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Prussia x Crossdresser!reader "Kaito-san~ I love you so much~ Can't we get married a-"marilsan
"Get this weird person off of me! Who the heck is Kaito-san anyways!?"
You rub your cheeks against Kaito-san's, excitement coursing through your body. There might just be a god out there! A god so merciful as to create a wonderful real-life Kaito-san just for you!
"Ah... ______ bro... I didn't know you leaned that way. Not like I have anything against it bro!" Alfred laughs. Gilbert looks at Alfred for both help and for the loud American to shout up.
"Who is this?" Mr. Spaniard begins- eyeing you warily. It was as if he didn't know what to think of you.
"Our new keyboard player!" Alfred grins. His eyes sparkling like the stars themselves- and it was clear that he was envisioning something greater then any of the others in the room could imagine- something far off into the future.
"What!?" Gilbert cries, "This is so unawesome!"
You followed Kaito-san everywhere.
Antonio, who had introduced himself
Prussia x Crossdresser!Reader The piano had just been sitting there in the corner of the room looking incredibly lonely, so of course you were tempted to play it. The question is, would you really play it without the teacher’s permission? Would it really be worth it to do such a thing behind his back?marilsan
But then again, your Nintendo DS was waiting for you under your pillow. All you would have to do is walk out and leave, prepare for some noise by Ludwig’s Italian friend, and then have some nice relaxation with your handsome Kaito-san.
But the piano… how long had it been since you played the piano? Just thinking about it make your fingers flex with anticipation, and soon enough you find yourself sitting on the piano’s bench.
What am I doing, I’ll get in trouble! Is of course the first thought that runs through your mind, but you push it away when you finally settle your fingers in their familiar positions.
Raindrops on Roses you sing in your mind, before your fin
RomanoXReader - SpectrumRedRussianRevolution
He's wearing red. A peculiar combination, a red shirt with a black tie. Slick, black trousers. He looks very formal – too formal to be sitting outside a dingy bar. You're intrigued by him. When you finally work up the nerve to talk to him, you learn of the source of his fury; a wedding, a runaway bride and a cancelled reception. He's piqued your interest. Moving closer, you listen to his words; red, passionate, angry – just like his shirt.
You've shaken him up. Of course he's still angry; it was less than a year ago he was left at the altar, but now he channels that anger into his work. With his anger misdirected, he can put only positive energy into your budding relationship and his own hobbies – he doesn't take you as hard as he used to. You like it better this way – the feeling of knowing his passion can be controlled, just for you.
You come to see him almost every day. He produces more work when you’re around, he says, as if you're his muse.
[Gaara x Reader] OrdersYthenskia
You have always been able to follow orders; unconditionally and unfailingly, regardless of what they were. Whatever the Kazekage asked you to do, it was your pride and duty to please him and fulfil all his requests to the utmost of your ability. For years and years, you'd stayed religious to that ideal: following whatever orders the Kazekage - no, Gaara - had given you.
And yet here you were, disobeying them...
The first time you'd seen Gaara, that had been your greeting; a cold, blunt, hardly-appealing command from an eleven-year-old, red-head with no eyebrows. Regardless of how you wanted to remember the story, it was the complete, unalterable truth that you'd willingly complied within nanoseconds, too afraid to resist. When he was eleven, Gaara had been sent to kill your parents who were traitors of the hidden sand. You didn't know at the time of course, but apparently, that had been the sand siblings' mission that day; but also, to bring home their child.
Shut up and
Pick up lines (Ichigo x Reader)Rukia2011
"screw that! I'm not doing that!"
"Ichigo! Stop being a woman and man up!"
Renji exclaimed as he tried to push the Orange hair teenager out the door but the substitute soul reaper had a hold on the door.
"Shut up renji! It's not that simple! Let go of me!"
"Oh come on! Rukia a little help here."
Rukia chuckled to herself in a dark manner as she waved a familiar iPod in her hands in front of Ichigo's face making his face go pale.
"Listen here Ichigo. It's rather simple. Either you accept the dare or I play this song you don't want your crush to hear. The choice is yours."
Hungry teenagers told the cashier what they wanted as the fast food workers worked diligently to make sure their customers got what they ordered.
"Thanks come again!"
Afterwards a sigh left (name) lips as she finally finished the last order as she watched the look wanting to go home. It was now after the lunch hour and the restaurant had settled down.
That was until a familar trio walked
[Rin Matsuoka x Reader]
With a bright screen and a dim light, your eyes are itching and it's hard to keep them open.
Here you are, writing a report for biochemical engineering at 2:30 in the morning. You would've fallen asleep long ago, if not for your boyfriend's amazing coffee-making skills.
"Hey, Rin?" you call out, feeling a little guilty for making him stay up late with you. He has a swim meet or something tomorrow, and although he had a long nap earlier in the day, you don't want him to be tired when swimming.
"Can you make me another cup? I can barely keep my eyes open."
"Give me a minute."
You wouldn't have to be here, but your computer shut down in the middle of your typing earlier; the battery had heated up too much, and you lost at least half of your document. And this report is due tomorrow.
Ever since, you've been saving every five minutes.
Briefly, you close your eyes and rub them softly, before turning down the brightness on your computer. Your legs are numb from