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when i wanna add titles and desc’s to all my works but there’s already sm of them…

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killin’ it girl ‧₊˚✩彡

idol!gojo x background dancer!reader

“okay okay! from the top!”

satoru gojo claps his hands excitedly, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. you listen as his newest song plays on the speaker. you don’t know how many times it’s been repeated in the practice room, but your muscle memory kicks in as soon as the note hits.

“you’re not getting tired, are ya?” he asks in front of you, mimicking a mic in his hand as you follow his steps behind. you chuckle, continuing the routine with a little more spunk.

there’s a certain move in the choreo that makes your head spin and nerves shoot through your body. you start to shiver knowing that part’s coming soon.

in sync with gojo, you turn and roll your bodies until they’re mere inches away. he bends his knees as if he’s kneeling before you, eyes locked on yours as his hand wraps around your waist, your nail dragging under his chin. as he slowly rises, he smirks, blushes even, but you know it’s just part of the choreography, he’s just playing that “seductive” vibe.

… right?

as that move ends, you playfully push him away by his chest, warm hand feeling how drenched he is underneath his shirt. suddenly, he jogs over to a computer, the song abruptly stopping. you panic a little, thinking you messed up as he walks over to you, panting with his hands on his hips. he stops right in front of you, warm breaths mixing in the cool air.

“you can come closer to me, y’know,” he mutters. it’s not criticism or feedback — it’s an invitation. you nod your head and hum, looking down to avoid his blue eyes staring down into you.

“and…” he places your hands on your hips, warm and firm. “you’re too stiff. y’got a nice body — show it off a little,” he smiles before heading back to the computer.

‘he’s just giving advice. feedback. pointers. gojo? flirting?? with me?!? ha! yeah, as if,’ you think to yourself, heart beating rapidly.

“gonna do that part again! i’ll count you in!” he calls, pressing play before jogging to his place. the music starts again, is it the chorus? too many thoughts rush through you after what just happened.

“5, 6, 7, 8!”

you turn, bodies in sync. as he kneels, he places his hands on your hips instead of one around your waist. he presses, guiding your hips to sway them at a slow, painful pace.

“there ya go…” he smirks in awe, knowing full well what he’s doing. you scoff, rolling your eyes as his stay glued to your body.

as he’s coming up, you take his word from earlier and go closer to him. now that he’s standing, the space between you is practically gone — his knee is in between your legs, your chest flush against his, and your noses barely brush each others.

his head is a ways above yours, but he still looks into your eyes. as you slowly drag your finger under his chin, he feels shivers through his spine, his grip on you only tightening.

you both stop, warm breath ticking your cheek. gojo’s eyes dart from your eyes to your plump lips, white lashes batting as your finger stays just under his chin. you study the way his chest rises with each breath, collarbone glistening with sweat. he doesn’t care that the song is still playing, nor if someone walks in — right now, time’s stopped and you’re all that matters.

the song ends after a couple seconds, but you’re still flush against him. silence fills the room, waking you up from your trance. you both panic, complete messes as you stumble off each other.

“was that good?” you ask, clearing your throat to cover up your embarrassment.

“much better, you’d own the stage with that,” he chuckles, leaning and bending forward so his eye level meets yours, lips inches from your own, a silent request in his actions. “although…”

“when it’s just us practicing? don’t be afraid to come eeeven closer, baby.”

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ichigo kurosaki has… a habit.

after everything’s settled down after a battle, he looks at you longer than usual. you feel him burn holes through the back of your head, your spine tingling as you’re constantly on edge.

as you take your seat, everyone crowds around you to gawk and question.

“what’s with all the bandaging?”

“did you get hurt?”

“is everything okay?”

you give them the standard, minimal answers with a smile. but, ichigo knows all too well.

while everyone walks out of the classroom, it’s just you and ichigo as you pack up your things. he makes his way to you, footsteps heavy with burden.

“you okay, ichi?”

he stands in front of you, eyes wandering as he studies you. he takes your hand in his, bringing it closer to him to have a better look. he notices the repeated wrap of the bandaging, rubbing his thumb over its texture.

“i feel bad,” he mutters, pressing his lips to your wrapped fingers. the pain and ache from your hand seemed to melt away just by that mere kiss.

“you got hurt… i wasn’t protecting you.” he winces at his own words, head leaning forward to seemingly rest on your shoulder. instead, his lips meet it, warm and soft against your uniform. despite it being covered, he knew exactly where your other injury was and placed a kiss there as a genuine apology. you felt weak in the knees, heart pounding in your chest.

“i’m okay, ichi,” you console him, wrapping your arms around his neck and tracing patterns on his back. you sigh, heart fluttering at his bad habit, at how stupid he is. he’s probably more hurt than you are, but he’s here sulking at your own injuries. “still here, aren’t i?”

he looks up at you, amber eyes shaking as he searches your own. he straightens his posture before wrapping his arms around you. one hand holds the back of your head, breathing you in after holding his breath for so long. you hold him closer, tighter, doing everything you can to reassure him. after a bit, he pulls away, smiling at you as you return it.

“such a crybaby. i can protect myself, y’know. don’t need to call me weak,” you joke, playfully pressing a soft fist to his jaw and pushing his head back. he chuckles, adam’s apple bobbing.

“never called you weak. you’re one strong-ass woman,” he replies, lips pressed against your shoulder again. you mischievously flash your pearly whites with a plan in mind.

“can’t say the same for you, though.”

he slowly raises your head at you, eyebrow cocked with a “what’d you just say?” expression on his face.

“letting your girlfriend get hurt in battle? you’re so weak, ichi—” you’re cut off as your feet are suddenly off the floor and your torso is slung over ichigo’s shoulder. you hit his back, screaming at him to put you down as he has the last laugh.

“weak, huh?”

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you sit on ichigo kurosaki’s bed, papers and textbooks splayed upon it. he’s antsy, making paper airplanes and playing drums with some spare pencils while your blood boils.

“ichigo, i told you to pay attention. you asked me to help you study, remember?” you grumbled. he groans, throwing his head back as the pencil he was balancing on his lip fell.

“yeah, but i wasn’t expecting you to actually help me study,” he whines. “besides, i don’t need it…”

he scooches closer to you, playfully poking your knee.

“… and i just wanted an excuse to see you.”

you love your boyfriend — really, you do — but he just doesn’t know when to quit.

“yeah? well, pick another one so i don’t have to carry all this crap to your place next time,” you huff. he chuckles, feeling a tiny ounce of pity as he straightens up.

“fine, do what you came here to do,” he groans. you smile sarcastically, matching his tone.

“back to where we left off, if you multiply this by—”

“wanna kiss you.”

you snap your head up, ichigo innocently scratching his head. you eye him before looking back down to your paper.

“and add it to the number from earli—”

“those soft, pretty lips.”

you let out a big breath, ichigo smirking before whistling without a care in the world.

“stop talking, ichigo.”

“me?” he animatedly looks around, brow cocked as he points a finger to his chest. “must’ve been the wind…”

you scoff, looking back down.

“multiply that, number from earlier—”

“such a pretty girl—”

“oh would you shut up, ichigo?!” you chuck an eraser at him and he catches it effortlessly, laughing hard at your reaction.

“you drive me fucking crazy sometimes,” you sigh, closing your eyes and rubbing your temples. when you open them, he’s already inches from your face.

“yeah?” his voice is low, a little raspy from the laugh he had earlier as he draws out the last syllable. your annoyance and anger gets the best of you, causing you to look away from him.

“tch, yeah.” his smirk widens, cocking his head to the side to meet your eyes. once you do, he gently holds your chin in between his index and thumb.

“kiss me. then i’ll shut up,” he whispers. shivers ache through your body, covering it with a scoff knowing that he’s probably just bluffing. but, with his face so close, you could see him clearly. his amber eyes were unwavering as he searched your face, lips in a slight frown.

you give in with a sigh, humming your approval. he wears a smug smile before pulling you in closer, soft lips meeting your own. he melts into your touch, finally getting what he’s been craving for so badly.

pulling away, you scramble to gather everything again as ichigo smiled at you, picking up where you left off afterward.

“y’know that’s wrong, right?” ichigo says.

“it is?” you question, completely confused. ichigo explains the problem to you, sighing in frustration not out of impatience…

… but just that it became an actual study sesh now.

guess who started bleach ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

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“i cannot believe you.”

your hand rested on the door in front of you, laying your forehead against it as you tried to settle down.

“seriously?! don’t tell me you think what i did was wrong!” he flailed his hands, walking across the room and standing near the sofas.

“he caught me off guard and threw the first—”

“but you hit him back! just because he hit you first doesn’t make you right, satoru.”

he swallows. hard. winced at how you spat out his name like it’s nothing.

he’s satoru gojo. he should be untouchable, impossible to even approach. but this random guy had the nerve to even lay a fist on him? no, completely out of satoru’s logic.

“don’t tell me you’re taking his side,” he scoffs.

“i’m not taking sides! both of you were wrong, look where it got us!” your voice was louder now, head pounding as the officer’s words from earlier echoed in your head.

“just think! for once, satoru!” you walked towards the bedroom, satoru following a distance behind.

“god, i can’t be near you right now—”

“no, we’re talking it out. right here,” he snapped in a low, demanding voice.

“satoru, just—” your voice was hushed, putting all your effort into keeping yourself together. you turn around to face him, voice laced with desperation.

“i just need space right now, satoru.”

he stopped, heart sinking.

he held space in his fingertips, always keeping everyone outside of his own. defense, offense, he’d constantly mind that space. but with you? he’d never have to. he’d keep you close, comfort and safety washing over him in waves.

so why the hell should he give that up?

but, he looked at you, temper soothing. he saw the way your body trembled, bottom lip slightly quivering as your eyes watered.

“how long?” he muttered, breathing becoming rugged.

“five minutes. won’t take long, just need to calm myself down,” you sighed, rubbing your tears away.

he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t kiss your forehead like he usually does when you leave the house. he stands there, waiting for you to walk out on your own.

and so, he waits.

the seconds seemed to go by painfully slower, but he had the time to slow down himself. his mind’s clearer, even as his leg continued to bounce.

when you walk out of the bedroom — five minutes later like you said — he stays and watches as you sit next to him on the couch, a small, reachable distance from him. you talk it out, the need for shouting long gone. when all words are said and done, you sit quietly together, still a distance away.

“still need space?” he asks, voice hushed and cautious. you let out a small chuckle as you spot his pinky trying to sneak its way to yours.

“you’re not very good at this, ‘toru,” you smile. he pulls his hand back, a playful pout on his face when he hears you say his favored name.

“gimme a break, ’m trying here,” he huffs. you smile and scooch closer to him, wrapping your arms around him.

“i know. thank you for that.”

he wraps his around yours, taking in your warm scent as he finally had his haven again.

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i keep having drabble ideas but end up scrapping them 😵‍💫 ideas/requests highly recommended!!

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tysm for 500+ followers!! (#^.^#) you all deserve the world <3

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haven’t posted in forever who am i anymore (๑•ૅㅁ•๑)

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you sit alone at the dinner table, candles flickering as wax started to pile up. the food’s gone cold, the sun’s already set, and your patience has run thin.

suddenly, you hear a familiar jingle before the lock fiddles. you sigh getting up, blowing out the candles and turning a lamp on. you smooth your dress out, taking off your earrings and laying them on the counter.

“honey?” a voice calls after the door swings open. you meet keiji akaashi in the corridor, leaning on the cool wall as your eyes’ gaze was much colder. you didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. he drops his bag where he stood, taking long strides towards you.

“i’m sorry, they held me back longer than expected. i’m so sorry, love,” he said, voice exhausted and cracking. he takes your hand and fiddles with it, eyes searching yours for some amount of mercy. your heart softened knowing just how hard he works and the pressure he’s under. you only sighed, your feelings bubbling up.

“we’ve been planning this for a while, kei,” you sighed, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. even though keiji called off of work accordingly, they called him in last minute, their voice frantic yet demanding. he takes a step forward, eyes never leaving yours.

“let me make it up to you?” he asks, cupping your jaw as his lips brush over yours. “please?” you don’t inerject or lean forward, just stand there, still a little upset. he gently presses your lips to his, soft and plump.

“i hate seeing you upset, my love,” he whispers, pressing small kisses on your face. you only melted into his touch, already having forgiven him. but, you put up a front just to see what he’ll do (poor boy still thinks youre mad at him, how mean).

his kisses trail lower, soft on your jawline as his hands hold you steady by your waist. “wanna make it better..” he whispers against your skin. his lips drag down to your neck, kissing the chain of your necklace — one he gave you as a present on your first anniversary. his lips grow hungrier, open-mouthed and warm as small red patches bloom on your neck and collarbone. he whispers sweet apologies to you between each kiss and soothing swipe of his tongue.

he pulls away for a bit, lips pink and kiss-swollen. “still mad?” he asks, slowing his breathing to a controlled pace. you don’t answer him, fighting back the desire to jump in his arms and kiss him all over, but you tuck out your bottom lip. he cups your face again, warm breath dancing with yours as he’s inches away.

his lips find their way back to yours, still slow and soft. he takes a step forward, you shuffling backwards. he tilts his head, calm and steady, mouth starting to move. your legs hit the sofa behind you, stopping you in your tracks. keiji holds the back of your thighs, lifting you up as you gasp in his mouth.

he’s still collected in his movements, even as he sits himself on the sofa with you in his lap. he moves your knees so you’re straddling him, your chest flush against his. the kiss grows deeper, warm tongue licking across your bottom lip as he holds your waist. you comply to him, parting your lips as your tongues meet each other.

he knits his brows together, seeming as if he can’t get enough of you. you try to pull away to catch your breath, but he’s practically insatiable, pulling you closer and clashing his teeth with yours. you sigh into his mouth, fingers tangling in his messy hair. everything becomes dazed to you, drunk on your husband’s every movement, every being.

you finally manage to pull away, panting as he does the same. loose strands stray from your curled hair, dress strap slipping. his hairs practically disheveled, collar messy as some of your lipstick’s smeared on his lips.

“still mad?” he asks through his labored breathing. you couldn’t help the small smile that grew on your swollen lips as you ran your fingers through keiji’s hair.

“stopped as soon as you held my hand,” you smiled, looking over his face with adoration. he fakes a frown, sighing just a bit dramatically.

“that’s a bummer…” you look at him confused. he leans closer to you, lips brushing yours once more. “i would’ve kept going ‘till you weren’t,” he whispers, voice sultry and addicting. you smirk, shivers pulsing through your body at his words.

“in that case, i’m infuriated with you.”

told myself i was only gonna read today (-｡-;

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“would you die for me?”

keiji akaashi looked at you, brows tensed not with confusion, but with a gentle hint of disbelief. you twiddle your fingers, innocent smile fading away at his reaction.

“why would i do that?”

since then, you haven’t asked him those questions, ones that seem philosophical, but are more or less silly. you’ve distanced yourself from him, not out of hurt, but to see him from an outside perspective, trying to understand him.

you noticed that he’s more talkative now. more outgoing, more open with others, even greeting strangers he sees on his morning commute. he doesn’t hide his face when he smiles, nor does he hide his fingers behind him.

he’s taken time for himself like you’ve asked, learning to say “no” and recognizing when he needs a break. he takes deeper breaths, sitting on a small bench in the park, light softly beaming on him. he feels, smells, listens around him, grounds himself, stays in the present.

he’s asked to dance with you on late nights, pulling you close in the living room and swaying to the song playing in his head. he’d study you, eyes tracing your body, memorizing your entire being before you vanish from him one day. he presses “thank you’s” into your skin, grateful for something you don’t quite know. he’d hold you close, warm with the notion that he’ll get to do this again tomorrow.

no, keiji akaashi wouldn’t die for you.

he’d live because of you.

shorter akaashi drabble :x

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keiji akaashi ;

(i) rest ── sfw

(ii) tangled! ── sfw

(iii) first date ── sfw

(iv) headcannons! ── sfw

(v) spyxfamily au! ── sfw

(vi) die for you? ── sfw

(vii) make it better ── lightly suggestive

shoyo hinata ;

(i) sunkissed ── , sfw

(ii) itinerary ── lightly suggestive

(iii) hide and seek ── sfw

tobio kageyama ;

(i) try again ── light angst

(ii) as the sun sets ── sfw

atsumu miya ;

(i) ours ── suggestive

hajime iwaizumi ;

(i) “hate” ? ── sfw

kei tsukishima ;

(i) tight schedule, tighter hold ── sfw

shinsuke kita ;

(i) all mine ── sfw

tetsuro kuroo ;

(i) dinner plans ── nsfw

tooru oikawa ;

(i) all over again ── lightly suggestive

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pls dont stop writing for akaashi YOU WRITE FOR HIM SO WELL AND BEAUTIFULLYYYY

THANK YOU SO MUCHHH!! YOU DESERVE THE WORLD BBY ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

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spyxfamily au + akaashi keiji !!

akaashi keiji is calm, calculated, precise.

he’s never failed a single mission, always executing it flawlessly. nothing fazes him, shakes him, catches him off guard.

“tuck me in, papa!”

but playing a domestic father, a husband nonetheless? quite out of his league. he can easily eliminate targets, shut down private organizations, hell he’s james bond reincarnated. but, no amount of training could have ever prepared him for this.

you, his convenient wife, follow behind your “daughter,” dragging you by her stubby hands, and smile at him.

“i’ll take care of her, don’t worry,” you say, stumbling on your feet when your daughter picks up the pace.

exhaling as he gives you a shy smile, he finishes cleaning up the kitchen counter, sipping the remains of his glass and washing it.

‘don’t forget your objective, keiji,’ he thinks to himself.

walking past the corridor, he peeks through the small gap of your daughter’s room. he sees you, gently caressing your daughters hair with a small book in your other hand, the little girl slowly but surely nodding off.

he feels a warmth grow inside him, something he’s long kept buried. ‘you are an agent, you don’t have time for things like this,’ he reminds himself.

yet, he can’t walk away. not because they’re vital to his cover story, or this mission’s stakes are too high — he’s simply in too deep. he can’t walk away from your timid smiles, your attempts at trying to get along with him, your daughter’s yearning, little fingers, the way he sees her learn and grow so fast in the short time he’s been with her.

he shakes away the thought, the trivial matters that eat at his soul. ‘they’re but valuable assets for your cover, keiji. they can’t know of your true purpose here. thus, don’t lose sight of your objective…

“goodnight, my sweet girl,” you whisper, placing a quick kiss to your child’s head. she yawns, nuzzling her face into your chest. he knows this isn’t his family, he knows every part of this is fake. but, that warm feeling returns and he can’t help but falter.

… because too much is on the line.’

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akaashi headcanons cus he can’t get out of my head 😵‍💫

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ keiji akaashi has dimples.

i don’t mean the small, barely visible ones. i mean the deep, majestic ones. even if he so much as lifts the corner of his mouth, a dimple shows up right in the middle of his cheek. he’s a little self-conscious about them though… :(

“whaddya mean you don’t like ‘em?” you pout, poking where they used to be.

“i dunno… i guess they always made me stand out,” he mumbles.

“they’re beautiful, keiji,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “make you you. they’re like the extra flare your pretty smile needs!”

after that, he’s smiled wider and covered his face less.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ keiji akaashi loooooooves the nicknames you give him.

kei, eiji, jiji, cash money — he loves them all maybe not the last one, even the ones he doesn’t quite understand at first.

“kaji? that’s a new one,” he says, tilting his head to the side as he pokes a straw through his milk box.

“i just thought of it!” you exclaim, taking a sip from yours.

“how’d you think of it?”

“keiji and akaashi; mix and tadaaa! — kaji! ahh i’m so smart!”

he only loves it because he considers it you forever calling him yours with each new name. he’ll never let anyone else call him what you do, though.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ keiji akaashi listens to clairo…

please put down the pitchfork and hear me out!!! he GENUINELY listens to clairo because he loves her vibe, lyrics, and overall style. he absolutely hates those “matcha loving, clairo listening, #socal” boys he sees on social media and would rather die than be associated with them. so, when you notice him listening to clairo for the first time, he gets a little scared.

“whatcha listening to, keiji?” you ask. he doesn’t budge, earphones still stuck in his ears. out of curiosity, you pick up his phone to see this hypnotic artist. keiji nearly has a heart attack from fear, eyes wide and face gone pale. once you see it’s clairo, you have a ton of questions on your mind.

“you listen to—”

“i’m not one of them please please don’t call me one of those things i am not one of them,” he rambles, clinging to your shirt. whatever question he answered definitely wasn’t on your mind, but his reaction only makes you giggle.

“i was gonna ask what your favorite song is, silly,” you say. he responds with a timid “oh,” removing one earpiece and giving it to you. he also shows you pictures of the albums he has at home that he keeps tucked away in his closet.

(his fav is partridge esp the live version 💆‍♀️)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ keiji akaashi always drinks a cup of tea every single night.

he loves how it warms his body and helps put his soul at ease. each night, he’ll set out his mug, boil some water, and place the teabag in with a small yawn. he def puts a couple drops of honey just for that extra flavor. he’ll slurp and sigh with much content, cozying himself up in his comfy pajamas. sometimes, he’ll read a couple chapters of a book while he drinks, pushing his glasses up after every sip.

even at little cafe’s, a nice cup of tea is his go-to! doesn’t seem like much of a coffee man tbh. even on nights where he as to cram, he refuses those coffee beans and heads straight for the tea bags.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ keiji akaashi is fluent in animal crossing.

i think once he started playing, he thought how they talk is so cute and he wanted to try it, too! not just that, but it’s his own secret language that he influenced onto you. he’d probably randomly speak it just to mess with people hehe.

“mimwmrmemwr? (you wanna eat after this?)” he asks you. his friends are a little confused, staring at him like he’s some alien.

“well, if you want to,” you reply. they look at you even weirder, absolutely flabbergasted.

“mmimrmwemrrm? (fast food or restaurant?)”

“i’m feelingggg sit down and eat.”

“mwmrmi! mwmrmem? (same! sushi okay?)”

“yes, sounds perfect!”

mouths agape, they look at each other with wide eyes and back to you.

“am i high or are they high??”

“you guys can come with if you want,” you shrugged, completely unfazed.

“where, your home planet???”

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after walking around the mall with akaashi keiji you find a small photobooth. you figured it’d be a perfect thing to do on your first date as a couple. so, giggling and shuffling in, you two sit together, shoulder to shoulder.

“3… 2… 1!”

you both give your signature smiles, though, they’re a bit bigger than usual. you look at keiji’s dimples and the way his cheeks puff when he smiles like that.

“3… 2… 1!”

you both do a little pose this time! showing off your “claws” and scrunching up your nose. your mouth is wide open, imitating a roar, while keiji’s is more timid — hoshi would be so proud of you guys.

“i look a little weird,” he laughs, covering his mouth a bit.

“you don’t, kei,” you smile

“3…”

you both look at each other, not knowing what to do for a third pose. keiji sneaks his hand, warm and soft, to your other cheek, cupping it softly.

“2…”

he pulls you closer to him, closes his eyes, and presses his lips to your cheek. with no time to react, you close your eyes and smile, heart doing jumping jacks inside your chest.

“1!”

keiji pulls away, covering his flushed face. you share a little giggle, resting your head just under his chin.

“3… 2…”

you do the same to him! clammy hands, trembling lips, warm cheeks. with his cheeks squished, he tries his best to give a wide smile, eyes forming into little crescents.

“1!”

shuffling back outside, you huddle close to look at the pictures. you giggle together, shy and stupidly smitten for each other. looking up at him, you gently rub away the lipstick stain on his cheek.

you end up putting your copy into your phone case, keeping a cherished memory with you wherever you go.

needless to say, photobooths are your favorite with him!

keiji akaashi brainrot keiji akaashi brainrot

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i feel like akaashi keiji has a genuine, unshakable, unironic love for tangled.

𐙚 he’s most likely dressed up as flynn for halloween and if he wants to switch it up, he’ll be rapunzel!

“why do you look better in that dress than i do?” you ask, smoothing down your navy blue vest.

“i dunno, maybe it’s a sign that it’s who i’m meant to be,” he sighs, looking out the window with longing, wind favoring his pretty black strands. he takes a deep breath, feeling familiar guitar strings play in his head.

“wrap it up, keiji, you’ll never be her.”

“GOD FORBID A GUY HAS A DREAM?!”

𐙚 he’s probably tried to convince you to get a pet chameleon.

he won’t tell you straight up, he’d just softly hint at you — primacy effect!

when you go to the bathroom, he’d sneak on your phone, search up pictures of chameleons, and leave it like that for you to come back to. when you do, he’ll just wait with patient eyes.

when you go to the pet store or just walk by it, he’d linger on a chameleon’s display window, whispering sweet promises to it.

“you’ll come home with me soon,” he giggles, tapping the window gently as he admires the little reptile.

finally caving in, you take him to the store once more and grant his wishes.

“you really want one, kei?” you smile.

he looks at you with wide eyes, literally sparkling as he nods so fast he might become a fan.

now at home, he’s cuddling with his new favorite friend.

“i think i’ll name youuu…. pashcal. you can’t beat the original, but you’re my special little boy,” he whispers to it, stroking its head lovingly with his fingertip.

𐙚 he’s most definitely sang “flower gleam and glow” when brushing your hair.

he has a gentle hold on your strands, weaving the brush through them softly. it’s his favorite pastime with you, especially if he needs to unwind after a long day. sometimes, he’d whisper (what he considers) sweet nothings.

“i promise i won’t cut off your hair and sell it,” he says with a genuine smile. you tense up a bit, fighting the urge to call the police, but you can’t interrupt this man’s happy time. thus, he keeps going, rubbing his toes together in his fuzzy socks happily.

on days when he’s exhausted, he’ll lay his head in his lap, silently asking for you to do the same to him. you give a small peck to his forehead before running your fingers through his hair, scratching and massaging his scalp the way he likes.

sometimes, he’ll look up at you with wide, sleepy eyes, signaling you to do something. getting the hint, you smile and sing his precious little song. after you do, he smiles and closes his eyes, melting into your touch.

𐙚 he love love loveees lanterns!!

for your one year anniversary, you took him to the park at night, candles and a small meal prepared on a soft blanket. there’s fairy lights on the trees surrounding you, illuminating your little spot. grabbing something from your bag, you tell him to close his eyes.

“no peeking, kei!” you giggle.

“i’m not, i’m not,” he chuckles.

“okay, open!”

his eyes see two paper lanterns in your hands, still unlit, but he noticed intricate patterns on the paper. his breath hitches, feeling his heart swell and eyes sting.

“you didn’t…”

“happy anniversary, kei,” you bashfully say, twisting your body left and right out of excitement. he takes one lantern into his hand, cheeks warm with tears. with your free hand, you cup his cheek and wipe them away.

“awh, don’t cry, baby,” you coo. he only feels more tears coming, dipping his head into your shoulder.

“i love you so much,” he sniffles. you smile and rub his back, kissing the side of his head.

“i love you, too.”

after a bit, you light up your lanterns and send them into the sky, hands intertwined. each anniversary, no matter which one it is or where you spend it, you’ll always end off the night with a pair of lanterns.

in bed, as the world grows quiet, you’re cuddled close to him, breathing in his faint, sweet vanilla as he kisses your head. every night, he whispers the same thing with more love in his heart than the day before.

“you’re my dream come true.”

[shosweet]

“eat the rich!!!!” i say as i pull gojo’s panties to the side