Pretty much what the title says
Just gonna write whatever drop kicks it's way into my head
This will include:
• Character x reader
• Random headcannons
• Character x character
• A mixture of romantic oneshots and platonic oneshots too
A request from leviiiiiieyeee for a Wakasa oneshot, hope I didn't disappoint (^～^;)ゞ
I for some reason can imagine young Wakasa, pre-black dragons Wakasa, to be a cocky little shit so that's how I'm writing him. Look at this face and tell me he isn't a lovable little asshole:
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I rinse the beauty blender under the tap before squeezing out the excess and walking quickly back to my room. I've got so much to do and so little time to do it in, standing in front of my mirror still in my PJs was only making me more anxious
"Hey sweetie how about you let me twist part of your hair up in a loose bun like this"
My mum appears behind me in the full length mirror holding up a careful selected handful hair.
"Mum..."
"I know, I know sorry, I'll leave you be"
She drops the handful with a smile and gives me a quick loving ruffle of my hair
"Thank youuu" I call out of the room as she drifts along the landing and back down the stairs
I dab the foundation covered beauty blender onto my face methodically, making sure to not leave any areas blank. I suddenly stop and place the blender down on the side
"Actually, mum can you..." I pause as hear the quick thudding of her footsteps racing up the stairs and she quickly pops into my room, a wide excited smile on her and a brush in her hand
"Yes! Yes I can!"
I let out a laugh as she led me by my hand to my desk chair and sat me down. I've sat in this seat thousands of times while my mum did my hair growing up, I feel a smile slowly spread on my face as I cross the bottom of my legs over, resting one ankle on top of the other. There was a time when my feet barely scrapped the ground when I sat here, my mum standing behind me tying my hair into cute little pigtails
She gently began to brush through my hair, starting from the bottom and slowly making her way up as she always did
"So when is he picking you up?"
"Well we need to be there around 8, so we need to get going around half 7"
"...whiiiich means he needs to be here at 5 to give us time to get enough photos of you two"
"Mum" I giggle out as she tilts my head back and kisses my forehead
"Okay fine, fine, half 5"
"Or not at all would be great, I could take you then" I hear my dad call out from the bedroom nextdoor
