BobbyBooo

It's Christmas time and Santa's here, Making the children smile  The curtains were thrown open, slightly dirtied windows allowing her to see the snow filled front yard.  She lets out a sigh, it was that time of year again.’Feels like just yesterday was the first day of spring..’ With a shake of the head, the young woman leaves the window still,her feet leading her towards the kitchen. Opening the medium-sized fridge, the [h/c] searched with sleepy eyes ingredients for the first meal of the day. ‘Eggs, bread…what am I missing?’ [E/C] eyes narrowed in thought as they searched frantically for the missing in

Music resounded through the gymnasium and a colorful display of lights touched each corner of the walls. The makeshift stage was home to the D.J playing a wide range of 80's and 90's tunes, encouraging the students dressed up for the occasion to enjoy the moment and dance, no matter how badly. Everyone in attendance were forgiven, as they had never experienced something like this. As Student Body President, you were surprised you were able to convince the school's board members to host a Prom-like event. You presented it to them as cultural learning, as well as a reward for the students that had done so well on their exams. The Americas, yo

"Abbacchio," you called from the kitchen of the huge Passione mansion. You waited for a good minute before a tall mass of a man entered the doorway, his dark lips tilted into a frown. "What the hell do you want now?" he spat, his blue eyes staring at you with an annoyed glare. You innocently smiled and fluttered your lashes, "Could you please help me get the cookies down? I can't reach them." Abbacchio sneered at your attempt to flatter him. He exhaled loudly and shuffled over to the pantry you stood in front of. He grabbed the box in frustration and lackadaisically tossed it to you, "Here." You grinned, "Thank you, Abbacchio." The silver-hai

When Josuke found out you were the one for him, the one who made his heart jump into his throat with love, he told himself he would never do anything to lose your trust in him. He would protect you until his last breath. But now, as you both sat in his kitchen eating the breakfast his mother had cooked, he felt a cold tingle trickle down his spine as his deep sapphire eyes locked onto yours. You were casually eating away like nothing happened, but Josuke could feel an odd pressure suddenly appear on his chest. You both had been discussing the plans for the day, since it was Sunday, when you had suddenly stopped talking and stared blankly at

cereal. | yamazaki sousuke x reader ↳ sousuke is extremely fond of people shorter than him, namely you. Although he may not seem like it, Sousuke Yamazaki is a man who is easily amused by the smallest things in life—quite literally too, in fact, because your height in particular, is something he finds oddly enlightening, despite your constant disapproval. He stands with his body casually propped against the doorframe that leads into the kitchen, his arms loosely crossed over his chest as he watches on in amusement. The corners of his lips quirk upwards, resembling what can be considered to be a mixture of both a smirk and a fond

The tanned male threw a towel over his neck, downing a bottle of water. He finished it with a relieved sigh and wiped off the sweat dripping down his forehead. Aomine watched Kagami and the others play on the court with lazy eyes while he cooled off. A buzzing sound caught his attention and he turned to find the source. It was his phone, alerting him that he received a message. The words  WIFEY  flashed across the screen, reminding him every time how silly yet cute you were. Opening the message, his eyes were met with an adorable picture of you laying upside down on the floor with your baby sitting on your stomach. The two of you grinned at

 “What are you doing?” A gruff masculine voice questions taking in your appearance, “What’s it look like I’m doing?” You mumbled around a mouthful of shepherd’s pie an irritated expression crosses your face daring your husband to tread carefully you stare shamelessly at his bare chiseled chest and washboard abdomens. Face flushing, Iwaizumi chuckles running a hand through his black locks, his grey eyes rake over your form lingering on your baby bump as you sit carelessly on the counter in his old Tokyo University volleyball T-shirt. Iwaizumi glances next to you to see the nine by thirteen-inch pan of