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“No. This is impossible.” “What is, _____-san?” You could hear the smug undertone in his words as you buried your face in your hands, racking your brain for any valid answers as to how your Japanese friend had pulled it off. It truly was impossible – at least, that was what you thought – for Kiku to do it. Staring at the intimidating Jenga tower, your eyes focused on the very bottom layer, in which Kiku had somehow managed to take out two of the blocks; the middle block and the block to the right, leaving the tower to balance precariously on the block to the left. You didn’t have a PhD in Physics

Scotland x Reader - Just Shut Up And Kiss Me You're too loud, I'm so hyper On paper we're a disaster ~Shut up and Kiss me by Orianthi ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Arthur glanced nervously from you to his brother, Iain. Unconsciously gulping, he proceeded to clear his throat, getting the two to shift their glares towards him. "If...that is, IF you two are done with whatever it is you've been up to, do you think we could proceed with the task in hand?" As afraid as he was of both [Name] and Iain's tempers, he'd know better than to admit it.  Iain nudged his glasses up, and you huffed, and clenching your jaw, turned around

The Junkyard Allistor, high school bad boy. No one messed with him and no one wanted to. He was a ginger Scottish teen who was well built and would smoke all day. Still, it didn't stop him from being attractive to the ladies. Everyone admitted, he was nice to the eyes. He didn't like school and stopped going, unlike his smart scholar of a brother, Arthur Kirkland. It wasn't as if Allistor was jealous of Arthur. He just didn't want to be pulled down with his brother. He wanted nothing to do with Arthur and it was final. Allistor was actually very smart but he didn't want to show it. He didn't care what everyone expected him to be. He just wan

"OI! GIT YER FILTHY 'ANDS OF 'ER!" Your eyes darted around the ship urgently looking for the voice. Emerging from the group of men was Allistor. Striped of his shoes and weapons. His remaining clothes torn, revealing numerous bruises and cuts. Quite a prominent one ran down from his chest to the lower part of his abdominal. One I was swollen shut and his wrist were bound by rusted metal shackles. When the strange man before you didn't so much as bat an eye lid, Allistor called out again. "A said, git yer 'and off of 'er." His time his voice was sterner. As if challenging the man to continue. You watched in fear as the smirk on his face stretc

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia is the property of Kōhei Horikoshi. i. warm "Hello! Welcome, you can take a seat at that table right there!" Midoriya brightly greeted the new customer and you were startled by the warm welcome. It was way too early in the morning, and you wanted to be as productive as possible, so you had left your apartment flat in order to study at a cafe. "G-Good morning," you greeted back, and Midoriya's smile b

A bunch of fluffy one-shots revolving around different times of day for the lovely BnHA boys of 1-A. Dedicated to my dear itbeajen (https://www.deviantart.com/itbeajen), who has been feeling stressed out lately. Hope this makes you feel at least a little better, love! <3 ----- "Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time." - Marthe Troly-Curtin, Phrynette Married ----- { Midoriya Izuku | Dawn } When he quietly pushes the door open, he sees that the sunlight is already filtering through the windows. He sees your form tangled in pale cream sheets and smirks-- at least you're on your side of the bed this time. He peels back layers of costume and clothing, exhausted from t

Request By: Mikittykun (https://www.deviantart.com/mikittykun) Colour: Midnight Blue Character: All Might Genre: Fluffy Humour (Or one of them) Additional Info: Hesitant to reveal true form to reader Word Count: 929 --------------- All Might meets you by the marble fountain just as sunset turns to dusk. He wears a crisp black suit and carries a bouquet of red, red roses in his hand. He takes your arm in his and leads you to the finest restaurant in town. He insists that you get anything on the menu-- his treat, of course. Against the glow of the stars, he holds you in his arms and whisks you away from the paparazzi to his secret hiding spot; by the creek of a small lake that h

The heart monitor steadily beeps, the clear tubing of an IV drip delves into hiding under white bed sheets, into a plump vein. A pair of bloodshot eyes watch as the liquid dutifully drips without a sound before they slowly fall to the face concealed entirely by bandages. A barely audible tune lilts from the caretaker's lips, while her thumb gently strokes the sliver of skin peeking from his bindings. Both acts aid in the healing process, but neither is as powerful or as quick as a kiss might be. [Name]'s ability was just a means to an end until Aizawa could recover enough stamina to be seen by Recovery Girl. Though it was a tender, and rath

“Ryuzaki...Ryuga...Ryuzaki...L....Um, Hideki Ryuga....Whatever the hell you call yourself? Coil? Uhh, Sherlock? His royal genius?” No response came from him as L buried his eyes into the words imprinted on the computer screen. You crossed your arms and tapped your foot. “Ryuzaki,” you said for the seemingly millionth time. “Ryuzaki. Ryuuuzaaaaaaaaakiiiiiii?” Now, you were practically singing it. Before you could even inhale to say it again, his black eyes turned to meet yours. “Why aren’t you home, [Name]?” he asked, dropping a piece of chocolate in his mouth. “You know I gave ev

Tick...Tick...Tick... Seconds passed. The computers hummed monotonously within the quiet room. The flourescent lights illuminated the rooms, the light buzzing of the light adding to the tense silent. You felt the lower lid of your right eye twitch as you gazed blankly into L's large black eyes. "51...52...53...Almost a minute...," you thought to yourself. L sat there crouched in his usual position, his eyes glued open. His face expression was blank. Black circles adorned the bottom of his orbs. His face appeared ghostly under the soft bulbs. "63...64...65..." You began to feel your eyes dry. Sweat formed on your brow. Yet, you were dete