Emoticons [Tsukishima Kei x Reader]Emoticons [Tsukishima Kei x Reader] by okumurachanchan
Tsukishima was zipped up in his winter coat with a giant girly scarf wrapped around his neck. It didn't match him one bit. If Hinata and Tanaka were around, they'd have to restrain themselves from laughing like idiots. Funny thing was, the blonde middle blocker didn't even know it wasn't his scarf.
His phone beeped. As he checked his phone, he mentally prayed that you—his cute, little girlfriend—weren't angry. Just thinking about you yapping your mouth all night gave him a pre-headache.
From: My dear [Name] ♥
To: Tsukki Is Bae (ી(΄◞ิ౪◟ิ‵)
tsukki tsukki. i've been outside for 8584155174 years. where are u? i'm cooooollddd.
are u still at practice?? (´∩｀。)
He facepalmed at the nicknames you had set the contact information to. He could never forgive himself for letting you pick out such horrible names. Of course, he could rename it if he wanted to, but he didn't have the guts. He kind of.
my kouhai is so cute! | konoha akinorimy kouhai is so cute! | konoha akinori by shoujodere
Konoha Akinori was sitting besides you, and you had no idea why.
It's not that you felt uncomfortable or anything--actually, scratch that. You actually did feel uncomfortable, but you decided to stay silent and focus your attention back onto your novel. At first, you thought that he was just sitting down to relax or some sorts, so you left him alone. And that's when you felt his eyes fixated intently on you. You started to grow nervous and uncomfortable, and you had the overwhelming urge to leave but your body wouldn't move.
"Um.." That's right, [Name]. Just stay calm. "Konoha-senpai.. It's not that I don't hate your company or anything.. I really don't! But.." You quickly averted your eyes away from his face to avoid any contact looking at him. The last thing you wanted was for your oh-so-great senpai to look at your flustered red face. "..but... May I ask what you're doing?"
"Oh, nothing," he replies. "Just wanted to see you, I guess."
'What the hell's that suppose t
you're too cute. | futakuchi kenjiyou're too cute. | futakuchi kenji by shoujodere
❝ D-Don't say embarrassing things like that, Kenji! ❞
❝ Aha, sorry! You're just too cute! ❞
"[Name]-chi!" you jump at the sudden yell; thankfully, you didn't drop your food (otherwise it would have been a total waste of money). Futakuchi grins at the sight of you and snakes his arms around your waist from behind, placing small chaste kisses on your cheeks. Your face turns into a deep shade of red and you tried to tell him to get off of you (although stutters only came out of your lips as you attempted to tell him to remove himself off of you).
"I've been looking everywhere for you!" he says. He didn't want to remove himself off of you — he wanted to continue touching you, and holding you in his arms, feeling your warmth. And so, he held you tight, pulling you closer to him — not wanting to let you go. He rests his head on your shoulder, and he could see the colours of pink and red that covered your face. He smiled, "Why are you eati
'The Visitor' - [Jean x Mermaid!Reader] - Part 3'The Visitor' - [Jean x Mermaid!Reader] - Part 3 by cherrypikkins
---'The Visitor': Jean x Mermaid!Reader: Part 3---
Putting it delicately, Jaeger and I have never experienced the joy of being on the same wavelength with one other. More often than not, our sporadic 'disagreements' tend to end up in bruises and bloodshed, though I'll admit I'm not much better than him at keeping a reign on my temper. I’d also be lying if I said Mikasa didn't have anything to do with it. It's petty and childish, I know. But it irks me to no end the amount of attention she gives him that he neither appreciates nor deserves. The little shitwad.
But more than anything else, it's his incessant rage against the fabled merfolk that's kept me on edge whenever he's around. And goddamn, when that kid gets angry, you'd be downright crazy to stay in his way. Standing in front of a charging bull would be a far safer idea.
Yet here I am, barring his path while he stares me down with an accusing glare. His knuckles are ghost-white upon the wooden baseball bat. It looks