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 christmas shopping. | tsukishima kei x gn!reader ☆ college!au of sorts Tsukishima can list about a million other things he'd rather do right now, and he really can. Because anything would be better than having to go Christmas shopping Bokuto and Kuroo. Tsukishima just wants to stay nested in the warmth of their shared apartment, but his annoying roommates wouldn't let him have that because they wanted to go to the mall; Kuroo because he is a sucker for sales and bargains, and Bokuto because he likes buying useless trinkets in the gift shop at the mall. The blond lets out a long suffering sigh. "You don't need to buy new one, we stil

//dad!aomine daiki x mum!reader There was something rather intriguing about watching over your eight year old son, especially when it involved foam swords, stealthily sneaking through the living room and creeping behind furniture to 'remain' unseen. He was proudly donning a feather hat and an old, baggy shirt - probably stolen out of his father's closet - and was tucked sloppily inside his shorts. He had strapped the foam sword to his waist using a black belt and for some reason, he had put on his father's police boots as well, which made it rather hard for him to walk normally. All in all, it vaguely reminded you of the attire of Medieval

"Okaay, so you're telling me you're going to meet some random person - and take note that you only know them by their username - and spend the whole day with them?" Hanji had Levi on speaker, her hands busy typing up a report for work. She swiveled around in her chair and sighed loud enough for Levi to sense the disappointment in her voice, and in response groaned. "We have a lot in common, okay? Plus. It's a public place. They're not gonna murder in pure daylight." Levi took a look at himself in the mirror. Was a button-up too formal? Should he just pull on a hoodie and jeans and call it a day? Aw, fuck it. He already went through the troub

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dJ6H0DEV08 Please listen while you read!) Once upon a time, in land not much different than yours and mine, there was an orphanage, small and meek, with kids of all ages. Despite their modest situation, with little money, with no glory, majesty or luxury, these youngsters were happy here. Not long after each child’s arrival into the orphanage, they became a family. They played games together. They stayed up late into the night, reading each other stories. More importantly, they loved each other, no matter how big or small, no matter their appearance or their background. Everyone was accepted. Everyone

say hey if you're gay. | kuroo tetsurou x male!reader ☆ college!au ☆ crack? Saturday nights are your favourite time of the week. Your school assignments are always done on Friday evenings, leaving you with plenty time to laze around, watching movies and TV shows up until the wee hours of the mornings. Yep, that’s your idea of fun. But you know what’s not fun? Sunday mornings. (Or technically afternoon, but who needs to be technical?) Your alarm clock displays 1:00 PM in bright angry red when you finally awaken from slumber, having gone to be at 4 o’clock last night. You are definitely not a morning person, y

cystic fibrosis - a hereditary disorder affecting the exocrine glands, causing the production of abnormally thick mucus, leading to the blockage of the pancreatic ducts, intestines, and bronchi and often resulting in respiratory infection So ugly... The lines of your ulnas and radii, the bulbous protrusions of your bony processes, the pasty, dryness that was now your skin, the hollows in your cheeks, the deepening circles dragging down your eyes, the plastic tubes practically shoved up your nostrils and various needles delving into blood vessels... You were once so lovely, so full of life. You once could dash about in your yard. You once

☽ mafia au "Oh, sweetheart, we certainly aren't the cops." -    An irregular day was unusual for Gate Avenue. That's why (Name) was surprised when she heard something that resembled screaming from the house next door to her. The people living in that house would be considered as party animals due to the many times they returned to their house drunk and laughing, but (Name) had never recalled a time when the party was at their house. The screaming hadn't stopped and (Name) was just beginning to wonder whether she should find out what was going on when she heard something like a muffled gun shot. Her hand froze on the door handle whe

Hello from the other side. "Levi" you whispered, hoping to catch his attention but it didn't work. Just like the many times before, he blanked you. You could see the misery in his his stature, you knew he wanted to cry, but he couldn't. You yearned to reach out and embrace him, to tell him everything will be okay. But that would be pointless, he didn't notice you anymore. You were nothing. So you stood and watched as the rain poured, the man standing in front of you was drenched to the bone, you however, were left untouched by the harsh weather. It wasn't his fault he couldn't hear you. You were dead. (F/n)(L/n) had died on the 57th expedi

“Hey hotstuff.” A cadet sat beside you, his flirtatious gaze looking at you. You felt uncomfortable but you shrugged it off. You just keep silent and eat your so called ‘meal’.   “Aw babe stop avoiding me.” As soon as he said it, a tick mark appeared on your forehead. You tried not to punch his guts. You just sighed and replied “Stop your freaking nonsense.” He laughed, the annoying tone disgusting you. You’re trying not to hurt him and he’s tempting you to do it. You looked at him as you tried to slap him but he caught your (s/c) hands. Your face frowned as a ‘tch’ esca