Shimizu / Momoi – You’re already mine

ASK: Is it too late?!?! May I request Shimizu and Momoi (separate) waiting for their husband (adult au) coming out of surgery (which was successful) and their hubby doesn’t quite remember them.due to the anesthesia and its kinda hilarious because they’re flirting with them and asking who they are and are so surprised they have such a beautiful wife? I hope this made sense.

It totally makes sense and is such a cute ask. I almost picked two boys from the shows to be their husbands but kept them “readers” so some of the guys who read my stuff can be self-inserted too.

Shimizu Kiyoko

Shimizu tried her best not to worry. The doctors had assured her the procedure was simple, in and out, no big deal. But as the minutes dragged by she couldn’t stop her heart from trembling; what if something went wrong? The grab of her hand had her jumping but the voice near her ear brought a sigh from her lips, releasing some of the tension in her back. “He’s gonna be fine, it’s no big deal, remember?” Looking to the side, her bespectacled eyes met the warmth of Daichi’s.

“Thanks for being here,” she said softly, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder. “I…I’m not used to…you know…”

He chuckled, drawing his arm around her shoulder. “I know, Shimizu, I know. You’re used to being the strong one, and you are, but it’s ok to lean on us every once in a while.”

She snorted delicately, punching him lightly in the gut and he laughed a bit louder.
“What’s this? I’m gone for five minutes and you’ve already moved on?”

Daichi grinned up at Yui. “You know you’re the only one for me princess, now where’s that coffee?”

Reaching forward with a giggle, she deposited the requested drink into his hand, the artificial light above glinting off her wedding band. He grabbed it, planting a kiss to the top.

“Ugh, do you have to be so nauseatingly sweet all the time?” complained Shimizu.

“Don’t be jealous,” Yui replied with a sweet smile.

“Don’t worry, I’m not.”

So distracted by their banter, neither noticed the doctor walking down the hall until he had almost reached them. Shimizu stood swiftly, former mirth falling away to give full attention to her husband’s surgeon.

He smiled, gentle and warm. “Everything went splendidly, though I am glad we caught it when we did. A rupture would have been most undesirable.”

Shimizu let out a breath. “Can I see him please?”

The doctor chuckled, “He a bit loopy at the moment but don’t be alarmed, that’s just the effect of the anesthesia. But, of course, by all means. Follow me.”

The three friends made their way to the recovery ward, Shimizu’s eyes softening as they landed on her beloved. She leaned down, planting a gentle kiss to his forehead prompting him to open his eyes and when they did he let out a gasp.

“Am I in heaven?” he asked breathless. Perplexed, Shimizu shook her head, her dark tresses swaying slightly. “Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure I’m looking at an angel.”

Daichi snorted, earning an elbow to the stomach. “Ouch! Between you and her I’m gonna have bruised ribs,” he complained.

Shimizu’s brow furrowed. “Do…do you not know who I am?”

Slowly he shook his head, but said quickly after, “B…but I want to know! I mean, you’re soooo pretty! How could I not want to know you?”

Now Yui was giggling.

Casting her an irritated glance, Shimizu leaned forward slightly. “I’m your wife,” she advised.

His eyes widened, mouth falling open. “No….way….” he breathed out.

When she nodded he let out a whoop. “I don’t know where I am or why I’m here but if you’re mine nothing else matter!”

She shook her head, calmly petting his hair as she was wont to do when he was over excited and encouraged him to rest, assuring that when he awoke once more all would make sense and they could go home.

Momoi Satsuki

“You have really pretty eyes! Do…do you wear contacts?”

Momoi giggled, running fingertips across her husband’s forehead to clear his eyes of his bangs. “Nope, all natural.”

His eyes trailed up and down her body leaned over him to reach the pillow and fluff it. “All of you?”

She laughed again, giving a playful smack to his chest. “Yes, all of me, silly.” He chuckled, then winced in pain making her lose her mirth momentarily. “Sorry sweetie, I’ll try not to make you laugh.”

“Oh but your laugh is so beautiful! Like…like bird song!” he insisted.

“Why can’t you be this poetic all the time?” she teased.

“What’d you mean? Didn’t we just meet?”

Momoi couldn’t stop more laughter from bubbling up and out of her mouth. “No, you dork! I’m your wife!”

He looked momentarily stunned, then a look of pure bliss erupted over his face. “That’s a relief! I was laying here tryin’ ta figure out how to ask you to marry me and here you already have!”

And she laughed again before kissing him.

Having been laid up for five days I caught up on some anime and finally watched Bungo Stray Dogs….it is amazing!

I’m addicted and wish there was more!

Sigh, another manga I’ll have to get my hands on.

Oikawa- A Brand New Day

ASK: Morning fluff scenario w/ oikawa and fem s/o

I have no idea why this came out with a melancholy under tone but it does have some fluff in it. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Nestled under the warmth of the covers, Oikawa lay with his elbow propped, head resting against his palm and watched the rise and fall of her chest, his other hand itching to touch but because he didn’t want to wake her this early, he refrained from doing so. It used to bother him that he’d wake up so much earlier than her, the habit ingrained from years and years of rising before dawn to warm up his knee, stretch, run, stretch some more and shovel down breakfast before hightailing it to the gym for extra practice, always pushing himself; more, more more!

But then she’d come along, quite literally stumbling across him when a late night practice session in their college gym had resulted in him twisting his ankle (first the knee, now the ankle) and crying out in pain. She’d rushed in, not watching where she was going and fell over him. Only she didn’t stay down long, rotating swiftly to rush to his aid.

He knew he’d been anything but grateful to her in that moment, angry at himself, angry at his knee, angry at the world for cursing him with a body just strong enough to get him one step away from his ultimate goals before failing him at the last moment.

Now, he could laugh at the memory of her tiny frame working to heft his larger one upon her shoulders, insistent he get some help. They’d made it halfway to the trainer’s office before the vice captain came upon them and took over.

His ankle pulsed as he shifted closer, bringing him back to the present, but he ignored it in favor of stroking her cheek, apparently unable to keep his hands off her.

He smiled softly as she snored, a little drool sneaking out making him chuckle. “So sloppy my sweetness,” he chided in a whisper.

She grunted, rolling to her side but not waking up even as she sought more of his warmth; he did run hotter than most.

Feeling the protest of tiring muscles in his arms, Oikawa eased back down, hoping not to move the mattress too much and thus actually wake her from slumber. As the sun slowly rose in the east, rays muted by the sheer curtains upon the windows, her eyes blinked open to meet his own.

“Hey,” she yawned through a stretch, “how long have you been awake?”

He shrugged. “Not sure, since before the sun made an appearance.”

She clicked her tongue. “You’re crazy, I can’t believe you still wake up so early.” A shudder racked her body. “Damn, it’s cold in here! Did you turn the heater off again Tooru?”

He didn’t reply, instead rolling on top of her, tugging the covers as he went to encase them in a cocoon of sheets and blankets. “We have all the heat we need right here,” he teased, brushing his nose up the side of her neck.

Giggling she pressed two fingers against his forehead and pushed. “Already? I just woke up! Can’t we have breakfast first?” He grabbed her hand, kissing the palm before resting it against his chest. At the serious look on his face, her brows furrowed with concern and her other hand reached up to caress his face. “Tooru?”

He shook his head. “It’s nothing, I just…damn, I really love you,” he confessed, leaning down to capture her lips with his own, the kiss chaste but long. Resting his forehead against her own he went on, “Being yours is the greatest thing to have ever happened to me.”

“Ok, what’s gotten into you?” she teased. “Bad dream?”

He shook his head again. “No, just thankful you didn’t give up on me.” His voice was soft, fragments of melancholy laced together with his sincere gratitude.

Her arms wound round his neck, drawing their chests flush together. “Breakfast can wait,” she admitted, then kissed him again.

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In case anyone was wondering…;)

Hi there! I think you were the one who asked me for a promo but I usually like to do those with an example of the writing (like a reblog). So, I’ll submit an ask for scenario/reactions of Hyuuga, Midorima, Imayoshi and Kiyoshi giving their response on White Day to a female who confessed to them on Valentine’s Day. You can decide if they accept or decline, that way it might make it more interesting/fun to write! If I didn’t follow your rules right, please tell me and good luck!

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This was a very fun request to write! though I must say i’m not sure how good of a grasp I have on the concept of White Day. 

I hope I was able to do the characters justice! 

Feedback is always welcomed. 


Hyuuga Junpei

When initially confessed to by his admirer on Valentine’s Day, he was a bit flustered. He wasn’t exactly expecting a confession from anyone. Nevertheless, he’s very flattered that someone admires and feels so affectionately about him. If he reciprocates his admirers feelings he won’t hesitate to let them know, answering them with a blush dusting his cheeks and eyes looking everywhere but at them as he tries to spit out the words. Come White Day, he’ll either gift them with a small bouquet of flowers and chocolate or offer to take them out on a date. If he does not reciprocate their feelings however, he will let them down gently, offering a sincere apology and expressing his flattery. Come White Day, he’ll give them a small box of chocolates. 

Midorima Shintarou 

When confessed to on Valentine’s Day by his admirer he can have one of two response depending on whether or not he returns their feelings of affection. If he returns their feelings he will be a flustered, stuttering, awkward, blushing mess of a boy. To know his crush feels the same way would make him very happy although he may have trouble effectively expressing it. Come White Day, he will be sure to gift his crush their lucky item for the day and some chocolates as a way of expressing his gratitude and acceptance of their confession. If he does not return their affections, he’ll still act awkwardly but for an entirely different reason. He’s flattered that someone thinks of him so fondly as to want to confess, but he’s just not interested. Expressing this to his admirer may be tricky, his declining of their confession coming off a bit colder than he had intended for it to sound. Come White Day, he’ll give them a small box of chocolates with a sincere apology note attached.

Imayoshi Shoichi  

When being confessed to by his admirer on Valentine’s Day, he will maintain a cool disposition and a small, polite smile while listening to what they have to say. Regardless of his feelings towards them, he’s flattered by the confession and you can bet your bottom dollar it inflates his ego. If he returns their feelings he responds smoothly and teasingly, his answer coming off a tad bit cocky. Come White Day, he gifts them a box of chocolates and a small stuffed bear of some sort, promising a date soon to come. If he does not return his admirer’s affections he will politely decline and let them know that he’s flattered, but doesn’t feel the same. Come White Day, he’ll give them a small box of chocolates. 

Kiyoshi Teppei  

After being confessed to on Valentine’s Day by his admirer he’s left stunned for a moment. Someone thinks this fondly of him? after processing everything his admirer has said, a smile can’t help but break out on his face. He is very flattered that someone felt strongly enough to work up the courage to confess to him and he doesn’t hesitate to vocalize this to them. If he returns their affection he smiles brightly, giddily expressing his own feelings towards them. Come White Day, he gives them a small bouquet of flowers and a stuffed bear. If he does not return their affections, he lets them down gently, expressing with a kind smile that he just doesn’t think of them in the same light. Come White Day, he gifts them a small box of chocolates.   

-Admin Saturn

Very cute, though I think if they did not reciprocate the feelings they probably would not have given them anything on White Day, however that is MY hazy understanding of the tradition. Anyone who knows more please feel free to (kindly) educate us.

Either way, I enjoyed your responses, good job!

Guys, go check out @knb-babes-imagines I’m sure we’ll all have a lot of fun! Just be sure to read and follow the rules!

Iwaizumi- It’s The Simple Things

ASK: 

An Iwaizumi scenario where he looks at his girlfriend doing normal stuff like painting and baking and just hanging out on the couch and reading and he just realizes how much he loves her so he blurts out to her to marry him. Thanks! Keep up the great work!

Thank you so much for the encouragement, I’m sorry this took so long to get out, I hope you really enjoy it.

It was a simple day, warm but not too hot, the kind where debate between being indoors or out was non-existent because either way it would be pleasant.

“Let’s get some fresh air,” she commented, gathering her easel and paints. Iwaizumi nodded, moving to help despite her soft protests. They made way to the backyard, Iwaizumi settling into the hammock he’d put up the week before while she set up. Hands behind his head, Iwaizumi stared at the branches above but before long his head shifted, eyes falling back on her.

Perched on her stool, brush in hand making soft strokes against the canvas, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she blended. He knew that was what she was doing by the circular motion of her hand.

As he watched her work, he felt his eyelids grow heavy, the lull of the breeze and gentle sway of the hammock sending him into twilight slumber, her face the last image in his mind.

Descending into dream, the years of them together faded in and out like a black and white 8mm film reel, the highlights of their lives so far.

Meeting in college while sharing horror stories of their shared professor, unfortunately in different classes.

Him asking her on a date after much prodding from Oikawa.

Them making it “official” the first time he called her his girlfriend to off put some way too insistent guys bugging her in the cafeteria.

The smile she’d given him in that moment.

Now they were in their final year of school, each headed on the path of their chosen careers having faced both joys and sorrows such the death of her father followed closely by the birth of Oikawa’s unplanned daughter (and the subsequent falling in love with the little tyke as “uncle Iwa-chan” and “auntie, ____-chan” babysat from time to time to allow the frequently frazzled parents some peace and quiet).

And on that memory, new images burst into technicolor hues. Images of them married, living together, having children…

The image shook slightly, making him frown. It felt so real, so peaceful, so there he never wanted to leave. But now the motion was accompanied by a noise; the sound of his name.

“Hajime, come on sleepy head, wake up!”

He blinked his eyes open, staring up at her beautiful visage, hand absentmindedly reaching up to wipe his thumb against a streak of blue paint that somehow landed on her cheek. She smiled, that smile, and kissed his palm.

“Marry me,” he breathed out, barely above a whisper.

Her eyes went wide.

He struggled from his prone position, almost falling out of the wiley scoop of fabric. Finally to his feet, he stared into her eyes, leaned down and kissed her. “I know it’s not the most romantic way to ask but-”

With a tilt of her toes and the press of her lips, she sealed off his deprecation. Pulling away she giggled, “It was perfectly you, it was perfectly…us.”

He smiled, a true wide brighter than the sun smile, and picked her up, spinning about the grass and laughing like a fool but he didn’t care. Stopping mid turn, he looked at her again. “That was a yes, right?”

And her laughter rang out to the sky as she nodded. “With all my heart,” she assured.