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tsukishima x reader notes: some swearing lmao The night falls; an amorphous shade of black with stardusts scattered on the horizon and the arizona moon illuminating the heavens. The silence was absolute. There was only the ticking of the clock, the hustle of the curtains and the whir of the ceiling fan. "Tsukki!" Oh. He forgot about you. "I can't believe that guy - I mean, who would do such a thing? He was sitting beside me and I swear, he was copying answers from me! Those were answers, Tsukki. I worked my ass studying for those and he was just-" "(Name), I've got two words for you," he breathes. "Shut the fuck up." "But Tsukki, they w

He checked his watch again. An hour and a half had already passed since he had arrived, and a whole hour from the time that (M/N) said he would be here. Suga couldn’t help but feel anxious from the thought of him being in some sort of trouble. (M/N) had left to visit his family that lives a few hours away, leaving Suga to miss him dearly for a whole week. Today was the day he would return, through train, and meet Suga outside of the station so they can walk home together. But many things were already causing problems for them. It was raining cats and dogs, the service was down therefore Suga couldn’t call (M/N), and most troubles

WARNING: THERE IS YAOI AND READER HAS GLASSES BECAUSE HE'S A REAPER [reaper's have poor eyesight, if you remember] ALSO I'M SORRY IF GRELL IS OOC The reaper clothed in practically nothing but red let out a long sigh. "Will, dear? Where are we going? How much further must I walk? My heels are killing me!" When he didn't receive any form of response, he let out a groan. Grell pushed his square-rimmed glasses further up his nose, his dazzling green eyes shining beneath the lenses. "If I tell you, will you shut up?" The tall, dark haired male sighed, pushing his face into the palm of his hand. "Of course I will!" Grell folded his arms, breathi

Going through old pictures in my phone, I find an old request and decided to write it. [M/n] - male name [H/l] - hair length, [H/c] - hair color, [E/c] - eye color      Ciel sat in his office, bored half to death.  He was a teen now, so he was easily bored.  But, the main problem was he actually had nothing to do.  He finished his paperwork, he didn’t have any meetings, and he didn’t have any classes anymore.  Of course, he could be playing a video game or something, but Ciel had already beaten all his games.  And he wouldn’t be getting a new one until November.  So, he was cursed into sitting in his office, surfing the bo

Mistake Denmark x Male!Reader WARNING: There is a small smut scene in here~ nothing graphic though. Just wanted to warn you. c: ~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x This is a mistake, it wasn't supposed to turn out this way! This was supposed to be a simple get together with your one-side crush Mathis Kohler, a few beers were not supposed to turn the Dane into something like this! His lips ravishing yours, his hands foundling the breast that were not there, settling for teasing your already tight buds (aka your nips people) with his calloused hands. Arching off of your back, allowing the Dane to do what he please with you. A sadness of sorts s

Title: The Murder Face Summary: Anime: Hetalia Male!Belarus x Male!Reader Oneshot Commission for Paanda-Tan Credits: Hetalia and it's characters © Hidekaz Himaruya      [is that right?]   This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi You/Male!Reader © You/whoever you want Warnings: Human names are used [Belarus is Nikolai Arlovskiy]. Nikolai Arlovskiy. The name who brought fear into the hearts of most students that attended Gakuen Hetalia Academy. He was a rather tall Belorusian, complete with ice-cold eyes and platinum blonde hair. His usual attire consisted of a large, beige-coloured coat and a scarf - no matter what the weather was.

Summary: Anime/Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club Title: Selfish Kyoya Ootori x Male!Reader Oneshot Warnings: None. An alarm was not a welcoming sound, as Kyoya had mentally noted down as he was forcefully dragged from a dimension of sweet dreams. He heard shuffling beside him, and a pressure was removed from his chest as that infernal beeping continued its dreadful tune. Cracking open his eyes with a somewhat pained expression, he glared at the man whom was sat on the edge of the bed, tiredly reaching for his phone so that he could turn off that alarm. "You get back in this bed, right this instant." Kyoya was not a morning person. Everyb