Ever wonder why Akashi Seijuro likes to win or be on the top always? Well his father was one factor, we actual all know that. But another factor was a girl, none other than [l/n][f/n].
No one knew this except Akashi himself.
It was around elementary school Akashi met you. A girl with [h/c] locks and big shining [e/c]. During those days you were the top in your class beating Akashi. You made small bets back then. He didn’t mind, well because he didn’t see himself as all mighty before.
You were now making tiny braids on his red locks. The bet was if you become top of the class you can braid his hair.
“Ne~ Sei-chan let̵
Like The Father - Aomine x Reader by ReinaKitty274, literature
Literature
Like The Father - Aomine x Reader
“Turn! Turn!” an annoyingly loud voice shouted, followed by several video games sounds.
“Ah, he passed me!” You groaned and pulled your blanket over your head.
“No one beats us but ourselves! Pull it together, son!”
“Yeah!” You sighed as you quietly slipped out of bed, dragging your pillow along with you. As soon as the living room TV came in sight, you threw the pillow at the taller figure of the two.
“Ouch!” The man cringed as he rubbed the back of his head. He sharply turned his head to look at you, pain written all over his face despite it being a pillow and not a brick. R
Like The Father - Akashi x Reader by ReinaKitty274, literature
Literature
Like The Father - Akashi x Reader
“(Name), make me breakfast,” a childlike voice called out as something moved on top of you. You groaned and pulled your blanket over your head, hoping to resume sleeping. Whatever it was crawled a bit closer to your head. “(Name), wake up!” You growled softly as you sat up quickly and looked down, finding a young redhead sitting on your legs.
“…ah, a mini Sei-kun,” you groggily stated, yawning afterwards.
“I’m not papa!” the child exclaimed. You blinked a few times as your eyes adjusted to the lack of light.
“Ah, it’s Seiji,” you said as your hand reached out to
wake up call [midorima shintarou x reader] by okumurachanchan, literature
Literature
wake up call [midorima shintarou x reader]
You were so tired, but you couldn't even sleep.
Ugh. Damn it.
You just wanted to call your boyfriend and have him talk to you until you fell asleep. He'd probably be pissed for weeks if you did, and he'd probably never let you live it down. But, you couldn't resist. Midorima Shintarou was so cute. So, after having a moment of thinking to yourself, you decided to take your cellphone from the bedside table and dial his number.
After a few rings, he picked up from the other line.
"If this is not important, I suggest you wait until tomorrow, [Name]." His deep voice was stoic and bitter as usual and you couldn't help but smile.
"Wah! Wait, Sh
Sultan (Hanamiya Makoto x Reader) by gryffindorslion17, literature
Literature
Sultan (Hanamiya Makoto x Reader)
“Aren't you supposed to be the big, bad boy, Makoto?” You frowned at the pouting male laying on the floor of your bedroom.
“Hey, even bad boys want some cute, adorable and really, really fluffy things to hold, alright?” He growled back at you, dark grey eyes piercing through you like swords as he cuddled with your white coffee colored Persian cat. The cat didn't look happy with the situation but it was far too lazy to do anything about it but glare. “And Sultan is fucking cuddly, alright?”
“His name is Suleiman.”
“Too long.” He snorted, scratching the fat cat under the chin. Sulei
pay attention [aomine daiki x reader] by okumurachanchan, literature
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pay attention [aomine daiki x reader]
You didn't know why, but you enjoyed visiting your boyfriend, Aomine, everyday even though he was asleep half the time. Sometimes, he'd be awake—just barely—and you'd talk nonsense all night when his parents weren't home. And, yes, they almost never were.
Sometimes, he'd even give you his clothes to wear. It was usually a pair of sweats and a baggy shirt. You didn't mind though. His clothes were comfortable. They'd always linger with the scent of him or his laundry detergent. Surprisingly, he never failed to smell really good even with how lazy he was on a daily basis. You'd wonder, once in awhile, if he ever took showers. Good t