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Falls Love 🍁 Yagyuu Hiroshi


Anime: Prince of Tennis
Character: Reader x Yagyuu Hiroshi
Genre: Fluff

You sat outside under the shade of a large oak tree. The season had changed to fall, turning the leaves a bright shade of orange and brown. A smile came to your lips as the wind rustled your through your hair, causing the fallen leaves around you to stir.

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought you out of your thoughts. Seeing your long time crush, Hiroshi Yagyuu, standing in front of you in all of his glory caused a spark of pink to rush to your cheeks.

“If you sit out here too long, you’ll catch a cold.” He told you gently.

You swallowed the nervous lump that had formed in your throat and attempted to speak without stuttering, to no avail. “I-It’s not quite cold enough for that, Y-Yagyuu-san.” Your voice remained at a low pitch, barely above a whisper.

He pushed his glasses up with a slim middle finger, sitting down next to you on the leaf covered ground. This caused your blush to darken. “That’s a beautiful necklace.” He commented, holding the heart shaped pendant in between his index and thumb.

“T-Thank you.” You squeaked, trying to ignore your embarrassment.

He called your name softly.

You moved your shining eyes to meet his.

He smiled at how shy you are, leaning in closer to your face. “You’re adorable.” He murmured, his lips finding yours in a chaste kiss.

Your eyes widened in shock before you managed to gather up all the courage you could possibly muster. “Y-Yagyuu-kun I… I love you!” You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, not believing that you had just confessed your feelings to Rikkaidai’s gentleman.

His soft chuckle made you look up at the purple haired boy.

“I love you too.” He smiled, pecking your cheek before taking your hand into his own and intertwining your fingers with his.

You smiled despite your blazing cheeks.

You had just found one more reason to love fall.

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A Glass of Water {Kise Ryouta}


Anime: Kuroko no Basket
Pairing: None
Genre: Crack, Friendship


Your body jerked forward when a weight was added to your back, arms wrapped tight around your neck from behind. From the corner of your eye, you could see a mess of blonde hair. If the ‘cchi’ hadn’t given it away, the hair sure did.

You patted his arm lightly and he loosened his grip.

“What’s up, Kise?”

“Nothing~” He sang after releasing his grip completely. “I just wanted to walk home with you~!”

You raised an eyebrow, questioning his motive. Actually, never mind, you don’t want to know.

You shook your head and continued on your way towards your apartment. Kise easily caught up to you with his long legs and fell in step beside you. Since his place is in the opposite direction, you were going to take a stab in the dark and say that he had every intention of going to your house.

The two of you walked in silence for several minutes before he broke it.



“Why don’t you like Midorimacchi?”


You stopped, looking at him in confusion. Where did that question come from all of a sudden? You knew he had a motive for wanting to walk with you, but you never would have expected that.

“Well,” He stopped in front of you, his hands behind his back as he looked up at the sky. “Whenever he’s around, you act really moody. And you always give him attitude when you talk to him. You give him dirty looks, too…”

You didn’t answer, turning your own gaze up to the sky.

It was crystal blue with very few clouds; the ones that did occupy the sky were so thin, they might as well have not been there at all. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as hot as the weather man had predicted.

You could feel Kise’s brown eyes on your face.

“Why do you hate him, Kurocchi?” He questioned softly, his long fingers tugging on the end of your t-shirt.

With a sigh, you ran a hand through your hair, closing your eyes to collect your scattered thoughts.

“I don’t hate him, Kise. I just…”

“Just what?”

“I don’t know…” You paused. “I’ll put it this way: I don’t exactly hate him, but if he were on fire and I had a glass of water, I’d drink it.”

He blinked, his school bag sliding off his shoulder. “E-Eh?”

You shrugged, picking his bag up and walking away. “You asked.”

“M-Matte, Kurocchi!”

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Cooking Disasters {Matsumoto}


Anime: Bleach
Pairing: None
Genre: Crack

“Are you… sure about this?”

“Of course! Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe!”

“I’m… not so sure about that, Matsumoto.”

“Relax, already! As long as the captain doesn’t come along, we’ll be fine!”

“I’m no expert or anything, but I’m pretty sure you aren’t suppose to add cotton candy to spaghetti sauce…”

“It’ll make it sweet!”

“Add sugar, then!”

“Oh, look! Let’s add this orange, too!”

“Wait! Matsumoto!”



“The captain is going to kill us!”

“Have faith in my cooking skills!”

“Your cooking skills? What cooking skills!? You’re adding potatoes and mushrooms to spaghetti!”

“It’s for flavor!”

“Add garlic! Not nutmeg!”

“Ooooh! Maybe we should turn the fire up!”

Matsumoto reached over and turned the fire up to high. Five minutes later, it had boiled over onto the stove.

“Hehe, whoops.”

“Whoops? You call this whoops!?”

“It’s not like you’re doing anything!”

“Only because you threatened me!”

“WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?” Toshirou appeared in the kitchen, glaring hard at you and his orange haired lieutenant.

“We were making spaghetti….”

We nothing, I’m not part of this!”

“T-This was meant to be S-Spaghetti?” He was quite horrified.


It took you both about five hours to clean up the disaster the orange haired woman had created.

Here’s a warning: Never let Matsumoto cook anything!

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Appeal {Adult! Reborn}


Anime: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Reader x Adult! Reborn
Genre: Fluff, Romance

“You know, Reborn…” You started, looking at a picture of Reborn in his baby form. “…You were so cute as an Arcobaleno.”

“Hmm?” He looked up from his espresso to you. You were lying comfortably on the couch, looking through the tenth generation photo album.

“You’ve changed… a lot.” You murmured, unaware of the approaching hitman.

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow as he straddled your waist, hands on either side of your face. “How so?”

“Well, when you were a baby, you were really cute, ya know?” You never broke eye contact with the older male. “Now, you have some major sex appeal.”

His lips curled up into a smirk. “Let me show you just how much sex appeal I really have, amore.”

Before you could respond, his lips pressed rough against yours.

That was one night you didn’t get any sleep.

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8 Mile {Alfred Jones/America}


America came bursting through the front door of his house, panting heavily with sweat dripping from his blonde locks. Despite this, he was still wearing his bomber jacket.

You blinked at the male country. “What’s your problem?”

“I just… ran 8 Miles…” He huffed, falling onto the cold wooden floor with a soft thud.

Who, in their right mind, would run eight miles in one hundred degree weather? Alfred, apparently. But, he’s never really been in the right mindset, anyway.

You moved to hover over the fallen sweaty form, eyebrow raised. “What the hell’d you do that for?”

“Because I…” huff “wanted to learn how to rap…!” He exclaimed, grinning up at you.

“Say… what, now?” You cocked your head to the side, trying to figure out what nonsense this crazy dumbass was spewing.

“Remember that movie… with Eminem?” He managed to push himself into a sitting position, having regained some of his normal hyperactive energy. His blue orbs were twinkling like that of a child on Christmas morning.

“Yeah… so?”

“They call it 8 Mile for a reason, obviously! That reason is simple. Eminem is a great rapper, don’t cha think? Clearly, the name is referring to Eminem walking 8 Miles in order to become such an awesome rapper!” He exclaimed with excitement, grabbing onto the bottom of your shirt.

You sweatdropped. “So… if you walk 8 Miles… you think you can rap?”

“Of course! That’s what the movie is implying, right?!”

Epic Facepalm.

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An Apple A Day {Ryuk}


Anime: Death Note

Pairing: None

Genre: CRACK

“An apple a day, keeps the big bad shinigami away.”

Go. Away.” I scowled, attempting to block out the insistent and annoying whining that came from the large male shinigami.

Ryuk simply chuckled at my distress, looming over me to get a better look at what I was working on. “Come on, go get me some apples!”

“No.” For the thousandth time.

“Pretty please?”

“Ya know, you trying to pull that off is not sweet and cute, but instead it is creepy and down right weird.” I glared at him over my shoulder before turning back to my homework. “Why can’t Light get you apples? He is your owner, right?”

“I’m not a dog.” He responded, staring blankly at me. “Shinigamis do not have owners, our books do. And Light is on vacation.”

The pencil I had in my hand snapped at the force I was applying to it, my eyes growing wide as fear settled in the pit of my stomach. “S-Say what now? P-Please tell me you did not just say what I think you just said…”

Ryuk chuckled and began to float next to me, his legs crossed and top half of his body hunched forward. He was clearly amused by this situation. “He went on vacation with his family. Left behind the death note, too.”

“Bullshit!” I whipped up, eyes narrowed into a glare at the Shinigami. “Light would never be stupid enough to leave the death note behind for someone to find. He wouldn’t be able to do anything about it!”

Ryuk chuckled, propping his head up in the palm of his bony hand. “That’s true… unless he had someone he could trust to leave it to.”

“Don’t tell me… he couldn’t have!”

“Check your bag.”

My eye twitched as I grabbed ahold of my school bag, throwing it onto my desk and nearly ripping the zipper off.

“In the math book.”

I glanced at him before pulling out said book. I saw the outline of the death note in the very back of the book and my eye began to twitch again. That dirty bastard!

“He knew you would never find it due to your deep hatred for math. However, you always keep it with you to use as spare paper. The death note was completely safe, and Light had nothing to worry about.”

“Mother fu – !”

“Apples, now. Apples!”

“Go to hell!”

“Will there be apples in hell?”

“I swear to god, Ryuk…”

An apple a day keeps the big bad shinigami at bay~

“That does not apply to you… bastard.”

“Come on, you know you want to~”

“And why’s that?” I rolled my eyes.

“Because I won’t leave you alone until you do♥~”


That damned shinigami had a point.

I made a mental note to kill Light once he returned from his vacation.

Maybe leaving the death note with me wasn’t such a good idea when it came with an apple obsessed shinigami.

I grinned wickedly. Just you wait, Yagami. Just you wait.

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99 Bottles (Red vs Blue)


“99 Bottles of motor oil on the wall, 99 Bottles of motor oil~ Take one down, pass it around, 99 Bottles of motor oil on the wall~!”
“The hell are you singing?” Church stared at the pink Donut.
“99 Bottles, of course~!”
“Ooo! Church! Church! Hey, Church! I know that song!” Caboose was repeatedly poking him.
“Motor oil… What’s up with that?” Tucker questioned.
“Aren’t you supposed to start with 100… ?” I added as I stood beside the aqua armored male.
“No~! It’s 99 bottles of motor oil!” Donut protested.
“I agree with the pink lady!” Caboose announced, like anyone really cared.
“Shut up, Caboose. It’s beer. Not motor oil, dumb ass.” Church scoffed. Caboose and Donut ignored him, as they usually did. “Hey! Don’t ignore me!”
“Esto es insustancial.”
“Anyone get that?” Tucker asked.
“Nope.” I muttered, shrugging.
“Why do we have a Spanish robot if no one speaks Spanish!? Why does no one speak Spanish?!” Church questioned.
“Because none of us are Spanish.” Tex scoffed, speaking in a way to insult the Blue’s Private.
“She’s got a point.”
“Shut up, Tucker.”
“85 bottles of Lysol on the wall, 85 bottles of Lysol~ Take one down, pass it around, 38 Bottles of Lysol on the wall~” Donut and Caboose chorused.
“Now it’s Lysol?” Grif.
“85 doesn’t come after 98.”
“That’s right, Simmons! 81 comes after 98!” Sarge.
“Of course, sir!”
“Kiss ass.” Grif snickered.
“Dude, shut. up.”
“Make me… kiss ass.”
“That’s it. I’m killing you.” Simmons started to chase Grif, shooting off rounds that never seemed to hit the mark.
“Violence isn’t necessary!” Doc chimed, following after the two.
“He was still here?” Tex asked.
I shrugged again. “Obviously.”
“What morons.” Tex sighed, turning around and walking back to Blue base.
“How the fuck do you go from 85 to 38?” Church.
“Only those dipshits.” I sighed, turning around and following after Tex.
“Yep.” Tucker agreed, following after me.
“Son estúpidos.”
“I agree with Lopez.” Shelia followed after the Spanish robot.
“Of course you do.” Church scoffed. No one could see it, but he was rolling his eyes at the robot couple; he found it stupid, as he did with most things.
“25 bottles of flag on the wall, 25 bottles of flag~ Take one down, pass it around, 65 bottles of flag on the wall!”
“Hey! Don’t leave me here with these idiots!” Church cried as he ran toward Blue base.
The duo were still singing all through the night. They were stationed in between Blue and Red base.
“Will someone shut those dipshits up!” Sarge yelled, loud enough for everyone to hear.
Meowww~ Mueahw~
“Since when did we have cats in Blood Gulch?!” I cried in disbelief.
“It’s Donut’s cat!” Grif answered back.
“Since when did Donut have a cat?!”
“He was hiding it from the Sarge!”
“Everyone, shut the hell up!” Church growled.
“That’s it! I order everyone to kill those morons!” Sarge demanded.
So much for a peaceful nights sleep.
“We can solve this without violence! Guys!” Doc whimpered.
“99 bottles of Grif on the wall, 99 bottles of Grif~ Take one down, pass it around, 96 bottles of Church on the wall~!”
“The hell… why me?!” Grif groaned.
“I’m killing you now.” Church grabbed his weapon and headed out, Sarge doing the same.
“1.” Sarge started.
“24 bottles of Sarge on the wall~”
“24 bottles of Sarge~ Take one down, pass it around, 3 bottles of – Ahhh~!”
As soon as they said ‘three’, both Sarge and Church started blasting both of them, making the two rookies scatter and run around screaming like little girls – literally.
Just another normal day in Blood Gulch.