MoriyamaXReader- Pick-up Lines by vocaloid-luver, literature
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MoriyamaXReader- Pick-up Lines
"Kise, are you sure this is OK?" Kasamatsu asked for the third time.
"Of course it is!" Kise cheered. "I checked with my manager."
The famous model, Kise Ryota, and his teammates from Kaijo High were standing in the center of the bustling lobby of Zunon Boy headquarters. Kise was set to do a photoshoot today, and invited his teammates along to experience the chaotic atmosphere. Hayakawa was currently raiding the food table and Kobori was reading a magazine quietly while Moriyama and Kasamatsu chatted with the blonde.
"So, who's the cute girl you'll be posing with today?" Moriyama asked, the jealousy in his voice was obvious. Kise always go
Cuddles and Mood swings | Moriyama Yoshitaka by Tiacchi, literature
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Cuddles and Mood swings | Moriyama Yoshitaka
You spent all morning in bed cuddling with your boyfriend. Due to your unpleasant time of the month, it meant you had that one day you couldn’t control your emotions and needed all the affection in the world.
They were everywhere.
The sound of the door opening caught your attention, causing you to leap out of bed in your pyjamas, as you were too lazy to change, and run into your boyfriend’s arms. Moriyama, who’d just returned from the store with your favourite ice cream and snacks, managed to place the bags down in time to catch you, wrapping his arms around you in an affectionate hug.
He couldn’t help the chuckle th
Closer (Zoro x Reader) PRIZE by Vizkopa, literature
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Closer (Zoro x Reader) PRIZE
Fem!Reader
Soulmate AU
You felt soft sunlight on your eyelids, filtered through cheap motel curtains. The smell of freshly made instant coffee—bitter but welcome nevertheless—roused you from sleep, though it was still not enough to mask the scent of the cigarette smoke that permeated the very walls of the place. But you didn’t mind. As far as mornings in motel rooms went, this was pretty close to perfect. Especially when said coffee was being brought to you by a half-naked man in grey sweats that left little to the imagination.
He set the coffee down on the stained nightstand, running one hand through still-damp green hai
Usopp X Reader: Change by SheerIridescence, literature
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Usopp X Reader: Change
So much has happened in your life, with many huge changes. You became a pirate, got into the Grand Line, and now, travelling the New World. You’ve come so far with these crazy changes in your life, but none of them were quite as impactful as one specific event that lead to the biggest changes of all: the two years you and everyone in the Straw Hat crew spent away from each other. Those two years caused major changes, some of which could be specifically directed between you and a certain sniper.
“Yo, Usopp!” You called out across the deck, approaching the said man.
Usopp looked up from absently staring out to s
Deadshot x Reader - One-Shot - Good Doings by Princess-Rosaline, literature
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Deadshot x Reader - One-Shot - Good Doings
You were hanging out in the ‘Arrow Cave’ as you called it, even though your best friend, the Green Arrow himself, despised the name. Bored out of your mind, you were scrolling through Tumblr when the attack occurred. Being a normal human with no special fighting skills, you hide under the table, hoping the attacker hadn’t seen you.
Your hoping failed. The attacker was known as Deadshot, and the barrel of his gun was pointed to your head.
“You’re not Mr. Arrow,” he states. “So the question is, where is he?”
“In Central City. I’m just base sitting,” you reply, shakey.
You kne
No More Nightmares [Floyd Lawton x Reader] by WriterAntics, literature
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No More Nightmares [Floyd Lawton x Reader]
Author's Note; I didn't have very much respect for the character Deadshot at first, until I got more in depth of his story. I was even inspired by Michael Rowe himself, who I actually met last month in May at a comic con. He's a very sweet and funny guy and it was truly me meeting him that got me obsessed with his character. (And annoyed with the fact that he is not the one playing Deadshot in the Suicide Squad movie.)
"[Y/n]!" Floyd screams as he watches you get thrown off the building, down to your death.
Floyd runs over to the edge of the building, looking down, trying to see your body.
And he sees nothing.
You open your eyes, glancing
Bartolomeo X Reader: Thinking by SheerIridescence, literature
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Bartolomeo X Reader: Thinking
You had started to travel with Bartolomeo after the long incident at Dressrosa, joining your old friend on whatever bullshit adventure he had planned to go on next. It was Barto, so it had to be something interesting at least considering how your travels went with him before you set sail on your own. To be truthful though, his fun insanity is only half the reason you joined the crew. The other half of the reason was the fact that you were quite into him, and wanted to be closer to him. He always acted like you would be better travelling alone that with his idiot crew, but you just thought he was in denial of him much he wanted you here as
Bellamy X Reader: Good Guy by SheerIridescence, literature
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Bellamy X Reader: Good Guy
Bellamy… It was puzzling on how you managed to do so, but you stuck by his side through everything for as long as you could possibly remember. You were quite aware of all the terrible things he had done, and you never really participated in those activities as you did not wholly agree with them at all, but you knew he had a good side hidden there somewhere, so you waited for it to show. That’s probably why you stayed with him for so long in the first place. You knew he was good, yet currently blinded by his will to look up to that dolt Doflamingo. His devotion to that man was quite incredible, but foolish nonetheless. Even so,
Stay a While (Kaku x Reader) RQ by Vizkopa, literature
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Stay a While (Kaku x Reader) RQ
Short warning for alcoholism, swearing and implied abuse at the end. Mostly just fluff though :3
Fem!Reader
As you made your way home from the store, hand-in-hand with your daughter, Rei, you heard a commotion in the town square. Curious, the two of you followed the sounds of applause and the delighted squeals of children to its source – a sizeable crowd surrounding what appeared to be a group of street performers and, towering above them all, a strange sight on this tiny island you called home. A… giraffe?
“Mama, a circus!” Rei shouted, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet.
You smiled down at her. “L