sayitwithwords

sore all over. | aomine daiki х gn!reader college!au where daiki is smart enough to go to college. a/n: mentions of sex but nothing explicit. It's a horrible idea from the very beginning. You know it, Daiki knows it. Yet that didn't stop you and Daiki from going all out. Spur of the moment, you suppose. But now, on this terribly wonderful Monday morning, you and Daiki were beginning to regret that decision. Sitting in the library with a friend, Shintarou, the both of you shift uncomfortably in your seat, suffering from the consequences of that said decision. You slump back in your seat, twisting and turning your body so that you wo

A sweet smell of many flowers filled the air as the light wind flew inside the sultry room. The gust of fresh air calmed the nerves and set the many hearts that gathered in one place at ease. A soft hum of leafs mixed with the masculine voice of the principal as he uttered his last words towards the seniors. They were sitting in their uncomfortable chairs, listening to the never ending speech. The usually modified and personalized uniforms were changed into their plain and formal way. It made all of the students look the same. And there, in the back of the room sat a dark haired teen, named Kasamatsu Yukio. Arms crossed, back straightened an

   The gong of the massive antique clock in the living room downstairs went off for the– you had truly lost count. You have been laying in bed for several hours now, waiting for Morpheus to grant you a visit and bloody put you to sleep. No such luck it seemed. Probably the fact that you had slept the most part of the day had something to do with your current insomnia. Yet it was not only your rested body that kept your mind painfully awake when all you wanted to do was pass out until morning so you could leave the place and lock yourself in your house for at least a week. The desire for isolation was ignited by a reason so irritating th

Silence. The long corridors were dim and empty, only sparing the milky light of the night sky. Your slippered heels stood high as you tip-toed through the hallway, carrying a thick blanket over your button up pajamas. With eyes squinted, you manoeuvred down the hall, knowing exactly where you were heading. To the room with light still cracking through it's closed door. Upon reaching the door, you could hear the movements of pen on paper and an occasional page flip. He was up late again. Without hesitation, you forced the door open. "Sabo, why aren't you sleeping" "Oh, (Y/N)?" His groggy eyes shot open, dark rims clearly visible. "Go to s

[Last] [First] gripped her long, black coat in her thin fingers as she stared at the two new tombstones in front of her. In her head, she could still hear the sounds of a shovel digging into the ground, occasionally making a sharp noise when its blade made contact with one of the rocks shadily covered by earth. The Undertaker had been long gone, yet the frightening sound was getting stronger and stronger every minute. Death was close. Her butler was standing behind her, not moving a muscle - just looking at her. She could feel his piercing gaze on the back of her head. His hunger was undeniably strong. Stronger than any kind of craving she

“Crap!!!” I thought and got up from my bed quickly. I got panicked and didn't know what to do. Itachi looked like it was no problem at all. “Hide somewhere, quick!!” I whispered desperate. “I'll try to distract her!” He just looked at me with the same expression and said nothing. I groaned and went out of my bed room and closed the door behind me. “Oh...Hi, Sakura.” I said, trying to keep my poker face as good as possible. “I'm sorry if I disturb you this late, but I just wanted to check up on you.” Sakura said. “How are you feeling now?” “A little bit better,

The rest of the patrol had been fairly quiet and Toshiro knew that something was bothering you, though it surprised him that you hadn’t told him what was on your mind. “[Y/N], is everything alright?” Toshiro finally broke the silence, tilting his head to the side to read your facial expression. “E-eh? Nothing, I’m fine,” you turned to him with a small smile plastered to your lips. After a moment’s hesitation he nodded his head and left the matter alone, even though he could tell you were lying. An hour later you both had reached home and there Momo and Rangiku were waiting outside the apartment do

“I’m going with you.” You stated, stubbornly crossing your arms over your chest as Sabo stared at you with a concerned, yet denying expression. “It can be dangerous, and I don’t want you to risk your life. Koala, Hack and I are enough to go to Dressrosa.” He desperately wanted you to change your mind, but that would not happen anytime soon. “Actually, you know I’m strong enough to stand whatever will come there.” She started, frowning deeply as if to emphasize her dissatisfaction. “And I can’t stay here wondering if you will be okay-” “(Y/N)…” Sabo si

“So what did you buy for Izaya? I would think he’d be the most difficult to buy a present for.” You walk down the street, tucking the small red wrapped present under your arm and sticking your hand in your pocket. The streets are filled with people running to shops to buy Christmas presents or enjoying the decorations in windows. You stop in front of a toy store and smile at the toy train going around a Christmas tree, small puffs of smoke coming out from the top of the toy. “Erika I have been his girlfriend for four years now. I would like to think I can buy a decent present for him. But you’re completely right

“Wh—what are you doing, [First]?” Haise was pulled away from his cooking duties when he felt your arms snake around him from behind. Specifically, around his itty bitty waist that you seemed to be drawn to more and more lately. He didn’t know why you were being so clingy and affectionate, and as much as he liked it, it still flustered him. It didn’t seem to bother you in the slightest – it never mattered where he was or what he was doing, you’d be lying in wait, ready to strike. It was a little unnerving, no matter how hard he tried to stay alert you’d still get the best of him. Completely di

Rubbing her bare upper arms rather furiously, [Name] cursed herself for not bringing a jacket. She'd go get one, but her body remained rooted to the spot on the Second Ship's roof. The cold wind blew through her formerly perfect [h/c] locks, irritating her puffy, bloodshot eyes. Even as she heard footsteps suddenly hitting the deck and slowly heading for her location, she sunk deeper into her crossed arms and knees, hiding her face from view. [Name] lifted her head barely an inch when a familiar chuckle invaded her ears. "All dressed up and no place to go?" Hirato asked, tapping his chin in thought while carefully watching the slumped over

 Red. It is the colour of inflamed passions, love and fire. It is vibrant, flashy and bold, a colour that slightly startles the onlookers of the person wearing it. It is something that signifies victory, ambition, power and courage. It is a colour that is very much alive in your eyes. It is the colour of the sky when the sun begins to rise and when the sun begins to set. It is a beautiful colour, but it is twisted and evil in its own way. Red is a quite... scary colour. While it brings about the end and beginning of the day, triumph and love, it is also the colour of war. It is the colour of blood, frustration and hate. It signifies rage, ma

       “Well now, that last turn was a little unexpected, but I think it turned out alright.” Smiling in a way that reminded you of a cat, Abel once again lifted the box of items from its place and looked out over the group. In only a few seconds, he'd locked his eyes on yours and had carefully placed the box in front of where you were sitting. “I choose you to be next.” “Thank you. I was really hoping I wouldn't have to wait another seven minutes for my turn.” Equally excited and nervous, you dropped out of your seat and quickly began digging around the inside of the box. There were plenty

"Oh buddy! You missed me hmm? Oh I know~" You cooed as you pet your large golden retriever, (Pet/Name). Which you have been doing for the past three hours. You see, your boyfriend, Alfred, and you had decided to drop by your parent's house and to which (Pet/Name) had pounced on you. Alfred was annoyed. You two had planned to come over for a friendly dinner with your parents, then you two would go home and he would turn on a movie, you two would cuddle, he'd be a happy man. But no. This evil ball of adorableness had showed up to ruin it. "(Name)! Hon, come help me clean up!" Your mom called from the kitchen as you stopped cuddling the over-s

You were sitting in the kitchen of Stark Tower. After the destruction of S.H.I.E.L.D. Tony had agreed to let the Avengers use it as a new base. Over the last two years more of the Avengers had also come to live there. You had joined the Avengers nearly a year ago after you had helped capture one of the most dangerous of men in the nine realms, Loki Laufeyson. A lot had changed since then. Loki had been in a prison for over six months when Fury thought he could be a valuable asset to the Avengers team. Everyone had objected, even though Loki seemed to have changed. ‘Loki does not change,’ Thor had said. ‘No matter how much

[A/N: Just wanted to mention that Genos and reader-chan don't know each others name so the reader refers him to his heroes name while he calls her miss] You were always a coward, crying as soon as you got in danger but whenever you were, a hero who was famously known as the demon cyborg would always be there in time to save you. “T-T-T-Thank you!!!” Due to your timid demeanour, you could never actually face him after the battle and run away, exclaiming those words. “I have to stop doing that.” You scolded yourself as you recalled the times you were saved by the s-class hero, your cheeks heating up due to the embarr

{ Kageyama Tobio / F.Reader } prequel: tag game to the heart \ {Kageyama Tobio}   It was a surprise, or maybe not so much, to walk in the classroom after club activities to retrieve your forgotten notebook and find one of your classmates, more specifically the sour plum Kageyama Tobio, sleep…   not so peacefully.     At first, you thought he was simply sitting at his desk, not entirely sure what he was doing alone in the classroom just sitting there with his arms crossed, but after you called out to him and no response came back, you walked up to him and tapped his shoulder lightly. When a soft moan came from his lips, you took a