moments. | natsume takashi
Morning came, and with it a new day.
New opportunities to create new memories with loved ones. Everything should be new, once a new day started and the previous ended.
[Name] didn’t feel like getting out of bed, though.
Lately, it was all she’d been doing. Laying in bed, getting up to shower and/or to eat, doing that homework that’s probably due last week, only to go back to bed before the sun even sets. Hell, sometimes noon didn’t even come when she shut her eyes and let herself drift to sleep until the next morning.
However, just like any cliche stories that morning wouldn’t be just like any other mornings, because as soon as her behind hit the mattress, the front doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of a guest.
She hissed, suddenly remembering what day it was, and who could be standing at the door at this hour.
Pulling herself out of her bedroom, she noted how the house was so dark and empty. It’s probably been like that for a few days - dad
jawline | ushijima wakatoshi
You grit your teeth, trying to suppress the evident pained expression on your face as you stare down bitterly at your hand. Tears were brimming at the corners of your eyes when you cautiously touch at your wounds.
You spare a glance at the culprit beside you, whom was casually eating some rice; void of all emotion and seemingly uninterested at your "antics". And you shake your head grievously as you mouth his name in distaste. Ushijima Wakatoshi.
You narrow your eyes towards the male before miserably looking over to the palm of your hand, breath hitching as you scan at the damage your boyfriend had caused to your delicate skin.
"...Damn it... this is ridiculous..." you heave another heavy sigh, staring distantly at the wide, blue sky, dramatic tension filling the area that surrounds you. "...Just one touch. It was just one touch..."
You flash another glare at the obnoxiously tall volleyball player, exclaiming, "you're gonna have to pay for this Ushiwaka."
Ushijima merely glances
Dick Grayson x Siren!Reader SeductressShe was smiling.
FIRST SIREN CAUGHT - SHOWCASE TUESDAYS - FRIDAYS 10:00 - 3:00 PM
He didn't really believe it. Supernatural creatures were such a dim subject even though he had met his share of vampires and werewolves. Sirens weren't supposed to be real. Atlantis fishpeople were, sure, but sirens were something else. Aquaman had never mentioned Sirens nor had Dick Grayson ever come across one until now.
Swimming in a giant tank, the siren was certainly outlandish looking. With gills on her neck and webbed fingers, a large tail in place for legs, everything else about her looked greatly human.
What enchanted him more was her eyes. She stared right back at him, smirking seductively, going up to the glass and placing a curious webbed-hand onto the glass.
'So beautiful...' He thought. Little did he know that he was being caught under her spell just by looking at her in the eyes but she strengthened his feelings for her by humming
Returned To You - Kanda Yuu x Reader
Dead...your beloved Kanda Yuu was dead, at first you didn't want to believe it but when you watched him leave with Alma and actually pretty much helped Allen with buying them time to be together you knew that at some point as a month passed that your boyfriend was indeed gone.
Even though it hurt you a lot you didn't let yourself break completely down since you could always remember whenever you were sad around him Kanda would just scoff and tell you some small lecture before patting your head.
Sighing you were currently sitting with Lenalee and Marie, your last assignment was finally finished and your face was bandaged up a bit but more so with your shoulder and arm. But other then that you were fine. The wounds you had gotten didn't hurt as much anymore as your thoughts continued to move towards Kanda.
"Thinking of him again?" Marie asked.
"It's that noticeable huh?" You laughed a bit.
"We don't blame you for thinking about him, he was your boyfriend after all..." Lenalee commented.
Waiting. Waited. [Sabo X Reader]
This takes place at Kyros house, after Sabo gave Zoro Luffy's and reader's vivre card.
“I know he might be a bit much to handle, but please do look after him. And do look after (name) too.” Sabo said, waving without looking back as he exited the door, leaving Luffy and his crew to rest up.
Leaving (name). The (h/c) girl looked down at her lap, seeing her fists clenched tight.
“Again… Not again. Never again…” (name) thought. “Go after him, (name).” Robin smiled, placing her hand on (name)’s shoulder with a reassuring smile. “You have something to say to Sabo, don’t you?”
“…I…I…” Nodding, she gave Robin a quick hug before she picked up her large coat and wrapped it around herself. She rushed after the blonde. She had to.
Swinging the door opened, she could see Sabo strolling away.
“I can’t… Let him slipped away…”
AU Levi x Child Reader: His Little Brat- Fortitude
AU Levi x Child Reader: His Little Brat
~ Fortitude ~
Levi Ackerman, Captain of the SR Precinct of Trost, was a man of few words and undeniable results. To his superiors and inferiors alike he showed silent attention, though his personal respect was only granted to those who had well earned it. He wasn't a kind man, or even a particularly nice man, but he was good at what he did and those around him knew better than to question his methods. When it came to upholding the law there was no one better. Levi was as straight as an arrow and twice as ruthless when in a pinch. (A truth that most of the city’s criminals were now well aware of.)
The Captain and his team of detectives and cops were unquestionably the best in their skill set. And due to their unyielding efforts, Trost's crime rate had dropped to an all-time low. Though sadly, there would always be a need for the judicial system, no matter how well th
Hands of an Artist [Kuroo Tetsurou]
The art room was located enroute to the gym. Kuroo had a habit of walking at the side of the hallway against the wall, and she had a habit of abruptly opening and exiting the classroom door. For this reason, they had ran into each other (quite literally) countless times, before and after practice, in early mornings and in late afternoons, yet all they had ever exchanged was a quick glance and an apology muttered under the breath, at most a brief smile.
What grade was she in? What class? He didn’t even know there was a girl this pretty in his school. Kuro found himself looking forward to passing the art room. Running into her would become the highlight of his day, and on days when luck wasn’t on his side, it felt as if something was missing, like skipping breakfast, or forgetting your pencil case at home.
Their first conversation started on an occasion like any other. He ran into her exiting the art room after school while he was going to practice, this time she was struggli
Jason Todd x Baby!Reader"No, that isn't a toy. Let go of it right now."
Jason grabbed the little girl by the scruff of her shirt and lifted her up in the air before taking the butter knife out of her hands. He tossed it in the sink with the flick of his wrist and then turned to stare straight in your eyes. He didn't look too happy that was for sure, he had a big fat scowl on his face, and his eyes were squinted like it was the break of dawn. He tightened his grip on your shirt before looking around the room and sighed in relief when he realized that she hadn't made a huge mess.
"Knives are not toys. You do not play with them. You do not put them in your mouth either."
He stared at the little girl who barely understood him. She recognized that he was angry but the words coming out of Jason's mouth on the other hand were hard to understand. She vaguely caught a few words like No and let it go because she had heard them constantly but the other words past by her like a small gust of wind.
She tilted he
Ciel x Detective!Reader - Unravelling Mysteries 1
It was just another gloomy day for London, as the rain heavily poured down from the sky. The puddles didn’t help, making it impossible not to trip. Of course, the place did live up its reputation – sunny days didn’t really exist there. Every single street reeked child kidnappings to murder, and anyone would be foolish to venture out alone. The era in which you were living in was most likely the utmost dangerous of all – not that it bothered you.
In fact, it kept you and your father in business.
Sure, it was scary, precarious and altogether life-risking, but you couldn’t help loving it. You loved the idea of being a detective ever since you were little. Every day, your father would come home from work and sit you on his lap, telling you all about his amazing crime-fighting adventures. Life couldn’t be more perfect.
Well… That was until your mother passed away.
Ever since then, your father had become more distant, and you had learnt