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Can I request a Aomine x reader scenario where the reader is super confident but accidentally flirts with everyone so Aomine has no idea that she likes him? But he still gets the balls to ask her out? Thank you! (I love your blog)

hehe i feel like this would happen to aho. the girl he likes I BET will be almost exactly like him and he’d have to go through this. nice request!! 

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Kakashi Hatake | Reassurance

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader Warnings: some language, mentions of character death, Kakashi’s nightmares, blood mention Word Count: 1.2k

Nightmares were nothing new for Kakashi. As he grew older they didn’t happen as often, but they would be so vivid it was like he was back in those situations. His heart raced in his chest, tears threatening to spill as the images replayed in his mind.

He didn’t get much sleep after that.

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aaaa I'm so happy your requests are open!! ☺️ last time i checked it was closed. can i request a part 4 of forgetting their s/o's birthday for kita, bokuto, and tsukki!! thank uu sm, super love your blog !! 🥰

forgetting their s/o’s birthday

w/ kita, akaashi, and tsukishima!

part 4!

series masterlist here!

(a/n: here is the fourth part of my birthday series !! this one was a lil difficult to make for some reason but i hope y’all enjoy it !!

all three scenarios are set in the timeskip :)) happy reading everyone!

EDIT: ANON idk why i mixed up bokuto and akaashi PLS IM SORRY)

kita

every year, kita always made sure that your birthday was perfect

he’d plan out an entire day for you ahead of time and surprise you

even so, kita had become swamped with work

it was a lot, even for him

you knew that he took his work very seriously, and you wanted more than anything for him to succeed

but a lot of the time, that meant sacrificing your time together, and you missed it a lot

however, you knew that, just like every year, he’d set aside a day to spend with you

you yawn, stretching a hand out to the other side of the bed. it comes up empty, and you look over to shinsuke’s side of the bed. his side is completely made, blanket folded over itself neatly, and he’s nowhere in sight.

you sigh. maybe he’s just up early? you think, hopeful.

but when you search the rest of the house, calling for him, the only response you get is the sound of your own voice, echoing.

he could just be at the store or something, you tell yourself, and pull your phone out.

it rings for about half a minute before you’re met with his voicemail. you exhale, sending him a text instead.

hi baby :) where r u ? come home soon!!

you shut your phone off and look around. honestly, you’d expected your boyfriend to have taken care of everything today, as per usual. but with him gone, you’re quite bored.

you decide that today might be a good day to reorganize your clothing and do a little decorating while you wait. you’ve been meaning to do it, and now that you have a day off, you figure today is the best time.

you’re halfway through your dresser when you stop to check your phone. the delivered sits there awkwardly, and you sigh. you send him another text.

shin, are you gonna be home soon?

you put your phone down and take out your shirts, going through them next.

it’s already almost dinnertime when you stop again, staring at the mess around you. you pick up your phone for the nth time and check to see if he’s replied. you brighten at seeing the notification, but droop after reading its contents.

no, sorry. have to stay a couple hours later today.

disappointed, you sigh. there’s no way he forgot, right? maybe he’s planning to surprise you?

you decide to stay up and wait for him to come home, starting on the living room cabinets.

you perk up at hearing the lock opening, and stand up. kita walks into the room and looks around.

he narrows his eyes at the mess you’ve made and sighs.

“what is this?”

you look around. “was just doing a bit of reorganizing, that’s all!” he stares at you.

“i stayed late at work. i wasn’t planning on coming home to this,” he mutters, passive aggressiveness evident in his voice. your heart sinks.

“i was just trying to—”

“just leave it. i’ll take care of it,” he murmurs, opening the cabinets. behind him, you stand there helplessly. that’s when it dawns on you; he did forget.

“you forgot about my birthday?” you whisper, barely audible.

“what are you talking about?” he asks, still turned away from you, and you shake your head, though he doesn’t see.

“never mind.”

kita scoffs, grabbing a movie case from off the ground. that’s impossible, he thinks. he’s never forgotten your birthday.

but all of a sudden, the dots connect, and he freezes. he remembers how he checked the date on his phone just this morning, paying it no mind the entire day.

he completely forgot about it this year. he can’t even comprehend how he missed your birthday, but somehow he did, and he doesn’t know what to do.

he turns around slowly to see you on the floor, head bowed, putting the rest of the cases into the cabinets. his heart sinks. how could he have forgotten?

shinsuke kneels down next to you. “hey,” he coaxes, voice quiet and guilty. “you don’t have to—”

“‘s fine. i spent the entire day doing it; i should finish the job, right?” you mumble, and he feels even worse.

he doesn’t know what to say, so instead he helps you put everything in its rightful place. you won’t look at him.

you stand up and leave without saying anything.

“wait—”

“i’m gonna get ready for bed now, ‘kay?” you tell him, false cheer tainting your voice, and he hates it.

and then you’re gone, and shinsuke wants to kick himself for disappointing you.

but he knows that simply sitting here and feeling guilty is not enough. so, he grabs his keys and heads out.

—

you rub your eyes tiredly, the sunlight bright, and sit up. you turn to your right only to see that your boyfriend’s side of the bed is empty, again. you sigh in disappointment.

you’re about to get up when you hear three knocks on the door, and your heart leaps. “shin?”

his head pops into the doorway, and he smiles at you softly.

the rest of his body follows, along with a tray of your favorite breakfast foods and your favorite flowers. you gasp softly, and he lays it on the bed in front of you before sitting on the opposite side.

“you did this for me?” your voice breaks, and he nods.

“i’m sorry about yesterday. i should’ve remembered,” he says, and you shrug. “please let me use this day to make it up to you.”

teary-eyed, you nod, and let him kiss you.

“you better help me finish all this food first.”

akaashi

you and akaashi had a very sweet, familiar relationship

you always understood each other well

but lately, it was difficult for the two of you to find moments to be alone together

and the rare moments it happened, you’d end up arguing about stupid things like work

but both of you knew that it was only coming out of a place of love and missing one another

still, you were excited for your birthday

not as your own holiday, but as a day for the two of you to just relax in each other’s company :)

the first thing you do when you wake up is call keiji.

the phone rings a couple times before the voicemail sounds, and you sigh. he must be busy at work.

so, you send him a text instead.

keijiiii don’t forget about dinner tonight :)

you’d opted to order in for the night, wanting to relax in the comfort of your own home. your boyfriend’s been so busy lately; he’s probably tired.

the rest of the day is spent with you lounging around the house. you watch some movies and eat snacks, decked out on the couch.

you wish keiji were here to enjoy your day off with you, but you know his schedule can get busy. still, it’d be nice to have him around.

you check your phone. he hasn’t responded.

you decide to order at around 5 pm, hoping that keiji will be home by 6. you order from your favorite takeout place that he knows you love and wait some more.

the food comes at 5:48, and you thank the delivery person before setting it on the table.

you begin another movie at 6:12.

you check your phone at 9:22. there’s still no response.

you finally decide to call him at 11:47. he doesn’t pick up, and you groan, irritated.

the door finally opens at 12:39, and you scoff.

“hi,” he mumbles, setting his things down on the couch. you glare at him. “what?”

“where have you been?”

he stares at you blankly. “work..?”

you huff. “did you forget about dinner, or did you just decide not to come?” you say pointedly, crossing your arms over your chest.

he looks at you for a minute before his eyes widen. “shit. i’m sorry, baby. i totally forgot.”

you shake your head. “keiji, you’re not trying hard enough.” he tilts his head at you, brows furrowed.

“look, i know i messed up, but you have no idea how hard i’m working, okay?”

your heart sinks. he doesn’t even know it’s your birthday.

“i miss my boyfriend! i miss you so much, and you don’t even care,” you say sadly, and he huffs.

“it’s not my problem, okay? i don’t have time—” he pauses, sighing.

“you don’t have time... for me.”

he shakes his head. “that’s not what i meant,” he tries, but you’re already standing up and leaving, shutting the bedroom door behind you.

akaashi puts his head in his hands and sighs. you’re completely right, and he knows it. he hasn’t been trying hard enough.

but his current period of reflection is interrupted by a loud knocking on the door, and he stands up to open it. he blinks in surprise.

“bokuto?”

the grey-haired man beams, waving at his friend happily.

“akaashi!”

“it’s nice to see you. what are you doing here?” he asks, and bokuto holds out a small bag. it’s pink and blue, and there’s a little tuft of tissue paper sticking out of it. akaashi blinks.

“it’s for y/n! i know it’s their birthday today, and i couldn’t get anything super fancy or anything, but i figured this was the least i could do for a friend!” he explains, taking keiji’s palm and putting the gift in it. “anyways, tell em i came by!” he grins, taking off before akaashi can even say anything.

he stands in the doorway for a good minute, pulse completely still.

...birthday?

oh god. fuck.

and then he’s running into the kitchen and flipping the calendar open, hastily searching for the date. and there it is: your birthday. guilt crashes into him like a wave, and he finds it hard to breathe.

you walk out of the bedroom sniffling, and pause at seeing him. he looks at you guiltily, and you push past him to fill your glass with water. he tries to find the words to say to you that will make everything better, but nothing comes up. but when you move past him again, panic surges through his veins, and he reaches for your wrist.

“wait! please,” he stops you, and you refuse to look at him. “i... i didn’t know...” he trails off, and you huff.

“i know you didn’t. that doesn’t change anything.”

“i know! i just... fuck. you were so right. about everything,” he says, head bowed in shame. “i haven’t been trying hard enough to be the partner that you deserve.”

at that, you look up at him, and his heart breaks again. your eyes are filled with tears, and he hates himself for making them that way.

“all i wanted was for you to show up,” you mumble, voice shaky, and keiji sighs.

“i know. i’m so sorry, baby. i never wanted to make you feel like you weren’t important to me.” reluctantly, you nod, and let him pull you into his chest. “do you think i could have another chance?” he asks nervously, swallowing when you hesitate.

but then you’re looking up at him, a hint of a smile on your lips. “maybe,” you murmur, and he laughs. “but don’t mess it up this time, or else.”

he kisses your nose. “you got it.”

tsukishima

tsukishima never liked to admit it, but he cared for you more than anything in the world

he wasn’t keen on big gestures, but he loved to do little things for you, hoping you wouldn’t catch him in the act

every year on your birthday, he tried to make it the best day he possibly could for you

and while he wasn’t the best at showing it, you knew he cared, and that was enough

sometimes he pulled away from you, getting swept up in his own life and becoming too busy to pay any mind to your relationship

you knew that it was just a part of your relationship that you had to accept, but you still missed his presence terribly

but with your birthday coming up, you knew he wouldn’t miss it

he refused to make a big deal about it, but you knew he could never forget

you smile brightly, arms stretching out in front of you.

you check the time. 9:33. you sigh happily, well rested and ready for the day. you get up and get dressed, putting on your favorite pair of comfy pants and an oversized tee.

you look for your boyfriend around the house, but it appears that he isn’t home.

“kei?” you call. no answer.

you shrug. you figure you’ll be fine without him, free to do your own thing while he’s gone.

you decide to do some shopping. you go out to the grocery store first, picking up some extra snacks and drinks, and then to the mall. you pick out some new clothes for yourself and walk around.

you sigh, checking your phone for any sign of a text. you feel great having some time to yourself, but part of you wishes he was here with you.

you pass by a vintage record shop on the way out, gasping at all the artifacts and vinyls they offer. you spot a polished wooden record player and you swear your heart stops upon seeing it. you take a picture and send it to kei, along with a look what i found at the mall!

you come home in the afternoon, setting your bags on the counter and putting your snacks away. you decide to check your phone again, frowning upon seeing your empty inbox.

let’s have dinner !! you send, hoping he’ll see it.

you groan, laying yourself out on the couch. you’d kind of hoped your birthday would be more eventful.

still, you grab some blankets and turn on the tv, scrolling through your options. you end up settling on rewatching one of your favorite shows, settling in and starting the episode.

you’re halfway through the fourth episode when you look at the clock, huffing. 8:02.

two hours later, you give up any hope that you had for dinner. you’re hurt, not only that he probably forgot, but that he hasn’t even bothered to talk to you at all today.

it’s around midnight when he finally shows up. he sits down on the couch next to you. you scoff, and he stares at you, buried under a pile of blankets with wrappers everywhere.

“what’s with... all of this?” he asks, gesturing to the mess. you sneer, and he tilts his head. “what?”

“like you care,” you mumble, and he scoffs.

“what’s your problem? i literally just got home, and now you’re picking a fight with me for no reason?”

you gape at him incredulously, hurt and anger bubbling up in your chest. “seriously? i can’t believe you.”

he glares at you. “i didn’t even fucking do anything. can you stop scolding me for two seconds?” then he’s turning away from you, shaking his head disbelievingly.

“maybe if my own boyfriend hadn’t forgotten about my birthday, i wouldn’t be so upset,” you mutter, voice eerily calm and a little shaky. he turns to look at you slowly, blood turning to ice.

“what?”

you’re not looking at him, eyes glued to the television screen. it’s then that he sees them filling up with angry tears, lip wobbling.

panic starts to rise in his gut, and his mind races as he tries to remember what day it is. when he does, his heart stops.

he tries to find the words to say that will make everything better, but like always, he comes up blank.

“are you gonna say anything?” you sneer, gaze still averted.

tsukishima sits there in silence, swallowing shamefully. he knows he should apologize. he knows he should tell you how much he loves you and he knows he should beg you to forgive him. but nothing comes out.

the ending credits roll around, and you stand up, shutting the tv off and walking past him.

he starts to panic. “wait. wait, we can talk about this, okay? don’t—”

the door slams, and he mentally curses at himself.

he knows that you have every right to be upset with him. he’s been treating you terrible lately, and he knows it.

fuck. if he had just spoken up, maybe you wouldn’t have shut him out. he’s never been good with words, and he wishes he could just show you instead.

a new idea forms in his head, and he takes his phone out, determined to make things right.

—

for once, you’re not woken up by the sun. instead, you’re woken up by the steady rhythm of your favorite song. the melody, already engraved into your memory, plays softly, and you smile softly. you open your eyes and sit up.

but... you think. where is it coming from?

you venture out into the living room, the music getting louder, and then into the kitchen. and then, you’re pretty sure you’ve stopped breathing.

there, sitting on the counter, is the vintage wooden record player you’d awed over just yesterday. you run your fingers over the polished wood, inspecting it carefully, eyes wide.

you stare at the record it’s playing. you laugh. it’s your favorite song, one you think you’ll never grow tired of.

and beside the new record player is a tray full of your favorite foods, the aroma making your stomach growl. below the plate is a yellow sticky note.

i love you. i’m sorry.

your chest aches, and hot tears prick at the back of your eyes. you squeeze them shut, clutching the note to your chest.

“i wasn’t sure if this was the one you wanted, or...” kei mumbles from behind you, and you turn around sharply. “i just wanted to show you that... shit,” he whispers, eyes widening at the sight of your tears. “did i—” but you don’t let him finish, throwing your arms around his neck.

you feel his hands hesitating at your waist, and squeeze him tight until he gets the hint.

“i forgive you,” you whisper, and he nods, relieved. he pulls away and looks at you.

“i know i don’t tell you enough, but i love you. so much. and what i did was shitty, so... yeah. i’m sorry,” he mumbles, obviously uncomfortable, and you huff, reaching up to flick his cheek. he catches your hand before you can, kissing the tips of your fingers tenderly. you giggle.

“words are overrated anyway.”

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LEVI X READER FLUFF

Midnight therapy

You laid alone in your bed, the silence keeping you awake. Usually when you couldn't sleep you would sneak into the captains room or he would join you until you fell asleep in his arms but you were unable to spend time together tonight due to the corporal having a late meeting with Erwin.

You and levi never got much free time together. You both had hard training most days and when you weren't learning new tactics or fighting titans you were cleaning, looking after your horses, doing chorses or had your head buried in a endless tower of paperwork. On top of that, you and Levi agreed to keep your relationship a secret so you had to deal with Levi treating you like he treated everyone else, you didn't mind though. After all, that was the man you fell hard for. Sometimes it was frustrating not being able to show the world how much he meant to you or show how proud you were to call him yours but Levi never was a lovey person and hated being spoken about so it was for the best that it stayed a secret.

Sighing, you threw your legs over the edge of the mattress and pulled yourself out of bed, hoping a little stroll would make you feel more relaxed. You grabbed the gray jumper that was laying at the end of your bed and pulled it on, the soft material instantly making you feel more settled. The jumper actually belonged to Levi, it was a small gift you brought him as a Christmas present and he'd worn it every time he spent hours sitting up late at his desk and the rare occasions you two got to just hold each other and relax. Grabbing a hair tie, you pulled your soft h/c hair up into a messy bun before tuning your doorknob and walking out.

The hallways were silent, dimly lit by the flames of the torches evenly spread out on the wall. The stone floor was sharp on your bare feet, pinching at your skin with every step as you made your way to the kitchen, tucking your hands into the baggy hoodie to stop them from getting cold.

You passed a few doors to the other cadets rooms, a small smile tugging at your lips as you realised they were all peacefully sleeping with full bellies and warm blankets. Since dating Levi, you've learnt to appreciate the small things alot more. You were even greatful for the air you breathed.

while you took the final corner, you noticed a dark figure sitting on the floor. A frown of confusion appeard on your face as you stepped closer, trying to make see any sort of outline of what was leaning against the wall. The orange flickers on the wall were just bright enough to catch two steal eyes and a sword that was clearly dropped to the side.

"Levi?" Your frown softened as you crouched down next to the male, worry soon taking over any confusion you had. "Whats wrong?" You questioned, noticing the sorrow in your boyfriends eyes. His face remained expressionless like always but that look in his eyes broke your heart.

Gently caressing your captains cheek, he leaned into your touch, his grey eyes not leaving the wall infront of him. Levi let out a sigh, his chest heavy and his heart aching. It took a few slow minutes before the raven haired finally spoke up.

"Its my fault..." he spoke quietly, his voice filled with guilt. You sat yourself down beside the male, crossing your legs as you gently rubbed your boyfriends soft cheek.

"Whats your fault?" You asked in a soft and patient tone. This wasn't the first time you'd seen Levi breaking down but it was the first time you've found him sat alone outside his office looking utterly broken.

"Their deaths... everyone's deaths..." he answered, the guilt in his voice growing stronger. "All of these people, they wouldn't be hurting so much if I did a better job at protecting them!" Levis voice started to raise as his fists clenched, his face now wearing a deep frown as he fought back a sob. "All these deaths, all these tears, all this pain... all of this because I ordered them to fight..."

Your e/c eyes widened as you listened closely to every word that left your boyfriends lips.

He was blaming himself...

Your heart tensed as your eyes shifted down to his balled fists. You could tell he was angry at himself for letting his soldiers die but deep down everyone knew it wasn't anyones fault. As much as it hurt, it was part of the war...

Frowning softly, you cupped both his cheeks in your hands and gently tilted his head so he was facing you, your e/c orbs locking with his darkened ones.

"Levi, listen to me..." you ordered in a quiet whisper, pushing yourself off the floor with your legs and moving your smaller body onto the captains, gently sitting yourself down on his lap. Levi looked at you with saddened eyes, just waiting for you to keep talking. "This. None of this is your fault. " moving your face a little closer to his, he gently rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as you held his face. "Everyone that died, died fighting, just like you and I are... even if you told them not to, even if you ordered everyone to stay underground, they would have been by your side fighting for their lives and their lost ones." You reminded him, every word gentle and comforting to the males ears. "Don't beat yourself up over things you can't control." You whispered, tucking Levis bangs behind his ears.

Letting out a defeated sigh, your boyfriends eyes slowly opened, revealing the beautiful gray orbs you loved staring into.

"Thank you..." he mumbled quietly, glancing into your eyes and taking a moment to admire the way the flickers from the flames made them shine. The corners of your lips turned up into a small smile as you let yourself get lost in your boyfriends eyes, both of you enjoying the comfortable silence.

You were glad you managed to cheer the boy up but that wasn't enough for you. You wanted Levi to feel like he was in control of something.

The smile on your face grew as you reached for his hand, holding it firmly and standing up. Levi's eyebrow raised at your sudden actions, his eyes watching as you raised from his lap and lightly tugged his hand for him to do the same.

Levi didn't argue as stood up, picking his sword up from the floor before giving your hand a firm squeeze. The males small action made your heart flutter, it wasn't often  he showed affection outside the walls of your rooms or his office, it was the only place the two of you got any privacy. You never minded though, it was the only place you saw the real Levi. The Levi that didn't always need a strong front, the Levi that wasn't just "the captain" or "humanities strongest soldier." Just Levi Ackerman.

Dragging your boyfriend behind you, you headed back to your room, smiling to yourself as you felt the captains eyes on you. The walk back to your door was slower than before, taking in every second with your boyfriend. Levi was silent as he secretly admired you in the dim lighting. He hadn't failed to notice you were wearing the jumper you'd brought for him or the way your h/l, h/t hair was pulled up into a messy bun with shorter pieces pulled out at the front, shaping your face perfectly.

Arriving outside your room, you twisted the knob before opening the door and stepping inside with Levi close behind. Levi expected you to drag him to the bed like you usually did so you could fall asleep in ea hothers eyes but his eyebrow furrowed as he watched you head straight to your bathroom with a happy hum.

You came out a minute later with your box of cleaning supplies and a broom, a cheery grin on your face. Your room was dark but you could see the confusion on the corporals face as he watched you with a questioning frown.

"Turn the light on, Levi" you chuckled, placing the box of supplies on your unmade bed as the room lit up. Levis steal eyes widened as he scanned the room. Bed messy, clothes everywhere, shampoo bottles randomly dropped to the side, the bedside table draw half open and overflowing with more clothes.

Levi stood speechless, how did Levi Ackerman end up with a messy girlfriend?

"Cadet, you have a room inspection tomorrow." He stated coldly, his eyes shifting over to meet yours, your innocent smile earning a small scowl.

You couldn't stop the small chuckle that slipped past your lips at his seriousness. The captain side of him was starting to show and you adored it. Levi was alot softer when you were alone and he treated you like an equal but there were a few times he were unable to control it. After all, he was your captain and it was his job to make sure you looked after yourself and got all your chores done, that including your room.

"Well then I guess you'll just have to help me clean" you grinned, holding a cloth out to the older male. You hadn't planned to be cleaning at almost 1am but you worked out long before you and Levi started dating that he liked everything immaculate because it made him feel like he had some control in this messed up world. From starving outside completely alone to watching his friends lives get taken from them, watching others lose their loved ones only to be in that position a day after made Levi feel many emotions that he's now learned keep deep inside him. Levi spent most of his life feeling like everything around him owned him, controlled him, life went out of its way to hurt the boy as the years slowly worsened. Only after he earned the respect of others and his living situations got a little better did he realise he could control one thing- how everything looked. Was placed. Was dusted. He had spent years in dirt, watching the world slowly crumble but as soon as he walked though his office door to find everything exactly how he left it his shattered heart got reminded not everything was out of control and if he kept fighting the world could eventually go back to how it once was.

The captain gave you a "tch.", snatching the cloth and shoving it into his pocket. "You should know dusting comes last, brat. You have clothes all over the floor" he scolded as he pushed his sleeves up to his elbows. You rolled your eyes playfully, copying his actions before lightly falling to your knees and starting to pick up the clothes scattered all over your floor.

Levi crouched down beside you, picking up your shirts and laying them down on your bed. Not saying a word, Levi started to neatly fold each one, completely unaware you were watching his lips as a small smile threatened them. You smiled to yourself and continued picking up the items of clothing, placing them next to the neatly folded material. Levi glanced over at you, his smile soon disappearing. "Really?" The male sighed, realising just how much he had to fold. "When was the last time you tidied your room?" He questioned, his eyes narrowing making you look away from his intimidating glare.

"Last time you came here..." you admitted quietly, pulling the sleeves of your boyfriends hoodie back down and sinking into it as much as you could.

Levi rolled his eyes,  giving you another 'tch' as his eyes went back to folding your shirts and trousers. "That was almost two weeks ago." He spoke in his normal cold tone, adding another shirt to the pile. You stayed silent, feeling a little guilty as you watched his hands work. Everyone knew how much of a clean freak Levi was, was it selfish of you to let your room get this filthy?

Noticing your sudden silence, the raven haired rolled his eyes and pulled you closer so you could wrap your arms around his waist while he worked. "Maybe ill just need to come over more often to make sure you're actually doing your chores" he whispered in a much softer tone before placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. Smiling, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriends torso as he went back to folding, slowly working his way though the mountain of clothes you'd dumped on the bed. Your eyes fell shut as your head gently rested against his arm, a soft blush spreading across your cheek as your stomach filled with butterflies. Many people saw you as a strong, independent soldier with little to no weakness but just like levi, you were different around him. Levi made you feel safe and warm, he made you feel smaller and always reminded you not to have your walls up around him. He reminded you that better days were coming and it was okay to break down when needed, he reminded you how much he loved you with his whole heart. Even though your relationship was a secret and you didnt have much alone time together, he always left subtle gifts for you, took extra time to make sure your tea was perfect, he was always willing to stay up late just to make sure you went to sleep feeling loved. Ever since he asked you to be his girlfriend, he's always made sure your ODM gear was working before checking his own, made sure you went to bed with a full stomach and even brought you expensive shampoo on special occasions.

Once the final shirt was folded and added to the pile, Levi looked down at you half asleep on his arm. the small smile slowly came back as he carefully moved out of your grip, gently shaking you awake. "If im going to clean your room youre going to be keeping me company" he hummed, amused by the big yawn that left your lips followed by a tired whine.

"bu-" you started protesting but quickly got cut off by the handsome male "no buts. You're lucky i'm not making you clean." he stated simply, earning a huff from you as you plopped down onto the bed, crossing your legs with a tired smile "I'm very lucky, i have you." you mumbled under your breath, smiling to yourself.

Levi heard your comment but decided to ignore it as he picked up the pile of clothing and neatly put them away, his heart feelng warm. Levi wasnt one to make comments like that but he still appreciated yours, it was one of your cute little ways to show how much he ment to you. once your clothers were finally where they should be Levi started picking up the two random shampoo bottles you had clearly thrown to the side and a wash cloth, taking them to the bathroom and placing them uder your sink.

You heard more bottles being moved followed by the sound of scrubbing. Leaning over to peek around the doorframe, you saw your boyfriend scrubbing the counter, a smile spreading across your face as you noticed his content expression. Your eyes admired him happily, your chin resting comfortably in your palm as you sat there peacefully watching your captain work.

"what are you looking at, brat?" Levi spoke suddenly, cathing you off guard and causing your entire face to turn a dark shade of red.

"N-nothing!" you stuttered, looking away embarassed, your ears heating up.

Levi rolled his eyes playfully, letting out a rare chuckle as he folded the cloth and placed it next to the bottles before walking over to you, his body standing next to the bed.

"are you sure about that, Y/N?" he questioned, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "i could feel your eyes on me, brat" he whispered teasingly, a smirk tugging at the males lips as he felt the heat coming from your cheeks.

leaning back on the bed, you playfully pushed the boy away and shook your head. your e/e eyes locked with Levis grey ones, your blush slowly fading as you gave him a loving smile. The usually intimidating man returned your smile, leaning down and pressing his soft lips against your forehead.

you felt your heart warm as soon as his lips touched your skin, the butterflies now alot stronger.

Levi placed one more kiss on your face, this time on your nose before pulling away, earning himself a cute pout from you. "Leviiii come to bed" you whined, propping yourself up on one elbow as we went back to cleaning, now tackling your bedside table.

"if you weren't so messy id be able to" he replied, stripping the draw from all the items that were carelessly stuffed inside. letting out a huff, you sat up properly and watched, slightly embarassed by the state of everything. Levi had no complaints as he carefully oraginsed everything, taking the extra clothes and neatly putting them away, re-organising the paperwork you had been assigned and neatly placing it back into the draw before putting your hair brush, a few hairbands and a book he had brought you next to the pile of papers ready for you to just reach over and grab in the morning.

The male gave a small nod of approval at the now tidy draw before cloing it and scanning the room. Everything had been put back where it belongs, the only thing that needed to be done was the dusting.

you sat quietly watching Levi. You were glad he was feeling better, the captain had a habbit of blaming himself alot and you were the only one awear of it so whenever Levi would blame himself you made it your personal mission to cheer him up.

It wasnt long before evrything was dusted, everything freshly wiped down just the way Levi liked it. A smile pulled at your lips as Levi finally finished. Leaning back, you held your arms out for Levi to lay in. Turning his head to face you, Levi flicked the light switch before heading to the bed and collapsing in your arms.

You wrapped your arms around yoour boyfiend, feeling him lay his head on your chest as you gently stroked his hair.

"Thank you, y/n" he mumbled gently, tiredness finally hitting him. Your heart fluttered at his words, him confirming you managed to help the poor boy.

"youre welcome" you ehispered, just holding Levi close to you as you placed a small kiss to his forehead.

only 3 minutes passed before you heard the boys gentle breath pass his lips, his eyes closed and his whole body relaxing as he drifted off intoa peaceful slumber. You stayed awake for a while, just taking in the night you had with Levi. You were truly inlove with this man and just like him, you were willing to stay up extra late just to run your fingers through his hair or place small kisses over his face.

"I love you, Levi." were your final words, gentle and full of truth as you let your eyes close, falling asleep almost immediatly.

Kakashi Hatake | Reassurance

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader Warnings: some language, mentions of character death, Kakashi’s nightmares, blood mention Word Count: 1.2k

Nightmares were nothing new for Kakashi. As he grew older they didn’t happen as often, but they would be so vivid it was like he was back in those situations. His heart raced in his chest, tears threatening to spill as the images replayed in his mind.

He didn’t get much sleep after that.

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aaaa I'm so happy your requests are open!! ☺️ last time i checked it was closed. can i request a part 4 of forgetting their s/o's birthday for kita, bokuto, and tsukki!! thank uu sm, super love your blog !! 🥰

forgetting their s/o’s birthday

w/ kita, akaashi, and tsukishima!

part 4!

series masterlist here!

(a/n: here is the fourth part of my birthday series !! this one was a lil difficult to make for some reason but i hope y’all enjoy it !!

all three scenarios are set in the timeskip :)) happy reading everyone!

EDIT: ANON idk why i mixed up bokuto and akaashi PLS IM SORRY)

kita

every year, kita always made sure that your birthday was perfect

he’d plan out an entire day for you ahead of time and surprise you

even so, kita had become swamped with work

it was a lot, even for him

you knew that he took his work very seriously, and you wanted more than anything for him to succeed

but a lot of the time, that meant sacrificing your time together, and you missed it a lot

however, you knew that, just like every year, he’d set aside a day to spend with you

you yawn, stretching a hand out to the other side of the bed. it comes up empty, and you look over to shinsuke’s side of the bed. his side is completely made, blanket folded over itself neatly, and he’s nowhere in sight.

you sigh. maybe he’s just up early? you think, hopeful.

but when you search the rest of the house, calling for him, the only response you get is the sound of your own voice, echoing.

he could just be at the store or something, you tell yourself, and pull your phone out.

it rings for about half a minute before you’re met with his voicemail. you exhale, sending him a text instead.

hi baby :) where r u ? come home soon!!

you shut your phone off and look around. honestly, you’d expected your boyfriend to have taken care of everything today, as per usual. but with him gone, you’re quite bored.

you decide that today might be a good day to reorganize your clothing and do a little decorating while you wait. you’ve been meaning to do it, and now that you have a day off, you figure today is the best time.

you’re halfway through your dresser when you stop to check your phone. the delivered sits there awkwardly, and you sigh. you send him another text.

shin, are you gonna be home soon?

you put your phone down and take out your shirts, going through them next.

it’s already almost dinnertime when you stop again, staring at the mess around you. you pick up your phone for the nth time and check to see if he’s replied. you brighten at seeing the notification, but droop after reading its contents.

no, sorry. have to stay a couple hours later today.

disappointed, you sigh. there’s no way he forgot, right? maybe he’s planning to surprise you?

you decide to stay up and wait for him to come home, starting on the living room cabinets.

you perk up at hearing the lock opening, and stand up. kita walks into the room and looks around.

he narrows his eyes at the mess you’ve made and sighs.

“what is this?”

you look around. “was just doing a bit of reorganizing, that’s all!” he stares at you.

“i stayed late at work. i wasn’t planning on coming home to this,” he mutters, passive aggressiveness evident in his voice. your heart sinks.

“i was just trying to—”

“just leave it. i’ll take care of it,” he murmurs, opening the cabinets. behind him, you stand there helplessly. that’s when it dawns on you; he did forget.

“you forgot about my birthday?” you whisper, barely audible.

“what are you talking about?” he asks, still turned away from you, and you shake your head, though he doesn’t see.

“never mind.”

kita scoffs, grabbing a movie case from off the ground. that’s impossible, he thinks. he’s never forgotten your birthday.

but all of a sudden, the dots connect, and he freezes. he remembers how he checked the date on his phone just this morning, paying it no mind the entire day.

he completely forgot about it this year. he can’t even comprehend how he missed your birthday, but somehow he did, and he doesn’t know what to do.

he turns around slowly to see you on the floor, head bowed, putting the rest of the cases into the cabinets. his heart sinks. how could he have forgotten?

shinsuke kneels down next to you. “hey,” he coaxes, voice quiet and guilty. “you don’t have to—”

“‘s fine. i spent the entire day doing it; i should finish the job, right?” you mumble, and he feels even worse.

he doesn’t know what to say, so instead he helps you put everything in its rightful place. you won’t look at him.

you stand up and leave without saying anything.

“wait—”

“i’m gonna get ready for bed now, ‘kay?” you tell him, false cheer tainting your voice, and he hates it.

and then you’re gone, and shinsuke wants to kick himself for disappointing you.

but he knows that simply sitting here and feeling guilty is not enough. so, he grabs his keys and heads out.

—

you rub your eyes tiredly, the sunlight bright, and sit up. you turn to your right only to see that your boyfriend’s side of the bed is empty, again. you sigh in disappointment.

you’re about to get up when you hear three knocks on the door, and your heart leaps. “shin?”

his head pops into the doorway, and he smiles at you softly.

the rest of his body follows, along with a tray of your favorite breakfast foods and your favorite flowers. you gasp softly, and he lays it on the bed in front of you before sitting on the opposite side.

“you did this for me?” your voice breaks, and he nods.

“i’m sorry about yesterday. i should’ve remembered,” he says, and you shrug. “please let me use this day to make it up to you.”

teary-eyed, you nod, and let him kiss you.

“you better help me finish all this food first.”

akaashi

you and akaashi had a very sweet, familiar relationship

you always understood each other well

but lately, it was difficult for the two of you to find moments to be alone together

and the rare moments it happened, you’d end up arguing about stupid things like work

but both of you knew that it was only coming out of a place of love and missing one another

still, you were excited for your birthday

not as your own holiday, but as a day for the two of you to just relax in each other’s company :)

the first thing you do when you wake up is call keiji.

the phone rings a couple times before the voicemail sounds, and you sigh. he must be busy at work.

so, you send him a text instead.

keijiiii don’t forget about dinner tonight :)

you’d opted to order in for the night, wanting to relax in the comfort of your own home. your boyfriend’s been so busy lately; he’s probably tired.

the rest of the day is spent with you lounging around the house. you watch some movies and eat snacks, decked out on the couch.

you wish keiji were here to enjoy your day off with you, but you know his schedule can get busy. still, it’d be nice to have him around.

you check your phone. he hasn’t responded.

you decide to order at around 5 pm, hoping that keiji will be home by 6. you order from your favorite takeout place that he knows you love and wait some more.

the food comes at 5:48, and you thank the delivery person before setting it on the table.

you begin another movie at 6:12.

you check your phone at 9:22. there’s still no response.

you finally decide to call him at 11:47. he doesn’t pick up, and you groan, irritated.

the door finally opens at 12:39, and you scoff.

“hi,” he mumbles, setting his things down on the couch. you glare at him. “what?”

“where have you been?”

he stares at you blankly. “work..?”

you huff. “did you forget about dinner, or did you just decide not to come?” you say pointedly, crossing your arms over your chest.

he looks at you for a minute before his eyes widen. “shit. i’m sorry, baby. i totally forgot.”

you shake your head. “keiji, you’re not trying hard enough.” he tilts his head at you, brows furrowed.

“look, i know i messed up, but you have no idea how hard i’m working, okay?”

your heart sinks. he doesn’t even know it’s your birthday.

“i miss my boyfriend! i miss you so much, and you don’t even care,” you say sadly, and he huffs.

“it’s not my problem, okay? i don’t have time—” he pauses, sighing.

“you don’t have time... for me.”

he shakes his head. “that’s not what i meant,” he tries, but you’re already standing up and leaving, shutting the bedroom door behind you.

akaashi puts his head in his hands and sighs. you’re completely right, and he knows it. he hasn’t been trying hard enough.

but his current period of reflection is interrupted by a loud knocking on the door, and he stands up to open it. he blinks in surprise.

“bokuto?”

the grey-haired man beams, waving at his friend happily.

“akaashi!”

“it’s nice to see you. what are you doing here?” he asks, and bokuto holds out a small bag. it’s pink and blue, and there’s a little tuft of tissue paper sticking out of it. akaashi blinks.

“it’s for y/n! i know it’s their birthday today, and i couldn’t get anything super fancy or anything, but i figured this was the least i could do for a friend!” he explains, taking keiji’s palm and putting the gift in it. “anyways, tell em i came by!” he grins, taking off before akaashi can even say anything.

he stands in the doorway for a good minute, pulse completely still.

...birthday?

oh god. fuck.

and then he’s running into the kitchen and flipping the calendar open, hastily searching for the date. and there it is: your birthday. guilt crashes into him like a wave, and he finds it hard to breathe.

you walk out of the bedroom sniffling, and pause at seeing him. he looks at you guiltily, and you push past him to fill your glass with water. he tries to find the words to say to you that will make everything better, but nothing comes up. but when you move past him again, panic surges through his veins, and he reaches for your wrist.

“wait! please,” he stops you, and you refuse to look at him. “i... i didn’t know...” he trails off, and you huff.

“i know you didn’t. that doesn’t change anything.”

“i know! i just... fuck. you were so right. about everything,” he says, head bowed in shame. “i haven’t been trying hard enough to be the partner that you deserve.”

at that, you look up at him, and his heart breaks again. your eyes are filled with tears, and he hates himself for making them that way.

“all i wanted was for you to show up,” you mumble, voice shaky, and keiji sighs.

“i know. i’m so sorry, baby. i never wanted to make you feel like you weren’t important to me.” reluctantly, you nod, and let him pull you into his chest. “do you think i could have another chance?” he asks nervously, swallowing when you hesitate.

but then you’re looking up at him, a hint of a smile on your lips. “maybe,” you murmur, and he laughs. “but don’t mess it up this time, or else.”

he kisses your nose. “you got it.”

tsukishima

tsukishima never liked to admit it, but he cared for you more than anything in the world

he wasn’t keen on big gestures, but he loved to do little things for you, hoping you wouldn’t catch him in the act

every year on your birthday, he tried to make it the best day he possibly could for you

and while he wasn’t the best at showing it, you knew he cared, and that was enough

sometimes he pulled away from you, getting swept up in his own life and becoming too busy to pay any mind to your relationship

you knew that it was just a part of your relationship that you had to accept, but you still missed his presence terribly

but with your birthday coming up, you knew he wouldn’t miss it

he refused to make a big deal about it, but you knew he could never forget

you smile brightly, arms stretching out in front of you.

you check the time. 9:33. you sigh happily, well rested and ready for the day. you get up and get dressed, putting on your favorite pair of comfy pants and an oversized tee.

you look for your boyfriend around the house, but it appears that he isn’t home.

“kei?” you call. no answer.

you shrug. you figure you’ll be fine without him, free to do your own thing while he’s gone.

you decide to do some shopping. you go out to the grocery store first, picking up some extra snacks and drinks, and then to the mall. you pick out some new clothes for yourself and walk around.

you sigh, checking your phone for any sign of a text. you feel great having some time to yourself, but part of you wishes he was here with you.

you pass by a vintage record shop on the way out, gasping at all the artifacts and vinyls they offer. you spot a polished wooden record player and you swear your heart stops upon seeing it. you take a picture and send it to kei, along with a look what i found at the mall!

you come home in the afternoon, setting your bags on the counter and putting your snacks away. you decide to check your phone again, frowning upon seeing your empty inbox.

let’s have dinner !! you send, hoping he’ll see it.

you groan, laying yourself out on the couch. you’d kind of hoped your birthday would be more eventful.

still, you grab some blankets and turn on the tv, scrolling through your options. you end up settling on rewatching one of your favorite shows, settling in and starting the episode.

you’re halfway through the fourth episode when you look at the clock, huffing. 8:02.

two hours later, you give up any hope that you had for dinner. you’re hurt, not only that he probably forgot, but that he hasn’t even bothered to talk to you at all today.

it’s around midnight when he finally shows up. he sits down on the couch next to you. you scoff, and he stares at you, buried under a pile of blankets with wrappers everywhere.

“what’s with... all of this?” he asks, gesturing to the mess. you sneer, and he tilts his head. “what?”

“like you care,” you mumble, and he scoffs.

“what’s your problem? i literally just got home, and now you’re picking a fight with me for no reason?”

you gape at him incredulously, hurt and anger bubbling up in your chest. “seriously? i can’t believe you.”

he glares at you. “i didn’t even fucking do anything. can you stop scolding me for two seconds?” then he’s turning away from you, shaking his head disbelievingly.

“maybe if my own boyfriend hadn’t forgotten about my birthday, i wouldn’t be so upset,” you mutter, voice eerily calm and a little shaky. he turns to look at you slowly, blood turning to ice.

“what?”

you’re not looking at him, eyes glued to the television screen. it’s then that he sees them filling up with angry tears, lip wobbling.

panic starts to rise in his gut, and his mind races as he tries to remember what day it is. when he does, his heart stops.

he tries to find the words to say that will make everything better, but like always, he comes up blank.

“are you gonna say anything?” you sneer, gaze still averted.

tsukishima sits there in silence, swallowing shamefully. he knows he should apologize. he knows he should tell you how much he loves you and he knows he should beg you to forgive him. but nothing comes out.

the ending credits roll around, and you stand up, shutting the tv off and walking past him.

he starts to panic. “wait. wait, we can talk about this, okay? don’t—”

the door slams, and he mentally curses at himself.

he knows that you have every right to be upset with him. he’s been treating you terrible lately, and he knows it.

fuck. if he had just spoken up, maybe you wouldn’t have shut him out. he’s never been good with words, and he wishes he could just show you instead.

a new idea forms in his head, and he takes his phone out, determined to make things right.

—

for once, you’re not woken up by the sun. instead, you’re woken up by the steady rhythm of your favorite song. the melody, already engraved into your memory, plays softly, and you smile softly. you open your eyes and sit up.

but... you think. where is it coming from?

you venture out into the living room, the music getting louder, and then into the kitchen. and then, you’re pretty sure you’ve stopped breathing.

there, sitting on the counter, is the vintage wooden record player you’d awed over just yesterday. you run your fingers over the polished wood, inspecting it carefully, eyes wide.

you stare at the record it’s playing. you laugh. it’s your favorite song, one you think you’ll never grow tired of.

and beside the new record player is a tray full of your favorite foods, the aroma making your stomach growl. below the plate is a yellow sticky note.

i love you. i’m sorry.

your chest aches, and hot tears prick at the back of your eyes. you squeeze them shut, clutching the note to your chest.

“i wasn’t sure if this was the one you wanted, or...” kei mumbles from behind you, and you turn around sharply. “i just wanted to show you that... shit,” he whispers, eyes widening at the sight of your tears. “did i—” but you don’t let him finish, throwing your arms around his neck.

you feel his hands hesitating at your waist, and squeeze him tight until he gets the hint.

“i forgive you,” you whisper, and he nods, relieved. he pulls away and looks at you.

“i know i don’t tell you enough, but i love you. so much. and what i did was shitty, so... yeah. i’m sorry,” he mumbles, obviously uncomfortable, and you huff, reaching up to flick his cheek. he catches your hand before you can, kissing the tips of your fingers tenderly. you giggle.

“words are overrated anyway.”

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