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Kise Ryouta isn't your type of man. Not that you have something against him or anything, its just that you don't fangirl on his every being. Yes, he is handsome, good in playing basketball, tall, good looking and everything...but he isn't just the type of person who is your ideal man. Well...you don't have an ideal man to begin with... Kise is trouble. A big trouble... But... "(Name)-chii?" A voice whispered with worry. "(Name)-chii?" The voice called again. Slowly, you opened your eyes. And (eye color) orbs met golden ones. "Ryouta..." you murmured...closing your eyes again. "You okay, (name)?" "Mmhm." You answered weakly; you felt h

Kise Ryouta isn't your type of man. Not that you have something against him or anything, its just that you don't fangirl on his every being. Yes, he is handsome, good in playing basketball, tall, good looking and everything...but he isn't just the type of person who is your ideal man. Well...you don't have an ideal man to begin with... Kise is trouble. A big trouble... But... "(Name)-chii?" A voice whispered with worry. "(Name)-chii?" The voice called again. Slowly, you opened your eyes. And (eye color) orbs met golden ones. "Ryouta..." you murmured...closing your eyes again. "You okay, (name)?" "Mmhm." You answered weakly; you felt h

The look on the little one's face was rather comical. Her large, irreproachable eyes blinked inquisitively as they gazed up at her father who expression seemed to mimic hers. Your orbs flickered between the two alternately, lips slightly pursed and silently guessing who would speak first. Your husband, Shizuo, was more than perplexed as to why his five year old was scrutinizing the way she was. It couldn't have been that he had said something wrong. If he had, there was no doubt that you would have gently chastised him by now. He thought about repeating it, maybe this time with a little more conviction. "Daddy, why aren't you dwessing up?

cereal. | yamazaki sousuke x reader ↳ sousuke is extremely fond of people shorter than him, namely you. Although he may not seem like it, Sousuke Yamazaki is a man who is easily amused by the smallest things in life—quite literally too, in fact, because your height in particular, is something he finds oddly enlightening, despite your constant disapproval. He stands with his body casually propped against the doorframe that leads into the kitchen, his arms loosely crossed over his chest as he watches on in amusement. The corners of his lips quirk upwards, resembling what can be considered to be a mixture of both a smirk and a fond

Oikawa was traveling the world in pursuit of his dream and you could not have been more proud of your boyfriend. It seemed only yesterday that he was silently crying over the losses from Shiratorizawa and Karasuno. And now here he is, a professional setter on the fast-track to earning a spot on the Japanese Olympic team. You sat at the edge of the pool, reading the new headline featuring your boyfriend. And underneath it, a picture of him with his arm slung across another woman’s. Another win that he did not even bother to text you about. You could not withhold the outward sigh. Since high school, that was your biggest peeve of Oikawa&#

Tereza Pyrope: That's when someone taps the rail by your foot. You look down to see a cane. Following it to the holder you see a familiar boy. Tereza Pyrope. He's in a lot of your classes at school. "T-Tereza?" You stutter. What is he doing here? "Hey (y/n)." He greets with one of his usual teasing grins. He adjusts his red glasses and pushes some of his hair out of his face. Tereza has short black hair that curls outward at the tips, and a fringe that parts over his forehead. He always sports his trademark red glasses and cane. He's blind. You've never seen his eyes, but others have told you they're red. You're not very close to him so y

It started off as a joke, you swear. You and your friends thought it would be hilarious to request the “cutest delivery boy” when ordering pizza. You all figured the place would shake their heads and send out whoever was available, that it wouldn’t be taken seriously. But damn did your Papa John’s deliver (and not just the pizza). When you opened the door, trying to sedate your giggles as well as your friends, you didn’t expect to come face to face with probably THE cutest boy you had ever seen. The smug smirk on his freckled face didn’t deter that deduction (even though it should’ve). 

    Sheets of rain cascaded to the earth. The patrons of the planet cowered in their homes from the chilling storm, considering a fool of those who still wandered the streets. It was freezing rain, after all, only an idiot would dare prance in the puddles. Or an escapee.    (y/n) found herself pausing from her great venture to take in the sense of freedom. It was fresh, just as the freezing rain, washing over her and making her shiver. Her dress would be ruined forever from the soaking wet atmosphere, but now she had the chance to choose her dress for herself. A gentle laugh escaped her lips. Freedom smelled like petrichor.    Just as she

He was new. Tall, broad, proud: the essence of what every soldier should be. Of course, it was a natural choice for (Name) to yearn to protect the kingdom of Asgard—his father had done it several hundred years ago, and thus it was his turn to prove his worth in his predecessor’s stead. Yes, (Name) dreamt oft of following his father’s footsteps and raging within grand battles and wars to protect the golden city. It had been this way since he was a child. His mother never failed to offer a haunted smile, filled with encouragement and subtle fear. Of course, in this reality there was not much to fear ever since the nine realm

"You have a daughter," Eggsy stated plainly - flopping down onto the seat next to Merlin without invitation. "Good afternoon to you too Eggsy," said the other man wryly - eyes, however, not leaving the little figure digging through the dirt a little ways away. "Do take a seat."    Eggsy had the good decency to look sheepish at the unspoken reprimand. After so many years in Kingsman, he really ought to have learned his manners by now. "To answer your question," the older agent continued. "No. I don't have a daughter. (Name) right there is my niece." "Oh..." Eggsy breathed in understanding, leaning back in his seat. "You babysi'in then?"

There were many advantages of dating the famed Levi Ackerman - one being that you were completely respected, and that no one with half a brain would so much as mess with you. Sometimes people that lived closer to the bad side of town would wave to you on the streets as you walked by, and you even got discounts time to time. There was also the man himself. Levi was very handsome, despite his short nature, there was no denying that. But like anything, there were disadvantages too. Although most people would leave you alone, people higher up in the food chain that were enemies of his gang would try to target you. You weren't a damsel in distres