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You lived in Miyagi and go to Karasuno. You were the assistant manager of the volleyball team. Tanaka and Nishinoya have always been nosy about your love life because for as long as they’ve known you, they’ve never once seen you go on a date. The Karasuno volleyball team knew you had a boyfriend. They knew he was from Tokyo and that he was a volleyball player. However, aside from Daichi and Suga, none of them knew his name or what school he attended. The Nekoma volleyball team knew their captain had a girlfriend. They knew you were from Miyagi and the manager of one of the volleyball teams. Aside from Kenma, none of them knew yo

"So class, today we will be doing something special." You look up at your teacher Mr. Moe, wondering what he has in mind. That last special thing he had for the class resulted in a kid being taken to the emergency room. Those cats were adorable though…. "Since this is English, I had thought about doing something fun that didn't need a lot of effort. So, you're all getting pen pals!" You blink, smiling slightly while twirling your pencil, 'Pen pals? That sounds kind of fun! "Yes, yes. Quiet down children. Now you're going to be getting other high school students just from a different country! "Now I know what you're thinking. 'Mr. Moe,

Dead Man, Dead Man Where Are You? (Denmark x Reader) Contest entry for ~GizmoJax (https://www.deviantart.com/gizmojax)’s proverb contest! Song(s)- Near Light by Olfur Arnalds https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHVh_L_kv1Q . . . I sighed and watched as the blue seas rolled by. It was a warm night, much of the people had already left for bed leaving me to myself, well, almost to myself. Below me stood a man, a man whom seemed to almost vanish every time I’d look away. He’d appear and disappear on whim, as if he himself was the wind and the warm summer night itself. I never had the chance to speak with him. The many times I’d try and walk over to the

Fools Paradise Sequel to Fools Gold “Without Adriaan, I was sure I’d be at the bottom of the Hudson River.” . . . “Isn’t that nice Tim?” I smiled softly to my brash husband, his dimly lit emerald eyes seemed glazed over as he stared down at the small crib. Its warm peach colored exterior a perfect fit for either sex of the child that was growing in my stomach. I was hoping that getting away from the house for a few hours would at least cheer up one of my boys. “Ja…it’s nice.” Tim’s gaze turned over to our son, Adriaan, whom was playing with a few toys strewn out on a pl

A Questionable Suicide Endearing Warning. There is no pressing of a relationship in this story; there is constant mention of suicide and outward loathing as well as grotesque thinking and ideals on life and death. Are you sure you are ready to read this? If so, please proceed.   This will be written in three separate parts, this is part two, they will become increasingly darker than the last and will be uploaded at random so please do not expect chapter two to be posted a week after this one, rather the next or the one after. Life and death come at random so why shouldn’t this story?   Thank you. “I felt enclosed, so enclosed i

A.N. This will make more sense if the prequel is read first! http://wingedsupernova.deviantart.com/art/Norway-x-Reader-An-Old-Viking-Love-472424101 It was break time for the World Conference, and you were going to help yourself to a much-needed third cup of coffee when you heard a voice calling down the corridor. "Ileana! Wait, Ileana!" Romania came bounding down the hallway before freezing three feet behind you. "Ileana," he said, bowing slightly while miserably trying to disguise his breathlessness. "Please forgive my presumption, printesa, but I was wondering whether I might be able to accompany you…" "She's not interested," Luka

The pen in your hand burned.  Just holding it in your shaking grasp caused intense pain and discomfort.  But what else was new?  This feeling was something that had made itself a home in your daily life.  It left you broken, beat, tired, and depressed.  If there had been any bit of light left in your dark hole of self hate, it would have been your friends.  But it was unnecessary to cause them any trouble. Surely they would move on eventually, you were not something to be dwelled on after all.   The pen kissed the paper and danced along the blurry lines.  Your writing came out a bit shaky, but what else to be expected?  It was readable, and t