Hi!!! Thank you so much you sweet person you! It’s night/early morning for me now, just got home from spending time with one of my best friends and his darling baby girl! Hope you have a wonderful day/evening as well!
ASK:From the sentence and Drabble prompts, can I get “You look…” “Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?” With Ushijima with a reader who hates dressing up? Thanks! You’re the bomb!
Thank you so much! I’m so sorry this took me forever to get done but I really hope you like it!
The bra pokes and the material is clingy and why can’t you just get away with wearing a simply nice shirt and skirt?! But no, your mother insisted on buying you a new ridiculous dress that “enhances your features”. You know this is a special evening for Wakatoshi, there’s no denying it but do you really have to get this dressed up?
“_______! Wakatoshi is here!”
You groan, take one last look in the mirror. Your hair is done and you’re wearing so much makeup you wonder if he’ll even recognize you.
One last shift of the bodice then you’re taking slow measured steps so as not to trip over the front of the dress.
You round the corner to find Wakatoshi standing by the door decked out in a full suit.
Ok, so maybe your mom was right.
As you make your way towards him he says, “You look-”
“Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”
He tilts his head. “That wasn’t what I was going to say.”
“Oh.” You can’t manage to keep a hurt tone from your voice. Granted, you feel exceptionally awkward and would be the last person to admit you think you look good but you thought maybe at least he-
Wakatoshi’s deep voice breaks into your downward spiral. “You look ethereal.”
His hand lifts yours to his lips, a delicate kiss planted to its back and you blush furiously.
Wow, sorry these commissions are taking so long, but here’s the second request of the bunch. They asked for Tsukishima and a swimmer!reader who share an intimate first time together after Tsukki remembers some unwanted advice from his former volleyball teammates. (Characters are aged up, for obvious reasons)
Tsukishima swears he can hear your giggle at this very moment. That would be impossible, though, considering you’re nowhere near the gymnasium now. It’s only one of the managers laughing. At what though, he can’t say. He shouldn’t even be thinking about that or you right now, yet he still can’t shake the thought.
“Tsukishima. It’s your serve.”
Maybe it would have been better to have not watched the end of your practice the other day. He knows that’s a lie. Either way, you’d still be messing around with your teammates. Even seated high above the indoor pool, Tsukishima could see the flirtatious glint in one boy’s eyes as you playfully elbowed him.
that’s really amazing. Congratulations!!! We are really happy for you and we wish you all the best – Stanford Law School is amazing, and you can be proud of yourself!
Oikawa
Would squeal and scream and jump up and down with you – he believed in you all the way and he made sure you knew that
He already has a frame ready to put the acceptance letter in, and he will kiss your tear stained face all over
He is so proud, so happy – this calls for celebration; So he’ll ask you what you wanted to do and he will take you wherever you want and makes the day perfect
His pure and honest smile makes you melt and it has you squeal each time; He takes you out to buy cute notebooks and folders already, only lightweight things that are easy to transport; Your joy rises, seeing all those beautiful items
Lots of kisses and light touches, he is so happy, he can’t keep it in
The morning after, he will prepare breakfast in bed for you, with all your favorite foods; He’ll feed you strawberries and sweet grapes;
Kuroo
The moment he sees your smile he knows exactly what’s going on; Standing up, he wraps you in his arms, hugging you tight.
He is so proud and happy, and for once he is speechless
Looking at him you feel like teasing him, but his eyes stop you; So much love and pride and happiness that you decide to just kiss him senseless
He dances with you, like two crazy people you jump up and down and bump into each other, and once exhaustion hits, it turns into a slow and romantic dance, him whispering in your ear how amazing this is – how amazing you are
He will take you to your campus right away, take a look around and he will take a lot of pictures, setting you up for poses in front of the main building, in the library, in the nearby park
Iwaizumi
Would hug you close, kissing your head; He is so proud, his smile is so pure and his eyes look like they are dancing; He is so happy for you, so glad your dream came true;
Expect to be picked up and twirled, because he, too, is so excited for you – this new chapter will be full of adventures and he can’t wait to see you master everything;
He knew you were amazing, believed in you and trusted that you would get the acceptance letter; So when it finally arrived, he was overjoyed and seeing you flip and cry from joy, it makes him really happy;
He has a present all ready for you, and he is nervous to give it to you; When you first told him about your plans he was thrilled. Your goals set so high, he knew you would make it. So when he saw this beautiful pen, classic and chic and 100% you, he got it – he saved for it and he got it, because he wants you to have a high quality pen for this new chapter of your life – also because he heard you will be writing and taking notes a lot
It’s this noodly boy’s birthday today, so it’s time to celebrate! He deserves ALL THE LOVE, so please enjoy these headcanons for our miracle boy SA-TO-RI!
~The Admins
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Doesn’t go out of his way to mention his birthday ahead of time. He knows it’s silly, but part of him wants to see if anyone will actually remember his birthday without him telling them. (Spoilers: they do.)
Once it’s clear that no one has forgotten his birthday, though, he is very happy to be the center of attention for the day and takes full advantage of being the birthday boy. He’ll definitely be a shit about it, but his obvious excitement is so cute you really don’t mind.
Probably got extra drills assigned from Washijou on at least one occasion because he was trying to get out of doing drills on account of it being his birthday. He still insists it was worth a try.
Skip the cake and stick his birthday candles in a decked-out chocolate ice cream sundae. And no, hot fudge over chocolate ice cream is not too much, you’re just weak.
He loves parties. The bigger the better. The more eccentric and eclectic the decor and music choices, the better. The weirder the music… well, you get the idea.
Tendou isn’t a big eater, so he doesn’t much care what kinds of food there are. He does have lots of friends that eat a lot, though. So restaurant and izakaya outings are kind of wasted on him, unless you find a really cool place in Asakusa or something. He’s a bit of a grazer, though, so snack foods are always good.
Once he hits drinking age, watch out for him. The boy is a lightweight. He loves going out for his birthday–he’s all about the dancing–but if he tries for a second to keep up drink for drink with the absolute tanks he calls friends (lookin’ at you, Wakatoshi), he’s toast. He can be a very schmoopy drunk, so you’ll end up half-carrying him home while he waxes poetic about the mole on your cheek or who the heck knows what. Not that it’s entirely unenjoyable, but it definitely isn’t quite how you planned to spend your evening.
Speaking of dancing, though–if you keep him on the right side of schwasted, he can go all night long. He’s a surprisingly good dancer, too–you’d expect him to be all limbs, but he’s strangely smooth, and has a great sense of rhythm. It also gives him a free pass to hold you as close as he wants, which he loves.
He’s one of the easiest people ever to shop for–partially because he’s just going to love anything that you give him, but also because he has all manner of nerdy interests and a tendency to never shut up about them, so you can always fall back on those. Honestly, though, you can give him just about anything and he’ll love and treasure it.
After he’s all partied out, he just wants to cuddle up with you for an anime marathon on the couch. Some snacks, a soft blanket, one of his favorite shows, and you in his arms… what more could he want?
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Kiss him silly. He can never get enough of kissing you and holding you close; it’s honestly one of his favorite activities. You’re definitely not arguing, either–he’s a pretty fantastic kisser. Practice makes perfect, after all, and he does kiss you a lot.
He’s generally up for almost anything you’re into, from the most vanilla to the wildly kinky. He just likes being with you, so he’s down for anything you want to try.
If you are in the mood to spice things up a bit, though, tie that boy up. He lives for it, and all the better to shower every inch of him in love–he’s one tall motherfucker, so it’ll take you a while, but it’s oh so worth it. He gets so worked up, and it’s absolutely beautiful. His cheeks flush until they almost match his hair, his back arches off the bed trying to chase any contact…. It’s a sight, and you can’t get enough.
While you’re at it, combine that with some gentle sensation play. Feathers, ribbons, soft leather maybe, but no impact. Just run it softly along his skin, and watch him shiver. Throw in a blindfold and he’ll be a quivering mess–he’s already so sensitive, the blindfold just takes him over the edge.
He’s extremely vocal in bed. If you have roommates, arranging for them to be away for his birthday will make a great present. That way he can fully relax and let loose–and you can enjoy the full repertoire of sounds you can draw out of him. From whines and sweet moans to bafflingly creative curses, you love each and every one.
His dick is like him: long, thin, and a little wonky. You think it’s cute, though–especially the freckles on the side. It suits him perfectly. Oh, and yes, the carpet does match the drapes.
He has almost zero refractory period. Give him maybe five minutes and a quick drink and he’s good to go again.
If you really want him noisy, go down on him. Be ready to hold him still, because he’s a twitchy, squirming mess, but it’s a surefire way to have him screaming in no time.
He also loves experimenting with toys. There are just so many. You don’t mind at all–he’s so beautifully responsive, you’re happy to experiment with him.
He’s also super responsive to p-spot stimulation. He’s so sensitive it’s easy to have him downright sobbing in no time. When he gets overstimulated he goes almost strangely quiet–for him, at least. All he can manage are low whines and choked-off gasps.
All of that said, for his birthday he also loves just sweet, gentle sex. Keep it slow and loving with lots of eye contact, and he just melts. He does have a tendency to get emotional during sex, so don’t be alarmed if he cries–he’s just overwhelmed, but he loves it. Hold him close and kiss his tears away and you’ll have a very happy–if a bit weepy–birthday boy on your hands.
He needs cuddles likes he needs oxygen. This is true literally always, but especially after sex. It’s really intense for him, so he just needs to be held for a while. Comb your fingers through his hair and let him cling to you; it’s super important to him.
To fall in love with someone is to let the feeling flood under your skin before realizing its presence.
You’ve been together for two months now, but your relationship threads way, way back before he confesses to you that day in front of your house where he drops you off. It was a risky act for him to do, considering the fact that your friendship with him has been going on strong since your high school years—had you chose to reject him that day, the two of you would’ve lost something platonically beautiful going on, but thankfully he gained something even more beautiful.
Ruby eyes examine your form sitting in front of him across the quaint table for two. A steaming hot cup of tea is conveniently placed at your right-hand side, and he can faintly see hot vapor swirling out of the cup. Has it really gotten colder? You, on the other hand, are comfortably silent as you slice a piece of the shortcake he ordered for you, bringing the sweet to your mouth with a fork. He smiles as you munch—you really look cute like that.
“How do you like it?” He inquires, resting his chin on a hand while his other brings his own cup of latte to his lips. He still watches as he tips his head back slightly to drink, observing how your eyebrows scrunch up at the first taste. A second later, however, your eyes appear as if they’re twinkling and a smile slowly enters your face. When you look at him, he cocks a brow, a silent demand for an answer.
“It’s delicious,” you whisper, and a swell of happiness fills Akashi’s chest. It’s stupid, really—he shouldn’t be happy because it wasn’t him who made the cake, he merely suggested it… but as illogical as it is, Akashi welcomes the surge of joy (and a hint of pride) when he looks at you dig back in, cutting up the slice of cake into smaller pieces.
What he doesn’t expect is you holding up a fork with said cake at the pointy end in front of his face, dangerously close to his lips. You’re taking the effort to lean a bit forward to offer the cake—Akashi vaguely registers the brush of your knees against his. There’s something about the café’s atmosphere that makes the two of you feel a lot more intimate, despite sitting right next to a floor-to-ceiling window which allows bypassers to conveniently see what’s going on inside and vice-versa.
Akashi sends you a look that you interpreted as scolding, but not of the serious nature, but nevertheless, he leans forward to capture the cake on your fork into his mouth, all the while retaining eye contact with you. You blush a little bit because it feels different every time you feed Akashi something, and the fact that he was looking at you like that also sends a chill up your spine. He’s always teasing you like that.
“Somehow it’s better than the last time I tried it,” Akashi comments as he reaches out to take your hand in his, “maybe because you’re the one that fed me the cake.”
You try your best to stifle an embarrassed laugh by chewing your bottom lip, but a shy glance at Akashi is enough to bring your efforts useless. You let out a chuckle and play with his fingers that reached out to you on the table, your thumb drawing abstract patterns on the back of his hand. He returns with a chuckle of his own before quietly observing you again as the air around you turn into more of a resolute kind of silent. It’s not awkward, but there’s a certain amount of seriousness in his gaze that makes you feel like it.
“Thank you for coming today,” he says, soft enough just for the two of you, “I really appreciate it.”
“Please don’t thank me. If anything, I should be the one thanking you,” you reply, holding his hand a little tighter now. “I also thought it was a good idea to tell her…”
An hour ago, you were placing a bouquet of beautiful, fragrant flowers in front of the tombstone of Akashi’s mother, the two of you standing alone in silence as the wind run through yellow leaves. A cemetery certainly isn’t an ideal place for an eighth date, according to most people, but you’ve known Akashi for far too long and you understand him on a level that most people don’t. The redhead is silently thankful for that.
“Yes,” Akashi says, “we were too busy the past few months to visit, after all.”
“I’m glad you brought me there, Sei.”
He smiles in return, looking at your two hands linked together.
To fall in love with someone is to let the feeling flood under your skin before realizing its presence. In other’s eyes, Akashi is ever-precise and calculative, and they like to assume it applies to his love life as well. It’s not incorrect, but it’s also not necessarily true. After all, he didn’t plan on falling in love with you two and a half years ago, because at that time the feeling hit him like a truck. All of a sudden he lost a great amount of good night’s sleep staying awake thinking of you.
When he knows of your reciprocative feelings for him, only then he asked you out. You told him it took him a damn long time. He told you he wanted to be sure. The two of you kissed.
Although he has now fully accepted the fact that he loves you, he has never said those words to you before, neither have you to him. But today, when the two of you were standing side by side in front of his mother’s grave, he knows you know. More importantly, he knows that you feel the same—not just on a “like” level, but as far deep as he is. He knows you love him. That’s not enough for Akashi, however, so he pulls his hand away from yours, only to caress your cheek.
He brushes a strand of hair away from your face to stare right into your eyes. Your fork is forgotten, idly lying at the rim of the pristine white plate.
“I love you,” he says.
Two seconds pass by before you smile at him.
“I know.”
A question lingers in his eyes—at that moment, the confidence in him is completely shattered: what if you don’t love him back? but you don’t give room for his self-doubt as you reply.
“I love you too.”
He smiles. You probably didn’t catch him releasing a relieved exhale.
You tilt your head slightly, urging his hand to touch you more. His fingertips are warm against your cool skin. You always like it when he does this. Akashi brushes his fingers against the back of your ear, his palm cupping your jaw as if he were scratching a pet cat. You sure respond like one, he muses. Akashi wants to say that he’s been in love with you for two years and six months to date, but he has a feeling you already know.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks, gaze drifting downwards to your inviting lips.
Sudden shyness overcomes you as you avert your gaze, your hands flying up to cover the bottom half of your face. Akashi’s shoulders are moving slightly; he’s quietly laughing with amusement at your display of embarrassment.
“But… we’re right next to the window… a lot of people are passing by and they can see.”
Akashi smirks, using the hand on your face to keep you still as he leans dangerously close to your face, his head slightly tilted. Again, he steals a glance of your lips.
“I don’t care,” he states, and his breath against your skin causes you to shudder slightly. His eyes twinkle at your utterly adorable reaction, but he is not so cruel as to tease you again.
You look up at him, still shy like you always become when he makes such advancements in public. His knees brush against yours under the wooden table as he captures your lips between his in a slow, languid kiss, like the small steady fire burning inside his gut. Your eyelids flutter when he takes his time sucking on your bottom lip, before finally releasing it with a rather inappropriate wet sound, but he doesn’t waste his time in diving back for another kiss.
When he does pull away, half-lidded eyes examining how flushed your face is, he whispers against your ear.
“Stay at my place tonight.” He needs to properly declare his love to you. You blush and nod.
What a paradox. During the season of falling leaves, Akashi finds his feelings for you blooming, reborn a hundred times more powerful than when it first hit him. If he looks closer into your eyes, he’ll find that the sentiment is returned whole-heartedly.
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1.) My writing (most of the time). I’ve been struggling a little and even reading over my old works has me wondering what I was thinking but over all I like what I produce and am glad that I have the gift of word-smithing.
2.) I don’t mind being “the loud one”. I’m the person who can get things done because I’m ok with stepping up to the plate to do it.
3.) My motherly disposition. I have often been told I’d make a great mom and while at the moment I don’t plan on taking on that roll with offspring of my own, I have to admit to a certain sense of pride that people trust me with their kids. Or with themselves if they need to be comforted/taken care of lol.
4.) My ability to make friends. I’m an open and friendly person so I often end up making new friends where I go. Even if they are just for a night and we never see each other again (like at a party or something) I say “my friend”.
5.) I’m trustworthy. I’ve had many people tell me things they wouldn’t others because they know I won’t throw it back in their face, use it against them or tell others.
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