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You are about a millisecond before you lose your marbles. You have used all your willpower in refraining yourself from strangling Patricia for the last two weeks. She has been flirting, touching and has been all over Connor’s personal space, trying to get his attention but the poor guy is way too much of a gentleman to push her away or tell her off. As much as you wanted to do it yourself, you know that Connor was more than capable of handling the situation, or so you thought. Cause if he has then why hasn’t he done anything? Does he like Patricia? Or is he just that oblivious to know. “So Connor, I was wondering if you wa

cereal. | yamazaki sousuke x reader ↳ sousuke is extremely fond of people shorter than him, namely you. Although he may not seem like it, Sousuke Yamazaki is a man who is easily amused by the smallest things in life—quite literally too, in fact, because your height in particular, is something he finds oddly enlightening, despite your constant disapproval. He stands with his body casually propped against the doorframe that leads into the kitchen, his arms loosely crossed over his chest as he watches on in amusement. The corners of his lips quirk upwards, resembling what can be considered to be a mixture of both a smirk and a fond

'I wonder if Kei actually likes me.' This particular thought has been plaguing you for days now. No matter what argument you try to combat it with, the doubt always remains. It creeps up when you're alone the most, like now. You sit here, waiting for Kei's practice to end. 'Maybe I could ask him about it when I see him next?' The thought makes you inhale sharply. You shake your head. 'I don't think I could do that. After all, I'm sure it's nothing; I don't want him to feel guilty.' Not everyone is naturally affectionate. When you began dating Kei, you realized that sooner than later. It wasn't too bad at first, as you were overwhelmed with

five kinds of kisses. | tsukishima kei x gn!reader i. after practise kisses Tsukishima has practise every day after school. You'd wait for him every day. He tells you not to, but you do anyway because what kind of lover would you be if you went home, leaving your boyfriend alone to work hard and walk home by himself? (You don't tell him though that the reason why you always insist on waiting for him is that you like to watch him play, like to see his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and how his muscles strain with every movement.) After practise ends, he is drenched in sweat and his breathing is a little heavy. You walk up to Tsukki, a t

 It was 6 years since then. It was 6 years since Overwatch fell. And it was 6 years since you started visiting Jack's tombstone. You always came on the same day, at the same time and with the same flowers in your arms. And then you just stood there, looking at the name engraved in the cold stone, thinking about all the things you could have done differently. Would it change anything? Would you be able to save him? Maybe you could stand in front of him instead of the stony reminder of your failure. You could still vividly remember all the feelings he had woken up in you. With just one nod as a hello when you passed him in the corridors,

every revolution starts... A faint snow whispered over the city. Soft red hues dulled the sky. The bedroom was warm in contrast to the white coldness of the outside. Everything was quiet and lovely and perfect and you just couldn't seem to get enough of it. The feeling of home in their small city apartment filled you heart and soul to the brim with joy. These are the moments you lived for. A small book sat on your lap, your thumb holding your page between closed covers. A dim yellow light peaked over to you from Levi's nightstand as he read his own book, tea in hand. He didn't seem to notice your staring, though if he did he didn't mak