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"Hotaru, you asshole." Tsukishima, from his spot on the couch besides your form, visibly twitches at your words. It is not so much as the comment that is obviously aimed at him — he knows he is an asshole, after all — that rattles him, but at the notion of how you opt to misspell his name when you clearly know he hates it. How long have you two been dating again? Has he not gone over this before? He scowls, and lets out a nose of disapproval. "What's with you, idiot? I thought we went over this a week ago," he chips. You, on the other hand, lays down on the couch which space is entirely covered by your body, hands quickly scrol

This was probably long overdue. But this was more than nothing at all. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and pushed open the door to reveal a hunky figure sitting on the chair by the bed, the ever-present book of sign language in hand whenever he was home. Already the sight of him was enough to let nervous sweat break through the pores on her skin, and seeing his eyes on her as he averted them from the book doubled the emotions that was running rampant through her. She fidgeted on her spot, not knowing what to say or do when he broke the silence with moderate movements of his hands, signing to her: ‘What’s wrong?&#

There are a lot of ways one can do to get rid of unwanted pests, with one of them being a strong, mind-blowing, nose crushing kick to the face. The guy lands on his back, broken nose steadily streaming thick, red liquid as you come down from adrenaline high, getting your breath in check. You haven't exerted that much energy in a while, and it feels good to let off some steam, albeit in an unnatural way. Though, they are asking for it, if the open window and its broken hinges are anything to go by. The guy's partner stares at his unconscious friend from his position at said window, knees already buckling under him even though he does try to

Nothing is more satisfying that to hear the crack of bones under the forceful slam of a fist against the face of someone that a certain Okumura Rin really hates. Even though he has no idea whom he just hit. Though, with you being there, it’s easy to understand how he’ll overlook a thing like that - to him, people associating themselves with demons and bullies mean one thing to him, and that is: people like that must have lessons handed to them. Literally. Which results in the very situation that’s currently unfolding before your eyes. The guy’s face hit the ground before his whole body does, and he crumples on like

Sipping coffee in the rain, waiting for the weather to wear itself out so the sun can make its appearance again - what better way to spend the day than that? Apparently, two heads can’t possibly think alike. Taking scalding sips of caffeine from the yellow mug clasped in both hands, Kise sits on the high stool of the counter, watching as drops patter against the glassy surface of the slide doors, feeling himself becoming slightly drowsy just from the sound. He’s on the couch and the television set is on, displaying news on some train accident he doesn’t pay attention to; instead, he’s more focused on the gray clouds

“Hey, [Name].” “Yes?” “Did it hurt?” “Did what hurt?” “When you fell from heaven.” You were at a loss for words, spatula in hand nearly dropped due to the surprise that was marring your face. Then you turn, facing the figure that was your husband, Yuri Lowell, who was currently staring at you with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Are we really doing this again?” “Hey, you could at least say thank you,” he said, turning you round then wrapping his arms around your torso, putting his chin on your shoulder. “It’s a really nice compliment in more

Family!AU kiyoshi teppei x fem!reader “If you don’t get back inside, you’ll catch a cold.” Despite having your eyes tightly closed, you choose not to crack one open in favor of peering at the intruder who dares to disturb your peace. Silence doesn’t come easily for you, and you’d like if it could be prolonged without distractions coming your way. Unfortunately, you won’t get your wish. Not today, anyway. “[Name].” Your lips quirk in annoyance, though your chest is fluttering with amusement. “Tch, Teppei, don’t you know it’s bad manners to disturb someone who’s

Family!AU archer [emiya shirou] x reader It didn’t fit. For a moment, you have to take a step back and wonder where on earth you’ve gone wrong with this. Surely, you’ve taken all the right measurements - even a quarter of an inch off and you’d be butchering the whole ensemble away - but why couldn’t it fit like you wanted it to? Then it hit you; of course- Archer was just too beefy. The aforementioned seemed to share your sentiment. The dark suit, fitted along with the black slacks and a pair of polished leather boots to complete the arrangement, hugged his figure a little too tight for comfort. It was neat,

matsuoka rin x gn!reader One more look at the phone in hand and your resolve starts to crumble. In retrospect, you should have seen this coming. Crushing after one of the campus’ popular athletes does come with consequences, but you’re not one who is in complete charge of their own feelings, much less controlling them. Once it blooms, either it grows or it withers; and in your case, its growth has become a problem that you can no longer contain. Though, you should have known that rejection feels worse than what is theorized. Like the salt water that’s suddenly flooding your senses. You keep forgetting how on earth you&#