Fake it until you make it END (Todorokixreader) by Isram, literature
Literature
Fake it until you make it END (Todorokixreader)
PART VIII.
Seated on the edge of the hospital’s bed, sipping shamefully on a small carton of apple juice, Shôto didn’t dare to look elsewhere than his straw. After what happened last time, guilt ate away at his conscience and he decided to go confess everything to his mother. This way, you wouldn’t have to play the girlfriend anymore. It was the least he could do.
« There. You know all the story now… » he said, not daring to raise his eyes on his mother.
In front of him, her hands crossed on her knees, Rei looked at her youngest son with a little smile. He looked nervous, his body completely tensed f
Fake it until you make it VII (Todorokixreader) by Isram, literature
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Fake it until you make it VII (Todorokixreader)
PART VII.
Shôto glared at his clock as it displayed the ungodly time of midnight. Not only did he slept to his heart’s content earlier at the hospital, but after what happened next, he wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore even if on the verge of exhaustion.
He didn’t do it on purpose, but as soon as he fell asleep, he cuddled against your stomach with his arms around your waist. He slept for about forty-five minutes. Forty-five agonising minutes for you who was left alone chatting with Rei with a complexion a tomato would be jealous of.
Shôto woke up to the feeling of you softly stroking his hair, your voice and
Fake it until you make it VI (Todorokixreader) by Isram, literature
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Fake it until you make it VI (Todorokixreader)
PART VI.
For the third time in a row this week, Shôto woke up in the middle of the night, his forehead covered in a cold sweat, his scar aching and his heart ready to burst. Breathing heavily, he groaned and immediately gave up the idea of going back to sleep, instead he felt the need of some fresh air. Without a sound, he slowly opened the sliding door which looked out onto the balcony, and stepped outside barefoot.
Shôto let out a deep sigh when the chilly air of the night hit his face. It soothed his nerves and gave him the impression that someone was applying a cold compress against his burn. He closed his eyes for a second,
Fake it until you make it V (Todorokixreader) by Isram, literature
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Fake it until you make it V (Todorokixreader)
PART V.
No one ever took you seriously when you were a kid. No adult at least. Your dreams, your beliefs, your aspirations, your fears, your opinions, your values, all of this was grouped together under the same sentence for them : ‘that’s cute’. Meaning, ‘it doesn’t matter’. It was as if they were all preprogramed to ignore whatever would come out of a child’s mouth, no matter how insightful or true it could be.
Adults were deaf to your screams. You understood that when you were nine years old. By that time, you had a real grasp of the disaster the Todoroki’s household was. After four years
Fake it until you make it IV (Todorokixreader) by Isram, literature
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Fake it until you make it IV (Todorokixreader)
PART IV.
Todoroki Natsuo wasn’t a sporty man. For his last birthday, Fuyumi gave him a t-shirt ‘I don’t run. And if you ever see me running, you should run too because something is probably chasing me’, and honestly ? Most fitting present ever.
One day, Shôto and you saw him running and immediately fled away in the opposite direction without trying to understand. Turned out Natsuo was just trying to catch his bus, but better be safe than sorry.
A running Natsuo was a rare phenomenon. A bit like the falling stars. Or a shiny Pokemon card from the first generation. Even the neighbours knew about it and took the
Fake it until you make it III (Todorokixreader) by Isram, literature
Literature
Fake it until you make it III (Todorokixreader)
PART III.
Truth to be told, you had mixed feelings when Shôto offered you to spend his day off in town with him. You knew you shouldn’t think too much of it, there was no way it was a fake date.
« Shôto might be dense, » you said for yourself as you fixed your hair in front of your mirror. « But he DOES realize that there’s no point in going to a fake date when his mom can’t see us. There’s literally nobody else to put an act for, Rei-san’s the only one to know after all. »
Wording it suddenly made you aware of something. The only one to know ?
« Oh crap. Natsuo. Fuyumi. Ma
Fake it until you make it II (Todorokixreader) by Isram, literature
Literature
Fake it until you make it II (Todorokixreader)
PART II.
Memories were a fascinating process. You could remember something from ten years ago in all its details, and yet be unable to tell what you ate for breakfast last Monday. Human brain was a fabulous tool, unfortunately, it didn’t come with an unlimited storage capacity, and choices had to be made. So it saved the most important data, and allowed the trivial things to be forgotten. Simple and logical. But ‘most important data’ wasn’t always synonymous with happiness. Whether you liked it or not, you’d remember the essential events of your life, the things that made you into what you were today, regardles
Fake it until you make it END (Todorokixreader) by Isram, literature
Literature
Fake it until you make it END (Todorokixreader)
PART VIII.
Seated on the edge of the hospital’s bed, sipping shamefully on a small carton of apple juice, Shôto didn’t dare to look elsewhere than his straw. After what happened last time, guilt ate away at his conscience and he decided to go confess everything to his mother. This way, you wouldn’t have to play the girlfriend anymore. It was the least he could do.
« There. You know all the story now… » he said, not daring to raise his eyes on his mother.
In front of him, her hands crossed on her knees, Rei looked at her youngest son with a little smile. He looked nervous, his body completely tensed f
Fake it until you make it VII (Todorokixreader) by Isram, literature
Literature
Fake it until you make it VII (Todorokixreader)
PART VII.
Shôto glared at his clock as it displayed the ungodly time of midnight. Not only did he slept to his heart’s content earlier at the hospital, but after what happened next, he wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore even if on the verge of exhaustion.
He didn’t do it on purpose, but as soon as he fell asleep, he cuddled against your stomach with his arms around your waist. He slept for about forty-five minutes. Forty-five agonising minutes for you who was left alone chatting with Rei with a complexion a tomato would be jealous of.
Shôto woke up to the feeling of you softly stroking his hair, your voice and
Fake it until you make it VI (Todorokixreader) by Isram, literature
Literature
Fake it until you make it VI (Todorokixreader)
PART VI.
For the third time in a row this week, Shôto woke up in the middle of the night, his forehead covered in a cold sweat, his scar aching and his heart ready to burst. Breathing heavily, he groaned and immediately gave up the idea of going back to sleep, instead he felt the need of some fresh air. Without a sound, he slowly opened the sliding door which looked out onto the balcony, and stepped outside barefoot.
Shôto let out a deep sigh when the chilly air of the night hit his face. It soothed his nerves and gave him the impression that someone was applying a cold compress against his burn. He closed his eyes for a second,
Fake it until you make it V (Todorokixreader) by Isram, literature
Literature
Fake it until you make it V (Todorokixreader)
PART V.
No one ever took you seriously when you were a kid. No adult at least. Your dreams, your beliefs, your aspirations, your fears, your opinions, your values, all of this was grouped together under the same sentence for them : ‘that’s cute’. Meaning, ‘it doesn’t matter’. It was as if they were all preprogramed to ignore whatever would come out of a child’s mouth, no matter how insightful or true it could be.
Adults were deaf to your screams. You understood that when you were nine years old. By that time, you had a real grasp of the disaster the Todoroki’s household was. After four years
Fake it until you make it IV (Todorokixreader) by Isram, literature
Literature
Fake it until you make it IV (Todorokixreader)
PART IV.
Todoroki Natsuo wasn’t a sporty man. For his last birthday, Fuyumi gave him a t-shirt ‘I don’t run. And if you ever see me running, you should run too because something is probably chasing me’, and honestly ? Most fitting present ever.
One day, Shôto and you saw him running and immediately fled away in the opposite direction without trying to understand. Turned out Natsuo was just trying to catch his bus, but better be safe than sorry.
A running Natsuo was a rare phenomenon. A bit like the falling stars. Or a shiny Pokemon card from the first generation. Even the neighbours knew about it and took the
Fake it until you make it III (Todorokixreader) by Isram, literature
Literature
Fake it until you make it III (Todorokixreader)
PART III.
Truth to be told, you had mixed feelings when Shôto offered you to spend his day off in town with him. You knew you shouldn’t think too much of it, there was no way it was a fake date.
« Shôto might be dense, » you said for yourself as you fixed your hair in front of your mirror. « But he DOES realize that there’s no point in going to a fake date when his mom can’t see us. There’s literally nobody else to put an act for, Rei-san’s the only one to know after all. »
Wording it suddenly made you aware of something. The only one to know ?
« Oh crap. Natsuo. Fuyumi. Ma
Haikyuu!! Kisses (Oikawa x Reader) by ThatGingahNinja, literature
Literature
Haikyuu!! Kisses (Oikawa x Reader)
Tooru Oikawa was laying on his back on his couch, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He was thinking of a certain someone again; about the way you moved your fingers to gently soothe your neck after sitting at your desk all day, the way you laughed when you thought no one was looking that charmed him so, and most of all, the way you couldn't be bothered to put up with the showy side of him. Only a few of his closest friends saw through that façade of his, but you had been able to spot it from the start.
He liked it. No. He loved that about you.
True. At first, he had hated that about you. It was too much like himself. He didn't like not
Teasing (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader) by nanakomatsus, literature
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Teasing (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader)
Ushijima Wakatoshi was one stoic boyfriend, alright. No matter how hard you tried, none of your actions seemed to get noticed by him.
You'd tried everything, really.
It started off with the normal, small things. Handing him a bottle of water during practice, holding his hand and intertwining your fingers with his as you walked home together or making bento for him.
All you got were barely audible thank yous or small grunts of appreciation. No smile, no kiss, nothing. Ziltch.
After sometime, your grew more determined. And with determination there was boldness.
You started placing small kisses on his knuckles or jaw, hugging him or caressing hi
Haikyuu!! Kisses (Asahi x Reader) by ThatGingahNinja, literature
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Haikyuu!! Kisses (Asahi x Reader)
"Is that one of the dads?" a small manager from DateKou asked a player from her team.
"No, stupid! That's Karasuno's Ace!" he responded, before tacking on quietly, "He just looks even older in that getup."
"Even older?!" Asahi Azumane muttered to the group of boys standing around him, looking down at the suit he was wearing for the party. "I thought it looked cool."
Snickering, Suga confessed, "You do look cool...but sophisticated cool...like an old man."
"What?!" Asahi exclaimed, as Daichi shot Suga a deadly glare and punched him in the arm.
Daichi quickly added, "We've talked about this. You can't try to be cool. You just are or yo
'study session' - asahi azumane x reader by whatsausernamereally, literature
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'study session' - asahi azumane x reader
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"How badass does Queen Ramona sound?"
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Asahi Azumane cracked his knuckles as he loomed over his study guide. He wasn't going to flunk another History test even if the process killed him. All the terms that he tried so desperately to etch into his brain seemed to be doing the exact opposite. He read it aloud but it only went in one ear and out the other, making it seem impossible to memorize the material.
"King Louis XIV was King Louis XIII's son. That seems obvious enough," he mumbled to himself, scanning the assigned study pages for the test.
"Not really."
A girl that Asahi immediately recognized to be (Name) plopped down in t