Wedding Bells: Tadashi Hamada x ReaderMore Like This
You pace the floor of the small room, the only sound being the clicks of your heels on the hardwood floor and the soft swooshing of the fabric of your white dress. You step in front of the mirror once again to check your appearance. Just like the other 63 times you’ve checked in the past hour, you look absolutely perfect. Your makeup and hair have been artistically done to enhance your already natural beauty. The beautiful wedding dress hugs to your curves in ways that you know will drive your soon to be husband absolutely insane, while still maintaining the elegance of a beautiful bride.
The white diamond sparkles brightly on your finger, but is otherwise the only piece of jewelry you have opted to wear. You couldn’t wait to be able to add the second ring that was meant to mold perfectly next to the one you already wore.
You look up, startled when you hear the door burst open before it slams shut. “Hiro?”
A Start. (Tadashi Hamada x Reader)More Like This
You set down your tools with a tut, spinning around in your chair aimlessly. You were trying to get the kinks out of your newest blueprints, but that seemed to be going nowhere. The other robotics students, from what you could tell with your blurred and warping vision, were packing up for the day.
Honey Lemon, as usual, was the first to have her things ready. She skipped over to your testing space in the common area and stopped your chair with a thin arm.
"Ready to go, (Name)?" She grinned, eyebrows high over large glasses. "We'll take you out for lunch if you want!"
"No thanks, Honey, I'm not quite done yet. I want to spend a little more time trying to work this out." You scooted the chair away from her, clenching a pencil between your teeth as you analyzed your blueprint for the umpteenth time.
Your attempt at creating robotic additions to plants was going well, though many speed bumps tended to crop up with every new revelation.
"What's the problem this time?" Honey asked.
Hiro Hamada X Reader: Our Childish Ways.More Like This
"TAKE THAT AND THAT!" Hiro exclaimed as he pressed the buttons on the controller.
He was extremely focused on the game that he didn't even notice [Y/n] standing right beside him, munching on cookies Aunt Cass had given her. She watched as he sat right in front of the T.V. Her eyes filled with captivation of the multicolored game he was playing.
"What a nerd," She teased him.
She sat on the carpet, with gentle eyes still on Hiro, attempting to get his attention. She crunches the snack as hard as she could. The sound startled Hiro as he threw his controller up in the air and quickly turned to [Y/n] with wide eyes.
"What the heck, [Y/n]!" Hiro yelled angrily, which made her chuckle.
"17 years old and still playing kid games." She chirped out, with a laugh.
"Hah, very funny," He scoffed. "At least I'm not a Six-teen year old eating cookies from a zip block bag."
[Y/n] gulped down her cookie before throwing the bag at his face. The bag missed by her weak attempt at t
Thranduil x Reader 'k-i-s-s-i-n-g'"I can not do this anymore, Haruamin (my lord.)" You're gaze drifted to the floor, forcing back the tears that threatened to fall.More Like This
Thranduil looked at you surprised, and sat up in his throne. "What do you mean, (y/n)?" He reached out to you, but you flinched away.
"I am your advisor," you whispered, "being with me only degrades you." You glanced up at the Elven King; he was deep in thought now.
You took this as your chance to leave, so, you quickly bowed and headed for the forest. You love Thranduil, that much is true, but he deserves better than a low Silvan elf.
Ignoring the strange looks you received, you quickly walked out the doors; your braids coming loose in the wind. You didn't care though. You let out soft sobs and wiped the tears from your cheeks.
"Melamin (my love,)" Thranduil whispered, gently spinning you around. Your (e/c) eyes were met with his piercing blue gaze. "You will go back in there, and stand by my side," he said, gently cupping your cheeks.