towards something fascinating, you let him take the first sip or bite of whatever food you bought, and you always allow him to take the vacant spot beside you.

it's chigiri who truly is ballsy enough to ask why rin lingered with you rather than just going home if he was going to be so miserable.

his response is: 'wherever y/n strays, i follow'.

[kunikzhs]

#kunikuzushi, how do you love? 

—rewritten relationship headcanons (from “scaramouche, how do you love?” )

THEMES. (pre)relationship, fluff, domestic, character analysis, love languages, use of his real name

NOTES. okay, just a little bit of storytime on how i was so tempted to write this (albeit again) is that recently my mom got fractured and as i am an only child and away from home since i’m going to uni and in a dorm, it’s my dad who’s taking care of my mom. and oh my god. both scara and my dad are capricorns and their bdays are even next to each other,,, and i just cant help but like compare their love languages a bit (it may sound weird but trust me this will be good)

WANDERER / KUNIKUZUSHI 

He knows love—knows its meaning, knows what it does, and knows what its consequences are. Love is but a rose with thorns, pricking whoever chooses to admire its beauty and immerse them in its pleasure. Love is a danger, and far too humanly him. 

It will not be long until he recognizes this disgusting feeling since he met you. 

But as he was his own person, he chose not to identify it—to call it by its name. Out of fear? No. Out of instincts. 

He who didn’t have a heart suddenly felt love? Preposterous. Absurd. He wasn’t human, nor will he stoop so low to pretend to be one. 

Yet he underestimated you far too much—your… charm… so to speak, along with the unpredictability of your actions. How you show up and how your lips curl up in a gentle smile and how his name slips out of them ever so… gentle. Everything about you is gentle, and kind, and so… so-

“Good morning, Kunikuzushi” 

His jaw tightens and he dreaded for the sudden presence almost immediately as it had appeared. 

“It’s you.” It’s always been you—the only one that actually makes him want to run away from. But he won’t, no. He wouldn’t give you the pleasure to know, not ever. 

“It’s me,” you smiled, “hey, I haven’t seen you for a while. You even changed your outfit! Blue looks good on you.” 

He scoffs, almost out of instinct. It is true that it has been a while since he last saw you and yet, it felt like it was just yesterday. And with that thought, he couldn’t bear to look directly in your eyes that with a hand on his hat, he looks away. 

“There’s no need for pleasantries,”—like usual, he replies, and he adds on, “but it’s not much of a surprise to see you again, Y/n.” 

Which actually translates to “it’s nice to see you again”. 

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[kunikzhs]

. [❥] Kaedehara Kazuha x Reader

. [❥] still 3.3 Akitsu Kimodameshi event and making out with kazuwa in chinju forest. No beta, unedited. Fluff.

There is that hidden mischievous nature of kazuha that drives you insane and his inability to hold back when it comes to riling you up. He isn't as docile as his face lets on and often times uses it to his advantage.

Though his calm and composed poise may have attributed to this common misconception, you're not so easy to be deceived but it's no hard work for Kazuha to string you along his little mind games.

That enchanting pull of his lips when he comes close just within kissing distance and yet not exactly granting you even the lightest of peck on your lips. When you're desperately inching forward, he pulls back just a little bit. He's teasingly dangling that promised temptation just within your reach.

You can feel him smile through the warm puff of his breath fanning your cheeks. This almost made you whine, scrambling closer on his lap, hands fisting against his clothes.

"Kazuha... Please..."

When you beg, his hand around your waist, rubs sensually against your back as if in consolation. The pad of his palms follows along your spine as it dips inside your shirt. Heat follows his touch that makes something blossom from within you.

Kazuha grants you amnesty with a trail of kisses to your jaw, his soft and warm lips making contact with your skin. It's a little wet and you can feel his devilish grin when he retreats from your glare.

In the distance, you hear a scream followed by frantic footsteps running in different directions and you cling tightly against Kazuha. Both of your hands circling around his shoulders as your eyes try to look for the source.

"Relax." You hear him whisper, his smooth voice making you shudder in delight. He must have felt your apprehension. "No one can see us here."

Kazuha's hand begins to wander upward, sliding from your hips, to your sides, until he's cupping your cheeks. His thumb is rubbing circle against your cheek, where heat begins to rise, and lays upon your lower lip and wipes it. He presses against your body, wanting to be as close as possible, and tilts his head to aim for a kiss.

After what felt like forever, you feel the languid sway of his lips on you, breathing what's left of the oxygen you have at the lightheaded kiss he's offering in apology for the tease. It's patronizing, the way he moves and knowing exactly how you want it to be. He savors every touch to bask in the intimacy and desire to be alone together after quite a while that he's been away overseas.

You follow along his tango, missing him just the same as your hand comes up behind his neck, fingers digging through the soft tresses of his hair.

You hear another shout and the sharp voice of Paimon followed by another round of what seems like a fight. It's quite faraway but that doesn't stop you from worrying that you might get caught as you try to bury yourself as closely as you can against Kazuha. He chuckles against your lips and squeezes you in a hug as if telling you to focus.

"I can't believe this-" you try to speak through the kiss. "-is how I'll be spending my most awaited day off."

You humm softly feeling delirious and lightheaded. You're getting out of breath, heart racing wildly against your chest, and yet you still can't quite get enough of him as you pull him closer and closer to you.

Kazuha's tempo begins to pick up as he tries to keep your mouth shut. He can hear Aether and Paimon slowly making their way to where you are. It's like the torch of avarice had been ignited inside him that he's feeling the urgency. He's groping all over your body, touching more and more with fervor.

"Do you think the dango milk is around here?" You picked up Paimon's voice and you're pushing yourself up from Kazuha's lap who refuses to let go of your hand. "Oh! Is that-"

Suddenly, you're hearing Paimon calling out for your name, finding your spot in a dense area of trees.

"We've been looking all over for the dango milk but we can't find it! What about you two? Any success from your search?"

Aether glances at you then moves to Kazuha who's slowly standing from his spot in narrowed eyes as if he knows exactly what you were doing. Kazuha is nonchalantly dusting off whatever dirt that might be clinging to his clothes and shoot the two a soft smile.

You cough against your fist to hide your blush and straighten out your clothes as discreetly as you can from the gazes of the two.

One thing is only certain from what Aether could see, Kazuha is definitely on a different kind of search.

[kunikzhs]

in the safety of your arms, he can exist.

wanderer x reader

summary: when the past comes to haunt him in his sleep and he wakes up in a panic, there's an unspoken agreement that you leave him be and never speak of it moving forward. however, he can only pretend for so long.

genre: angst/comfort, fluff warnings: descriptive nightmare word count: 1,347

a/n: i'm back with more fluff ╰ (´꒳`) ╯ this one's kinda dark, not sure if nightmares should be a warning but figured i'd add it just in case. enjoy!

every now and then when he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep, it feels like he’s there again. surrounded by raging flames in the middle of a small burning house with danger closing in and despair bubbling under his skin, forced to face a reality he never wanted to be a part of. 

those words that had once given him another sliver of hope,

“but what if… hearts can be born from ashes?”

faded away in a storm of ash and soot, fueled by the bitter flames of deception. 

why him?

what did he do to deserve this?

why won’t anyone just stay with him?

he drops to his knees with a wretched sob, vision swimming with tears that fall from his eyes with practiced ease. in the distance the sounds of familiar voices grow louder as they approach, cackling and chanting while the puppet digs his nails into the ground. 

he can pick out every individual voice, can practically see their faces as they antagonize him from every direction. the one who abandoned him, the one who feared him, the one who lied to him, the one who tricked him. they all smile and laugh as their detached heads dance around him in a maddening show of victory, as if they’re celebrating the way he curls up and frantically covers his ears. 

let me out.

they inch closer, he can feel their breath against his skin every time they open their mouths. 

let me out let me out let me out.

the one who tricked him suddenly grows a twisted, clawed arm that starts reaching towards him, hand outstretched aiming right for his chest. 

LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT-

he jolts awake and lurches forward with a gasp, arms immediately wrapping around himself as he quivers in fear and waits for the hand to grab him. 

one. 

two. 

three seconds pass before he realizes the voices are gone, the roaring sound of flames replaced by a dead silent room accompanied only by the sound of soft breathing somewhere next to him. 

he slowly lifts his head to peer over his shoulder and ends up meeting your eyes from where you were sat scribbling away into a journal before he suddenly sat up. you acknowledge each other, and there’s poorly hidden concern all over your face, but no words are spoken and you shortly go back to what you were doing before, the way he demanded you to the first time this happened. it was just a senseless nightmare, he doesn’t want nor need your worry or pity. 

he tries focusing his attention on objects around the room, willing his limbs to stop shaking so hard he can barely keep a grip on himself, but that feeling won’t go away. he can still feel multiple pairs of eyes staring through him, hear whispers of their elated mockery in the air. but no matter how hard he tries, minutes pass by and a lump starts forming in his throat with each ticking second. 

he can tell you’ve noticed this when he hears the sound of your quill against the paper slow to a stop, knows you’re looking in his direction, but he keeps his head tucked down into his knees and bites his tongue against the way he’s about to fall apart at the seams. 

“hey,” you call out softly. the sound of your voice rings clearly in the silence and tears immediately start gathering in his eyes at your gentle tone. 

on the other side of the room, you’re fidgeting with the pen in your hand and trying to carefully select your next choice of words as to not worsen the situation. he looks so lonely, so afraid all curled in on himself while using every last bit of his willpower to keep it together, and you are so, so tired of seeing him suffer. 

“are you…okay?”

three words, and the dam breaks. when he slowly lifts his head to face you there are tears streaming freely down his cheeks in fat droplets and a remorseful look on his face. not towards you, but towards his own weakness and the way he failed to keep it under control over nothing more than a measly nightmare. 

your eyes soften immediately at the sight and you’re up from your seat in an instant, silently crossing the room while the wanderer glares at you through his blurry vision. he tenses up as you hesitantly sit next to him with your hands clutched tightly together in your lap, wanting so badly to help but not wanting to cross a boundary while he’s in such a vulnerable state. 

you both stare at each other silently for a few seconds before you finally speak up, voice coming out as an unsure whisper. “do you wanna talk about it?”

he bites his lip and shakes his head, a movement so slight you only managed to catch it because of the moonlight peeking in through the window behind him, and nod your head wordlessly in response. he’s still shaking, you can feel it under the shabby mattress you’ve been calling a bed, and your hands start reaching towards him before you can even register the decision to do so. 

you only managed to lift them a few inches before there’s a sharp intake of breath and he curls in on himself impossibly tighter, seeing a flash of the jagged hand that had been reaching out to grab him before he had woken up. you freeze and quickly bring them back to your lap as guilt rushes through you. “sorry! i’m sorry, i-“

you cut off your apology when he says something, so quiet and muffled that you can’t catch a single bit of it. 

“what?” you whisper softly, meeting his eyes again as he slightly unfurls from himself. 

“please,” he repeats himself louder this time. there’s a heart wrenchingly desperate sort of look in his gaze has you instantly forgetting all of your previous awkwardness as you lift your hands again and hook them around his body to pull him into your embrace. he looks furious, uncomfortable, and anxious all at once, but in the end the grief he’s remembering so vividly overpowers everything else and he lets you tuck his head into your neck with a defeated sob. 

his arms finally unwrap themselves from around his knees and he immediately clutches onto your shirt for dear life as you hold him. he really is trembling like a leaf, body so tightly wound that he feels almost entirely solid against you. on instinct you start absentmindedly running a hand through his hair in a comforting manner as his tears dampen your shirt, yet he makes not a single sound as he cries silently in your arms. 

“shhhh,” you whisper gently, tightening your hold on him a fraction as the situation starts to catch up with you and you feel tears start to prick your own eyes. “you’re okay, it’s okay. everything is fine.”

with the rhythmic feeling of your fingers against his scalp and your steady heartbeat to fill the silence of his racing mind, his shaking eventually slows to a stop and his tears finally run dry as you continue to hold him and coo soft reassurances every now and then until your eyes are starting to slip closed with fatigue. 

he knows he should be embarrassed, ashamed, angry, and so many other things, but in the safety of your arms he can’t bring himself to fight the lull of your steady presence, so instead he mutters a weak and exhausted, “don’t leave me.” into your shirt. he didn’t intend for you to hear but, of course, you did, and like it’s the most obvious and casual thing ever respond with an equally as quiet, “okay.”

this time, when his eyes slip shut and he falls into unconsciousness again, the past leaves him alone. in the safety of your arms, nothing tries to haunt him. nothing holds him back. 

in the safety of your arms, he can exist. 

[kunikzhs]

movie date. / hayakawa aki x gn!reader, fluff, first kiss, lots of hand holding, going to the movies with aki. word count: 2.5k

You didn't think this was a scary movie. 

A first date at the movies is a bit cliché, but your friend offered you some tickets when their plans got canceled, and after they wouldn't stop prodding you to ask Aki to go, you ended up caving. He agreed, saying, Seems like fun, and that was that. You got your popcorn (Aki insisted on paying for it, encouraging you to get whatever size you wanted), you sat down in the theater, and —

Yeah, you should have checked what the movie was about before you agreed to this. You knew it just came out, and you knew was super popular right now, but that's as far as your knowledge went. Your friend is into horror movies, who knew. You, on the other hand, are definitely, definitely not.

And now, you're squirming in your seat, trying not to scream when the main lead starts walking into that big creepy house you know she shouldn't be walking in, all because you didn't bother to watch a single trailer for this damn movie. It's only been ten minutes, maybe fifteen, and your heart is already pounding, your hands are already shaking, and you're gripping the arms of your seat for dear life. 

Maybe you should just sneak away and hide out in the bathroom — No, that'd be way too rude, wouldn't it? You can't just leave, you're supposed to be on a date. You've got to tough this out. It's a movie, that's all it is. You can do it, you can do it… 

"Are you scared?" 

The sound of Aki's voice makes you jump, and you quickly tear your attention away from the screen, turning towards him to see he's already staring at you. When did he notice, how long has he been watching? 

Aki leans in just a bit closer, and he speaks a little quieter this time, a little gentler: "Do you not like scary movies?" 

You reply awkwardly, "Uhm, I… Not really. Sorry." 

"Do you wanna leave?" 

You're a bit surprised, and you hesitate for a second, considering it. In the end, you shake your head. "No, no. I'll be okay." 

Aki's eyes scan your face. His lips purse into a thin, troubled line. There's a tinge of worry in his gaze before he finally leans back, turning to watch the movie again. 

You'll be fine, you'll be fine. There's no need to leave, you can get through this. It's just a stupid movie. So stupid, so predictable, that you know exactly what's going to happen — And yet, you're still on the edge of your seat, still trying your hardest to breathe, and when there's another scare, you're still jumping halfway out of your seat. 

Instantly, you feel Aki tap your leg slightly with his finger — A warning that he's going to talk, and he leans in close to your ear to quietly ask, "You okay? Are you sure you don't wanna leave?" 

"Mhmm, mhmm." You nod, but you're covering your eyes with your hand as the movie continues, you're staring down at your feet and trying not to watch, willing yourself to just get through this. 

Aki stalls for a moment. He glances between you, then back to the movie screen (the screen is flashing bright red and orange, another scare scene playing out), then back to you again. Slowly, carefully, he reaches for where your hand is still tightly clenched on the arm of your chair. His palm brushes over your knuckles, and he rests his large hand on top of yours. 

You feel a tinge of embarrassment, your heart starts to pound with something other than fear, something warm, but you don't have much time to comment on it; you twist your hand, allowing Aki to lace his fingers with yours, and when the speakers blare another unnecessarily loud noise, you're instinctively gripping onto his hand tightly. 

Aki gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, and he gently rubs your knuckles with his thumb. His voice is no more than a quiet, comforting whisper. 

This scene is almost over. Tell me if you want to leave. 

Thankfully, you're able to get through the rest of that scene; it was almost over by that point, just as Aki said it was. You only open your eyes when you hear his voice in your ear, and when he gives your hand another careful squeeze. 

It's done. You can open your eyes if you want. 

Then, you're able to get through the next scene, and the one after that, and the one after that. The movie isn't all jumpscares, and once you're able to relax a little, Aki's hand in yours keeping you calm, you're able to pay attention to the plot, and it's actually sort of interesting. It's definitely something you'd enjoy, if it wasn't a horror flick. 

You're starting to enjoy yourself, you're beginning to lean back more in your seat. Aki never lets go of your hand, and he leans over to keep himself close to you, so close you can hear the sound of his breathing: in and out, deeply and languidly, like a comforting melody. 

I think this next part is going to be scary. Do you want to look away? 

The next scene is another tension-filled one; your heart is beginning to pound again, you feel that familiar prickle of anxiety and anticipation coiling in your chest. The movie goes quiet, too quiet, and then there's another loud bang — Before you can stop yourself, you're grabbing onto Aki's arm, you're tightly gripping his sleeve. And when it escalates into a super scary chase segment, you're pressing your face into his shoulder, clinging onto him as if he'll protect you. 

"You're alright," Aki mutters, and with his free hand, he presses his palm solidly to your back, gently rubbing in circles. "Just hold onto me. I think the movie's almost over." 

Eventually, the scene runs its course, and the movie comes to an end shortly after that. You've still got Aki's hand in yours when the credits start to roll, and when you finally turn to look up at him, Aki is already looking at you, tilting his head as if he's asking, Should we go now? 

You stand up, then, tearing your hand away from his, grabbing your jacket and your things while Aki takes the popcorn bucket. Aki places his hand on your shoulder to guide you as you make your way down the dark aisle, then out of the theater, and into the reception area. 

It's gotten rather late, so it's mostly empty, with only a couple people in line and some kids playing on arcade machines. Through the large entrance windows, you can see how dark it's grown outside. When you came in, the sun was shining, but now it's nearly pitch-black, nothing but street lamps illuminating the parking lot. 

"You hardly ate your popcorn." Aki ascertains while you walk, peering into the popcorn bucket. 

"Oh, sorry. I forgot about it." 

"It's fine. Here," Aki holds the popcorn bucket out towards you, giving it a half-hearted shake. "Just take it home with you. C'mon, I'll walk you out." 

Aki holds the door open for you as you exit the movie theater. The night air is a bit chilly, sharp each time you breathe in, cold air settling on the back of your neck and the tip of your nose. The sky is cloudy, but little dots of stars still shine through. 

When you go to cross the sidewalk, Aki places his arm out in front of you to stop you from walking when a stray car speeds by. And when you're leading him to your car, you're not sure what you were thinking — Maybe you wanted to lead him better, maybe you didn't want to lose him, but you end up grabbing his hand. 

It's warm; his hand in yours feels familiar, safe. You were beginning to miss how this felt. 

You break the silence when the two of you approach your car. You take your hand away from Aki's, digging in your bag to find your keys, and Aki zips up his jacket, then adjusts his scarf around his neck. 

"Uhm, thanks for…" You find them, and your car beeps when you click the button. "Thanks for coming out tonight." 

"No need to thank me," Aki replies, cold air wisping around his mouth as he talks, "What'd you think of the movie?" 

"It was kind of good, surprisingly." You open the car's rear door, placing your bucket of popcorn in the backseat. "When I was paying attention, I liked it. I just wish it wasn't so scary. I thought the visuals were pretty good." 

"Huh? The visuals?" There's a tinge of surprise in Aki's voice, but he quickly shakes his head and corrects himself: "Oh, yeah. You're right." 

Yeah, the visuals. To be honest, Aki wasn't paying attention to them. He hardly watched the movie at all. The entire time, he was staring at you. 

He was watching to make sure you were okay, he was observing the little changes in your facial expressions. He was doting on the cute way you close your eyes or scrunch up your nose when there's a scene you don't like, or the way you stare intently at something interesting, or the way you cling to him when the movie's getting tense — You're perfect. Just staring at you like that, your hand in his, was enough to give him butterflies. 

God, he's not about to say that though. It's your first date, and he's already head over heels. What's gotten into him? 

You turn back to Aki once you've closed your car door, meeting his eyes and slipping your hands into the pockets of your jacket. "I hope I didn't ruin the movie." 

"Of course not. You didn't. I enjoyed it." Aki looks down at his sneakers for a moment, then glances back up, a ghost of a smile forming on his face. "I'm glad you invited me. I'd like to go on another date soon — I mean, if you want to." 

"I'm-" You're flustered for a second, but you stand up straight and nod, clearing your throat before you answer, "Yeah, yeah. I'd like that a lot, actually. I'll let you know next time I'm free." 

With that, you turn to leave. You're reaching for the car door, wrapping your hand around the cold handle, but you freeze when Aki suddenly shouts, "Hey, wait." 

So, you turn back around, and you see Aki awkwardly shuffling, his hands balled up and shoved in his pockets. Even in the dim light, you can see the embarrassment on his face, the unsureness in his eyes, the way his cheeks are tinged a slight shade of rosy pink. Finally, he steadies himself with an exhale of breath, looking up and meeting your eyes. 

"I'm sorry, I hope it's okay if I ask you this, I just… I…" He sounds flustered; he averts his eyes for a second, he rubs the back of his neck with his palm. 

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" 

You stiffen up for a second. Trying to hide your embarrassment, you swiftly reply, "Oh, yeah. Of course." 

Aki hesitates for a few seconds longer. Then, he takes a couple shaky steps forwards, closing the distance between you and him. The light from the street lamp above casts shadows over his face, and his hand comes up to delicately hold your jaw, his palm cold, his fingers trembling ever-so slightly. 

You meet his eyes, and you watch as his gaze shifts from your own, down to your lips, and back up again. And then, finally, with his hand on your cheek pulling you closer, he tilts his head and leans in; your eyes flutter shut, your chest tightens, your stomach flips, and you feel his lips press softly to yours. 

Aki's lips are warm, a little bit chapped; he gives you a quick, chaste kiss, pulling away almost as soon as he leaned in. He meets your eyes when they flutter open, before he sheepishly looks away. 

It looks like there's something he's thinking about, something he wants to say to you, but you don't give him any time to say it — You fist the collar of his hoodie and pull him in for more. You're not going to let that be you and Aki's first kiss.

You hear him make a surprised sort of noise, but he doesn't protest; Aki's palms come to settle on your sides, and he kisses you back deeper, for longer. You grab the back of his jacket, feeling the smooth fabric beneath your fingers. Your lips lock again, then again, as Aki kisses you over and over, each one effortlessly tender. 

Your whole body feels warm, despite the cold chill in the air. Your spine feels tingly, and as your palms travel around to his chest, Aki's hands end up reaching for yours. You find your hands connecting, your fingers intertwining, until you're holding his hands just as tightly as before, and Aki is drawing shapes into your skin with his thumbs through each and every kiss. 

When you finally pull apart once more — Fully, instead of breaking away just to lean in and steal one more — There's heat between you, there's warmth where your breath mixes with his. 

Aki is breathing hard, his eyelids heavy, his gaze deep and filled with adoration. His face is painted bright pink, all the way to the tips of his pierced ears. You catch the way his expression softens, a little smile on his face, before he gives a half-hearted laugh and buries his face in your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a tight hug. 

"Sorry," He mumbles, holding you close, his voice hardly audible as he speaks into your coat, "I didn't mean to keep you out here in the cold." 

You can't help but giggle, and you return his embrace. "No, no, it's okay. I'm not that cold, really." 

Aki holds you for a bit longer. When he steps back, there's a big, stupid grin on his face, and he sounds a little giddy when he talks; it's a look you've never seen out of him, not once since you've known him. It makes your heart pound, it makes you feel like kissing him again, even though you know you should get going. You'll have to remember to kiss him more the next time you see him. 

"I'll, uhm, I'll let you go now." Aki shoves his hands back in his pockets, and as he talks, he's breathing harder, so more cold air wisps out from his mouth with each word: "Call me if you want to go out again, I'm not busy on the weekends. I can pick you up next time, if that's easier. And if you forget my number, I'll… uh…" 

"I won't forget it," You interrupt with a laugh. "I have it saved, stupid." 

"Oh, yeah. Yeah. That… makes sense. So you'll call me, right?" 

"Mhmm. We can go to the movies again if you want." You turn to open your car door, giving Aki one last glance. "But no scary movies." 

And Aki gives you one last smile. "Yeah. No scary movies."  

dedicated to my love @f1gments 🤲💓

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Hi! May i request headcannons about Kazuha with a quiet but clingy s/o? Like theyre usually in the background being a wallflower but when kazuha steps in the room s/o just clings to him, ofcourse reader gives him space and stuff but they will attach themselves to him whenever given the go ahead <3 Take your time!! Your health and life comes first before these reqs!

Clingy Reader headcanons

Kazuha doesn't have a problem with his S/O being clingy at all. He finds it cute.

He expects that the moment he sees them, they will be right by his side.

Always holding your hand if you're not clinging to him one way or another. It has become a comfort for him as well.

He immediately shuts down anyone who tries to comment about you being clingy.

He tries to help bring you out of your shell and be less of a wallflower, but he never forces you into something you don't want to do.

When the two of you are alone, it's cuddle central. He's always holding you, whispering sweet I love yous.

Sometimes he will pull you into his lap if you are in a relaxed environment with his arms around you to keep you close.

He sometimes teases you about how much you want his affection, but it's all in good fun.

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ONCE AGAIN, I AM AWARE HALF OF THEM ARE FLAT.

featuring. alhaitham, scaramouche/wanderer, kaveh, dottore, xiao

author drivel. look at me go, i finally made the 2nd part after what.. 4/5 months? (typical me behaviour ngl). reason it's so belated is cuz the app i make these things in got messed up and the pfps all disappeared and for a long time i couldn’t be asked to fix it lmao🗿

contents. lots of crack, not nsfw, but it can get pretty suggestive lmao

✤ 𝐭𝐱𝐭 𝐫𝐱𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝟐

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨

al haitham

I'M FUCKING FINALLY NOT LYING THROUGH MY TEETH WHEN I WRITE THIS SHIT LETS GO

scaramouche

this man(let) is like a victorian man when it comes to anything more than sitting next to each other and you can’t convince me otherwise.

kaveh

to explain the nickname: kaveh -> sounds like coffee -> coffee beans

dottore

the dottores "own(ed)" one phone between the bunch of them, despite it originally being omega's. y/n is just kinda like the communal s/o in a way. also, omega will use ~ over my dead body.

xiao

the image used there is some beta art of xiao where he's got a vacuumed seal shirt for some reason (even more so than normal)

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mistletoe mishaps | scaramouche x reader

day three. mistletoe ft. scara

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you chase around your boyfriend with mistletoe, much to his secret content. 

a/n: me?? being on time?? more likely than you think. 

tags: light angst. 

scaramouche had always been a bit of a grump when it came to the wintertime. it was gloomy and cold and dark and the perfect time to stay inside and do absolutely nothing, but you had the absolute audacity to be the opposite.

you were always insistent on decorating the house with bright lights, covering the bannister with red ribbon, and playing the ridiculously happy music for this time of year. you had always encouraged him to embrace the warmth of companionship at this time of year, but he stubbornly refused.

you were patient with him, an aspect he was secretly grateful for. over the course of your first few years of dating, you had never once given up on him. whether it was convincing him to get out of the house for some ice skating or dragging him to volunteer at the local children’s hospital, you were adamant that he have a little bit of fun.

and apparently, today, that meant chasing him around with mistletoe.

“i know you wanna kiss me!” you hollered as you slid on the hardwood floor in your socks. teasingly, you held a branch of mistletoe in front of you, waving it in front of your boyfriend.

“screw off! quit chasing me around with that thing!” scaramouche yelled back, scarmbling around the dining room table to avoid you. thinking he had a moment of reprieve, he let out of a soft sigh. to his surprise and to your delight, you jumped on top of the table and scrambled closer to him. he shrieked, quickly escaping to the next room.

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༄ anemo boys voicelines about you! 𖧷

☁︎ written as of version 3.3

characters: kazuha, heizou, xiao, venti + (scaramouche + wanderer)

disclaimer: some of them might have been hinted and/or written romantically, but it can be read as platonic as well.

warnings: use of (y/n) (your name) and (n/n) (nick name). reader/(y/n) is implied to live in liyue (kazuha's one). for scaramouche's one i decided to put 2 voicelines: one for the petty scara and one for the teapot wanderer bc they're literally 2 personalities + wanderer might be a little ooc because i don't really know his nice personality

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kazuha

"oh, you want to know about my relationship with (y/n)? well, i dare say that we are close ─ at least that's what i'd like to think. most of the time they would wait for me to arrive back at liyue right at the docks, waving their hands high up in the air, making sure that i would see them. other times they would accompany me on the crux, gazing upon the ripples in the water, and allerting me for any hindrances up ahead. when they have trouble sleeping during the night, i like to blow the leaf for them, hoping that it could help them calm down. they usually fall asleep after that, so i'm happy that─ ...a-ah? why are you laughing..? did i say something funny..?"

heizou

"hm? (y/n)? oh, you mean (n/n)! of course i know them! ...well, everyone does, actually. you'd be missing out if you didn't. they're one of the reasons why there aren't as many papers on my floor as you'd think i'd have, given how many cases i've been taking up recently. (n/n) would always come by once in a while to check up on me and make sure i'm doing alright. to be honest, hearing their footsteps approaching every time is more than enough to make my mood light up! ...heh, i should invite them to crack a case with me some time, then maybe i won't need to clean so many coffee-stained-cups in the morning..."

xiao

"...you speak of (y/n)? ...yes, i know them. ...i am quite fond of them, actually. they've called my name many times for useless and... unspeakable things, but they are more tolerable than most mortals. occasionally, they would call my name and greet me by the balcony with a plate full of almond tofu in their hands and a joyous look on their face. it is a nuisance, but the almond tofu is always surprisingly nice, so i forgive them. when they do call my name for a serious reason, it is to fight but a mere hilichurl. tch. (y/n) is weak. very weak. so as a yaksha, it is my duty to protect them. ...what? why are you looking at me like that?"

venti

"ohoho~ did i hear the name (y/n)?~ ah, it sure brings me joy whenever they do come by mondstadt, i never need to keep my wine taxes waiting! a-ah, but of course that's not the only reason i'm happy to see them..! whenever i- ahem... 𝘸𝘦 are not going for a drink, i like to teach them how to play the lyre ─ they catch on pretty fast! sometimes, they would play the lyre and i would sing to them, and as a reward for that, i take them to the tavern and invite them for a glass of wine! ...(y/n) usually pays for it though. *sigh.* one day, i want to actually treat them. b-but not today though! i don't have enough yet..."

scaramouche

"...(y/n)? what do you want to know about (y/n)? and anyway, if you're asking to know about them, then go ask them, not me. ...w-what? you want to know what i think of them? hh-hah! how would knowing what i think of them benefit you? go dig your nose up somewhere else where it doesn't involve me, or (y/n). ...what? i-i'm not embarrassed?! w-why in the world would i be embarrassed?! ..me having feelings for (y/n)? hah! you should be ashamed of yourself for asking such a question to me! you should be on your knees asking for mercy and forgiveness!"

wanderer

"...(y/n)? if you want to know more about them, then i suggest you ask (y/n) themselves, i don't want to give the wrong information about them to you, or to anyone. plus, maybe some things i know about them are private and i don't know about it, and i could accidentally share it with you. ..oh but i'm not saying that i don't trust you, but it's privacy, isn't it? ...oh, you want to know what i think of them. why didn't you say so earlier... ahem, their company is... comfortable. the only thing that i hate about them is how much i don't hate their company. they won't be here forever, so i cannot grow too attached to them, but no matter how hard i try to stray away from them... *sigh.* i just can't help but keep them beside me.

[kunikzhs]

Not sure if this is where you’re supposed to submit the request thing for the anniversary event but..

Can you do BLLK Rin x gn! Reader or Bachira x gn! Reader with prompt 4?

If you do the Rin one then it’ll be the reader who almost died and if you do Bachira’s instead of Rin then it’ll be Bachira who almost died

Thank you and goodbye <3

Don’t worry, you submitted in the right place! No need to thank me at all, take care <3

#4: “You almost died and you’re making jokes?”

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Rin was busy attending his daily practice as you dropped by to look over him. He always worked so hard and you were scared he would push his limits if no one was keeping an eye on him. You also always bring a meal for him so he can get some energy after the tiring practice. He seems to be practicing just fine so you decided to entertain yourself with your phone.

Distracted by your phone you weren’t aware of your surroundings. Suddenly you hear Rin yelling out towards you, “Y/N, look out!” By the time you looked up from your phone you were met with a ball that was flying at top speed straight to your face, then all the scenery around you faded to black.

Time passes as you slowly open your eyes, adjusting them to the sudden bright lights. You looked up and saw that Rin was staring down at you. You were perplexed as to what was going on and where you were. “Is this heaven?” You questioned as you reached a hand out to touch Rin’s face. “Am I seeing an angel?” He holds your hand that rested on his cheek. “I am so sorry, I hit the ball a bit hard and it rebounded and flew towards your direction.”

“I literally can’t even feel my face omg wait-“ You started singing The Weeknd’s song, “🎶I can’t feel my face when I’m with you, but I love it🎶” Rin looked at you bewildered, wondering if you had lost it from how hard he hit you. “You almost died and you’re making jokes?” “Well I gotta cope with the pain somehow.” Rin didn’t question you furthermore as he felt guilty that he was the one responsible for the pain inflicted upon you and he just let you rest your head on his lap.

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blue lock boys : things they do in a relationship ( part one )

♡ : reo mikage, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi

REO MIKAGE knows the sidewalk rule, albeit he does it unconsciously it's adorable and fluttering all the same. every time the both of you go out for a walk and nearing a street, he'd hold you by the waist before steering you on the opposite side of the road before letting his arm stay over your shoulders. the look of astonishment you would shoot him is not missed by reo’s eyes, instead this will prompt him to give you a cheeky smile before pulling you even closer by your shoulders.

“are you good?” he would ask, planting a kiss on your temple.

you smile in return, nodding your head yes before leaning your head on the plane of his broad shoulders. “never better.”

there is just something comforting every time ITOSHI RIN would wrap a blanket around your figure. maybe it's because of the soft look in his eyes that's only ever present and reserved for you, or the way his enclosed arms would linger a little longer around you. often times he would also lay his head on your shoulders, kissing the soft skin of your neck as you wrap an arm around his waist and the other one being laid down on his head.

“what’s wrong rin?” you ask him, caressing his hair as you feel him softly exhale a breath on the curve of your neck.

“nothing,” he raise his head to look at you and you are once again taken back by the soft look that's being projected in his teal eyes. “’m just happy... very happy.”

NAGI SEISHIRO loves his sleep, it's a fact that's well-known by everyone. especially by you because sometimes, instead of going out for dates at a free day, the both of you would rather spend it in the warm confines of your shared room to sleep or cuddle. you don't have anything against it, not especially because of how comfortable it is cuddling and sleeping with sei even with his large frame that easily dwarfed you.

“you’re so warm ’n comfortable,” nagi mutters, burying his face in your chest.

you rub his back, invoking a hum of contentment to leave his mouth. “’m so lucky to have you...”

heat would creep in your neck at everything that ISAGI YOICHI does. it would be through something as simple as a glance, a smile or even a tiny bit of his attention being spared on you that can make you feel the rush of blood in your veins, but there is just something different in the way that he acts almost automatically as a way of protecting you.

there is a palm covering the edge of the table as you rose from kneeling on the floor, the fallen fork in between your fingers but the owner of the hand is still occupied with answering the on-going phonecall from his management.

“yeah... i’ll be right there in two hours.” he only finally retrieves his hand when you're finally seated beside him, all the while still focused on the transpiring conversation.

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cooking wanderer's signature dish for him

wanderer x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 988

a/n: short one today! not feeling too good about this but just wanted to push something out and this was buzzing around in my head so i figured i'd write it out real quick. btw i'm doing requests now! check pinned for more details (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。

he’s absolutely unconvinced you can make anything without ruining it. 

a few mishaps in the kitchen was all it took for him to take over the stove and only let you help with preparation when you won’t stop pestering him about it. 

doesn’t even hesitate to grab things out of your hands and move them across the counter when you try helping. will also step in front of you to push you away from the counter which drives you crazy. 

he actually genuinely enjoys cooking for you, but equally enjoys pretending it’s because you’re a safety hazard and watching you get angry about it. nothing beats lighthearted bickering with you. 

given your dislike for cooking in the first place it all works out for the most part, but after seeing him make a simple meal from leftover rice and tea one night, you wanted to try finding quick and easy foods to throw together. 

this specific dish of his had been on your mind ever since he first made it for you, yes because it was delightful, but also because it was clearly one of his favorites and you couldn’t help but want to try your hand at it for him. 

fortunately, once a week, he and nahida meet up to discuss things so it’s not long before the perfect opportunity presents itself. 

“do you need something?”

you shake your head no from where you’re peering over his shoulder with rapt attention, watching the way he skillfully puts together some sort of inazuman dish you haven’t seen before. the wanderer’s hands move across the cutting board like they’ve done it a million times, which they probably have, and it’s near fascinating to watch. 

“just looking.” you respond absentmindedly. your breath tickles the back of his neck, and for a split second he almost fumbles with the knife and heaves a deep sigh like you’re being a nuisance, but at the same time steps to the side so you have more room to see him neatly chop up some herbs that seem to be one of the final touches. when he’s done, he scoops the small pieces into his hand before sprinkling them over the rice and tea filled bowl sitting off to the side of the counter and topping it off with a pickled plum. 

“there.” he boasts proudly, presenting the bowl with a grin. “shimi chazuke.”

“it looks good.” you say honestly, bringing the dish to your mouth and taking a sip, and then, “it tastes good!”

your eyes are bright and earnest when you meet his and he clicks his tongue to distract himself from the way your words make his chest flutter. “don’t act so surprised, of course it does.”

as always, you immediately play along with his attitude and set your lips in a grim line. “i lied, it’s awful. never make this again.” 

when you set the bowl down and start to walk away he sputters and starts briskly walking after you, grumbling lighthearted curses and calling you a terrible liar along the way. 

ever since that day, he’s made that same shimi chazuke a handful of other times and the urge to try to make it yourself and surprise him has been strong. now, with nothing but determination on your mind, you’re ready to put your observation skills to work and perfectly replicate his cooking before he comes back from his weekly meeting with nahida. 

as carefully and precisely as you can, you go through the same preparation process you’ve seen so many times and slowly but surely a deliciously smelling bowl of shimi chazuke is nearly done. 

it’s right when you’re adding the toppings that he returns and soundlessly walks inside and stops behind you with a frown. you know he’s there but wait until you’ve finished sprinkling the herbs on top before glancing over your shoulder to see him standing with his arms crossed watching you. 

“you made a huge mess.” he comments in a bland tone, eyeing the dirty dishes and spilled tea on the counter. 

“welcome back.” you completely ignore what he said and hand him the bowl, which he takes cautiously and holds out in front of him like it might explode. despite this, there’s a softness to his expression at coming home to find you making one of his favorite foods, so he wastes no time in lifting it up and thoughtfully taking a sip. 

you stand in front of him nearly vibrating with anticipation, and like the insufferable punk he is, keeps his words to himself while he also grabs a pair of chopsticks to take a bite of the rice and check the texture. you stare intently at the way his jaw flexes as he chews, and when you cross your arms in front of yourself with an impatient huff he finally turns to look at you. 

“not bad. looks like you can be good at things after all.” 

contrary to what he says, the gentle hand that comes to rest on top of your head and the appreciative smile on his face have butterflies erupting in your stomach and a matching grin to accompany his own breaks out across your cheeks. 

“clearly you should let me help out in the kitchen more often then.” you muse smugly, to which he retracts his hand like you burned it and turns away with a scoff. 

“in your dreams.” 

“fine, then i guess you wouldn’t mind if i finish this for you?” before you can even bring the bowl from the table to your lips he reaches over and carefully snatches it from you so none of it spills over. 

“that won’t be necessary,” he says sharply, pouting slightly as you softly laugh. you both share a knowing look as he holds the steaming bowl to his chest, one that brings soft color to his cheeks in a way only you can manage. 

“and… thank you.”

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thinking fluffy thoughts about scaramouche.

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ᄒ ˳ ׄ 🫐 ׄ ࣭  𖧚̫ HELLO? MY BOYFRIEND IS SO PRETTY! 🫂 scara nation, wake up! ﹗ ˳ ֹ ✩

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