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Sooo I've sort of gotten sucked back into stardew valley, which is going to be my excuse for being dead on here 😬 And I may be working on a Sebastian fic (CHAPTERED) that is currently consuming my entire brain.
So, not quite sure when I'll be back posting here, but I hope you're all well!!!
saw the kita tag- may I suggest 12 or 31 for him? ('▽^人)
Bless you 😭 hehe thank you for indulging me, ily!
Send a kiss prompt for a small drabble!!
Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x gn!reader
WC: 372
Prompt: 12. Kisses on the corner of your mouth
You're starting to recognize a pattern. In the morning, whether you're leaving for work or he's headed outside to the fields, Shinsuke always sends you off with a kiss pressed to the corner of your lips. The first few times, you thought perhaps he meant to kiss your cheek, or maybe directly on your lips. After some time passed, however, you started to realize that it had to be intentional. There's very little that he does that isn't.
It's not that you mind, really. His kisses are always sweet, and these are no exception. Still, you can't help but be a little bit curious. He's got to have some reason for it.
One morning, he's on his way out the door, and the curiosity gets the better of you. When he leans in and presses the kiss to the edge of your mouth, you stop him.
"Hey, Shin?"
"Hm?" He hums, pausing with a slight tilt of his head.
"I was just wondering," You begin in a rush, "why do you always kiss just the corner of my mouth every morning?"
"Oh," He huffs out a soft laugh and reaches to scratch the back of his neck, "It's because I know myself. And I know that if I kiss you right on the lips, I probably won't want to stop."
"Shinsuke!" You squeak out, watching as a sheepish smile stretches across his lips. "Do you know how adorable you are?" You sandwich his face between your palms, unable to resist tugging him in for a real kiss. His hands soon find their way to your waist, pulling you closer as the fingers of one hand press into the small of your back.
"See?" He murmurs against your lips, finally pulling away when you're both a little bit breathless. "This is exactly what I mean. I have work to do," He laughs softly.
"Fine," You take a step back, arms still wrapped around his neck. "Get going, then." You reluctantly let him go, and he gives your hips a final squeeze. "I love you."
"I love you, too," He says, "I'll see you later." Before heading out the door, he leans in and presses one final kiss to the corner of your mouth.
Okay, you had to know I would take this as a personal challenge to still make it soft
Send a kiss prompt for a small drabble!!
Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x gn!reader
Prompt: 13. Frustrated Kisses
"Can we go yet?" Kei murmurs in your ear, and you turn to him with a longsuffering sigh.
"No," You say back, softly but firmly. "How rude is it to leave your own wedding reception after only half an hour? And we still have to cut the cake," You remind him.
Your new husband sighs, fingers finding yours beneath the table. "Can't hurt to ask," He says with a shrug.
"Just a few hours," You promise in a low voice, lips curling into a smile. "I know you can do it."
He hums noncommittally in response, but leans in, lips inches from yours when Hinata shouts, "Tsukki!" From behind you. "Congratulations!" He gushes, oblivious to the moment he's just interrupted. "You guys look incredible."
"Thanks, Hinata," Kei manages, pasting on an almost-believable smile. Well, believable to anyone that isn't you and maybe Yamaguchi. The best man in question merely raises an eyebrow at you, and you respond with an almost imperceptible shrug. You both know Kei is just being Kei. Truthfully, you know he's enjoying this time with everyone he cares about.
The next hour passes in much the same way. Now that you've finished eating, the two of you make your way from table to table, greeting the guests and thanking them all for coming. You smile and laugh with your friends and relatives, but you can feel Kei's hand at your back the entire time.
Finally, you've made your way to each table and had at least a brief conversation with each of the guests. Your husband takes your hand and tugs you down a quiet hallway. The moment he can, he crashes his lips against yours, sighing against them.
"This is so exhausting," He murmurs, hands on your hips. You laugh softly.
"It'll be over soon," You remind him soothingly. "It's just your family, Kei! And your friends!"
"I know," He sighs, "But maybe right now I just want to be with you."
You shake your head. "It'll be just the two of us soon enough," You promise, lacing your fingers at the back of his neck and pulling his head a little closer, nudging his nose with yours.
"Tsukishimas!" A voice calls from around the corner, and Kei groans, his forehead falling against yours. "It's time to cut the cake!" With a sigh, he presses his lips to yours for one final, frustrated kiss.
Warning: Reader has lighter skin / faint freckles, so not as inclusive as I usually try to be!
WC: 471
A/N: So this is a tad bit more self indulgent than usual ahaha don't hate me. I know this scenario is as old as time itself but I couldn't resist. PS kiss requests are coming later this week, I already have a few written up :3
The movie is over, but neither you nor Tetsurou can be bothered to extricate yourselves from your tangle of limbs. Throughout the course of the movie, he had pulled you closer and tucked his legs around yours. Now that it's over, he turns you so that he's nose to nose with you, his back to the still-glowing tv screen. The light reflects on your face, and his eyes trace it in silence for a few moments.
"Hey," He says in a whisper, "Did you know that you have these really faint freckles?" His fingertips lightly skim your cheeks, making you shiver.
"I mean, I've looked in a mirror a time or two," You chuckle softly.
"Funny," He breathes back with a huff of his own laughter. "But I don't think I've ever noticed them before." His brow puckers slightly, and he studies your face more closely.
Slowly, he begins to dot his fingertip in the barest touches across your cheek. It tickles, and you crinkle your nose. "What are you doing?"
"Counting them," He murmurs, "And you just made me lose track." A smile slides across his lips, and you sigh. "Hold still," He prompts, the fingertips of one hand steadying your face as he dots across it again with the other. "One, two, three..." He continues counting, traveling across the bridge of your nose to your right cheek. "Twenty-three." He finishes with a quick peck to his final dot. "You have twenty-three freckles on your face." He announces seriously.
"Oh?" You hum, unable to keep the smile from your own face.
He nods, his hand still steadying your face. "And..." He traces out a small pattern on your left cheek. "Those ones look like Cassiopeia." His fingers drift across your nose. "And there's Orion's Belt."
"Isn't that one just three stars in a row?" You quirk an eyebrow.
"Yes," He says, "And it's right here on your face." He traces it again, and you can't help the soft laughter that slips out.
"You're such a nerd," You poke him in the chest.
"I prefer, 'you have such a well-rounded base of knowledge.'" He laughs, nudging his nose against yours.
"Too many words," You murmur, feeling yourself being lulled closer to sleep by his gentle ministrations. His expression is unbearably soft, and you can't resist surging forward to press a kiss to his lips. He returns it, fingers sliding into your hair as he deepens the kiss.
"I guess I'll accept that," He says under his breath after he pulls away, his thumb skimming your cheek. You let yourself linger somewhere between asleep and awake, the pathways of his fingertips across your skin still tingling pleasantly.
"Oh, twenty-four," He says suddenly, breaking the silence. "I missed one, right here." He presses his lips above your right eyebrow to the final freckle.
Warning: Reader has lighter skin / faint freckles, so not as inclusive as I usually try to be!
WC: 471
A/N: So this is a tad bit more self indulgent than usual ahaha don't hate me. I know this scenario is as old as time itself but I couldn't resist. PS kiss requests are coming later this week, I already have a few written up :3
The movie is over, but neither you nor Tetsurou can be bothered to extricate yourselves from your tangle of limbs. Throughout the course of the movie, he had pulled you closer and tucked his legs around yours. Now that it's over, he turns you so that he's nose to nose with you, his back to the still-glowing tv screen. The light reflects on your face, and his eyes trace it in silence for a few moments.
"Hey," He says in a whisper, "Did you know that you have these really faint freckles?" His fingertips lightly skim your cheeks, making you shiver.
"I mean, I've looked in a mirror a time or two," You chuckle softly.
"Funny," He breathes back with a huff of his own laughter. "But I don't think I've ever noticed them before." His brow puckers slightly, and he studies your face more closely.
Slowly, he begins to dot his fingertip in the barest touches across your cheek. It tickles, and you crinkle your nose. "What are you doing?"
"Counting them," He murmurs, "And you just made me lose track." A smile slides across his lips, and you sigh. "Hold still," He prompts, the fingertips of one hand steadying your face as he dots across it again with the other. "One, two, three..." He continues counting, traveling across the bridge of your nose to your right cheek. "Twenty-three." He finishes with a quick peck to his final dot. "You have twenty-three freckles on your face." He announces seriously.
"Oh?" You hum, unable to keep the smile from your own face.
He nods, his hand still steadying your face. "And..." He traces out a small pattern on your left cheek. "Those ones look like Cassiopeia." His fingers drift across your nose. "And there's Orion's Belt."
"Isn't that one just three stars in a row?" You quirk an eyebrow.
"Yes," He says, "And it's right here on your face." He traces it again, and you can't help the soft laughter that slips out.
"You're such a nerd," You poke him in the chest.
"I prefer, 'you have such a well-rounded base of knowledge.'" He laughs, nudging his nose against yours.
"Too many words," You murmur, feeling yourself being lulled closer to sleep by his gentle ministrations. His expression is unbearably soft, and you can't resist surging forward to press a kiss to his lips. He returns it, fingers sliding into your hair as he deepens the kiss.
"I guess I'll accept that," He says under his breath after he pulls away, his thumb skimming your cheek. You let yourself linger somewhere between asleep and awake, the pathways of his fingertips across your skin still tingling pleasantly.
"Oh, twenty-four," He says suddenly, breaking the silence. "I missed one, right here." He presses his lips above your right eyebrow to the final freckle.
Y'all, my brain juice is flowing, I think I might actually have a few different things to post throughout the next week :')
PS those kiss prompts are giving me life and I don't have enough requests for them please: kiss prompts!! Again I can't 100% promise they will all inspire me but I have a feeling a lot of them will!!
a little birdie told me you wanted fall themed fic ideas, so here I am!!
I feel like a cute fall themed idea is a coffee date and then a walk through the local park where you admire the colors of the leaves!!
And turns out the day is quite windy, but the reader didn't bring their jacket, so the character gives them their own jacket so the reader won't be cold😭😭❤❤
Is it kinda basic? Yeah, but I feel like you could make this into something really cute
Thank you for believing in me, because I actually came up with a pretty cute idea for this :')
Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x gn!reader
WC: 769
A/N: In Japan around this time of year, they celebrate Tsukimi, aka the moon viewing festival. I really love the idea of it, and so the idea to incorporate it into a fic popped into my head! And of course, who better to write it for than our own Tsukki?? The play on words is, of course, that Tukishima's family name contains the character for the moon (Tsuki).
"Look at this!" The poster just catches your eye as you're leaving the coffee shop. It's advertising a Tsukimi event at the nearby park, and it's this evening. "This month has gone by so fast, I almost forgot that it's Tsukimi already!"
Kei leans in to get a closer look at the poster and merely hums in acknowledgement. You tug on his hand. "C'mon, why don't we go? It's only a few blocks away, and it's such a perfect evening." You gesture up at the clear sky, already in its full sunset glory.
"You sure?" He raises an eyebrow. "You don't even have your coat," He points out, and you shrug your shoulders in your t-shirt.
"It's not even cold today! Don't try to make excuses just so you can be a stick in the mud." You pause, donning your best pleading look. "Please?"
He sighs, but his grip on your hand tightens. "Well, alright," He agrees, and you grin. "Only because you said please."
You laugh softly. "Thanks, Kei." You swing your linked hands lightly between you. The walk to the park isn't far. When you get there, you find it strung with soft lights, and a few small food and drink stands are giving off delightful smells.
"I guess you want some dango?" He gestures to the nearby stall, and you nod quickly. It wouldn't be Tsukimi without dango. With your snack acquired, you soon make your way to one of the benches set up throughout the park. You have a clear view of the sky once seated, and you look up into the darkening twilight.
"How soon do you think the moon's going to rise?" You ask, glancing at your boyfriend.
He shrugs. "How should I know?" He slides his arm around your shoulders, and you gladly settle in closer to him. Now that the sun is gone, the warm autumn day is turning into a cool autumn night. You try not to shiver in the cool breeze, not wanting to prove him right about the jacket.
You try to keep up a conversation, but it isn't long before you're clenching your teeth to keep them from chattering. "You're not cold, are you?" Kei asks with a smirk, and you shake your head stubbornly.
"I'm fine." You force out.
"Sure," He says, pulling his arm away and letting even more cool air against your skin. You can't help hugging your arms around yourself. Before you can react, he shrugs out of the jacket he's wearing and drapes it across your shoulders with a click of his teeth.
"I don't want you to be cold," You mumble even as you pull the jacket tighter around you, relishing the body heat still clinging to the fabric.
"It's not even cold today," He mimics your earlier words in a squeaky voice, and you immediately punch his shoulder.
"You're so mean to me!"
"Only because you deserve it," He shoots back, sliding his arm around you again and giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze when you pout. His fingertips skim your arm through the fabric of his jacket, and you rest your head in the crook of his neck.
Soon enough, the moon does make its appearance, and you lift your head to look up at it more fully. The autumn moon really does look larger than normal, and seems to shine just a little bit brighter through the crisp night air.
Eventually, you can't help it. You shift your gaze from the moon in the sky to the man beside you. The moonlight softens his features, and your eyes trace the curve of his nose. You feel warmth swelling in your middle the longer you look at him, taking a few moments to memorize his moonlit face in this moment.
"What are you doing?" He finally turns to you, as if sensing your gaze on him.
"Viewing the moon," You answer nonchalantly with the beginnings of a cheeky smile. He rolls his eyes.
"I was wondering how long it was going to take," He sighs at your joke, his exasperated look almost strong enough to disguise the soft smile quirking at the corners of his lips.
"What?" You ask innocently, and reach to sandwich his face between your palms. "You're my moon, Kei."
"You're insufferable," He replies softly, but he closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours. His fingers soon come up to cup your face, and he deepens the kiss.
"But you love me anyway?" You ask when he finally pulls away.
"Yeah," He says in a low voice, thumb grazing your cheek. "Unfortunately."
not really a request but i just wanna know what being asexual is like, only if you want to / are comfortable with it ofc!! (sorry if i worded it wrong. i’m not familiar with the term. the internet definitions just confuse me more🫠🫠) sorry if this makes you uncomfortable please ignore it! have a great day and take care🫂🫂
Hi there, sorry for the kind of late response on this! Don't worry, it doesn't make me uncomfortable at all. I'm happy to talk about things like this!
First I just want to say that being asexual is definitely not the same for everyone, so I'll just talk about what it's like for me. Basically, I don't feel sexually attracted to anyone. I don't ever look at someone and think, "wow, they are so sexy/hot, I would love to have sex with that person". Of course I still find people aesthetically attractive. There are men I find handsome or women that I find beautiful, and would consider them pleasing to look at. But it doesn't go beyond that.
Also, again this is my personal experience only, even the idea of sex is very off-putting to me. The thought of all that is involved in having sex with another person is just not comfortable for me. Even kissing, which I do enjoy reading/writing about, is not very enjoyable for me to personally participate in.
Since you seem genuinely curious, I'll talk a little more about asexuality in general! If you don't care, feel free to stop reading at any time. I'll put the rest blow a cut.
Asexuality is a spectrum, which basically just means that there are a lot of different ways you can experience it while still being considered asexual. The main thing that "makes" you asexual is just the lack of sexual attraction, which I talked about earlier. There are asexual people who still enjoy sex, because YES, you can still enjoy sex as an asexual person! All of the "bits" still work just like they're supposed to.
There are also people who would be considered gray-asexual, who may experience sexual attraction sometimes, but not others. There are people who would be considered demi-sexual, who only start to feel sexual attraction after they've already developed a strong bond with that person. Basically, if you ever experience a lack of sexual attraction, you could be considered asexual.
There's honestly more to it, and I could talk about more things (like aromanticism and how that fits in with everything) but for now I'll just leave it at that. If you have any more questions, please let me know! This is something I don't mind talking about at all.
Also, I've answered a few asks like this in the past, so you can check out my asexuality tag.
Em, you probably don't know this, but I actually have a huge weakness for streamer!Kenma. This might be kinda basic but what if streamer!Kenma and streamer!reader are both super popular, and everyone is always begging them to stream together, but what everyone DOESN'T know is that they're secretly dating and are afraid that if they stream together everyone will figure it out :') but it's just a thought so yeah no pressure. I hope you do get some inspo for streamer!Kenma though 💗 ily!
kris i love u and i wrote this just for u <333 it feels like me and u are playing ping pong with the writing brain cell recently. i love it we're so back
streamer!kenma x streamer!reader
featuring: secret relationship, kenma teaches u how to play chess on stream, loving banter, little bits of chess talk. i tried not to put too much streamer talk in this so it was actually readable and not cringe. gender neutral reader
word count: 1882
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Kenma was just about to end his stream when he noticed your name being typed in the chat. Someone linked a clip of you from your stream - which was currently live - so he clicked it.
A text to speech message read out loud, “Are you going to be in Noya’s next event?” and as you were focusing on your gameplay, you took a second to reply.
“Am I… No, I don’t think so.”
Kenma laughed while you struggled your way through playing MineCraft.
“I was invited but - chat, I don’t want to start any drama but I kind of don’t want to play in it if Kenma’s playing, and someone told me he was invited.”
Kenma barked a laugh, a loud noise that was rarely heard from him, as you shrugged and struggled to hide your smile.
“There, I said it! If it starts drama, so be it!” You put your hands up in defense, laughing at yourself.
The clip ended, so he immediately opened your stream, and you were still talking about him.
He couldn’t hide his smile if he tried - he only hoped none of his viewers noticed the fondness in his eyes.
The two of you had been dating for at least a year, and it was the best kept secret of his career.
There was a joke online about the two of you not liking each other. It all started when you were openly avoiding him in a game lobby with other streamers - from there, it grew into a bit that you committed to full throttle.
Everyone knew you and Kenma were friends in real life. You shared a friend group, and often streamed with the same people. Online, however, you made a spectacle of not liking him.
Kenma found it hilarious, and so did your chat.
“Do you guys know he cheats in like, every game he plays?”
“That’s not true!” He was laughing and rolling his eyes at the same time. “Oh my god.”
He typed his words in your chat, and he watched the messages flood with his name.
Your eyes widened a little when you read, “Is he in chat? Kenma, go away. This stream isn’t for you.”
He typed a simple, “no,” and you scoffed at it.
“Every time I mention your name you show up - I know you love the drama.”
A few seconds later a text to speech message read, “he’s such a theater kid,” and at the sound of your laughter, he closed your stream.
“I’m not a theater kid.” He sank a little in his chair, watching his chat being filled with emotes. “I literally played sports in high school!”
It was only a few days later when he was sent another clip from your stream, this time from a text to speech donation.
“Kenma, I think you need to see this.”
He clicked the link and saw you were once again playing MineCraft.
It was a long clip - in the game, you jumped off your boat into the ocean and started swimming to the bottom. Everyone in your chat was telling you not to, but you didn’t listen.
“I’m not going to die. Why would I die? This is the best run I’ve had. I’m not going to die.”
That’s when he realized you were playing the hardcore version of the game, meaning if you died, the game was over.
He watched as you swam down into a huge ravine, and he had a feeling he knew what would happen as your character’s air bubbles were slowly popping.
“Do you want to make a bet? If I die here I will do anything you want. Anything. Because I’m not going to die!”
As you said that, your character started taking damage. And you tried swimming back up to the surface of the water, but you weren’t fast enough. You almost made it, and then - game over!
Your head was in your hands as the chat on screen spammed, “stream with Kenma!”
Three days later, you were forced to take your punishment.
Your viewers had been asking you to stream with Kenma for a long time, and you always avoided it with a joke - never revealing the real reason you didn’t want to go live with him.
It wasn’t the end of the world if your relationship became public, but you knew things would be much easier in private. It wasn’t something you were trying to hide, but you weren’t posting it proudly, either.
You decided on streaming Kenma teaching you how to play chess. He’d been playing a lot online, and you hoped it wouldn’t take longer than an hour. You were too nervous to go any longer than that.
Kenma was late to answering your call. When he finally answered, you immediately started berating him.
“Have you ever been on time?”
“I was just seeing how long you’d wait for me,” he said.
“If you never showed up, I would have gotten out of doing this.”
He pulled up your stream just so he could look at you - even though he’d seen you just a few minutes ago. You were just down the hall, but nobody watching knew that.
“Have you been watching my stream this whole time?”
He grinned, “No, I’ve never watched your stream.”
“Then why are you always in my chat?”
You sat with your legs crossed, playing with the necklace you always wore - the one he bought for you just a few months ago. He loved seeing you wear it.
“Because you’re always talking about me, like you’re obsessed with me or something.”
“Can we get to the game? You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”
Kenma wasn’t a good teacher - far from it - but he tried his best. After teaching you the names of all the pieces and how they moved, you were ready to play a game that he’d guide you through. You played white, he played black.
“Can you just teach me the best opening in the game? I don’t need to know anything complicated.”
“...Okay.”
He took a second to decide. Once he made up his mind, he started giving his instructions.
“The first move is pawn to f3.”
“What does that mean?”
“Do you see the pawns?”
You laughed, because the way he said it sounded like he was talking to a kid. “Yes, I see the pawns!”
“Move the one on the F file up one square.” After a second you made your move, and it was his turn: pawn to e6. “Now pawn to g4.”
“What’s this opening called?”
He didn’t reply, instead, he was distracted by his chat. By now, everyone had already figured out what he was doing, and the messages they were sending made him laugh.
“Kenma?”
“It’s called the Fool’s Mate,” he said.
“Why?”
He had to push his microphone away from his face so you wouldn’t hear him laugh, but he pulled it back to say, “I think this is why.”
He made his next move: queen to h4. And a window popped up on his screen, You Won!
“What the fuck!”
“Good game.”
“Kenma, what the fuck!”
“You made it too easy.”
“Kenma.” You were whining his name, sinking into your chair. “This is why I don’t like you.”
“Everyone knew I would beat you, I just sped things up.”
“That’s not true!”
“You’re always such a sore loser,” he mumbled.
“You’re always a cheater.”
Twenty minutes later, you were in the middle of a real game - if Kenma telling you which moves to make could be considered real. And both of you had successful streams so far, your viewers none the wiser to the truth of your relationship.
It was easy, he realized, and fun. He hated how funny you were, because you could make him laugh more than anyone, and he was sure he seemed completely lovesick.
“I think you should move the bishop,” Kenma suggested when you took more than two minutes to offer your next move.
“Uh…”
“The bishop.”
“I don’t remember which one that is!”
Kenma waited for you to figure it out, and then you moved your queen.
And he was truly disappointed, because that was the one move you shouldn’t have made. He couldn’t even laugh.
“You just sacrificed your queen.”
“I don’t even know what that means!”
“Babe - that was a total blunder!” His queen captured yours, and he realized this may have been a complete waste of time. “You lost your most important piece!”
“I thought that was the bishop, Ken!”
He sighed, acting as dramatic as possible. “You haven’t learned a thing. It’s basically game over, now,” and he scanned the chess board on his screen, looking for the quickest way to end the game.
He looked over at his chat to see it was being spammed with question marks, and then his phone vibrated with a message from you.
It read, “you just let the cat out of the bag.”
“Oh,” he said. He laughed, because he only just realized what he said - the nickname had slipped before he could catch himself - and something awkward started to settle. But he shrugged it off. “Oops.”
He started texting you back until you said, “are you disappointed in me, babe?”
“Oh my god.” He sat his phone down, ignoring your message completely. “Stop flirting with me.”
“You said it first!”
“It was an accident!”
You texted him again. “Should we just tell them?”
He typed back, “I think so.”
“Okay, wait,” you said. “Everyone go look at Kenma’s stream. He’s going to do something really cool while I go to the bathroom.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He opened your stream in another tab and watched you get up from your seat.
Everyone in your chat and his was confused - as was he.
Then, his door opened, and you walked in.
“What are you doing?” he laughed.
“I wanted to come say hi.” You walked over to him, grabbing the back of his chair and turning it back and forth just to bother him. “Wait, are you streaming?”
He scoffed, but it was all affectionate. “You’re so dumb.”
You looked down at his screen and waved, “hi chat!” and then noticed he had your stream on his second monitor. “You’re watching my stream!”
“Yeah, I’m a fan,” he joked.
He knew the chat would be filled with questions and reactions, but he didn’t care at all. He found this entire thing hilarious, and judging by the smirk on your face, you did too.
When you finally got back to your room, you sat down as if nothing had even happened.
“Okay, can you teach me what a Queen’s Gambit is?”
“No, because you can’t even tell me which piece is the queen.”
Later that night when you had both ended your livestreams, both of you made your own posts on twitter acknowledging the announcement you’d made. Kenma posted a photo of you with his cat in your lap - the one that had been his phone wallpaper since he’d taken it. You posted the first selfie you’d taken together - both without captions, because there was no explanation required.
And if you kept acting like you hated Kenma during your stream, he’d be the only one allowed to call your bluff.
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send a request for a drabble and i might write it :)
Hi! If you're still looking for fall ideas, what about getting some sweet warm drinks with Ushijima...and he gets a little whipped cream on his nose... 🥺🥺
Omg of course, this is soooo cute 🥺 I think I got a cavity writing this. The fact that it's been in the 90s F the past few days where I live is irrelevant, shh.
(ps to the other fall requests they're cominggg I promise!!)
Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x gn!reader
WC: ~900
You've been having a wonderful time with Wakatoshi at the pumpkin patch, picking out the perfect pumpkins to carve later and sampling all of the delicious treats. Still, the autumn chill has begun to settle in, and you're starting to feel it in the tips of your toes. You nonchalantly hug your arms around yourself for a few moments, trying to produce just a little extra warmth without making it too obvious. Wakatoshi still notices, though.
"Are you getting cold?" He asks, his hand at your back as he dips down so his soft question can be heard above the din of the crowd.
"No," You say quickly. His brow crinkles into a slight frown, and you laugh softly. "Well, just a tiny bit," You amend. It's rare that you get to do things like this with your boyfriend, so you want to make this day last.
"Hmm," He hums, then reaches for your hand, tugging you back toward the food stalls. "I think I saw hot chocolate at one of these stands. Would that help?" He asks as you walk.
"Definitely," You grin. "That sounds really nice, actually." The thought of the creamy, warm cocoa already has you feeling a bit less chilly. When your turn comes up, Wakatoshi orders two cups. The woman smiles. "And would you like whipped cream?" Wakatoshi merely glances at you, and you nod quickly.
"Yes please!" It always makes the last few swallows the best part. Soon enough, she presents two steaming cups of cocoa, dolloped with whipped cream and topped with tiny pumpkin sprinkles.
"Sorry, Toshi," You nudge him gently with your elbow as he scans the area for an empty table. "I should've asked for the whipped cream only on mine." You know he doesn't care for overly sweet things, and the cocoa alone is more indulgent than usual for him.
"It's fine," He shrugs as you take a seat at a nearby table. "It'll be nice for a treat." His lips quirk into a smile, and you can tell that he means it.
You draw in the aroma of the sweetened steam, and soon lift your cup to your lips for a careful sip. When you finally look back at him, you realize he must have done the same. It takes everything in you to stifle your laughter. That perfect dollop of whipped cream is now partially smeared on the tip of his nose. He seems oblivious to it, which makes it even more adorable.
"What is it?" He asks with a frown as your giggle slips out.
"Toshi," You crook your finger, "Come here."
"Why?" He asks slowly, but he does as you beckon, leaning across the table until he's in reach and you can swipe the cream off his nose with your fingertip.
He jerks backwards slightly, frown morphing into a look of surprise at your sudden movement. "You got a little on your nose," You laugh, displaying it for him for a few seconds before popping it in your mouth, enjoying the sticky sweetness.
"Oh," He murmurs, the slightest tinge forming high in his cheeks. "Thanks." He lifts his own hand and scrubs at his nose, inspecting it to be sure he'd gotten all of it. "Is it gone?"
"Yes, it's gone," You assure him, taking another sip of your cocoa. Maybe you should've captured a photo before you cleaned it off, you think belatedly. You can't keep the smile from your face as you admire him across the table. "It was cute," You add teasingly.
"Oh?" He shakes his head slightly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Well then." He takes another sip, tilting the cup far enough that it will certainly tip more whipped cream onto his nose, and it does. "Maybe I should leave it," He muses with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Toshi!" You blurt in a peal of laughter, lifting your hand to your lips before any cocoa can spatter out. "I can't believe you just did that!" Soon he's chuckling too, the sound sending tendrils of warmth through your middle. It's not often you get to see your boyfriend acting silly, and you want to savor it.
He finally swipes the whipped cream off of his nose, and you settle into a comfortable silence as you both continue sipping your drinks. You're glad he seems to be enjoying the day. It had been your idea, and part of you was worried it might be boring for him, but the smile on his face tells you it had been well worth it.
"Oh, hold still." He says suddenly, and he reaches out to steady your face with his fingertips as he swipes at the corner of your lips with his thumb. "There." He nods. "You had a little bit of cream stuck there," He explains.
"Oh, thanks," You wipe the back of your hand quickly across your mouth. "None on my nose, though?" You ask with a teasing grin. "Am I clean?"
"None on your nose," He agrees softly, eying you more critically. "But..." Instead of responding, his fingers are back at your chin. Before you can react, he leans across the table, slightly tilting your face as his lips press to the corner of yours.
"There. Now you're clean." He looks a little too pleased with himself, and you? You certainly aren't feeling cold at all.
okay i also have no ideas (is it just a writers disease where they can write anything but cannot think of a single idea because i think we need to find the cure) but all i know is akaashi is the MOST autumn boy with his cardigans and sweaters and late nights so. someone (not us) should come up with an idea about him (for me.)
ok now go send me a kuroo request so i can write u a fic❤️❤️❤️ LET ME WRITE THE FIC OF UR DREAMS FOR U!!!! ilysm muah
OMG okay okay but there might actually be something with that Akaashi tidbit ... I just have to let it fester a bit (okay poor word choice but you get it) and who knows I might actually have something?? Even though it's been LITERALLY years since I wrote anything for Akaashi oops.
It's so sad but I literally can't even formulate an idea to request ;-; I'll think about it though!! In the meantime gimme a few days and who knows I might just whip up a lil Akaashi fluff for you 💕
ANYWAY on a lighter and completely different note, it's that time of year and ya girl is just in the mood for some fall fluff :') The problem is that I've got zero ideas of my own, so if you've got any fall themed prompts or requests please do send them my way!
weird comparison but people who can't read fics without smut remind me of those kids who wont hang out with you unless you guys are smoking weed
Ahh, it's kind of a good analogy, in a way! I think the bottom line here is that there's nothing wrong with smut, but it's also important to be sensitive about it because there are so many different views of it and reactions to it.
I don't really do this ever, but I think I just kind of need to vent a little bit. I saw this on a reblog of one of my fics:
and I just... I'm not trying to call anyone out. I don't even think this person truly did anything wrong. They most likely aren't familiar with my blog, and I suppose it's a fairly reasonable request. But it just makes me feel so tired. I can't even really put into words the way it makes me feel. It's definitely PMS-fueled but a part of me even wants to cry.
As an ace person and more specifically just as me, even the idea of smut in relation to one of my own fics is very off-putting. I guess it makes me feel like it's intruding into the space I created to very specifically not include that. I'm not bashing smut fics or writers at all. I just don't really need it anywhere near my own personal creations. I was even contemplating a part 2 of the fic in question, but this just kind of turns me off of even that.
This probably sounds childish to some of you. I get that. And I also get that this is the internet and these things happen literally all the time. I just needed to get it out before it started to eat me up inside. So if you even read this far, thanks for letting me vent. I needed it.
