Bitter

HAIKYUU BOYS & FANFIC TROPES

featuring : my faves, the seijoh four

warnings/tags : written with fem!reader in mind but can be as gn!reader

genre : fluff

a/n : trying to write my way out of writer’s block. but I also tend to daydream about these – can you tell who is my favorite. also why do all of these just make me want to write individual stores for each character! may write more if people would like to request characters xx

​​✧ OIKAWA TŌRU ​​✧

Second Chances; Oikawa is the high school sweetheart who you broke up with because he was too obsessed with volleyball. He’s the one you’d always wondered ‘what if.’ What if you have stayed together and sorted through your differences? What if you were patient and tried to understand his point of view? What if he was the one that got away? Thoughts of him come and go, but nothing sticks until you are on vacation in Argentina. It could have just been a passer-by, a stranger that caught your eye in a crowd, but your heart was telling you something else. It was telling you to double-check who he was. And at that moment everything was in slow motion. He too looks back, chocolate brown eyes engulfed in awe and surprise. The unspoken regret focused on one look before you both greet each other with open arms and smiles. He looked like the same Oikawa Tōru you knew, but more mature and even more handsome than ever. You can’t contain the heat rising in your face as you relay the possibilities of this moment – it feels like it’s been written in the stars. And yes, you are aboard. Yes, this might be a temporary moment. But as you stare into each other’s eyes, it feels like there’s more to it than just that.

✧ IWAIZUMI HAJIME ​​✧

Drunk Confession; Iwaizumi is the loner you met in college who was very unapproachable with a stoic and intimidating expression wasn’t something you intended to break with small talk. But once you were assigned to work in a group project with him, you knew you had to uncover the person underneath the solemn face. Things go a lot better than expected and it doesn’t take long before you’re both seeking out each other’s company. You started to sit in class beside each other, study silently in the library together, and treat each other to caffiene when spirits were low. It’s not until after finals that you decide to both celebrate by going out for drinks together. It’s all fun until you’ve noticed had one too many and you’re trying to hold back your insane attraction to him, worried that it isn’t reciprocated. When he offers to walk you home, tension and silence build that’s only broken with Iwaizumi nervously mumbles he has something he’s been wanting to tell you for a while. You know you’re drunk but your heart begins to race uncontrollably. He takes a deep breath, then turns with caution and fear in his eyes. “I like you… like more than a friend,” he says and you think you’ve misheard him but his embarrassed expression tells you otherwise. “I like you too,” you reply with a smile.

✧ HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO ​​✧

Fake Dating; Hanamaki is the new co-worker who talks to you too much. He’s the one that always gets you in trouble and you tell him you’re going to kill him if he gets you fired - he holds you to it. One day he asks you to do him a favor, though you don’t owe him anything, he somehow ropes you in pretending you’re his girlfriend when his best friend visits him at work. His best friend teases him and asks him how he could ever score a catch like you and you can only think of unkind words to say, so you bite your tongue. But the hoax doesn’t stop there. Of course, his best friend invites you both out for drinks. You think you can excuse yourself then Hanamaki answers for you. The extreme frustration boiling inside you almost unleashes until he offers to pay for you. Your fake relationship lasts longer than anticipated until the point you don’t despise his company. After a couple of months, he invites you to a festival. You dress up in a beautiful yukata which makes Hanamaki speechless at first sight. The evening is filled with vibrant lights and delicious food. Near the end, you decide to watch the fireworks. You feel your heart drop into your stomach as you both gaze up at the sky. Suddenly you can feel his hand touch yours and electricity courses through you. Somehow you want to stay like this forever.

✧ MATSUKAWA ISSEI ​​✧

Unresolved Sexual Tension; Matsukawa is your friend you have always been overly flirty towards. It’s like a game, enjoying the banter that overcomes between the two of you while softly touching his arm and in return, he shoots you one of his smug smiles, basically knocking the air out of your lungs. The flirting never fizzles but evolves into tension every time you see each other. His eyes were a lot softer, his gaze always falling to your lips and he knew that you knew he was obviously looking. Not in the same innocent way he used to look through – there was more desire behind those eyes than friendship. And you wanted more, but whenever he got too close, you’d get scared making up some sort of excuse to be out of reach or revert eye contact while changing the subject. You didn’t fear getting hurt, but feared that going a step further wouldn’t match what you’d imagined. So the two of you lingered between just friends to what could be more. Until one night. You spent the evening out with friends, they wanted to go clubbing, you wanted to spend the night in, you were outvoted. You tried to give the plans a chance, dressing up in a dangerous dress you’d never wear otherwise – perfectly accentuating your most glorious assets, unsure if you were confident enough to pull it off. But you wore it and joined with your friends. The night was so agonizingly boring, you were texting Matsukawa the entire time, both trying to plot your escape. Finally, a ploy was devised for him to pick you up as an emergency. You didn’t think it’d work, but your friends didn’t seem to mind that you were being taken away by a tall dark, handsome man. He helps you get home safe, standing in your doorway as you thank him for his courageous act of service. You both gaze for a moment too long at each other. He’s about to take off, but you don’t wish him to go, so you ask him if he would like to come in. He looks at you in surprise seeing the needy look in your eyes that he so undoubtedly makes him fall further every time. And he says yes, crossing into the threshold. 

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Pro Hero!Mirio x Reader x Pro Hero!Tamaki

TW: Smut, Threesome, Praise, Soft Degradation, Overstimulation, Pet names, Sub/Dom implications, just a tiny bit of angst with a very happy ending.

It was always the same.

Tamaki and Mirio would work, and work, and work together, coming back every evening tired, exhausted, barely able to put a foot in front of the other as they reached towards you and each put a soft kiss on your forehead. It was supposed to be a daily ritual, the little routine they’d taken on, something that would give a taste of everything coming after; cuddles, sweet words exchanged in low whispers, less than chaste kisses, and maybe something more. The forehead peck was just an appetizer to the main course, a promise of more, and yet, it had been days since they’d felt energetic enough to lay you down on the bed and feast on you like they used to, before they got so caught up in their daily patrols and hero duties that they forgot their intimate ones.

Tamaki still shyly brushed his fingers against yours whenever he was close enough to you, and Mirio still cracked jokes in the hopes to make you smile whenever he saw you frown at the two of them, but it just wasn’t the same. Something was missing, and you needed it back.

“That’s enough,” you told them one day when they came back to your apartment together just as the kitchen clock rang twelve. Night had fallen hours earlier, and the dinner you’d made for the three of you wasn’t just cold by now; it was packed in little boxes tucked into the fridge so that the food wouldn’t go bad, which it would have if you’d left it outside a second more.

Tamaki startled and avoided your gaze, all confidence earned during his day spent doing heroics fading from his stance at the sight of your obvious anger. Mirio, on the other hand, was bolder; his strong arm snaked around your waist and he pulled you to him, concerned little wince pulling at his lips.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, as if he truly had no idea.

“S-sorry we’re late,” Tamaki muttered, an embarrassed blush creeping over his cheeks.

He took a discreet, almost quiet step towards Mirio and you and softly hooked his pinky into yours. It was a sweet, shy gesture, adorable and so characteristic of the man you loved and cherished that it made you want to forget all about your anger and simply cuddle with him until he got comfortable again.

But you wouldn’t. That would only be ignoring the problem, and you couldn’t, not anymore.

You pushed them both away, and they stumbled back, shocked by your reaction despite the fact that you were simply returning them the favor; they’d been pushing you away in other ways for weeks.

Mirio looked confused, Tamaki looked devastated.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you told them, and your voice wavered just a bit as sadness made its way inside your chest, drowning every other feeling in its wake. “It’s like I don’t even exist anymore, like you two don’t care about anything but being heroes.”

You took a deep breath, swallowing the tears that were coating your throat and making it hard to breathe.

“You never have time for me, you’re always too busy or too tired when you come home.”

Your fingers trembled as you tightened your fists. Your nails dug into your palms, but the pain helped your mind stay focused. You wouldn’t back down, not now that you had an opportunity to tell them how you felt.

Tamaki was so gentle when he pulled you into his arms that you didn’t even think of pushing him away.

“We’re sorry, angel,” he whispered. “There isn’t anything that’s more important to us than you, I promise.”

For once, his voice was firm because you knew, deep down, that it was the truth; he wouldn’t let you doubt it. And it was so easy to let yourself melt into the warmth of his embrace, the strength of his arms around you, the tenderness with which he softly stroked the shape of your spine, cherishing every inch of you that was within his reach.

Mirio joined you, catching you from behind as his arms gently wrapped around you, his chin resting on top of your head as if to accentuate the size difference between the two of you. Or maybe he just liked to have you snuggled against him, tiny little lover that he could pride himself in protecting from the rest of the world.

He kissed your hair, taking a deep breath to let the sweet scent of your shampoo fill his senses, as he often liked to do.

“We just want to be heroes you can be proud of,” he said, and Tamaki nodded.

You wanted to stay like this forever.

To lean into their embrace and never let them go.

“I know…” you muttered against Tamaki’s shirt, the words just a bit muffled by the fabric.

It was as if something shifted in the room then, and you felt Mirio smirk while his chin still rested on top of your head. It was the kind of smile that he kept secret, just a bit of mischief glinting in between his pearly, perfect white teeth, the kind of smile that was only reserved for Tamaki and you and just in very, very special times.

“If you felt lonely, princess, you should have just said so,” he whispered, lust dripping from his tone.

Slowly but surely, his hand crept over your belly, higher, higher, and higher, until he started toying with the collar of your shirt, and even then, he didn’t waste a second before sliding his fingers inside, his digits brushing against the silky skin that was hidden under the pretty lace of your bra.

“Oh, is that what you wanted, angel?” Tamaki asked, his voice uncharacteristically condescending. He loved to pamper you as if you were so weak you couldn’t do anything by yourself, not even voice your own needs. No, Tamaki knew better, and he loved to show you just how well he understood what your body wanted. His fingers were soft when they rose under your skirt to reach inside your panties, ever so slowly and yet firmly, until his digits were resting against your little nub, unmoving but still tearing a surprised yelp from your lips.

“Maybe you can tell us just what you need with that sweet little voice of yours,” he cooed, shyness all gone when he had you writhing under his touch.

“Y-you, I need you…” you breathed, grabbing the fabric of his sleeve to steady yourself as their fingers had your legs give out under you. Mirio let out a laugh at your reaction, and he was proud, triumphant when he took you from Tamaki’s arms to hold you in a bridal carry towards the bed you all shared.

“We’re going to catch up, right?” Mirio said as he laid you on the sheets, towering over you with a smile on his lips. You let out a surprised yelp when Tamaki pulled down your bra to suck at one of your nipples, fingers playing with the other. “Give you all of the attention you’ve missed these past few weeks.”

There was something menacing in his words, a dark undertone that had shivers running down your spine. Your suspicions were confirmed when he leaned towards you to lick a streak along the crook of your neck, his voice threatening when he whispered:

“And with the sweet way you just begged for us, I don’t think we’ll be able to stop even if it gets too much for you, princess. Gotta show you just how much we’ve missed having you come undone for us.”

A trail of saliva connected Tamaki’s lips with your hardened nipple when he perked up, his gaze intense as it licked at every single curve your body had to offer.

“Wanna taste you somewhere else, now,” he muttered, and Mirio let him settle between your parted legs right after throwing your panties aside. The purple-haired man licked his lips, his expression hungry, famished when he dove into your warmth, tongue so skilled as it licked, and played, and teased, delighting in the exquisite taste of you.

Mirio leaned in to kiss you, a wet, passionate kiss that was as forceful as it was sweet, and it wasn’t long before you drowned in pleasure and ecstasy under their touch, tearing a lustful moan from Tamaki’s lips that sent shivers through your whole body as it had his cold breath tickle your still sensitive clit.

“Hush baby, we’re not nearly done yet,” Mirio cooed, his strong fingers slowly caressing your cheek. “Now, be our good little slut and show us just how much you’ve been craving for our cocks.”

You knew exactly what he expected and, obedient, good girl that you were, you did exactly what he wanted from you. Your lips parted as you opened your mouth, wet little tongue nearly dripping spit on your chin, waiting for him to slide inside and let you get a taste of him.

He let out a low hiss of pleasure when he did so, gently petting your hair as if to reward you for good behavior. After tearing two other orgasms from your overstimulated body, Tamaki then took his turn sliding inside you, strong thighs holding your legs apart as his cock pushed through your walls, settling in your warmth just like Mirio had in your mouth. And then, even before he started moving, Tamaki leaned in towards you to leave a trail of soft kisses along your throat and collarbone, delighting in the fact that he had you writhing under him.

“Such a good, perfect girl,” he praised, voice low, a smile pulling at his lips.

You couldn’t reply, not when Mirio was moving inside your mouth, his cock so big on your tongue it felt like it could cut your breathing at any forceful stroke, but Tamaki didn’t mind, and his merciless fingers kept going back to your clit, stroking it restlessly until you felt like you might faint if he touched it once more.

The next time you fell down the edge of yet another orgasm, they joined you, finishing in unison as they filled you from both ends, until cum was dripping all over the sheets both from the corner of your lips and between your legs.

They let themselves fall down on the bed on each side of you, both of them taking one of your hands in theirs, gently stroking your palm with their thumb until you let out a satisfied sigh.

“I had missed that,” Mirio confessed, eyes closed as if to let the remains of the sensations he just experienced linger in his mind.

“We’ll never let you feel lonely again,” Tamaki promised, placing a soft kiss on the crook of your wrist.

“So you will make time for me, now?” you asked, hope dripping from your voice.

The three words slipped through their lips at the same time, firm, definitive:

“We will, baby.”

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[🌸] Genshin Boys Reacting To You Smothering Them With Affection <333

Diluc

The first time you do it, it catches him conpletely of guard. The blush on his face was evident of that. Kinda likes your kisses and hopes you do it again. Just not in public though. He has a reputation to uphold and he hopes you respect that, But when the both of you are alone it’s a completely different story. Withing the walls of his manor, he turns putty in your loving arms, he is your baby and demands attention, but keep in mind, its only when the two of you are alone.

Kaeya

Instant ego boost. Not even kidding smh. Be aware though, cause once you do it, he will demand affection every second of the day, starting as soon as you wake up. He doesn’t care if people are watching, he will do it public too. Now the angsty part. I believe Kaeya is very touch starved since his father left him in mondstaldt when he was just a child and the incident with Diluc only made it worse, so he is very grateful to have a lover like you, who he can rely on for a gentle feeling of fondness.

Venti

Instant ego boost part 2. Litreally clings onto you like a leach. Wouldn’t let go untill you give him some kisses. Again, doesn’t matter if you are in public. You both are drinking in the tavern? he needs a hug. You both are cassually sitting on a bench near the cathedral? He demands a kiss. People passing by give you both disgusting looks but again, he doen’t care. After venti lost his friend, the nameless bard, he didn’t think he had ever felt this way. The warm fuzzy feeling your tenderness gives him, makes him feel like he is on cloud 9 and somehow he just cannot let it go.

OPERATION: BACK TO TEYVAT.

let’s introduce you to our love interests, shall we?

credits : i couldn’t find diluc’s artist. kaeya: @/nikult_ on twt. i couldn’t find childe’s artist. zhongli: @/mob110119 on twt. venti & ganyu: shohje on twt. albedo: @/waternaeng on twt. ei: @Lallah_ on reddit. lumine: @/2dasu_ on twt. jean: official birthday art by hoyoverse. ningguang: @/kurisucurry on twt. ayaka: @/yaminsoup on twt.

MASTERLIST.

— CAST MEMBERS:

the teyvat residents. (male ver.)

extra male interests:

xiao — a member of venti’s idol group, 4NEMO.

thoma — the barista at your local coffee shop.

kazuha — a member of venti’s idol group, 4NEMO.

itto — the music enthusiast at your local music store.

gorou — the volunteer at your local adoption shelter.

— FUN FACTS:

all of the male interests live in the same house, but on different levels. [level one consists of Childe, Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Thoma and Itto. level two consists of the rest of the guys.]

the male interests refuse to have anyone else cook besides from Childe and Thoma. [emphasis on thoma.]

the male interests’ house is across the street of reader’s house.

all male interests were supposed to share the bills but it ended up Diluc and Childe paying for almost all of it.

albedo has the biggest room + the basement because he’s working on trying to bring all characters back to teyvat, and possibly take you with them.

itto almost always gets lost on his way home, that’s why there’s a rule to never leave itto alone when he goes out, it is also one of the reasons why he’s always at the music store, it’s close to the coffee shop thoma works at.

currently, half of the male interests are considered idols. there’s two groups (DCKZ & 4NEMO) and one solo idol (albedo).

the teyvat residents. (fem ver.)

extra female interests:

kokomi — the seashell-collecting girl at your beach.

sara — the new girl at your job.

yae miko — the teasing regular at your job.

beidou — the girl you met during an outing with friends.

eula — the sophisticated girl that lives next door.

— FUN FACTS:

liyuebrand is a business both ningguang and ganyu own. although, most of the female interests help in creating clothing for women.

ayaka owns her own business called “kamisatoarts” which consists of her paintings commissions and owns an art supply store with the same name.

the female interests’ home is way more clean and organized than the male interests. Unlike the boys, the girls actually succeed in sharing to pay the bills.

the female interests’ house is right beside yours, making you and the girls neighbours. you can sometimes see ningguang sun-bathing or lumine and ayaka eating outside.

Ei is the only idol/celebrity besides from Ganyu (model). Ei is an idol managed by Yae Miko in the background.

Ei is the only one banned from the kitchen, because the last time she was in the kitchen, their kitchen knifes ended up on the ceiling and their cutting boards were all wrecked, with a burnt chicken as the centrepiece of the whole mess.

the female interests prefer staying in your world rather than teyvat, but will never admit it.

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sing me melodies.

a/n: this was two similar requests combined together hehe and i loved writing it sm. it's one of my favorite requests, honestly!! <3

summary: s/o who sings to tell stories/singer! s/o who sings for the boys when they’re stressed/confesses to them with a love song.

characters: albedo, scaramouche, xiao, zhongli.

warnings: fluff, angst, gender-neutral reader!

word count: 1.3k

"as venti once said; stories are best told through beautiful songs!"

albedo: albedo enjoys your songs incredibly. he enjoys the love stories the most! but he doesn't mind hearing depressing stories; he just has a clear preference!! albedo appreciates those stories both fact and fiction; the stories that touch close to home are those based on your personal experiences, and he can only stare in awe as you sing of love, your dreams, heartbreak, or sadness. sing him sweet melodies of your relationship and how you're so happy together, and he's so whipped!

scaramouche: he may pretend like he's not interested, but he actually is. proof? well, he asks questions afterward! "why would they do such a thing? how stupid..." even if he does berate the story a bit. his favorite songs are those he can relate to, otherwise, he may be bored. sing him songs of battle, feeling torn between two conflicting ideals, kings and queens; royalty. he'll listen then. scaramouche likes when you praise him in your songs, so please do that.

xiao: he appreciates them so much! naturally, he's drawn to the darker stories. those of a couple who can not be, or someone losing something or someone so close to them they can't function properly, and the tragedies of life and death. he's not sure why he enjoys those stories, probably because he prefers realism, he despises sugarcoating with a passion! the love stories you share are probably your personal experiences with him, and he cannot lie, he does enjoy those quite a bit! <3

zhongli: he's a stickler for songs of the past! old tunes that remind him of the olden days, trying times where he and his people were able to pull through. he finds great pleasure in those kinds of stories told through song! of course, the triumphs should be remembered, and singing those stories of war, forbidden love, etc in the past is right up his alley. he also likes the realisticness of it all! but that doesn't mean he hates the fictional side, no. sing him words of myths, fairytales, he loves it all as long as it's your velvety voice. but, always, swimming in the nostalgia will always be his favorite type of song you sing for him.

"i'm a tad bit stressed, so i'm just going to sing alright? cool."

albedo: he doesn't mind at all! if singing is your way of releasing your worries, fear, and major stress factors in your life, go for it. he has his own form of outlet and ways to release stress, and this is yours! when you start randomly singing your worries and anxieties, you aren't doing it in hopes he'd fix all your problems, but he always offers a word of advice after, comfortably giving you the space to ask for help or not.

scaramouche: not cool. he's far too busy to sit here and listen to you sing about your worries, although he does care. he would snap at you first, but then he'd listen and try his best to ease your worries. when i say "best" i mean it, he does try. but he's not the most comforting guy, hence words that sounded like reassurances in his head turned into an annoyed tone when he actually said it aloud. if you're together, you know by now not to get offended by his harshness, because sometimes he truly does mean well and isn't trying to be rude. <3

xiao: he's heard every cause of stress in the books, so when he hears you ask him if it's okay to basically rant, he just nods and continues listening. xiao's heard all of the despair, sadness, frustrations, and anger known to man trust me. he's helped people too, so what kind of lover would be if he didn't offer his assistance to you? like scaramouche, his words of encouragement or reassurance come out a bit rougher than preferred, but unlike scaramouche, his walls do come down and he lets softer things be said; "i don't know why you've held this in for so long... but i will do everything in my power to assist you with these feelings."

zhongli: all ears! he even offers some helpful advice, always. his main goal is to listen to your songs, access the situation, analyze possible outcomes of solutions, and then help you reach that solution! you never wanted him to go out of his way over things little or big, but he does no matter the issue, small or big <3 he handles what you sing with the utmost care, trust me. and when he listens to your songs, especially those of confessions of stress, he will always look you in your eyes to let you know he's listening intently and will do whatever it takes to help you feel reassurance.

"confession through a song? sure why not!"

albedo: doesn't realize it's a confession... he mistakes your confession for a love story either fact or fiction, but not you admitting your love to him. he's probably caught up in the song if there seem to be overtly affectionate love interests, not realizing it's you who has those feelings for him and are admitting it... at the end of the day, the moral of the story is, you've gotta outright tell him!! say, "albedo, i have a crush on you!" or "did you not catch my song as a confession?" don't be scared, he totally has feelings for you too, he just needs to be told outright. afterward? he's very straightforward with his feelings too and will openly admit his love for you! <3

scaramouche: he may not notice it's a confession at first, but then when he processes what's being said, oh boy! beat red in the ears. he's sooo lucky his hair covers his ears or else, more embarrassment the gods are totally willing to spare! he's going to do one of two things; avoid this as long as he can, and pretend he never heard you express your feelings to him through song OR flat out call you out, using words such as, "idiot" and "stupid" or 'brat" claiming you've gotta be joking. but you're not... if he takes this route, he's definitely not rejecting you, no, he's just flat out making fun and teasing you because he can't possibly admit his true feelings, oh not the scaramouche!!

xiao: xiao isn't dumb, he understands what the "yearning" and "love" you mention are in your song, but he doesn't act on it at first and just continues listening to you sing. it's much easier to ignore the meaning of the words and enjoy the melodic sounds of your voice than confront this and his own feelings. so he does that for as long as he can. until he can't sleep... and he starts thinking of your sweet words while he's supposed to be sleeping. he won't admit he has feelings with words, but one way you can be sure is when he starts allowing you to call him alatus! after you ask zhongli about the meaning, plus why he's suddenly so determined you call him that, zhongli says he's never heard of anyone allowed to call xiao that, not even himself; meaning, the wise man has come to the conclusion xiao returns your feelings. which is true!

zhongli: he knows due to his wisdom and incredible intuition, and he's so flattered! he's always felt the same way, so to have you bravely admit your feelings to him through singing, it's perfect! he never saw you admitting how you felt, ever, mainly because after he told you his story and who exactly he was, he thought you wouldn't try because well... if you ever got together, he would long surpass you. growing attached was definitely not suitable if you wanted to be together for the rest of your life. though, after he confronts you about these feelings and admits he also feels the same way, he promises you he will figure out a way for you two to be together! whether he has to entirely shorten his lifespan and abandoned his status now as an adeptus, or seek help from celestia, or even baal, god of eternity; he will figure it out, he promises you wholeheartedly! <3

8.23.21, rayofsunas

mitsuki being all jokey about how much nicer eijirou is than katsuki when he’s around but as she’s about to drop them off at the dorms katsuki remembers he forgot his workout shorts so it’s just mitsuki and eijirou in the car.

mitsuki locks eyes with the redhead through the rear view mirror and the levity in her eyes is replaced with a vicious glare

“you make my brat cry and i’ll crack your skull like a coconut and use your brain matter to fertilise my hydrangeas.”

Wholesome Nanami Kento HC’s:

pairing: nanami x reader

tw: mentions of food

Nanami is the type to kiss you on the inside of your wrist as he pulls you into a hug. One hand wrapped around your waist, the other lifting your hand up to his lips as his eyes flutter shut.

While he doesn’t seem like the type, Nanami’s love language is physical touch. Admittedly, it’s a lot more toned down than when the trait manifests in others, but he’s always reaching out for you in some way. He can often be found during his days off absentmindedly rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand as he reads the newspaper, other notable examples including but not limited to: back hugs, massages, intertwining your fingers together. In public, Nanami is a lot more restrained, though.

Has a habit of gently swooping your hair into a braid when he sees you even the slightest bit overheated. If you have shorter hair, he’ll tie it or clip it back in some way. He’s just really attuned to your body and wants to keep you comfortable.

Has a Sunday morning ritual of going for a morning walk for some coffee and some sweet breakfast pastry, which he naturally involved you in as well once you moved in.

While this man can cook and has a rather refined taste considering his posh background, Nanami never hesitates when you wanna go out to eat at some dive diner. He’ll happily eat that burger or eat whatever street food you’re craving that night.

That being said, he is always sharing his food with you, even when you don’t ask. He will cut you a chunk of his steak and casually leave it on your plate/leave the last piece of sushi for you.

Anyways, I just think Nanami is such a gentle partner—his love is soft and subtle 🤍

Hi amber <3

Is it alright if you can do a small blurb or something with Levi just holding the reader and comforting them because the reader is having family problems please? I'm not feeling the best rn and its okay if you dont wanna do this

Hehe Himani my Angel of course I’ll write something for you! Just know me and Levi love you so very much and we are always sending you our constant love and support! 🤍✨

Angel

Levi X Reader

He would never ask you what’s wrong. It was obvious you were hurting… the question felt unnecessary for him to ask. He could feel the way your texts seemed off, your words less vibrant and the usual excitement dimmed. It didn’t take long for him to grab his keys off the table and to shoot you a little text telling you to “pack a bag” as he was on his way to get you.

The car ride was silent, nothing but the sound of your favorite songs quietly playing to fill the void. His hand never left yours, his fingers dancing against your knuckles and his grip tightening at every red light or stop sign. He’d shoot you glances any chance he could, his eyes focusing on your glossy ones as you held back your tears. His heart clenching as he stepped on the gas, his urge to have you close taking over his mind.

Levi was gentle with you, he patiently grabbed your bag from the back seat while you gathered the strength to at least make it inside before breaking. He felt the warmth of your body as you leaned your head against his back, your salty tears drenching his once pristine white shirt. A quiet “Come with me Angel, let’s go lay down.” Tumbling past his pink lips.

His fingers danced across your back as you broke down, his digits tracing his name into your skin each one forever branded with the seal of his love. Your head cradled gently against his chest as you spilled every last problem to him… his heart trembling at the pain each word held. He hated seeing you so lifeless, the color your sweet eyes held so dull.

He knew about the problems you had with your family, he knew about the baggage placed on your shoulders and he wanted nothing more then to be the one to carry that for you. His lips pressed ever so gently against your ear he whispers, “Angel, I’m sorry they’ve put this all on you… I’m sorry you feel like your doing it alone. Let me help you please… Y/N let me carry some of this for you.” He leans back to gaze into your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks you over.

Wiping the tears from your eyes he continues, “Nothing you feel is ever a burden to me Y/N you don’t have to hold it in until it gets to this point… I’m here. Anytime you need me I’m a call away so please… just come to me, alright?” Seeing the slight nod of your head Levi leans in and presses a tender kiss to your lips. “I love you Y/N… always.”

You close your eyes as you feel his thumb brushing across your cheek, your breathing beginning to even out in the warm embrace of your lover. A quiet, “I love you Levi.” escaping you before your eyelashes flutter shut and lips part giving way to peaceful breaths. The smallest smile tugging on his lips as he looks at you, puffy red cheeks and the lightest hue of red across your nose.

To him you were beautiful… every moment you were with him was beautiful. He’d spend forever holding you in his arms just like this if it meant that he could protect your heart from anymore scars. He’d give you a family you’d only ever dreamed about, and he’d make sure you were the happiest you have ever been. It’d never be enough for you, nothing he could give could ever measure up to the amount of happiness you gave him but he’d spend his whole life trying.

Raking his fingers into your hair he holds you as close as possible, his lips resting against your forehead as he closes his eyes for the night. His hand laced with yours as his breathing begins to steady, legs wrapping up with yours as he makes himself comfortable. Quiet snores and the sound of your heart beats syncing fills the darkness of the room with a warm glow. He’d always be there to make you feel better, any day of the week no matter the hour. You were his angel… and who would he be to let you fall?

College friend turned boyfriend!Levi, who never hugs ANYONE as a greeting EXCEPT for you.

When you met him everyone in the friend group warned you that he does not like to be touched under any circumstances. But as you two get closer and closer he slowly grows more and more okay with how close you sit to him.

How sometimes you’ll nudge his arm after a funny thing he said and then he eventually starts trying to make you laugh. Because he actually really likes how your elbow bumps into his forearm, and the sound of a tiny giggle from his stupid joke. As the months pass everyone notices how Levi chooses to sit next to you in nearly every social outing. How his pinky lingers against the outside of your thigh, how he sometimes hovers a hand behind you (and only you) when walking up a flight of stairs.

And one night, when everyone is super drunk you just… Cling to him. To his arm, lean on his shoulder, hook an arm around him when you need to whisper something to him. And the first time it happens everyone fully expects Levi to shove you away (as he does with Hange on a regular basis). But he doesn’t. He just lets you, and there’s always a specific fond expression he wears everytime you touch him.

Then you start doing it sober, you hug him as a greeting one time after Hange placed a bet with you. You didn’t expect him to let you but he just, stands there. After a few more hugs over the next coming weeks he quickly wraps an arm around your waist as a greeting. And that’s when everyone in the group just fucking knew the man was head over heels for you ❤️

OPEN YOUR EYES

Saying goodbye to my comfort character.

“You need to wake up.” He says caressing my back trying to comfort me.

“I don’t wanna wake up. I’m fine not waking up.”

Green grass and beautiful night sky filled with shining stars. Me laying on his chest, legs between his and huge strong arms caging me. There’s nothing more I could ask for.

“But you need to, I’m not real.”

His words broke my heart. I know what he said was true. I knew it from the start. But my stupid little brain can’t register a simple fact.

“You feel real.” I whispered clenching on the fabric of his shirt. He laughs and it was heavenly. Something I’m proud of to be the only one who could hear it.

“You’re all I could think about. You’re all I need.” Tears started falling from my eyes. He lifted my chin making me look up to him.

His eyes…. I love them so much. His lips and his nose, everything is perfect about him.

I want to stay with him forever because I know he’ll never hurt me. He’ll never break my heart.

And most importantly….

He’ll always choose me over anyone.

“I’m not taking you away from the world you belong to. When you open your eyes…. I will be gone. But know I’ll always be in your heart.”

I don’t wanna open my eyes. I just want to stay with him.

“Please. You need to wake up.”

“Why can’t we be together?” I asked him and he softly chuckled before placing a kiss on my forehead.

“We may not live in the same world now, but maybe we’ll be together in another life.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” We shared a passionate kiss. And with that kiss we professed our love for each other.

“Now open your eyes.”

I nodded and I slowly buried my head on the crook of his neck. I don’t want to let go but it’s what he wants. And it is what’s right.

“Just a little longer…” I whispered savoring my moments with him. I tried to remember as much as possible. His smell, the way his body feels so warm and so comforting. I tried to remembered it all and not long after I started to feel myself getting pulled out.

“I’ll search for you and we will be together. We’ll be together in a beach, a theater. Anywhere you like. I promise you. I promise.”

Waking up my heart aches as I realized it was his final goodbye. I knew I wouldn’t see him again and I knew I will be only able to imagine his touch throughout this lifetime.

But….

I believe him.

I believe that he’ll keep his words.

I believe that he will search for me in the next life just like I will.

Life is cruel for not letting him be real. But I believe that love always prevail.

For now, I will continue my life knowing my next will be with him.