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(Halloween Contest Entry) You were pacing. Back and forth, forth and back, if that was a thing. Either way, you were in a state of distress. Why? Well, the volleyball teams of the Miyagi prefecture were throwing a pretty huge Halloween costume party, and as the assistant manager of the Karasuno boys’ volleyball team, you got the invite (a/n: #tfti). And you didn’t have a costume. You went out to buy a costume last night, but apparently, older people can’t have regular costumes anymore.  Absolutely ridiculous. I can’t be a regular cat, but I have to be a sexy cat,  you thought. Princess? Nope. SEXY princess.  At this p

It was tournament day. Just a casual one, nothing prestigious or title-winning. But it was for fun, and it was hosted at, the one and only, Karasuno high school. Even though it had been a small informal tournament, schools from all over showed up. Seijou, Nekoma, you name it. You attended Karasuno, home of the crow. You were a starter on the girls’ volleyball team, and you often helped out with the boys’ affairs.  And you may have had some type of thing (wonk wonk) going on with the King of the Court himself. Exhibit A: “Good morning, Kageyama-kun,” you uttered, seeing the raven-haired boy walk your way. He nodded

    Kageyama Tobio X Reader    Here's a few things you need to know...    Take me on a date... "Kageyama!" You called into the gym. You figured he was there, this was his sacred place, on the court. "Shh! She's here!" "Dude, don't blow this!" "Do I look okay?" "The idiot's gonna faint." You questioned the noise and opened the door more to enter. "There, don't you look nice Kageyama?" You see Daichi smiling up at Kageyama. All the other volleyball members surrounding him. "H-Hey, [f/n]." Kageyama greets you. He has on dark blue cardigan over his white graphic t-shirt. He has some dark jeans and red sneakers. Tanaka quickly slips on

The loud and obnoxious school bell brought joy to your previously bored expression. School was finally over! And like any normal 15 year old otaku girl, you ran to the school library where you found an empty space hidden away from your fellow students and pulled your phone out to play your Anime Dating Game. It was called, Heichou's Cadet "Oh, Heichou, I've been waiting all day for you!" you squealed uncontrollably. As you opened the dating game app on your phone, a wide grin spread across your face and your nostrils flared like one of those male anime perverts who liked to sneak into the women's onsen (public bath). As you laid your eyes

why can't a write a fluff that doesn't have one pervy thing in it? TT.TT Request for Marixrush (https://www.deviantart.com/marixrush) ! There was a guy in your high school that you really, really liked. He was about 2 years older than you and in his junior year. So yes, you were but a cute, little freshman with a cute, little infatuation on your senpai. You first laid eyes upon him on the first day of school. All freshman had to pick a club to join, so the older students were tabling for their respective organizations, Ping Pong Club, Computer Science Team, Math Society, Spanish Honors Club, etc etc. And there was one table that you noticed only had one student. A raven-haired

“Master, do I have to?” You asked once more, glancing down at the dress in distain. You were a young maid at the Phantomhive estate, and you were now being “asked” to go to a party with Ciel so you could “seduce” Lord Druitt. “Yes __y/n__.” Ciel said tiredly, resting his cheek on his palm. You sighed, shifting uncomfortably in the large dress. It was pink, frilly, and poufy, and you hated it. Literally any color but pink would have at least been a bit more bearable, but no, it had to be pink. You at last arrived at Lord Druitt’s mansion, Sebastian helping you carefully out, Ciel and the

“Would you honor me with a dance?” You looked up to see a young boy with dark azure hair and the bluest eye you had ever seen. One was covered by an eye patch, and you felt upset that such a beautiful sapphire was marred to the point of needing to conceal it. You were sure they were stunning as a pair. Ciel Phantomhive simply did not dance – with the occasional exception when it proved to be mandatory (when his butler forced a lesson of waltzing on him). But he was drawn to you. He saw you sitting quietly across the room in your pale (f/c) dress, wide, (e/c) eyes watching the flow of dancers as they gracefully twirled by. Y

An ancient stone tailing clopped coldly under your squeezing high heels. You twisted a huge knot of your hair around your index finger while you struggled towards the church with heavy footsteps. Sebastian tried to tell you with his gaze to stop tinkering your hair and to start behaving as the etiquette demands. It made anger boil inside you. If I have one, even a little thing with which I can break the stupid unspoken rules of this society, even the famous butler of Phantomhive won’t stop me! You shook your head, trying to speed up your steps. It didn’t turn out very well to walk faster uphill with high heels. Sebastian sighed