MiserableCookie

Last night was the last straw. You and Oikawa have to go down the drain. Of course, you still have feelings for him, but unless he changes that shitty attitude of his, god, that pride of his should level down at least a little, but you weren't backing down this fight until he realizes it himself. So when morning came, you immediately went to school. You didn't wait for that Trashykawa to show up in front of your house like he used to do every day, and you were sure he'd stop doing that, anyway. You were thankful vacation's finally over and tests were none of your concern for now, so that means there's a higher chance to avoid that Oikawa.

"Iwa-chan!" Oikawa shouted towards his friend, waving his hand. "and...there came the annoying brat." Iwaizumi mumbled, rolling his eye. The whole Oikawa family walked towards to the picnic spot and settled down for a peaceful picnic. And that's not going to happen when Oikawa and Iwaizumi is around. "Iwa-chan! your daughter is so cute!" "Iwa-chan! did you made this?" "Iwa-chan! you're so cute!" Cute!? Iwaizumi flinched at the statement, and became red as a beetroot. And I don't mean blush, I was meaning anger mixed with embarrassment. "will you shut it!?" Iwaizumi yelled at him, throwing a volleyball at him. "ITTAI! Iwa-chan~!" He wh

Golden slits watched the girl as she came downstairs. Slowly, he closed his book then gave her a smile that the half asleep girl didn't even acknowledge. A frown spread over his lips as he sat the book on the end table then walked to her and pulled her close to him. Slowly, the girl seemed to relax and lean into his chest. "Good morning sweetie." Bill leaned down and kissed the girl's forehead and she leaned into his lean, muscular body. "Still partially asleep?" A small nod. "Hungry?" Yet again she nodded and he picked her up and carried her to the kitchen.  He kissed her forehead and sat her down in a chair before walking over to their cabi

Persona 5 – Akira Kurusu x Reader You love reading. After all, it is your only escape into a world that you can enjoy without the/ hassles of societal rules. If it wasn’t for that, you weren’t sure where you’d be at this point in your life. Of course, this led you to believe that things such as happy endings and the such were only something one could dream about. In fact, that was only one of the many things you believed didn’t exist since they only happened in books. Magic—as expected—is something you’d find in a book. You didn’t believe in it no matter what anyone said to you. You wou

SEQUEL TO 'USE (SINBAD X READER)' “I don’t know how you did it,” Princess Kougyoku said softly one day. After you and Sinbad joined in marriage, you grew closer to the Kou princess, having understood what she went through. “Sinbad has always been a hard person to charm. Normally, he is the one who attracts women like moths drawn to a flame.” She didn’t speak with disdain or resentment. No. Not at all. In fact, she spoke it like it was a distant memory she reminisced from time to time. You knew for a fact that she didn’t feel anything akin to love for your husband anymore. She’d long gone passe

You knew that he was only playing with you. Just like he was with that Princess from Kou. You knew that he was only using you for the benefit of his kingdom, for his people. You knew that, in the end, he would leave you, hurt you and break your heart. But you didn’t stop. Not when he sent you such passionate gazes across the hallways, such seductive words that made you lose your breath. He was so convincing, so… real that it hurt. You liked to think that this behavior was reserved for you and only for you, but you knew better. He had this effect on all women. There were no exceptions. For a long time, you had tried not to succum

SEQUEL TO 'USE (SINBAD X READER) AND 'BROKEN AND USED (SINBAD X READER). Dreams haunt you every single night. Dreams of them. Not a single day passes without you remembering Sindria. It is where your heart is—your son and the man who is ultimately both your life and your death. You cry yourself to sleep every night, hands trembling in their grief, in their desperation to hold onto something, and you find yourself breaking a little bit more with each setting of the sun. Sometimes, even though you know you told him not to, you wonder if he tells your son of you. Of your legacy, of the life you left behind, of the daft choices you made

Beginning-Sinbad x Reader The first time he saw her, it was during an attack in the Marketplace by robbers. It was the classic handsome guy swoops in and saves the day kind of thing, and Sinbad was that guy. He vaulted over the wagon separating him from the stall getting robbed, and as he did, he made eye contact with the girl in charge of the stall. Her [e/c] eyes were widened in surprised, and her [h/c] locks were blown back from the sudden gust of wind. Sinbad merely winked at her before landing on top of the nearest robber and knocking him hard over the head. He made short work of the rest of the robbers and the girl thanked him profuse