The first time I saw ur blog, I read "Ten, she/her" after reading ur akashi x reader and aomine x reader.... I freaked out cuz I thought u were actually ten years old. Cuz, u wrote so well. and aot and knb are not really for kids. Anyways, I luv your writing, Ten! U r wonderful. Try and do some Akashi Seijuro comfort/fluff fic for me, please...
Nonnie, when I read your message, my heart was screaming in absolute happiness, I swear. Thank you for the kind and encouraging words. These kinds of messages inspire me a lot. Anyway, I hope you find this short fic enjoyable and heartwarming. Take care, and thank you for reading!
Pairing: Akashi Seijuro x reader
He smells like amaryllis flowers.
You mull over this as you take a subtle peek at your boyfriend who was relentlessly typing on his laptop, eyebrows scrunched in concentration. The soft glow from the television casts shadows on his face. You’re tempted to reach over and push that stray strand of hair from his face.
You lean back on the sofa and sigh before saying, “Seijuro, you don’t have to stay here, you know. I understand you need to finish that report by tomorrow.”
“Nonsense,” he replies, glancing at you briefly. “I promised we’d spend time together tonight, didn’t I? I apologize if it’s taking a while. I made a few careless mistakes earlier.”
You shrink into yourself, burying your chin into his hoodie as you rub your arm to ward off the chill. Seijuro’s hoodie was obviously large for your size, its edge falling below your waistline. Its sleeves swallowed up your hands until only the tips of your fingers were visible. You smile fondly.
Seijuro interprets your silence wrongly. He folds his laptop shut, setting it aside. He turns his full attention to you. “Are you mad?”
Taken aback, you blink at him. “What? Why would I be mad?”
“We were supposed to be watching a movie tonight. The Call, was it? You told me how much you wanted to watch this thriller movie weeks ago. And yet, here I am, spending these precious times with you hunched down in front of my laptop.”
You note the way his lips curve down to a mild frown. Even wrapped around by the darkness of the room, you could see the faint hints of frustration and self-loathing playing around his eyes. Giving in to your earlier urge, you scoot towards him and gingerly sweep your fingertips through his hair.
A smile unfurls your lips as you watch him lean to your touch.
“What?” he asks when you proceed to giggle at him.
“Has anyone told you that you're cute when you sulk like that, Sei?”
Slightly displeased, he shrugs your hand off. “I don't think anyone has the audacity to say that in front of my face.”
“Well, I’m telling you now,” you wink.
“You have my gratitude,” he shoots back with scandalized amusement.
You laugh as you clasp your hands together.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers as you lean your head against his shoulder. “You deserve more than scraps of my time. I can’t—”
“Sei,” you interrupt him, “I knew what I was getting into before I said ‘yes’ to you. You're a man with heavy responsibilities not a normal person could bear on a daily basis. You have high expectations placed on top of your head. In fact…”
The pause in your voice makes him look down to glance at you, only to catch a glimpse of the breathtaking smile that made him fall for you in the first place. He stares at you and holds the softness of your eyes to himself.
“...I admire and respect you a lot,” you continue. “Most of all, I appreciate that you make every effort to be with me. You could've easily finished your reports if you had been home, but here you are, working your way diligently on my uncomfortable sofa with the television noise in the background.”
You wave your hands in front of him bashfully. “Besides, wearing your clothes makes me miss you less. It has a sweet, familiar scent to it. Smell just like you.”
“If you keep this up, I’m going to end up with an empty wardrobe,” he comments and tugs at the sleeves playfully.
“You can always buy new ones,” you throw in, sticking out your tongue mischievously.
Boisterous laughter resounds from the TV program none of you were paying attention to. You stare out the window, idly watching the darkened clouds scuttling over the pale moonlight. A twinge of melancholy slithers into your heart as you unwind your hand from his.
“To be honest, I feel like I’m the one who's inadequate in this relationship,” you mumble, closing your eyes in shame, “I couldn't do anything to support you. Sometimes, I wished I could've been more capable and skilled to help you out at work.”
Your eyelids flutter open, a gasp escaping the confines of your mouth when you feel Seijuro’s thumb brushing your lower lip. His crimson eyes lock into yours, steel hard with conviction but molten with desire and unrelenting adoration. You shiver under the intensity of his stare.
His hand travels to the back of your neck before you feel him tip you towards him. He draws closer to you, resting his cheek against the pulse of your neck.
“Looking down like that doesn't suit my empress,” he whispers. He dips his head to press his lips at the curve of your shoulder. A soft exhale leaves his mouth, tickling your skin and sending pleasant shivers down your spine.
Wordlessly, you bury your hand in his hair.
“Please don't ever think less of yourself,” he continues, reaching at your waist to pull you even closer. “Your presence is my reprieve. Simply being with you lightens my burdens, and for that, thank you.”
You pull away, gently capturing his face in your hands. Measured strength marred by delicate vulnerabilities. Beautiful. You are certain he is the most beautiful man you have ever seen.
I would love more of your Haikyuu aus if you're ever up to making more! They're so good and so much fun to go back and look at! But do whatever you want to do because that's what's important
Thank you so much! I think it might be fun to visit the old AUs after all these years <3
I hope you don’t mind a writing prompt! You don’t have to write it, I just thought the idea was fun.
Poly bakusquad x reader where the reader gets horribly injured and for like four months the bakusquad has no idea if the reader is okay.
And the class is trying to help them feel better but they can’t really be comforted since they don’t know if their partner is alive or not, (the hospital is keeping all information confidential to none family members.)
Suddenly Aizawa introduces a “new classmate” and everyone is like kinda pissed at first cause they think the school is trying to replace y/n. But suddenly reader enters the room like, “holy shit never thought so many people would be pissed to see me okay” and the baku squad just tackles reader because they know their okay now and alive.
(You can add on anything or change anything I just thought the idea could be nice hurt/comfort. I hope you don’t mind this request!)
i don't mind writing prompts at all! i'm just really sorry for not replying to this sooner, i didn't always know how to respond to these sorts of asks - do i add onto it or just make my own comments? that same hesitation made me make you wait and i'm sorry, but it's better late than never, right?
this is such a cute little scenario, haha! that one line y/n says is amazing! she fits right in!
i imagine denki and mina being so lost without y/n bc they were such a chaotic trio together and she's usually the one with the best idea. kiri is the one keeping everyone's faith up in that y/n will return better than ever whilst Sero painfully stays out of his room bc it's where y/n liked to hang out most, especially on his hammock. nevertheless, when he is in his room, never sleeps in his bed but instead is always in his hammock. Bakugou is strangely more quiet and less sparky, he gets irritated and more frustrated though, he just never 'blows up' about things and it's hard to see him that way. But bakugou is also has his faith in y/n returning just as much, if not, more than kiri since he admits that y/n is much stronger that people think.
i can also imagine, when y/n returns, grape-boy trying to sneak into that group hug just to grope her but bakusquad isn't letting that happen and sorts him out even before aizawa could do anything XD
Will you continue writing for Who Painted The Sky??🥹
hi anon! i will yeah, i have big plans for that story. life is just kicking my ass lately and i don’t have much time or energy to write. but once i sort that out, i'll start updating wpts again, hopefully more frequently.
thank you for asking! it warms my heart to know that someone is still reading it 🩵💙
youre fics just have a rhythm that is so addicting. is that weird? it flows so smoothly and i just really love it.
Oh 🥹
Anon, this is absolutely precious, thank you so much!!!! I’m a big music person, and even though I know this sounds cheesy and cliche (and maybe a little lame), I feel like there’s music in everything? And stringing words together to create a sort of cadence is one of my favorite things, so I’m really glad it translates to other people, too!!
This absolutely made my day, and I’m sure I’ll be thinking about it and smiling for the rest of the week (or maybe forever)
