Japan x Reader - First KissJapan x Reader - First Kiss by AProudHetalian
“No. This is impossible.”
“What is, _____-san?”
You could hear the smug undertone in his words as you buried your face in your hands, racking your brain for any valid answers as to how your Japanese friend had pulled it off.
It truly was impossible – at least, that was what you thought – for Kiku to do it.
Staring at the intimidating Jenga tower, your eyes focused on the very bottom layer, in which Kiku had somehow managed to take out two of the blocks; the middle block and the block to the right, leaving the tower to balance precariously on the block to the left.
You didn’t have a PhD in Physics or whatever subject it was that dealt with gravity, but it was safe to say that you probably had an imaginary Master’s Degree in Common Sense, and what you were seeing right now defied every aspect of it.
“Why did this thing not fall!?” you exclaimed, thrusting a finger at the stack of wooden blocks. “Kiku, did you tamper with m
The Perfect Fit (Leon x Insecure!Reader)Every time you ventured out to the mall in search of a new outfit to wear, you found yourself standing alone in a stuffy little box with a reflective side with a girl staring back at you. She wasn’t someone you knew- but rather, a monstrous version of yourself… a hideous creature that could only be found in your wildest of nightmares. It would take a great deal of strength for you to stare her down until she went away, and then when that failed to do the trick, you’d have to take off the outfit that you had so meticulously scoured the store for and change back into your raggedy old (f/c) sweater and worn-out jeans.The Perfect Fit (Leon x Insecure!Reader) by KCKame
You sighed to yourself as you slid the baggy thing onto your (s/m/l) frame, staring at the way it so gracelessly hung from your arms and how the hem of it was nearly down to your knees. You directed your attention to the outfit you’d so frantically torn off that was lying bundled up on the floor, taking it into your hands and turning it right-si
Bad Dreams (Kiku x Reader)Waking with a start has become a routine.Bad Dreams (Kiku x Reader) by KCKame
Sometimes you’re in a cold sweat. Others, you’re as dried up as desert sands, deprived of not only moisture, but oxygen and light as well.
And so you gasp for breath and feel your way through the dark, desperately waiting for your frantic hands to land upon the lamp on your bedside table and feeling panic surge through your veins when they don’t.
But then you feel a hand gently grasp your shoulder…
No words are needed in that moment.
Just that one, tentative touch has the power to send waves of peace through your body, crashing against the shoreline of your startled mind.
He reaches over you with his other hand, able to find the lamp’s switch even in the darkness. A soft yellow light filters through the stuffy air, unveiling the quaint set-up of the bedroom that you two share together.
You stare absently out at the window in front of your bed, still panting, recollecting the events that had occurred in your nightma
Don't Hug Me, I'm Scared (Kiku x Reader)You sat in a dark room, knees brought up to your chest and your arms locked around them.Don't Hug Me, I'm Scared (Kiku x Reader) by KCKame
In front of you on the floor lay a pile of crushed and empty juice box cartoons with a secret candy-wrapper filled center. Your normally bright (e/c) eyes at that moment were dull and bloodshot as you strained them to adjust to the brightness of the tv screen. Your (h/t) (h/c) hair- which you had tied up in a cute little bun just a few hours ago- hung hopelessly at either side of your head, void of both life and volume, but rich in static electricity thanks to the friction caused by you frequently ducking your face underneath your fury (f/c) mink blanket to scream (which also explained why your voice was so hoarse).
You were a mess; a slave to your television, wasting away in the prison chamber that was your sofa… and all because you had decided to watch every horror movie you could get your hands on during your last visit to your boyfriend’s house for no good reason other than the fact