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"Say, you are a stalker, right?" the blond middle blocker barely looks over his shoulder. You stiffen. 'Am I that bad at hiding?' Well it's right that you are following him, though you don't have the slightest idea of who he is, you are not stalking. The truth is.... you're lost!!!! Not that any of it is your fault. It's all because of your mom and onii-chan. Yes, it is her fault for making you deliver the bento to her genius son while she knows perfectly well about your excellent sense of direction. And of course, it is onii-chan's fault for forgetting the bento and his wallet too. So when you saw the tall blond guy wearing the Karasuno Vol

Based on a manga under the same name by Shinobu Amano - First Game: Elementary School - Tsukishima Kei vs. (L/n) (F/n) He was popular. He was handsome. He was wanted. He was the number one student. He was perfect. Well, at least that's what he and majority of the school taught of him. With his tousled blonde hair and his golden eyes that would do nothing but entrap the gaze of anybody who had the privilege of looking, even glancing, at them. Tsukishima Kei's grades did not fall short of perfection and he simply lived the life of perfection. Straight A student, athletic, tall, and handsome - nobody would be in their right mind to dismiss him a

"How did we even get in this situation?" You said, leaning your back against the net you were trapped in. It was an hour before the school festival. You, the Vice President, were checking up on all the classes' projects and booths. You went around, praising and admiring all the students for all of their hard work. Then you stopped on your own class. You looked down on the small clipboard that you held onto, reading the words that were printed onto the plain white paper. "Class 1-4, Haunted Mystery Maze?" You muttered "I didn't know about this..." You slid the door open to be greeted by your fellow classmates in costumes and a very dark cl

Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyuu!! or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Haikyuu!! is the property of Haruichi Furudate. "No." "How old are you?" "Old enough to get married apparently," you stuck out your tongue in defiance. In retrospect, this had seemed like a good idea. Reunion with old high school friends, rekindle some friendships that had drifted away, and you know, have one of those romantic ice skating moments with Kei. The idea sounded great. It was going to be fun. It would bring laughter and joy. And it would bring in some excuse f

Carl Grimes x Reader- Protect Carl whipped around and shot the walker in the head, You looked at him with a fake expression of horror. "Carl, what'd you do?" He shrugged, pointed at the walker that lay dead on the forest floor. "Killed it. Why?" You shook your head. "But Caaaarl, that kills people." His expression of confusion turned to one of annoyance as he pointed a finger at you. "I swear, if you're still going on about that video..." He shook his head, turning around and walking away. You kept pace, and poked his shoulder. "Carl. Carl. Carl. Carl. Carl." With every time you said his name, you poked his shoulder. You knew that you were

Carl Grimes x Reader Words: 713 Warnings: Fluff, Mild bad language, zombie mention, Michonne being a wingwoman. A/N: SPOILER ALERT IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN SEASON 4 OF THE WALKING DEAD ~~~~~~~~~~ Everything around you had an eerie silence. The wind was rustling the trees in a peaceful manner. You were following the train tracks for some time now. You along with your group were heading to a place called Terminus. Rick was in front of the small group, Carl beside you, and Michonne following directly behind. Rick and Michonne were always ready, keeping their eyes and ears open. You wish you could do the same, but your thoughts got the best of y

a.n: YO THAT FUCKIN TRAILER THOUGH //////////////////////////////////////////////////// CRACK. "There are rules," He began, slowly twirling Lucille in his hand. Blood drenched her; it stuck to her barbed wire, acting not unlike glue. "You earn what you take." Rick let out a small whine of horror, face pale, and slumped forward in defeat. "Now, as you can see," He held out his arms to the line of grieving people, large grin on his face. "This is why you don't get in the way of me and my men." He spun Lucille around in his hand, small splatters of blood flying around him, some landing on the group. The members of Negan's group remained s

*READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST* The one good thing about surviving in the apocalypse is that one has a lot of chances to do good things to make up for the bad things. Whether it be doing a favor for a friendly stranger,--which are hard to come by nowadays--saving a live humans life, or saving an animals life. I've done all of those things more than once, but only one of them stuck with me. It began pretty unexpectedly. To start, my uncle was an extraordinary inventor before the outbreak. My twin brother and I would always find him tinkering in his special room, making something new for his business. The ideas that man came up with were more th