I Can Tell 2 (Midorima Shintarou x Reader)More Like This
Kuroko no Basket
I Can Tell [Song Fic]
Midorima Shintaro x Reader
[Chapter 2: I'm Sorry...I love you..]
Can I make you feel
Like you've never been kissed?
Like a picture you paint
Will I ever be missed?
Would you stay if I told you my love wouldn't change?
If your hair turns grey?
If you gain a little weight?
The greenette rushed to pack and get his things and bolted out the door. It was a day where Shuutoku's basketball team didn't have practice so he was grateful.
He pushed the doors of the school open and ran out. Midorima went through his contacts on his phone, looking if he still had your phone number. Fortunately, he did and hope you didn't change your phone number. He hesitated before calling you.
"Who is this?"
"(Last-name)...Meet me at the park in 1 hour."
"M-Midorima, is that you?"
"Oha-asa said cherry blossoms are cancer's lucky item"
And with that, he hung up.
What if I
Midorima X Reader: DoubtsMore Like This
"Bwuahahahaha!! (Name)-chan is jealous! This is priceless!" You tried your best not to lose composure listening to the laughter of the hawk-eyed man.
"Takao-kun,just answer my question please." Your (e/c) eyebrows automatically furrowed a bit.
"W-Wait..Let me enjoy this moment firs-pfft!" The jet-black headed guy covered his mouth and turned side-ways to avoid your glare.
"Takao-kun." You're dangerous tone silenced the boy.
"Fine,fine. The answer to your question is that...I don't really know,(Name)-chan!" Takao grinned at you,hoping wipe that scary look off your off.
"So...Shin-kun might actually like Momoi-san?" You asked after sighing a bit,wearing a sad expression. Yes,having attended the same middle school and being the member of the same /legendary/ club,you got curious whether the first crush of your life,Midorima Shintarou had any special relationship with Momoi Satsuki,or anyone else he knew.
"Hm.That could be it. He does praise her very much,saying how good she is in analyzin
Kuroko x Reader: Watching from the Sidelines 5More Like This
The bell sang its sweet melody as students rushed out of the classroom. You gathered your things and placed them carefully into your satchel, holding today's homework to your chest. Unlike normal days, you had to stay back in the school library so as to finish an essay.
Cool air enveloped you as you pushed open the glass doors. The library was truly a reader's haven. Hundreds of books overwhelmed each shelf, performing the impossible feat of a balancing act. The volumes were all you saw everywhere you looked, from encyclopaedias to manga chapters, the room was an endless treasure chest.
Setting yourself down at one of the tables, you readied your pen started writing. The noiselessness of the library was omniscient, only the clock's ticking accompanied the scratching of pen on paper. Just when you stood up to take a break, the doors were opened once more. Head snapping up, the familiar sights of a tall figure with blonde hair came into yo
The Marriage Life: MidorimaxReader (Morning After)The Marriage LifeMore Like This
Chapter 4: Midorima Shintaro [ Morning After ]
Midorima flushed in a bright red when he caught sight of your naked body besides him. Your lower half was covered by plush cream colored comforters but your upper half was exposed. Your arms were wide open as you lay on your back, giving Midorima a clear view of your chest. Your smooth skin was bruised by countless kiss marks all over your neck and collar bone, even some between your bosoms. The green haired man flushed a deeper red and went to push up his glasses with his fingers. His fingers met with the bridge of his nose and he realized that his glasses were off. With his head swarmed with images of you last night, He hadn't notice that he couldn't see half the room, his sight wasn't always the greatest when it comes to seeing far away. It kind of reminded him of that time when you stole his glasses for the day and Midorima was forced to wear his most-of-the-time abandon contacts lens
Tiny Tigers: [Child!Kagami x Child!Reader]More Like This
Kuroko no Basuke.
Child!Kagami Taiga x Child!Reader.
You stare down at your floor, with your tiny arms crossed. A light frown dusts your features as you contemplate each outfit that your mama had set out for you to choose from. Today, you are going to the park with your classmates for Taiga’s goodbye party. You already have your gift wrapped up, and you’ve got your share of food to bring, now you just need to pick what you’re wearing.
You pout at the outfits. You like all of them, which makes it hard to pick which one you want to wear. You tap your finger on the sleeves of your [fave. colour] pajamas. ‘I wonder which one Tai-chan would like,’ You think, staring at them all. After five minutes of staring, you decided to pick randomly. You point to each outfit, and say, “Ini mini miny mo. Catch a tiger by the toe. If he squeals, let him go. Ini mini miny- mo!”
You smile, and walk in front of the outfit your finger landed on. You slip off yo
Makoto x OneSided!Reader : I never thought...More Like This
"Bye, Onii-chan. I'll be waiting for you at home. Make sure to come home before dinner okay?" Haru hummed in response before you turned your heel and walked away, Makoto trailing close behind you. The walk home was silent, Makoto would open up a conversation from time to time but you'll simply answer him bluntly, thus ending every openings he makes for a conversation.
"You know...if you need someone to tell what's on your mind, I'm here for you." You have reached the door to your house when Makoto finally opted to speak, his olive eyes shimmering brightly. You smiled at him before nodding.
"I'll see you tomorrow then, Makoto." The door slid open and you took one last glance at him before closing the door. As soon as the door closed with a soft click your knees bucked and you fell to the ground, slowly you brought your knees close to your chest.
"If it was that easy I would've told you long ago...but then again...there's a reaso
Soft kisses Sakurai x ReaderMore Like This
Propping your elbows on the soft pillows, you swept your husband's bangs away from his eyes. Watching his chest rise and fall with each breath, your eyes glowed with love when he sneezed. Deciding to play with him, your fingers trailed down to his sides and started to tickle him.
Sakurai murmured something unintelligible, before turning to his other side. A few more attempts later, you decided that the teasing would have to stop. Finally free from your tickling attacks, Sakurai's frown faded. Watching him smile in his sleep, your heart was filled with warmth.
It wasn't easy getting him to confess to you, and you had decided that enough was enough when he tripped over while trying to give you a love letter. Smashing your lips to his, you had claimed him as yours in front of the whole Too team. You giggled when you remembered how red he was, his sentences coming out jumbled.
Tracing his facial features, thoughts about the old days came back. Protecting your lunch box from Aomine wa
Let's play a one-on-one?(Kasamatsu Yukio X Reader)You were home alone, watching (your favourite movie) and stuffing yourself with popcorn when you heard your mobile phone ring. 'Damn, I was just starting to get into the movie' you thought to yourself. „Who's there?“ You answered the phone without even looking who was calling.More Like This
„I-It's Yukio.“ said a well known shaky voice. Your heart skipped a beat. You adored the the captain of the Kaijo basketball team, you admired how devoted he was to his team, and above all, you just loved how he would get all nervous around girls, thinking it was really cute. „I-it's really a n-nice day outside, so my t-team will practice outside, at the b-basketball court neareby. J-just wanted to t-tel you that. G-gotta go n-now. S-se ya.“
You would watch them practice almost everyday, cheering them on, and always watched their games. But you did not cheer only for Kise, like every other girl there, you cheered for everyone. Taking a look at the clock, your eyes widend
Denmark x Reader: Please Remember Who I Used To BeMore Like This
I'm lost, so lost...will I be able to see the sky again?
Oh please, one more day
Everyday was painful. You walked around with fake smiles and forced laughs. Couldn't there be one more day like there used to be? Spend the day with the crazy Danish man you fell in love with. The one who pulled you out of the hole of darkness. The one who gave you everything. The one who broke your heart.
After you walked in on your boyfriend sleeping with another girl. Your best friend to be exact. You were mortified. You ran out of the house after leaving a sloppy note stating that you two were through, while tears ran down your face. You went back to your parents house and your dad threatened to take a knife and shove it up your now ex boyfriend's ass.
Ever since the day you showed up at your parent's doorstep in tears you fell back into the pit of darkness. You locked yourself in your room and refused to leave, eat, and drink. You have been this way for abut a month and everyone was worried.
Clingy!EnglandxTsundere!Reader: Just a ChanceMore Like This
"I can carry that for you, if you'd like," said a chipper voice from behind you, right on schedule, just like always.
"I can carry it myself, thanks," was your curt reply, right on schedule, just like always.
Arthur Kirkland had had an enormous crush on you since the first day of middle school, and you were both now freshmen in high school. Scratch that, he was flat out in love with you. He made no attempt to hide it, either. He followed you around all day, waiting on you hand and foot and answering to your every beck and call, trying to make you feel like a Princess. Or at least, he tried to, but you almost never let him.
Many other girls had asked him out, but he'd rejected all of them, and the only girl he'd ever asked out was you. As boys came, his messy blond hair, emerald green eyes and big bushy eyebrows made him attractive enough to get any girl he wanted. Any girl, except you. The irony laid in
Spring Cleaning - Levi x Reader - Short FluffMore Like This
[Author's Notes]: A rather short, light-hearted, mildly fluffy piece depicting a rather ordinary, everyday interaction between the demanding Lance Corporal and an incredibly tolerant and patient Cadet. The ending is a little humorous and unexpected, especially considering how Levi is normally portrayed in both canon and fanfiction. Hope you enjoy.
Warnings for language.
--- Spring Cleaning --
For the dutiful and self-sacrificing soldiers of the Recon Corps, peaceful days were far and few in between. Precious moments like these were far too rare to waste lazing about doing nothing. As such, Lance Corporal Levi took it upon himself to include - no, force, rather - everyone residing at the old castle to participate in his favourite day-to-day activity.
Also, with the new year and the promise of an early spring, Humanity's Greatest Soldier decreed that entire castle should be dusted, scrubbed, washed and polished to a gleaming stat
A Soldier From A world Unknown Part 12You were supposed to be in Eren’s room, talking to Mikasa and eating cake while looking after an unconscious Eren. Rivaille was supposed to be in his room, resting. Hanji was supposed to be in her lab, hypothesizing something. Yet here you were, having a headache, while Hanji and Rivaille ate the cake you baked.More Like This
You just wanted to be of help to Mikasa, because you were sure that she skipped meals to look after Eren. You also wanted to *cough* help their relationship a little bit *cough*. As soon as you got the freshly baked cake out of the oven, a really hungry Hanji appeared. Her eye bags were huge, and her hair disheveled. She looked at you and looked at the cake on the table.
Well, you know what happened next. Hanji ate the cake. The cake you worked so hard on for the sake of MikaEre.
Just when you couldn’t think that anything worse would happen, Rivaille entered the room. He was still limping, and you helped him sit down. He also eyed the cake you made, and
[Modern!AU] Sweet Wedding Bells- Marco BodtxReaderMore Like This
Rapidly dashing out of your room once you were ready to go, you grabbed your keys before running through another small hallway.
You suddenly stopped and took a few steps back to stand in front of a tall, mahogany drawer, faded with age. Standing atop it was a photo that dated back a handful of years. Observing more closely, you could clearly see the kind and nurturing face beside a more rugged, laughing one full of mirth. You recalled that day. You were the one that took the photo.
Gently picking up the frame, you held it in both hands. A wistful smile made its way to your lips as you softly kissed the cool glass protecting the memory.
"Mom... Dad..." You sighed. "I wish you could be here today, it would mean so much if you could."
A disheartened look came about your face and you could feel your hands dig into the sides of the frames, the pads of your fingers losing more heat by the second. There was nothing to regret. They couldn't be here and as much as that hurt, you knew they would
BTLG -A Mystified Gentleman- England x ReaderMore Like This
You woke up on something hard. Slowly opening your eyes, you saw that you were lying on concrete but as you looked on you saw grass growing to your far right. You turned your head to see that you were in fact in the backyard of a large mansion. You gave a groan as you slowly sat up. Your hand was held against your head. ‘Ugh I feel like my head is throbbing’.
Sadly your headache got worse when you heard two voices yelling at each other inside the house. One person sounded like he had an American accent while the other one had a…. British accent?
“Get out of my house, you bloody git!” Britain yelled.
“Aww come on dude! We haven’t seen each other in so loooooong” whined America.
“I said get ou- say what is that?” Britain questioned.
Your eyes were closed due to the pain in your head when you heard a door open and footsteps coming toward you.
Sounding excited Alfred said
RQ: Rivaille x Reader: Seduce me in French"Corporal knows French?"More Like This
You stared at Connie incredulously, you jaw slightly agape.
Connie, satisfied with your response, leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. A shit-eating grin spread across his face, and he responded with a haughty tone: "Eyup. I heard him the other day, he was cursing in french at something that had gotten on his boot."
Beside you, Reiner chuckled, the sound deep and low and reverberating up your spine. "Yeah right, Connie, you little weasel. How do we know you aren't lying?"
Connie sat forward, his face enraged. "I'm not lying!" he exclaimed. "It's true!!"
Jean looked less than convinced. "Really, Connie? I don't beleive you."
"Well..." A small voice interjected. Your gaze turned towards Armin, who's brow was scrunched in thought. "It does make sense. I'm pretty sure Corporal has french heritage."
Eren nodded. "Isn't Rivaille a french name?"
Jean glared at the brunette. "Nobody asked you, Jeager." He muttered under his breath.
[Levi x Reader] It all started with a ScarfI am Levi.More Like This
People knew me very well.
When I came across the Head Quarters, even in the streets, everyone would look at me, fear for me visible in their eyes.
But there’s this someone, who had the guts and bravery to invade my life.
I am Scouting Legion’s Special Operations Squad Leader.
No one would ever dare to object and refuse my orders.
But then there she is, who didn’t even followed me even once.
Such a handful, I know.
But even though she’s getting on my nerves, she still managed to get into my heart.
Ripping it open, letting herself to be encaged inside.
And to be honest, she fucking succeeded.
I was known to be emotionless and insensitive.
And I embraced that fact, long ago.
Years of fighting outside the walls, killing those goddamn beasts, made me rough.
Countless times that I saw my soldiers, my comrades getting killed and devoured by Titans, made me cold.
I accepted that fact, thinking that emotions are only distractions to my goa
My Boss' Secret 9 (Modern AU! Rivaille x Reader)More Like This
“Reality continues to ruin my life.” I quietly laughed as I read the text to myself. Six-thirty in the morning and Rivaille is already up and running. This time, along with the text, a picture was attached. I clicked on it and let it load the attachment while I left to brush my teeth.
Surprisingly, Rivaille was one who texted a lot. He would stay up with me for hours texting each other or we would quietly whisper in our phone calls while my parents were asleep in the other room. He was always the one who texted first since he woke up earlier and he would always be the one to get the last text in because he was stubborn like that.
This morning’s text consisted of the first quote and a picture that showed a slice of burnt toast, though in all seriousness it was more of a piece of charcoal rather than food, and a mug of murky brown liquid that I could only guess was his coffee.
Not a moment after I had seen the picture did my phone ring, with the caller id being Rivaille