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A/N: use of fem!reader "When will Papa be back, Mr. Pixis?" you questioned. "I don't know about that one. Is there something you need?" The older man smiled. "I just miss my papa. There isn't anything you can do about that, Mister." You frowned at the letter in you hand. Levi had gotten into the habit of giving you a letter each time he had to leave for more than a day. It was a way to ease your mind and a promise that he would return for you. "Sorry, little Ackerman. If I'm right, he should be back soon." You yawned, suddenly feeling exhausted, and flopped onto your side, letter still in hand. Within minutes, soft breathing filled the qu

A/N: use of fem!reader Tsukishima walked into the convenience store with a bland experssion on his face. He originally intended to buy what he needed and walk out; however, something stopped him. "Daddy, come quickly!" a young boy called out. A man with messy black hair came up behind his son to assist him in reaching whatever it was he had wanted. Tsukishima instantly recognized the former captain of the Nekoma volleyball team, Kuroo Tetsurou. The blond focused his attention on the child. He looked to be about five and had (h/c) locks. His (e/c) eyes reminded Tsukishima of girl he had known long ago. A wonderful person with a kind heart, b

A/N: use of fem!reader; established relationship + older brother Oikawa; for the sake of the fic, reader has long hair Iwaizumi had always been fascinated by your hair. Whether it was in a ponytail or a loose bun, he thought it was beautiful; however, his favorite was when it was braided, which was how it was usually worn. One day, the odd desire to learn how to braid overtook him, so after school, he decided to bring it up. "You want to learn how to what?" Oikawa inquired. "Braid. I said I want to learn how to braid." Iwaizumi's cheeks were a bright pink. "Why?" "Stop being judgmental, Tooru. You know how." You gave your older brother a

It was a lazy winter day, snow slowly drifting outside. Kuroo had decided to keep you company, because your parents were away on a business trip. The ebony haired captain was reading on your couch while you were curled up with your head in his lap, sleeping. Before long, you woke up, complaining that you were cold despite having hijacked his volleyball jacket. "Cuddle," you whispered, sitting up and slipping your arms around Kuroo in hopes of leeching some of his warmth. The boy glanced down at you to find you gazing up at him, an almost judgmental look adorning your features. "Tetsu, you love me, right?" Kuroo nearly choked on air. "Yes,

A/N: use of fem!reader If Kuroo was asked to describe his girlfriend in one word, he would pick crybaby. You had a habit of crying quite often. Whether you got a bad grade or just felt upset, you instinctively began to cry. This caused Kuroo to panic at first. You assured him that if it was a  serious problem, you would tell him. This seemed to ease the ebony haired captain. *~*~* "Say, Kuroo, where's (l/n)?" Kenma inquired after practice one day. The taller male thought for a moment. He hadn't seen much of you all day, which was unusual in itself, but you hadn't come to watch practice. "Tetsu," a familiar voice called his name. He s

Your eyes lit up as you looked around the festival. Colorful stands filled your vision while the scent freshly made sweets wafted through the air. "Ah, Tetsuya! They have a stuffed dolphin!" you exclaimed, pulling the boy's hand. Kuroko somehow managed to keep up with you. In the blink of an eye, the two of you were standing in front of a small booth. "It's so cute, but I was trying to save my money for food!" You pouted, turning to the basketball player next to you. Kuroko's lips twitched upward when you wrapped your arms around his waist. "(f/n), are you sure this is what you want?" he asked. You looked up and nodded vigorously. After Ku

A/N 1: use of fem!reader A/N 2: contains spoilers for the Interhigh match of Kaijou vs. Touou The basketball player scanned the crowd for cute girls. He almost immediately caught sight of a beautiful girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair and stunning (e/c) eyes. He recognized her as (l/n) (f/n) from his class. How did he not notice you before? He was almost positive he had spoken to you a couple of times. You were standing around and talking with some of your friends, anticipating the game's tip-off. The raven haired boy smiled and prepared to impress you. You could practically see the pink aura and sparkles surrounding him. "So, have any of the play

A/N: use of fem!reader It was a peaceful summer day with a light breeze. A little boy of four laughed cheerfully as his father chased him through the small house. The child looked like his father in almost every way, except his eyes. They were just like his mother's, a beautiful (e/c). "Ryouta, (s/n)! If you want lunch, you better come now before I eat it all!" you called playfully. "No, Mommy! I'm hungry too!" your son called, running into the kitchen. (s/n) clung to your legs while producing fake tears (a skill he learned from his father). You laughed and placed a loving hand on the child's head, smoothing his soft golden locks. "I was

It was a grey and dreary day; the rain absolutely refused to stop falling. Kise was lounging on your bed, reading a random manga he found on your shelf. The blonde sighed as he finished the volume. "(f/n)cchi, I'm bored," he whined. When you didn't respond, Kise's golden eyes trailed over to you. The sudden realization that you had fallen asleep made your boyfriend smile. Gently placing your manga on the side table, Kise snuggled up next to you. "Ryouta," you mumbled softly. You unconciously shifted closer the basketball player. Feeling his warmth, you smiled. Kise wrapped his arm around your waist and held you close. "What were you readin

A/N: (i/o/c)= instrument of choice All his life Kuroko Tetsuya had been forgotten. Almost everyone overlooked the young basketball player. Even some of his friends (*cough* Kagami *cough*) failed to notice him at times. Kuroko had come to accept that he would never stand out and thought he was fine with it. That all changed when he met you. Your beautiful (e/c) eyes and (h/l) (h/c) hair caught his attention. His pale cheeks began to feel warmer when you passed him in the hallway. He wanted to talk to you, but how was he supposed to approach someone like you? Would you even notice if he tried? The blue haired boy became pensive. "Oi, Kuroko