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(A/N: The babies (and trash) are so cute. Semi-crackfic! All kaomojis from: http://japaneseemoticons.me/all-japanese-emoticons/ If you can't see the kaomoji, I would suggest switching browsers. Have fun with crack (ლ ۞ิ ჴ ۞ิ)ლ ) ‘You have added Mayonaka no Shadow Boy and 3 others into a group chat.’ [10:24 pm] Me: setteeeeeeers assembllllllllle~!! [10:25] Sugar Mama Sugamama: (first)-chan? What’s wrong? [10:26] Mayonaka no Shadow Boy: (first)-senpai? sugawara-senpai? [10:27] 💩: (first)-chaaan~!! ♡ you texted me back~! 💩: eh?! tobio-chan?! [10:28] MSB

Note - (h/s) means high school name. Reader is an innocent kuudere in this. PG13! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was your first day at Karasuno High. You had switched from (h/s) to Karasuno a bit later in the school year, so you had no friends and had no idea where you were. Attempting to peer over everyone’s heads, you stood on your tiptoes. You were really short, like ridiculously short, and it was sometimes annoying, such as in this situation. Some pointed brown hair flashed from the corner of your eye, distracting you. How did they get it so spikey? Hair gel? Whi

    Tsukishima had noticed the changes.  He had felt the unease.  He saw the signs.  So why?  Why didn't he do something earlier?  Why didn't he stop her before she made a final decision?  He shouldn't have let her go when she left.   He should have never even let her leave the gym.      He ran, clinging to a thin thread of hope that he'd reach her.    But he didn't—.    Don't do this, (y/n).  Anything but this.  I told you that I wouldn’t mind the trouble as long as I get to stay by your side.  So please, come back.    — for his swan had already flown away to a foreign land.    *---------------------*-------------

    “You want to have one more practice match against them?” the coach asked.    “Yes,” the captain said.  “Is it too much to ask for?”    The coach heaved a sigh.  “As long as you don’t sprain your ankle again before the game, then I have no problems.  However—I’m setting up more conditions for you.”    Oikawa stiffens.  “I-I understand.”    “Iwaizumi-senpai,” a girl asks.  “What practice match are they talking about?”    A guy with brown short hair turns to her.  “Oh yeah, you weren’t here then.  It’s a practice

************ Warning, as the title says, there is self harm mentioned in this story. If you don't want to read that then please go to a different story************ Staring at the mirror, all you can see is dozens of imperfections and a dozens of self inflicted scars due to those imperfections. Tracing the scars in their various stages of fading, you recalled the reasons that you had put them there. Your stomach was soft and rounded instead of flat as you thought it should be. So you put a row of scars on your hips. Your thighs touched far too much, or so you thought. So you etched a few tallies into them. Your mother yelled at you for not

“Can we go now?” Tanaka whined, arms stretched across the table, “We’ve been here so loooooong.” You eyed your boyfriend carefully. It’s true, he’d been cooped up in library with you for nearly two hours now, and now that all of the food was gone, the boredom was starting to kick in. “One more minute, okay? I just have to lock up.” You rose from the table, stretching your arms above your head, hoping to shake off the drowsiness that came with daily tutoring. Picking up your bag you strode through the rows of books and turned off the lights, finally ready to leave for the night. You gave

"Hey- _____! Snap out of it." Your best friend said, waving a hand in front of your face. "It's your turn, truth or dare?" You blinked in surprise for a moment, before remembering that you weren't actually in Hogwarts, and were in fact, in your stupid muggle school. The group of friends surrounding you waited patiently for your answer to the dreaded question. "Dare," you decided, figuring you'd most likely regret it later. There honestly wasn't much they could really have you do, considering your group was sitting at a lunch table, waiting for school to begin, just like everyone else. Honestly, the worst they could do was make you confess