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[awlumii]

Telling spidey!Kazuha how annoying he is, how you didn’t sign up for this, and all that when he teases you too much. Obviously, it’s lighthearted, and you expect him to laugh it off, but instead he tells you “My other doctor isn’t this mean. Perhaps you could learn a thing or two from them.”

You pause instantly. Other doctor? He’s joking, surely. You look up at him, and can feel the waves of amusement rolling off him. He’s just doing this to rile you up, you tell yourself. But you can’t deny the lingering feeling of jealousy (and hurt?) as you move on to the next conversation.

"there, you're all patched up. now, out." you point to your balcony door with a frown. a petty jealousy sours your palate, makes you petulant and bitter. you don't want to show spider-man anymore of this side of you than you already have, so you try to get him out as soon as possible. when he doesn't move right away, your frown deepens. "what're you lingering for? does something still hurt?"

spider-man's shoulder sag a little and for a second, he looks like a wounded puppy. he places a hand over his chest where his heart is. "yes," he says. "right here. do you really want me gone that bad?"

you scoff. "can't fix that one, webhead. maybe try your 'other doctor'." you put the other doctor in air quotes, your voice turning saccharine sweet.

the vigilante is silent for just a moment too long. "...does the thought of me having another doctor upset you that much?" he asks.

"well, if you have another, then i don't see why you're having me do all the work." your face starts to burn. he's clearly onto you; you're just digging yourself into a hole at this point. "go have them heal that stupid little heart wound or whatever," you grumble. you start towards your room in an effort to escape this situation and your embarrassment. "i'm going to bed."

spider-man catches your wrist, stopping you. "now, perhaps my ears are deceiving me," he chuckles and pulls you in close, "but it sounds to me like someone's jealous. are you jealous, lovebug? is that it?"

you punch his arm just above where you'd bandaged him up earlier and relish in the small ow you get from him. "i am not. now let go."

"not until you confess."

"there's nothing to confess!"

"there's no shame in admitting that you're jealous, lovebug." he ponders for a moment. "okay, maybe a little. i'd laugh, but only a little, i promise. just admit it: you want to be my only doctor, don't you?"

you keep your face turned away from him. "...so what if i do? someone else could fuck around and kill you by accident, i dunno." your voice is small. "if it's just me, i know you'll be... safe, i guess."

spider-man pulls you into a hug and nuzzles your face with his own. the fabric of his mask is soft but annoying; you push him away, but to no surprise, he's stronger than you and uses it to his advantage to keep you in place. "you're so cute," he coos. he presses clothed kisses on your cheek and trails them down to your neck, speaking as he goes. "you just want me all to yourself, don't you? the feeling is mutual, lovebug; i won't share you with anyone in the whole world. got it?"

you shiver at the contact and groan at his playfulness. "fucking— quit it, webhead!" when he doesn't, you go limp in his hold. "fine, fine! okay, you win! would you stop?"

spider-man's laugh is damn near contagious. he backs off of you with his hands raised in surrender. "alright, alright, as you wish." he sighs, content. "you know i love you, right?"

your heart skips unwillingly. those damned words. "okay. whatever." you don't look at him.

he takes your chin in his fingers and turns your head so that you're facing him. he waits until you force your eyes on his mask and you can practically feel the warm smile he gives you. "i'm serious, pretty thing."

your eyes drift elsewhere. "i said okay. i love you too, or whatever." he can never know how much you mean it.

"that's my lovebug." he squeezes your cheeks and presses and clothed kiss on your nose. he's quick to leave you then, appearing by the balcony doorway in a flash. "i'll take my leave now. and don't worry, i'll tell my other doctor i have... previous engagements."

and just like that, he's gone, leaving you with your fingertips pressed to your forehead. a smile twists your face against your will. god, you like him so much. "fucking moron." you mutter to yourself.

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[awlumii]

"you were a little slow this time," spiderman says when you finally open your balcony door. you grumble at him while rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

it's october 31st. it's halloween night, but you're too tired to actually enjoy yourself. today's classes were exhausting and all you want to do now is hug a plushie and drift to sleep.

spiderman seems to catch up on your sleepy state; "you look like a little kid waking up from a dream," he chuckles, bringing a hand to mush your cheeks. he laughs again when you don't pull away, realising how tired you actually are, "can i come in, little one?"

you mumble something similar to a "don't call me that" and nod, moving a little to let him in and closing the door once he's in your living room. kazuha smiles at the slight smell of cinnamon coming from your kitchen. you did mention wanting to make cinnamon rolls on your own some time ago.

(he replied asking why you wanted to make yourself, since you're a cinnamon roll to him. you threw your brush at him in response, but didn't shoo him away when he hugged you, cooing at your cuteness and nuzzling his cheek in yours.)  

his eyes don't leave your figure as you waddle up to him, grasping his fingers in yours to tug him closer. "aren't you supposed to be on patrol?" you ask sleepily. "a lot of people do dumb shit on halloween.. be careful.."

spiderman smiles when you lean on his chest. "you always get affectionate when you're sleepy, lovebug," he hums as he wraps an arm around your waist, hugging you properly, "i thought i'd find you trick or treating around the neighbourhood, and yet here you are. was today tiring?"

"i'm too old for trick or treating, you know." you answer sleepily, humming under your breath as you cuddle up his chest. his suit is more comfortable than you thought. you could feel his heartbeat if you focused enough.

"sorry, you're just so tiny in my eyes that i can picture you looking for candies around the city." kazuha says through a laugh. you scoff a little, humming again when one of his hands starts caressing your head. spiderman feels himself smile at how vulnerable you look, trapped in his arms and close to falling asleep. he wishes he could steal you away and keep you somewhere only he knows.

and god, how much he wishes he could hold you like this without this mask on. if only he wasn't a nervous wreck everytime you and your friends came by, and if only he had a vague idea on how to approach you. it doesn't help that your friends usually order for you, either.

"do you still want me to go on patrol, lovebug? i'd rather stay here with you."

"i want you to stay, too. you can get that corner of the ceiling, make yourself a web and become my new roommate if you want. just don't let other spiders come around."

kazuha giggles at your words, cradling your face in his hands to squish your cheeks (and while you usually squirm away out of embarrassment, this time you whine and try to cling to his chest. again, he wonders how tired you actually are.)

"how am i supposed to leave when you're being so adorable, hm?" he murmurs over your lips, cursing the fabric covering his. his fingers trace them as you struggle to keep your eyes open, yearning to just tug him to bed and sleep.

"then don't," you say, leaning in his touch and pecking his fingers lazily, "stay the night. there's other people dressed up as spiderman, anyway."

for a second, kazuha is tempted to say no: like you said, a lot of people cause trouble on halloween night and he should ensure everyone's safety. on the other hand, a tiny voice in him reminds him of how much crimes decreased ever since he started being the city's vigilante. a lot of criminals almost gave up at this point, so.. he can take the night off, right? just for today.

oh, fuck it. his crush is asking him to stay the night and hell if he doesn't want to cuddle you to sleep.

"are you sure, lovebug?" he asks, tapping your cheek twice to wake you a little, "i can't promise i won't get cuddly once we get under the covers."

you scoff at him again. "cuddling is the whole point of having you sleep over, dumbass. and you're clingy in the daytime, too." your cheeks get warmer and you look away, mumbling a "not that i mind" that doesn't go unheard.

"say that again, cutie?"

"you heard me."

"i didn't."

"so your spidey senses only work when you want them to, huh?"

kazuha giggles again. seriously, you're too cute. "alright, you win," he smiles and although you can't see it, you can feel the cheeriness radiating from him despite your sleepy state.

you wordlessly entangle yourself from him and intertwine your hands together, guiding him towards your bedroom and turning the living room's lights off as you go.

spiderman stays quiet until he squeezes your hand: "can i make a request? to keep that one barista guy away?"

you sigh. you already know what he's going to ask.

"can i give you hickies?

"only if you behave."

"i love you so much."

"i said, only if you behave."

- hide and seek 💤 although i'm late for halloween

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[awlumii]

im seeing a lot of spidey!kazuha and barista!kazuha contrasts so i would like to add something, if i may?

imagine, you’re patching him up, and the usual red on your face is caused by none other than spiderman. the smooth words, the petnames, the gaze he rests on you, you couldn’t deny having a bit of a crush. but….you think about the kind barista you see every morning. how he turns his reddened face away when you compliment him, the small compliments he gives back, his laughter. kazuha. you were so….conflicted. what would happen if the other finds out? both spiderman and kazuha you cared for.

“lovebug?”

you avoid his observant gaze and mumble, ”stop calling me that..”

“i just want to know why my butterfly is so down on a fine evening like this.” his head tilts and he pouts, much to your annoyance.

as much as you wanted to tell him, you stay silent. what could you say?

“it’s nothing. here, i’m almost done patching you up.”

you can feel the presence of a frown, and soon enough kazuha takes your hand and presses it to his masked lips. “lovely, i owe you my life, at this point. the very least i can do is listen to your worries and problems.”

your faces again reddens, and you turn away, hand still trapped in kazuha’s. a sigh leaves you before you mumble once again, “you do stuff like this…and then i’m the one who’s so conflicted between the two of you.”

“two of you? further details, please?”

you sigh, and you slowly look back at spiderman. you guess you’ll have to say something to figure this out. “i….there’s a barista in a coffee shop i like. his name is kazuha. kedehara kazuha.”

spiderman’s suddenly becomes stiff, and you cringe at the change, forcing yourself to keep talking.

“he’s amazing…he’s kind, he’s fun to be around, and i truly want to ask him out sometime…but i love staying with you as well, and i’m so nervous because i don’t want to hurt either of you guys, and i don’t want either of you to leave and become distant.”

you look down. you expect spiderman to be upset, or even worse leave. but what you hear instead is a soft huff, and both of your hands are taken by kazuha’s now. he sighs deeply, and his tone is soft (content, if you think about it hard enough).

“lovely, i don’t want this whole situation of me being here to interrupt your daily life. being with me would bring you danger, and i’d rather have you never met me than for you to become severely hurt because of me.”

he inhales sharply. the thought of you hurt makes him uneasy. he continues, “this..kazuha seems very sweet. i think you should definitely ask him out. i don’t think he would lose a treasure like you.”

his words run around your head. would he…

“would you leave if i asked him?”

kazuha immediately shakes his head. “i would never leave…” his tone changes from a soft to his normal, mischievous self. “…but i would have to cut down on the affection.”

you scoff. “thank goodness. i’m getting pretty tired of the embarrassing nicknames you come up with.”

kazuha laughs, and walks from the counter to your balcony door.

you ask him one more time. “will you come back?”

kazuha looks back. “when will i not?”

he opens the door, and once again zooms through the city. he smiles at your confession, and sighs. looks like he’ll have to tone down the flirting if he wanted to give kazuha a chance instead.

i now have a urge to share the spidey/barista!kazuha brainrot

-💪 anon

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[awlumii]

You stepped outside your tent to see Kazuha sitting a few feet away. The sun has just fully risen, and the scent and warmth of a new morning relaxes you completely.

You walk towards Kazuha and you can see the way he sits up straighter almost eagerly upon hearing your footsteps, and you can’t help but letting out a small laugh.

You sit yourself behind Kazuha and wrap your arms around his back, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Good morning, my star. Have you rested well?”

You hum in response. He turns his head slightly and you’re soon sharing a breath. No matter how enchanting the mornings may be, it’s nothing compared to your boyfriend. Kazuha presses a short, sweet kiss to your lips before he turns back around, focusing on the notebook and pen in his hand. you glare at him.

“That’s all I get?” You grumbled, and you can feel the laugh that bubbles out of him. “Patience, dove, there’ll be more later. We have all the time in the world, do we not?”

You smile, content with his words, and burry your face in his back. A few minutes pass filled with blissful silence between you two. The scratching of paper and the sounds of nature, the steady rise and fall of his chest, his warmth, him, you soak it all up. How lucky you are to be the one to hold him like this?

“What are you writing about?” You murmur.

“…I’m afraid I’ll have to keep that myself.”

You grin. He only refuses to show you his work when it’s incredibly sappy and romantic, which makes you all the more curious since it’s coming from him. You often joke around about him being able speak in flowers, which would earn you a glare or a blast of wind hitting your face.

“Is it about me?” You ask. Kazuha shakes his head. You brush your hand behind his ear and see the prettiest shade of red.

A burst of affection runs through you, and you find yourself pressing gentle kisses on the back of his neck.

Kazuha immediately tenses up, completely stopping him in his writing.“You’re distracting me, love. How do you expect me to concentrate on what im doing when you’re around?”

You snort.

“Do I make you nervous, Kazuha?” You ask cheekily.

Kazuha turns his head so that he’s facing you again, and you can see the embarrassment hidden in the small smile he gives you. He brings your hand that has been resting around his middle, and guides it to his heart. It’s so fast, you’re almost concerned.

“Very.”

hello good morning there's tears rolling down my cheeks rn÷*@;@&#;@#;

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[awlumii]

"i'm sorry."

he almost doesn't catch that: your whisper is almost inaudible among paimon's shriek as aether pokes her with raw fish. mona is sitting with fischl on the shore, trying to cheer her up, while xinyan is after the traveler's antics, giggling.

kazuha turns to face you, leaving the half chopped vegetables be. his eyes don't miss the way you're fiddling with your fingers, bandaged after the fight with the ronins you ran into during whatever happened this afternoon. the cuts were the first thing he noticed when you reunited on the last room, way too similar to the alcor he could call a home.

"i do not get what you might be referring to, love" he simply answers, walking closer to you (he hopes you dont mind the smell of tomatoes lingering on his hands), "mind clearing it up for me?"

you gulp, not daring to meet his gaze even when his fingers tentatively graze yours, something he does whenever he wants to comfort you - and it's ironic, since he should be the one feeling upset.

"i'm sorry for having to... listen, i guess? to your past. to... what you didn't want to tell me"

it's kazuha's time to sigh now, eyes closing as his fingers finally intertwine with yours - he internally grimaces as the feeling of bandages on your skin.

"the warmth of your heart never fails to amaze me, hummingbird," he muses quietly bringing your knuckles to his lips, but not pecking them, "why would you apologise as if you are the one who created such mirage? unless you're the mage, the 'alice' that the traveler and miss mona kept mentioning."

a small whine leaves your throat out of frustration while he brushes the back of your hands with small kisses: "it's not that. i just... feel like i accidentally crossed boundaries," you whisper back, squeezing his hands trying to grab his full attention, "i wanted to cover my ears but the voices kept coming from everywhere and i just-" you break eye contact, feeling shame crawl on your back, "i wish i could have avoided it. i thought holding onto you as we got transported inside the bonsai would separate me from the others but it didn't work. it feels like i was forced to acknowledge something i was not supposed to know."

you can't see the way he's looking at you and for the first time in your relationship, kazuha is glad about it. he blinks a few times, glad you can't see the glimmer of tears trying to spill out and waits a few moments before speaking, fearing that a wavering voice would betray him.

and he's speechless.

"come here, little one. come here, please" his hands leave yours just for his arms to wrap around your form, tugging you close, the closest he can manage, to him. nuzzling his face in your hair as you hide your face in his chest, he speaks again:

"you have nothing to apologise for, angel. it was.. how things were supposed to be, perhaps." a hand sneaks under your shirt, grazing your bare skin gently as kazuha tries to get even closer to you.

you protest, the sound muffled by the fabric of his clothes "but it's unfair, 'zuha. it's like you were forced to share your past even if you didn't want to. and- gods, even people you don't know well like mona and fischl got to see it."

"i believe a part of me is glad," he breathes out, "i'm glad i no longer have to tell you what is burdening me, and that someone did it in my place. although that someone was my past self."

he pulls away to look at you, a hand resting on your cheek. the way he's looking at you makes your knees weak.

"if anything, i should apologise for being such a hard person to love"

you break down. kazuha had always appreciated your sensitive side, even before you two started dating. he would rub your back after you cried sharing a sad story he heard during one of his travels, or try to cheer you up at the sight of your tears after a particular dramatic song yunjin would sing in your presence. but right now you're despising your weak self, wanting to be the one to protect him for once.

"that's- that's bullshit!" you sob out, covering the hand on your cheek with your own, "you are not hard to love! you are the most gentle soul i ever encountered, the most - the most beautiful person there could be out there. both inside and outside."

"you could even be the son of the cruelest tyrant and that wouldn't change anything! i just- see, i can't even put myself in words!"

that makes him laugh a little, although you can't sense any real humour coming from him.

kazuha doesn't answer, simply hugging you again.

"i love you," he manages to get out before you feel a sob shake his shoulders. and another as you kiss the crown of his head.

"i love you more than you will ever know, kazuha"

giggles nervously damn writers block is slapping me violently sorry if this is awful

i'm gonna fucking cry dawg, this is so 🥺🥺🥺

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[awlumii]

(first meeting with baristazuha me thinks; you're both panicking at literally everything)

there's a storm outside. kazuha thinks he's heard seven claps of thunder in the span of five minutes.

he flinches behind the counter and the teacup he's cleaning almost slips from his hands. he's glad his colleagues are busy in the kitchen doing god knows what.

actually, kazuha has a vague idea of it. they're probably kissing next to the oven. he's caught them doing it before, much to his embarrassment. he started knocking everytime after that. being trapped in the shop with two lovebirds is still better than being out there; the rain is loud and he can't catch a glimpse of outside because of the fog. it looks like there's infinite darkness behind the door, the ideal habitat of some sort of horror-movie-like monster.

that's why he jumps when someone opens the door and basically throws themselves inside. the first thing kazuha notices after realising that they're not some kind of slenderman is the blood rushing down their left knee, soaking the white sock peeking from their sneakers.

the second thing is the identity of the unexpected visitor. it's you. without any of your friends.

kazuha's breath catches in his throat, and the usual welcome he has to greet every customer with turns into a coughing fit. it's the very first time you come here alone and he's already panicking.

you raise your head, water trickling down your face as he coughs. your eyes get a little bit bigger and they look puffy.

"oh god, are you ok?" you blurt in panic before he waves his hands to reassure you. you can't know that the reason behind him almost chocking himself is the wave of shyness crushing into him: you mistake it for scaring him with your sudden entrance. your eyes get even bigger and panic paints your face.

"wait, are you closed?" you ask, clutching the door's handle tightly as you try to ignore the pain in your leg, "i'm so sorry, i was looking for a shelter and i thought that-" a very loud, probably the loudest thunder kazuha's has heard this evening, interrupts your ramble. the both of you almost jump out of your skin.

kazuha clears his throat and shows you a weak smile (that you mistake for annoyance while he's just panicking): "we're open," he says. his voice sounds hoarse. "you can stay here until the storm calms down, if you want. we'll probably do the same thing."

he mentally slaps himself for the if you want. who the hell would rather be outside in the rain, risking to be strucked by lighting?

you sigh in relief: "thank you so much. i'll leave when it calms down a little, then."

you take a wobbly step, probably meaning to sit to your usual table, but the pained expression on your face reminds kazuha of your leg. right. you're bleeding.

kazuha puts the teacup down in a rush and runs out to you, reaching out to grab your arm gently, slow enough to let you swat him away if you didn't want him to touch you.

"i'm okay," you try to reassure him with a small voice, which only worries him more. you try to take another step and you almost collapse. kazuha acts before he thinks and gently grabs your shoulders.

shame rushes on your face, "it really is nothing, i swear. i just- i just slipped on the way here," god, your voice got even smaller. you think you sound pathetic.

and you actually didn't just slip. you slipped and rolled down the wet road. you don't say it just to not sound even more pathetic.

"there must be a reason if you have troubles walking," kazuha says with a soft voice, guiding to the nearest seat. "do you have any more injuries?"

a dark bruise is probably forming on your lower back. your ankles hurt. you think both of your elbows are bleeding. jesus, how does someone gets so screwed up by just tripping on their own feet?

"no," you lie, "i- this is just a scraped knee, i swear, i just have a very low tolerance for pain."

kazuha's eyes fall on the small spiderman keychain hanging on your bag (a present from the vigilante himself) as you put it on the table, and he weakly bites back a smile. again, you get it all wrong and think he's trying not to laugh at you.

his soft gaze focuses back on you. your eyes are still red and puffy and he wonders if you cried after the fall or if something else reduced you in a crying mess. he wishes to cradle your face in his hands and murmur soft words in your ear, then remembers he's not wearing his suit.

"let me get the emergency kit," he says, stepping back to the counter and disappearing behind it, "scraped knee or not we should at least clean the wound."

you think he'll just give you the kit and go busy himself with dirty teacups, but he kneels down in front of you, soaking a cloth with saline solution and dabbing it on your skin.

you panic.

"i can do it myself, really!" you squeak, wincing at how your voice comes out,

"seriously you don't have to-"

"you're injured. please, let me."

now you're almost creeped out by his insistence.

kazuha avoids your eyes as he wraps a bandaged around your leg. he's trying to pay you back for all the times you patched him up.

the both of you stay quiet until he's done. he finally looks up from your legs and shows you a shy smile, the hint of a blush coming to his cheeks when he finds your own already pink.

"there you go, [name]," he says without thinking, realising his mistake when you go visibly stiff - holy shit, now you'll think he's a stalker, won't you?

he tries to save face, "you're a regular, it'd be pretty weird if i didn't remember your name. or your order.." his voice grows smaller as he talks, clearing his throat before adding, "you come with your friends, don't you? mona, fischl.. fischl and i both major in literature, too."

you hum slowly, not totally convinced. as the sky rumbles, kazuha wishes to be strucked by lighting here and now.

you stay quiet as you look inside your memory for any comment fischl might have made on him; she's talkative, always rambling about his lessons with mona and you. then, you remember. he really is one of her classmates. you even recall your name, surprising yourself.

"thank you," you say quietly, adding after a few seconds: "kazuha."

it's the first time he hears you say his name. he's so used to the grumbled "webhead"s, soft "spidey dummy"s and playful "bug boy"s that he never, never thought he would ever hear you say his name. it brings warmth in his face, but he's too caught up in his own head to care if you notice it.

thunder strikes again, but it's nowhere as loud as kazuha's heart.

- hide and seek sorry for sending so many things 😭😭 procrastinating algebra inspires me

i love him so bad. I LOVE HIMMMM SO FUCKIGN BADDDKDSBDBSHBEWJEBJDBDEN

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[awlumii]

you let out a sigh. and so did the person right next to you.

“…you’re lost in your thoughts,” kazuha says to you. he tilts his head a bit. “while i will not ask what it is you’re thinking of, i will ask if it is something you can, perhaps, confide in me with?”

“oh. um… it’s nothing serious, that much i can assure you.” you try your attempt at a smile. either it didn’t come out right or it wasn’t enough to convince him in the first place, but kazuha’s brows furrow a bit. “…you’re looking at me like that.”

“i can only assume how i look as of now.”

“like you don’t believe someone.” a pause. “…which you’re not wrong, in this case.”

he huffs a bit. “well, yes. i cannot trust that you are fine, even as you persist that you are, when you…”

kazuha soon falls quiet. at the sight of him like this, almost a bit crestfallen, a prick of a thorn pierces you, somewhere, with concern.

“…when i?” to coax the words out of him, as if to reassure him, you slightly tighten your hold on his hand. he comes out of his reverie in that very moment.

“…when you seem to be farther and farther.” his hand, too, intertwines with yours - a bit tighter, further in. “from me.”

kazuha then looks at you at the corner of his eye. it wavers. “this is a bit presumptive of me to say, yes, but… i do not wish for you to stray far from my side. go as far as you wish, of course, for this life is no one’s but yours and yours alone, but not so far that i cannot see you anymore.”

your breath hitches. no, it caught up in your throat completely

his words, bathed in the soft, shallow moonlight, left him with little to no hesitation - and if the look in his eyes wasn’t enough of something that comes close to proof of the truth to his words, then you don’t know what will.

“but you are,” he says, not above a whisper. he leans in a bit - his breath is close enough to brush the shell of your ear. and so it does. it sends a shiver. “you’re fading from me. you are lost in your thoughts, in your world - one of the few places that i cannot reach.”

…

(i swear that i was going to write about kazuha giving you kisses and all that sweet stuff,,)

i can truly feel the longing in kazuha's words... talk about a moving piece 🥺

#[ 📭 — incoming! ] #[ 💭 — thinking! ] #kazuha x reader #i'll let the lack of kisses slide this ONE TIME

[awlumii]

SPIDERMAN!KAZUHA WHO PUTS A RING POP ON YOUR FINGER ON HALLOWEEN, KISSES YOU, AND ZIPS AWAU RETURNING MINUTES LATER AS HIS BARISTA SELF AND GIVES YOU LIKE A PUMPKIN LATTE

this is still kinda med school student!reader to me, so i'd find it funny if you basically just

wait hold on. cause while i was typing idk why this just occurred to me. BUT

you're shadowing a doctor on halloween night. you'd much rather be out with friends, but instead, you're in scrubs running up and down the halls of the city's best and busiest hospital. at some point, you go on your break and decide to head to the roof for some fresh air. the city looks the same as always, but down below, you can see people in various costumes roaming the streets. you smile down at them and you're so absorbed in your thoughts that you don't hear the familiar thwip of the city's favorite vigilante swinging nearby.

fortunately, he sees you, so he swings by and lands close to you, scaring the actual shit out of you. "am i allowed to take a guess what you're dressed up as?" he jokingly asks.

you catch your breath and roll your eyes. "i'll give you two guesses."

"okay, um... angel."

"what a charmer," you scoff. his hearing shouldn't be good enough to hear how your heart skipped a beat just now. "cute, but no. you get one more guess."

spider-man shrugs. "i'm all tapped out. are you sure you're not dressed as an angel? you look like one to me."

you shove his shoulder and turn your face to the city below. "shut up."

he laughs, blissfully unaware of how he's making your face burn. "alright, alright. you're stuck working for the night, i see."

"so are you." you sigh. "i can count five more spider-men on the street below." you pause. "oh, wait. six. six more."

"you're funny, dove." spider-man steps a little closer to you. "are you not getting any candy tonight, then?"

it's your turn to shrug. "other doctors are giving some out to the kids in pediatrics, but i don't think i'm gonna have any." you hear the crinkling of a wrapper and turn to face spider-man. you see him holding a ring pop in his hand and you give him a lopsided grin. "you went trick-or-treating?"

"not exactly. there's a lot of spider-man costumes out tonight, so i guess they figured i was just one of many." he rubs the back of his neck. "a few people told me they were surprised at how good my costume was... i didn't have the heart to tell them the truth."

you laugh heartily. "so you unintentionally went trick-or-treating, got it."

spider-man holds the ring pop in your direction. "i've been giving the candy that i got to other people, and you're next on my list." he doesn't wait; he takes your hand and slides the ring pop on your finger. when you fluster, he chuckles. "think of this as thanks for your service."

you press your other hand to your flaming cheeks. "what, i save your life and all i get in return is a ring pop?"

spider-man sighs. "you're killing me here, songbird." he brings the back of your hand to his mask and... kisses your hand. of course it's through the mask, but... he kissed you. "will that suffice?" he asks.

you press your lips together and nod, not trusting your voice. "th-thank you, spider-man." you curse internally. "i appreciate it."

spider-man brushes his thumb over the back of your hand and gently lets you go. you pull your hand to your chest and keep it there. "and i appreciate you," he says in return. "i have to get going now. take care tonight, songbird."

you nod shyly. "you too. later, webhead."

the vigilante laughs and gives you a light salute before hopping off of the building and swinging into the night, leaving you with a smile on your face and a ring pop on your finger.

#[ 📭 — incoming! ] #[ 💭 — thinking! ] #....oh i'm down so bad. #IM DOWN HORRENDOUS.

[awlumii]

mean!kazuha with a sleepy reader? (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

i’d imagine that he’d be pretty soft but would still try to keep you awake by giving you love bites

🦤 anon

THE DEEP BREATH I HAD TO TAKE JUST NOW*@#$*#

you're so... stupid, kazuha thinks, for being so vulnerable around him. you do this often; you let your guard like he's someone you're supposed to trust with your wellbeing. he's not! he's told you as much before! why do you insist on putting so much faith in him? and sure, maybe he's overreacting. you're just dozing off — that's not a crime. but he could hurt you. he can hurt you. he should, a sadistic part of him speaks up.

...he won't. he can't. he could never. not seriously, anyways.

because at the same time, he could kiss you. he could pull you closer and hold you the same way he does in his dreams. he could love you... couldn't he?

kazuha looks your sleeping frame over once more. you're wide open — he'd tell you as much if you were completely awake. you would probably scoff and tell him to go to hell. that would be much more ideal than, say, you dropping your head on his shoulder.

kazuha flinches when you do. it's not like you two haven't been a little intimate before, but this... this is different. he's not sure he likes this much; he's thinking ridiculous things. he pushes you gently, his grip on you firm and unrelenting in hopes that you'll wake up. you don't, unfortunately; you go back to swaying while sitting up. he's getting desperate. what is it going to take for you to stay awake?

suddenly, he gets an idea.

he could hurt you like this, yes. it'd be so easy to leave you brusied, but he could also kiss you. he could be so gentle with you. or, his mind supplies, he could indulge himself a little and wake you up at the same time.

kazuha leans down and noses at your neck. you smell so nice... you jolt a little — perhaps that woke you up enough? it's a little disappointing, but--

instead of pushing him away, you tilt your head a little to give him better access. kazuha freezes. are you serious? he asks you as much and you sigh and tell him that he's tickling you and to get it over with. you still don't move away. still so vulnerable. he's going to make you regret this.

kazuha litters hesitant kisses on your skin. you sigh again, but still don't push him away. he nips you gently — you inhale sharply but still...

alright, he decides. since you're so okay with this.

in hindsight, kazuha recognizes that he may have gotten carried away. he starts small and leaves faint marks here and there, but when you bring your hand up to the back of his head, he changes it up. dark marks are left over the faint ones, painting your skin in a palette of reds and purples. surely you're awake, kazuha thinks at some point. you've hissed at him more than once to take it easy, but you didn't stop him. if anything, the way you're whimpering and tightening your grip in his hair is your way of telling him to keep going.

and who is he to deny you of what you want? of what you both want?

#[ 📭 — incoming! ] #🦤 anon #[ 💭 — thinking! ] #IDK WHERE THIS CAME FROM BUT I KNOW I HAVE TO STOP #I WAS NEVER HERE DKSJSJSNSND

[awlumii]

Here’s a snippet of snow prince!Albedo stuff I whipped up! I’m too tired to figure out how to open it, so it starts a bit abruptly, but… ah, well.

——————

“I should probably go now, Albedo,” you said, shoulders sagging a little in your disappointment. “I can’t stay here forever.”

Albedo frowned at this comment, the corner of his lip twisting downwards almost imperceptibly.

“Can you not stay a little longer?” he asked, moving closer to you and tightening his hold on your hands. You shook your head, making a half-hearted attempt to tear yourself away from him. 

“No, I… I can’t.”

“Why is that?” 

“Because there are people waiting for me,” you explained. “I can’t just abandon them out there in the cold.”

“You could,” he pointed out.

“Ha ha.” The look you sent him contained no amusement. At this, Albedo’s lashes lowered, and he mumbled something you would have missed had you not been so close.

“…Please? Stay with me.”

In that moment, the vulnerability in his voice almost made you want to drop everything and say yes, waltzing away into this wonderful fantasy of a man you had dreamed of since childhood. 

Almost.

“I can’t,” you repeated, softening your own voice a little.

His eyes snapped up to meet yours the next instant, their crystalline stare lined with subtle desperation.

And, under that gaze, you couldn’t help but wonder how long he had been alone for before you came. Years? Decades? 

Centuries?

…Spent all alone in a castle of ice, with nothing but butterflies and snow to keep him company.

No wonder he didn’t want you to leave.

“Why not?” he said. “You won’t grow bored: your needs will be tended to, and should you ever wish for companionship, I will be here, and I can always create sculptures of those you miss—“

“Albedo.” You called his name, gentle but firm in your tone. He swallowed. 

“I can’t stay here with you. I would love to, really, and I’ll visit when I can, but… I have responsibilities and people in the… real world who need me. I’m not about to give up on them.”

He looked away, lips pressed together in a firm line. “I see.”

He drew in a breath, composing himself before you once more, smoothing over the cracks in his facade. 

Then a smile crossed his lips, containing both understanding and a hint of wistfulness. 

“Very well. I won’t keep you here if you don’t wish to stay.”

You returned his smile with a fraction of your own. Then you slid your hands out of his own, preparing to leave. “Thank you. Now, I really should go…”

But as you turned around, the familiar touch of an ice-cold hand caught your wrist. Before you could react, Albedo spun you swiftly back around and took a step forwards.

Your lips met in midair. His were cold (as all parts of him were), but soft, too, and slotted over your own perfectly, as if handcrafted for this very purpose. He raised a slender hand to cup your cheek, pulling you further towards him still, as if even now there was too much distance between you. You relaxed into his touch, never having guessed it would be so easy to melt into something so cold. He must have sensed the release of your hesitation, because you felt a smile steal onto his lips as he drew out the kiss for even longer, deepening the contact until you felt you were drowning in a sea of ice and longing, but doing nothing to free yourself from the biting current.

There was something… pleading about the way he kissed you. A request— no, stronger. A beg. A plead for your love, for your presence, for your warmth. He was clingy, almost desperate for your closeness, as if he couldn’t bear to be alone any longer.

And yet, beneath all that was the knowledge that he could never keep you here, not really, and so these wordless, yearning prayers he sent out to you like the lonely, fading echo of a distant melody, must end.

The first to initiate, Albedo he was also the first to break away, and touched his forehead to yours as you regained your breath, a thumb skimming over your cheekbone. You could feel heat radiating off your face, and you had no doubt that he could feel it, too. 

“You may go now,” he said in a voice perhaps breathier than intended. 

You swallowed and nodded, trying to stabilise your trembling knees. You abruptly turned away, afraid that if you stayed for even a moment longer, you really wouldn’t be able to leave.

As you walked through the frost-lined hall, shoes echoing coldly against a smooth ice floor and ignoring the flush on your face, he called out from behind you,

“I look forward to seeing you again soon, snowflake.”

You sighed a chuckle, and your breath steamed in the frozen air.

“Very well, my needy prince.”

——————

It’s unedited and not particularly good, but… I did warn you about word vomit, so…

I need needy snow prince!Albedo content in my life.

(Also, I could send you a wip scene from my dark fairytale Cyno au should you be interested at all, but I’d rather you don’t reply to it publicly out of spoiler reasons…)

-🎻 anon

IDMSBWJDWJDDHJ[@@^÷>#;#;!;#^×[$;$ FFUCUKKKK FUCK JESUS AAAAAAAAAAAAA

#[ 📭 — incoming! ] #🎻 anon #albedo x reader #[ 💭 — thinking! ] #HEEEEEE HIMMMM #HEEEE IS SO SISBWHSHDVFSHBDEJBSHSBSDB #I AM DEFINITELY INTERESTED OHHH MY LORD

[awlumii]

"can i hold your face?"

kazuha opens an eye after your sudden request, eyebrows irked upwards in mock surprise.

the two of you are sitting down a tree, your face mushed against his chest as his bandaged hand rubs random shapes on your waist out of habit. he had been quiet the whole afternoon.

this "date" was neither of you's idea: qiqi requested to be taken to the playground, but since she was so little (at least physically) two adults were requested to watch over her. and now here you are.

you had mixed feelings about this whole fake dating situation. you would have never thought that kazuha of all people would be the one to smoother you in affections whenever you made a public appearance. all his fault, really: he jokingly told qiqi that you were dating on their very first meeting and for some reason it became one of the very few things she remembered.

"why do you call them little dove?" she had asked with furrowed eyebrows "they're not a bird". kazuha grinned innocently, ignoring your hard stare: "well, because i love your big sibling a lot. and when you really love someone-" you smacked his arm before he could continue.

qiqi had hummed. "you love them?" she asked.

kazuha let his eyes meet yours, feeling a fire rise inside him at the pleading gaze you showed him. leave her out of this, your eyes said. but he smirked, sneaking a hand around your waist to tug you closer, making you fall into his arms. "yes," he answered, "i love them so much."

at first, a part of you was glad that qiqi no longer expected you to get lovey-dovey with baizhu, but you soon realised in horror that she had replaced the pharmacist with kazuha. out of everyone, it had to be kazuha.

you don't think you're one of the gods' favorites.

(when zhongli heard you mutter it under your breath, he started a monologue about the relationship between archons and mortals.)

back to the present. you headbutt kazuha's shoulder when he stays quiet: "are you gonna answer or not?". he exhales loudly in response. "why the sudden request?"

"one of the very few qualities you have is soft skin. you're squishy."

"and what are the others?"

"you're good with qiqi. and a decent kisser."

he tilts his head to the side, lips turning in a smirk: "decent?" he repeats, amused, "if a decent kisser can make you sing like i do, then perhaps your skin is much more sensitive than i thought. i'll keep that in mind."

it's your turn to huff, heat already rising to your face. kazuha notices it immediately. he tightens his hold on your waist, tugging you closer.

"aw," he taunts in your ear, "is the little bunny getting teased by evil, mean kazuha?" he fakes sympathy, caressing your cheek gently, almost as if you could break - ironically enough, it seems like breaking you is his goal.

he doesn't stop there, not even when you squirm in discomfort: his hold gets even tighter. "oh, such a poor little thing you are, all trapped in my arms. who would you run to if you could, hmm? who would save you?"

you stay quiet, reluctant to start a fight you'll most likely lose when qiqi is a few meters away from you. just stay calm, you tell yourself.

kazuha doesn't like it. or maybe he does: you have no idea. he pecks your forehead lightly and tucks your head under his chin. the only thing you hear is your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

"did 'zuha went too far?" comes a whisper from above you, accompanied by a kiss on your head, "is the crux's sweet softie going to cry?"

ah. so that was the reason of today's taunts. you wonder if one of the reason he's obsessed with making you snap is your general attitude with pretty much everyone.

you're kind, you are warmth embodied. always willing to lend a hand yet careful of who to trust. your friends always bask in your comfortable embrace whenever they have the chance, qiqi deems you as the only one who can hug and squish her without her getting uncomfortable. you're not too naïve, but you are sickeningly sweet. you tried to be sweet with him too, only to be met with violence. and when you realised he's not as innocent as others think things got even worse.

you're not going to cry today. you're not a bunny - even if you were, he doesn't deserve you fluffiness. where the hell did he get that nickname from, by the way? little one was terrible enough (simply because he saw you as weaker and more fragile than him, and didn't call you such out of adoration). what else is he going to use? fucking kitten?

"off to your own world again, it seems," kazuha muses, bandaged fingers sneaking under your shirt to touch your bare skin: you jump at the contact. he moves his head and decides to nudge your nose with his in an almost affectionate gesture,

"you can't run away physically so you-" 

"run away mentally, yes. i don't like listening to you when you're like that."

"i thought you didn't like me in general."

"your behaviour changes every single day."

"and your favorite is when i just hug you and stay quiet, isn't it? you act tough but you're just a cuddlebug."

you sigh: "you're fucking weird, dude."

usually he chuckles whenever you curse, but today he bites your nose to shut you up. when you yelp a "gah!" in surprise he licks the red spot, making you squirm even more. so much, that you somehow free yourself from his grasp and fall on the grass. he wastes no time and starts a insufferable assault on your sides, pinning your arms on the ground with a hand.

qiqi hears your laughter and turns her head to you two, hands still patting the sandcastle she made for you (only you, she decided during the construction, because the leaf guy steals qiqi's place during cuddles.)

something weird tugs qiqi's frozen heart. you're laughing. leaf guy is smiling the way that doctor baizhu describes as fondly. and yet something in qiqi tells her to step in and tell kazuha to leave you alone. at the same time, she wishes for you two to keep being together and be the parents she never had. she decides whatever she's thinking is wrong, but still runs to you two to save him from his mischievous' hands.

oh, if only she knew how right she actually is.

- hide and seek back with meanzuha brainrot. PARTICULARLY with a soft reader who really just wants to get along with him.

AAAAAAAAAAA 💗💕💗💕💗💕💗💕💗💕

#[ 📭 — incoming! ] #hide and seek anon #kazuha x reader #SHRIEKING CRYING #I LOVE HIM SO BADDDDJDHEJDBDJ

[awlumii]

"are you afraid of spiders, lovebug?"

spiderman feels the fingers cleaning up his wound stop in their movements, and he can't help but stiffle a chuckle at the way your whole body freezed.

he's almost all patched up - he didn't even have many injuries that night, but you insisted on treating the small cuts scattered across his arms - but he doesn't want to leave you yet. spiderman wonders if he's getting too greedy, wanting to spend more and more time with you every evening.

behind the mask, kazuha smiles at his successful attempt to start a conversation - or at least, something similar to that. while you're usually cheery and even chatty with him, you're somewhat blunt with his alter ego - probably because he takes advantage of his anonymity and tries to press your buttons to get as many reactions you can give him.

you're just so cute to him he can't help himself.

he taps your wrist when you keep glaring at him in silence, "you're going to make me fluster if you keep staring at me like that."

"why do you ask?" you go straight to the point, and kazuha feels his smile grow wider. you're getting a little restless and it's amusing.

he wraps a hand around your wrist to keep it in place, and crawls his fingers up your exposed arms - trying to imitate a spider and relishing in the way you shiver before you try to swat him away:

"don't - i'm going to kill you, uglyass" you hiss when he reaches a particularly sensitive spot, shaking your arm to escape his touch.

spiderman laughs, letting go of your wrists (which you immediately bring in your lap) and wriggling his fingers in the air, "how do you think i stick to walls, bugaboo? i mean, my own name makes it clear."

kazuha almost melts at the way you squirm in your seat, whining something he doesn't catch and hitting his hands to make him stop, "don't remind me that!" you basically whimper, not noticing the way he catches your fingers in his, "and don't call me that, either. lovebug is already embarassing."

"oh, but i think it's very fitting," he hums:

"as a spider, my favorite things should be bugs, right? and you're my favorite bug."

"are you calling me worm? or worse, a cockroach?"

kazuha openly laughs at your unamused expression, tugging one of your hands close to his covered mouth to plant a kiss on your palm. you feel your cheeks burn at the action.

"i'm saying that you're a cute little butterfly. perfect for a spider's web," your face grows redder and he finally notices it: "oh, someone's getting shy, aren't they?"

you tug your hand away in a swift move, rising on your feet to get away from him as soon as you hear the mischief in his tone. the last time he said something like that he hugged you and refused to let go.

("looks like i caught a lovebug", spiderman had hummed in your ear, ignoring your surprised squeak and tugging you to his chest, "i think i'm going to keep them all for myself.")

kazuha is quick to follow your movements, probably thinking about chasing you and re-creating whatever that sort of cuddling session was.

"you're all patched up," you say nervously, "go home, will you? it's late - don't you have things to do tomorrow morning? didn't you say you go to college too?"

you're right. as much as he'd like to keep annoying you, spiderman is still a literature major.

kazuha sighs comically, raising his hands in surrender, "alright, i'm done pestering you. for the time being."

"define 'for the time being', please." 

"escort me to the exit, will you, lovebug?"

it's your turn to sigh, walking towards your balcony with spiderman trailing after you. he steps outside once you open the door; however, he plants a kiss on your nose before you can say anything:

"goodnight, pretty. don't let the bedbugs bite. or should i say bedspiders?"

you rush back inside and close the door with a loud thud. the glass muffles spiderman's laughter.

- hide and seek <3

AAHAAHWGSHWHDHHEW@?#&@&&$ 😭😭💕💗💕💕💗💗💕💗 I ADORE HIM SO MYCHDHHF PLEASE

#[ 📭 — incoming! ] #[ 💭 — thinking! ] #hide and seek anon #HE'S SO GOOFY AND STUPID AND I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM JSHSJSBDJSSHD

[awlumii]

can i ask what hugging spiderman and kazuha for the first time would be like? like, the first time you hug him.

i don't think it'd be a very happy affair...

so, the city broadcasts spider-man's fights against major villains — morbid as it may be, action sells, and the people always love watching the masked vigilante come out on top. it's not super rare to have your regularly scheduled programming interrupted by a fight.

but these fights are brutal, and it's not because spider-man is like the hulk. no, everyone watches as he basically gets ragdolled by these villains who get their hands on more and more dangerous weapons. he's one guy with a webshooter and a few gadgets here and there versus some guy like the rhino, a chemically enhanced moron in a thick polymer suit. sometimes, it doesn't seem like spider-man stands a chance. but thankfully, he's quick on his feet — quicker than most — and his brain saves him 98% of the time.

(the other 2% would be the times when he's severely concussed. there's never anything mild about his injuries when he's up against major villains.)

so maybe one night, you're watching one of these fights with bated breath. spider-man has told you once before that he's camera shy — you'd laugh about it right now if not for the fact that you just watched the remains of a building collapse on top of him. the fight ends eventually; the villain goes down after a lengthy battle and spider-man swings away after giving the police any information he had, and the cameras lose sight of him. "where does he go when he's finished?" they ask every time.

only you know the answer to that question.

within minutes, spider-man is on your balcony with his hand raised to rap his knuckles on the glass. you don't give him the chance, instead tearing open the door and flinging your arms around him as tightly as you can without hurting him.

"whoa there, lovebug," spider-man coughs, "what's got you so clingy tonight?" with how close you've pressed yourself to his chest, you can probably hear his heart racing.

if you do though, you don't comment on it. you shake your head, but don't look at him. "i thought you--" you cut yourself off. you loosen your grip but don't let go.

kazuha puts the pieces together quickly. he's surprised he can, since he's pretty sure he's got a concussion. "ah, i see. i wish they wouldn't do that." he says, referring to the filming. he allows a silence before he lightly rests his arms over you. "you know, if you hold me any longer, i might get the wrong idea."

"shut up." you grumble. you're really... not letting go. you must've been so worried.

kazuha sighs, enamored. he'll heal after some time passes, anyway. he'll indulge you and himself a little while longer.

#[ 📭 — incoming! ] #[ 💭 — thinking! ] #i had to get this out my head as soon as humanly possible #i haven't thought about writing in a while #i'm surprised my brain is working at all

[awlumii]

(before you read..  this kinda follows someone's headcanon of you being very close with spiderman but barely aquintances with kazuha since you're both extremely shy + crime rates going down because criminals are lowkey scared of spiderman pls let the man rest.. anyways. clingy spideyzuha.) 

a harsh knock on your balcony door startles you so much that one of your earphones falls from your ear, rolling on the ground. you faintly catch the music still coming from it.

despite being glad that the person behind the glass isn't a cold hearted murder but a rather familiar person, you can't help but furrow your eyebrows in confusion. what is he doing here? you haven't heard of anything worth of his presence on the news - you hope nothing bad came up.

as you jog to open the door, you wish he'd take off his mask just to be able to read his face. he's always so calm whenever he shows up, even if he's close to fainting due blood loss (which, to be fair, happened only four times in the past few months). so calm that you can never tell the reason behind his visits; not that you mind, but since he started swinging by just to keep you company while you cook dinner it's hard to tell if he needs to be patched up or just wants a hug. or a kiss. sigh.

"spiderman," you breath as he steps inside your apartment, "is everything alri- oof"

you tumble backwards as he drops himself on you, hugging you and scaring the actual shit out of you since the first thing you think is oh god he's fainting. you wrap your arms around him, trying to keep yourself on your feet.

finally, the dumbass talks.

"my lovebug," he whines, and you almost kick him the second you realize he's not hurt and just being dramatic, "my sweet lovebug. i missed you so, so much."

you sigh. why is he like this?

still, your heart skips a beat, and you suddenly feel shy at the lovingly way he muttered those words. you can't stay mad at him.

"we've last seen each other less than twenty four hours ago, you know," you sigh, feeling yourself smile at the way he hides his face in your neck.

"doesn't matter," he says with a small voice. he holds you just a little bit more tightly. "i hate being away from you," spiderman sighs in bliss as he basks in your warmth before adding, "my little koala."

you giggle, "you act much more like a koala than me!" your laugh grows louder as he nuzzles his nose in your neck, "you big dumbass," you add affectionately.

you're so cute, spiderman thinks. he cherishes all the times you drop the grumpy cat act (as he calls it) and allow yourself to be affectionate with him. he melts everytime you peck his cheek - well, his mask, but he knows your intentions.

spiderman groans, "i love you," he says as he leans even more on you, making you waddle a little as you try not to fall on the ground. he starts planting clothed kisses on your neck, mumbling against your skin, "i love you so, so, so, so, so-"

"alright, i get it!" you squirm away from his affections but don't fight the growing smile on your face. the boy in your arms only tightens his hold on you.

you shake your head at his antics, "i love you too," you mutter, suddenly feeling shy. kazuha smiles behind the mask, moving away from your neck to gently bump his forehead with yours. "but i love you more," he whispers back, nudging your nose with his in an eskimo kiss, "and you're mine."

you make a small noise and hide your face in his chest out of shyness, heat rushing to your face at his sweet tone. you don't recall anyone speaking so gently to you.

spiderman's suit is a little bit annoying at first, but it's familiar. maybe you hug him too much.

"hey," he whispers in your ear, puffing some air in your earshell to make you squirm, "don't hide from me, lovely. c'mon," he huffs when you shake your head childishly, but you can tell from his tone alone that he's smiling too.

kazuha guides you to your couch, plopping down with you in his arms as his fingers start running through your hair. "all mine," he whispers against the top of your head, "you're all mine."

you couldn't agree more.

-hide and seek SIGH this dude's is living in my head rent free.

IM ABOUT TO PASS OUT. IM PASSINGNOUTNDHWJDHDJWHDHBSDHGEJDGEJDHD

#[ 📭 — incoming! ] #hide and seek anon #[ 💭 — thinking! ] #kazuha x reader #JESUS SAVESJSHWEHEJEBFJ

[awlumii]

Having a long distance relationship w Kazuha and showing up at his door one night as a surprise 🥺🥺

talking to kazuha while you're "going to visit a friend" ... you say it's a mutual friend of yours and he sounds a little lonely when he asks you to tell them he says hi, but you're smiling when you reply, "don't worry, i will."

you come to a stop then and knock at his door and you can hear it through the phone. kazuha asks you to hold on for one second and you can hear him approaching. when he opens the door, you can see the way his entire body locks up with shock. you, being cheeky as ever, speak into the receiver: "my boyfriend says hi, by the way."

and i feel like i can't even describe the way kazuha nearly drops his phone with how quickly and tightly he pulls you into his arms... you're laughing and your voice is kinda muffled by his shoulder but kazuha is completely silent and squeezing you tighter, pulling you closer even though you're literally pressed together. every single day, he would tell you how much he missed you — he's so overwhelmed by your presence that he honestly can't even believe that you're here... you have to tap him a few times to get him to loosen up a bit, heh

#[ 📭 — incoming! ] #[ 💭 — thinking! ] #oh kazuha... #i want to hold him so badly.. #he'd probably be crying just a little too #oh my sweet sweet boy :(

[awlumii]

WJAT ABT PEPPERING KISSES ON KAZU'S CHEEK WHILE HE TRIES TO READ YOU ONE OF HIS HAIKUS

anyways glad to see you back! i'm sending you lots and lots of hugs 💕

-hide and seek

it starts with one kiss, which gives him pause. then another, which again, makes him halt in his words. he figures out by the third kiss that you're not going to stop, so he tries to continue, but he quickly finds that he can't much speak with how wide he's smiling. he's since lost count of how many kisses you've given him — not that he cares.

"dove, i--" kiss. he chuckles. "am i allowed to--" kiss.

"you can't even get your question out." you tease. you kiss him again.

kazuha raises a brow when you pull away. "i wonder whose fault that is."

you kiss his lips, a kiss that he laughs into. "gee, i wonder."

anywho! i suppose i'm back! gonna be treading super duper lightly since i'm, uh. prone to speaking without thinking twice, especially without my meds. had to delete some posts because autism is um. very strong with this one. ANYWAYSSSS it's nice to share ideas with you again! 🫂💗💕💕

#[ 📭 — incoming! ] #[ 💭 — thinking! ] #hide and seek anon #i want to kiss kazuha so bad #the urge has been coming and going so much lately #but i can't wrangle my thoughts (or lack thereof) long enough for me to write anything extensive