Marco X Sibling!Reader (Unisex)More Like This
The song in this fic~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmppfABuPgY&index=83&listLfzP9qQW_hrdteY2EXluVIFZxkRYzc2Na
(Brother, why'd you have to go?)
Running from your friends, you head your and Marco's secret place that you would use when you need to get away from it all.
(You left us all so soon.)
Wheezing and sobbing was all that could be heard and a curled up (type) stature with (h/l) (h/c) locks was all that could be seen from under the great willow tree.
(Remember that song I wrote about your family years ago?
Well, they're all waiting for you to come home.)
Reading the old, crumpled up paper located in your pocket, you read over your 7 years old self’s journal entry about your family, but continuously going over the words about your dear brother.
(What do I do?
What do I say?
And Dad tells me to pray.
So I prayed and prayed but the hurt won't go away.)
You don’t have the slightest clue what to do. Should you pray more? It didn’t help previously. Jean couldn
Pirate!Spain x Shy!Child!Male!ReaderMore Like This
A/N: Please don't think anything dirty of this pairing. There is no pedophilia in here, and I absolutely hate when people call Spain a pedophile. With that in mind, enjoy
Pirate!Spain x Shy!Child!Male!Reader
[Voice of the Ocean]
[I heard the voice of the ocean....]
A storm was shaking the ship to it's core that dark evening, putting the people on the craft on edge. The captain, Antonio, was doing his best to direct them in a way that would keep them safe. This was one of the most stressful times besides being under attack or in war with other ships. They weren't sure when the storm would end or where it would take them. Sighing, Antonio simply continued to shout orders as the crew put them into gear. It was a shout from the man in the crow's nest that caught his attention.
"Captain, there's something floating out there!" The man shouted over the loud thunder that echoed above them. Antonio and a few of the mates ran t
Inscrutable [Akaashi Keiji x Reader]More Like This
I OWN NOTHING OTHER THAN THE PLOT.
P.S. THIS CONTAINS SOME PROFANITIES.
Never in your life did you think you'd come across a puzzle so impossible to decipher as Akaashi Keiji. He was an enigma whose barrier was his ever-stoic demeanor. Truly, everyone must have, at one point, found themselves being lured in by his mystique allure. You, of course, were no exception.
In fact, you reckoned that you were the only one that had been pulled in so deep. The way his voice came out like lackadaisical mid-summer breeze, the way the lightest dust of pink on his lips stretched whenever they pulled into one of his briefest smirks, the way his orbs that resemble oceans of crimson and question gazed at you askance, the way he did everything - it hauled you into a whole new dimension, revolving around the inscrutable boy that is Akaashi Keiji. That was when you realized, you'd fallen.
So here you were here, standing awkwardly b
Meetings [ Akaashi Keiji x Reader ]More Like This
The first meeting is chance. A second meeting is coincidence. The third meeting is fate.
The thumping of the bass shook your body while the sounds of laughter, chatter, glasses clinking, and music filled your ears. The dim lighting of the club gave off a very secluded feel, separating it into a separate world from the evening light of the outdoors.
You had come with a group of friends on a Saturday night to celebrate one of the girls’ newfound single status. Club therapy was suggested and the vote was unanimous.
The club setting was a foreign one to you, but because it was foreign, you weren’t afraid to enjoy yourself. However, you laid off the alcohol to keep a sober eye on everything.
After dancing non-stop for nearly ten songs, you decided to take a breather and order a glass of water from the bar. There was only one seat left between a woman who probably couldn't even remember her name and a man who looked like he didn't know how to express any em
Spiel strasse~ *Teacher!Prussia X Student!Reader*~Spiel strasse~More Like This
*Teacher!Prussia X Student!Reader*
'If you want to find out
What love is about
And if you are lonley baby
Just open your mind
You're one of a kind
Just gotta live your life...'
The older Beilschmidt contemplated,his head in his hand,while the students wrote.It was the final exam,as the teenagers were to finish their Senior year.
Blue inked pens hit the blank pages,circling correct - or thought to be correct - answers,filling in the gaps,differently coloured orbs reading at an incredibile speed the text - it was a fragment from Goethe's well known piece of art,'Faust',as the German teacher thought nothing would represent better the language than the classical literature,the cradle of melodical harmony and both religion and moral -.
The male let a small sigh escape his lips as his own ruby red gaze wandered through the mass of students.
They were a good class,indeed.But each class has his black sheeps - with whom the Prussian male got accustomed from
Hibari x ReaderMore Like This
“What would you think if someone said to you that love was just a bomb shelter, or that we use this emotion called love just as we use the term like… To hide just how idiotic the human race really is” ~ KHR-Decimo 2015
He looks at you with nothing.
He literally feels no emotion for you at all.
Really… You’re just another stupid love struck herbivore.
You’re always getting on his nerves.
The way you flip your hair...
The way you cover your face in powdered fakeness...
The way you’re so dam persistent.
The way you’re always so obnoxious to what happens around you…
You’re so self-centred…
It drives him up the fucking wall.
No matter what you do…
No matter what you say…
It’s just so… Fucking... ANNOYING!
Don’t you know?!
That emotion you feel towards him is a load of bullshit?!
Love isn’t real!
Get it through your thick head...!
Love this and Love that...
heartbreaker | oikawa tooru x readerMore Like This
Oikawa Tooru, despite the overall majority opinion, wasn’t really a player.
Sure, one could question many a jealous, spiteful boy or rejected, saddened girl from Aobajousai and receive the exact opposite response - that he was, very much so, a player. After all, a boy who had every girl in his general vicinity fawning over him couldn’t not be one, right? It was a well known fact in other schools, rather than just his own, that many girls had been reduced to tears after he had refused their confessions, and the rumour constantly spinning around was that he had a new girlfriend, prettier than the previous, every month. Boys didn’t understand his popularity while girls pined for just the chance to catch his interest for but a moment.
In the eyes of people that did not know him, Oikawa Tooru was, indeed, a merciless player.
Oikawa himself, though, was more of a self-confessed heartbreaker than the ruthless, conniving playboy image that his mannerisms and behaviours