#akaashi

Akaashi comes back home to his daughters usual antics

You cannot convince me this man isn’t SUCH a girl dad

The door creaked open and before Akaashi could even step into the hallway he heard a high pitched babbling of “Dada!”. The little girl came barreling forward, one chubby foot hastily in front of the other, before she lunged at her father with a toothy grin. Quickly squatting down, Akaashi made sure she tumbled into his chest before he scooped her up in his arms and stood up to carry her on his hip. 

“Hey Kasumi, how’s my gorgeous girl?” Akaashi cooed before littering her chubby cheeks with kisses, causing the four year old to squeal in delight. “‘M good!” she giggled before shoving her wrist in front of Akaashi’s face, showcasing a little beaded bracelet. “Look! Me and Mama made bracelets!” Akaashi smiled fondly as he gently held her wrist to get a closer look at the yellow and white beads. “You’re very talented, Kasumi. That's a very pretty bracelet.”  He affectionately murmured. “Up you go, let's go to Mama.” With one steady arm wrapped around her back and his palm supporting her thigh, he bounced her on his hip before heading to the kitchen to find you. 

“Hey, Love.” Akaashi softly said so as not to scare you whilst you cooked. “Keijii! How was your day?” You asked as you turned slightly away from the stove to see him. “It was good, I couldn't wait to come back home though.” He replied as he came up behind you and placed his chin on your shoulder, a content smile playing at his lips as he noted the pink and white bracelet on your wrist. “‘’M going to go take a shower and get out of my work clothes. Thanks for making dinner.” he added before placing a kiss to your cheek and carefully setting Kasumi onto the kitchen counter. “Stay right there and help Mama, okay?” He grinned out at Kasumi before he left to go have a shower.

Quickly showering the day off, he emerged from the bathroom with a pair of grey sweatpants and a towel around his neck. Carefully placing his glasses onto the coffee table he noticed a blue and white bracelet. Assuming Kasumi had made it for him, he slid it onto his wrist before collapsing onto the sofa, face first onto the seats and long legs dangling off the edge of the arm rest. A tired grin tugged at his lips as he looked at the bracelet fondly. His eyes heavy with exhaustion from his long day became lidded, before he succumbed to sleep. 

A few minutes later, the toddler padded into the living room. With a sticker sheet in hand, she hoped to show her father the new ‘cute thing’ she got today. Kasumi stopped in front of him, her eyes lighting up when she saw he was wearing the bracelet she had made for him. Her bright eyes then furrowed slightly as she tilted her head trying to decipher what her father was doing. “Dada?” She whispered out, before taking a step closer to him with bated breath. When she got no response, she gently poked at his cheek with one of her pudgy fingers, repeating this before a frown tugged at her lips as she realised her father was asleep.

Her eyes darted between the sticker sheet and the bare expanse of his back, her Mama’s words echoing in her mind. ‘Put these stickers on things you find special.’ 

And who was one of the most special people to Kasumi? Her father, of course.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･

Grabbing the sticker sheet she scrambled onto the sofa, pudgy legs climbing up and trying not to knock her father, before settling onto his back. Surveying the sticker sheet, she parted with her most favourite Hello Kitty stickers, carefully sticking them onto her fathers back, her chubby fingers smoothing over the stickers to try to seal them to him permanently. A small, smug smile tugged at her lips, happy with her work. She then carefully extracted herself off his back and padded back to the kitchen to find her Mama. 

A little later, Akaashi woke from the smell of dinner wafting into the living room. His eyes blearily opened as he sat up on the sofa and stretched, realising that he must’ve fallen asleep. Haphazardly putting on his glasses, he groggily stood up and made his way to the kitchen, a sleepy smile making its way to his lips as he heard Kasumi's giggles.

“Papa!! You’re awake now!” Kasumi beamed out at her father entering the kitchen. “I was just about to wake you. Dinner’s ready now, Keiji.” You softly spoke, your eyes softening as they lingered on the dark circles beneath his eyes. “Could you get the plates out of the cupboard for me?” You asked before picking Kasumi up to carefully place her onto a kitchen stool. “Mmm of course, Love.” Akaashi drawled out, turning around to reach up and open a high cupboard. 

Kasumi then burst into a fit of giggles. Confused at her outburst, you followed her line of sight to see Hello Kitty stickers scattered across your husband's back, hand coming up to cover your mouth. You tried to suppress your laughter but Kasumi's snickering was infectious, making it hard for you to be subtle. 

Grabbing the plates Akaashi turned around, his brows raised as he put the plates onto the kitchen counter. “Now what are you two giggling about?” He asked as he crossed his toned arms across his chest. 

This drabble was inspired by the art i drew of him below!

i hope everyone likes this

thank you @gamblingmylifeaway for helping me edit this, i love u sis <3

kissesforeveryonemwuah

-anaiya

akaashi keiji x f!reader ; angst

the rain was hitting the windowpane in a frantic, uneven rhythm, but inside the room, the silence was deafening. akaashi sat at the edge of the mattress, his head buried in his hands. his fingers were tangled in his dark, messy curls, pressing hard against his skull as if he could force the overwhelming noise in his mind to stop.

​you stood a few feet away, holding a discarded sweater, your heart shattering into a million jagged pieces just looking at him.

​he was falling apart right in front of you. the stoic, unshakeable akaashi keiji was breaking, his chest heaving with shallow, ragged breaths. he was always the one fixing everyone else. he spent his entire life being the anchor, the calm in the middle of a storm, the reliable hand that mended broken pieces before anyone else even noticed they were cracked.

​but who was supposed to fix him?

​“akaashi,” you whispered, taking a cautious step forward, your voice trembling. “please let me help you. let me in.”

​he didn’t look up. a bitter, breathless laugh escaped his lips, sounding so foreign and hollow it made you flinch. “you can’t,” he muttered, his voice thick and strained. “you can’t fix this.”

​“i can try,” you pleaded, dropping to your knees in front of him, reaching out to cup his face. “just tell me what to do. tell me how to make it better.”

​when he finally raised his head, the sheer exhaustion in his blue-green eyes knocked the air right out of your lungs. there were no tears, just a vast, empty wasteland of defeat. he didn’t pull away from your touch, but he didn’t lean into it either. he just let your hands rest there, heavy and useless, just like you are.

​“that’s the problem,” he whispered, and the absolute raw vulnerability in his tone was sharper than any knife. “no matter how much you love me, it doesn’t change what’s wrong with me. i spend every single second of my life giving every piece of myself away until there’s nothing left. i do everything right. i try so hard. so fucking hard.”

​his voice cracked, a devastating sound in the quiet room.

​“so why am i still like this? why do i still feel so empty? why can’t i ever be enough to fix my own head?”

​you wanted to scream against the unfairness of it. you wanted to pour your own soul into the cracks of his, to stitch up the invisible wounds that were bleeding him dry. but as you looked into his hollow gaze, the brutal reality settled into your bones.

​your love wasn’t a cure. it would never be. you could offer him the world, you could bleed yourself dry trying to patch him up, but you couldn’t fix a man who believed he was fundamentally broken.

​“i’m sorry,” akaashi murmured, gently pulling your hands away from his face and letting them drop into your lap. “i’m so sorry.”

n: aha

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners !

a/n: yall i worked my butt off for this one 😭 idk i just thought it would be a cute way to propose and i wanted to challenge myself so thats how this ended up

i CANNOT write poetry. most of the rhymes are forced but i tried my best </3

summary: when your boyfriend asks you to read over a poem, you don't know what you're expecting. but the last thing you could've thought of was a proposal written in the most romantic way possible.