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“Hey, I’m home, babe.” Silence. “Babe?” Kuroo placed down the crinkling sacks. He glanced around the room for a moment, but all was still. His heart raced faster. “Baby, I got some take out. You hungry?” Still, no answer. A lump fathered in his throat. Cold sweat, formed along as brow. In a frantic rush, he began his search through the apartment. “Please,” he prayed. “Please, please, no.” Crashing... Unbeknownst to Kuroo Tetsurou, the world was ending. Everything was going to come crashing down any second, and it was going to take you with it. At least, that was how y

[The Next Day - Dave's POV] Your head pounded as you rolled out of bed the next morning, cracking your neck before pulling on some clothes and slipping on your shades. So maybe you got a bit tipsy last night, but at least you didn’t wander off and do something really fucking stupid or anything. At least not that you knew of. You stumbled through your morning schedule drearily before heading out towards (y/n)'s house like usual, unable to ignore the nagging feeling in the back of your head that told you something might be wrong. "I'm fairly certain you said something fucking stupid without thinking about it, like you always do." The

Prostitute!Fem!France x Younger!Reader Pt 1 A seventeen year old girl stood on the sidewalk alone, wearing skimpy, pink lingerie and tall, unbearable platform shoes that matched. Her brown hair was lightly tucked into a soft side bun with some stubborn strands of hair sticking out. The girl had dropped out of high school two years ago and began selling her body to wealthy men, desperate to save up enough money to be able to support herself financially. She came from a dysfunctional household in France, feeling alone all the time. Her father was nonexistent and her mother was always working late night shifts when she would come home from sch

Kenma wasn't sure how Kuroo had convinced him to come to this party.  This was exactly the type of event that made the young blond boy cringe. It had been a banner year for the volleyball club from Karasuno High School.  Their coach, Ukai had decided to throw a huge end of the year party for all of the volleyball teams in their region, and Mr. Takeda had invited the teams from Tokyo that had been at training camp with them, as well.  Everyone Kenma considered a friend was there, but so were dozens of others he didn't know and had no intention of meeting.  His social anxiety ate at him before the day even arrived. The players and managers an

“I’m tired of all these women, aru!” Yao sighed and shooed away the last promising suitor. Emperor Yao was required to find a bride within the year or lose his crown. All the women that Yao had to choose from as a bride were all wealthy and very pretty, but not what he wanted. He wanted a woman who was rare in both spirit and appearances. You were a seamstress in the village below the palace which sat on a hill overlooking the quaint town. You made clothing for many people, rich and poor. You made many different garments from many different materials. You were skilled with needlework and could create and repair any clothin

You sighed as you watched Jeff kept throwing beers at everyone in the bar. You walked over to him and grabbed his hand. “Jeff we should leave now. Besides I’m not doing to be paying ya for destroying this place.”  Jeff groaned. “NO WOMAN I’M NOT DRUNK!” He hic and whined like a baby. “You’re drunk.” “You’re sexy.” You blushed red what he said and hit the back of his head. “Drunkass, Let’s bring you home.” You dragged him home. You walked to your room just for him to grab your leg. “(NAME) DON’T LEAVE ME!” He whined like a baby once agai

You stood under the shade of a tree in order to escape the intense heat of the sun. As you looked towards the mansion you were headed to butterflies raced through your stomach. Finally, after all this time, you had made up your mind to confess your feelings to your childhood friend, Yosuke. Just thinking about him caused excitement to fill your whole being. He had never paid much attention to his surroundings, but you hoped he'd paid attention to you. Although you were technically a noble you had met Yosuke while cleaning dishes. The reason you were working at all was because your parents treated you like a servant and worse. At that time he

☆ “Katsuki.” “I swear to god if it’s another one of your puns,” He started dangerously, widening his eyes. Bakugou lifted a hand, exploding sparks  flashing about as a warning. You laughed, reaching over the table and lowering it.   “I didn’t even say anything yet!” He leaned back into his chair. Linking his fingers behind his head, he crossed his ankles on the desk. Bakugou sighed.   “Spit it out, then.” You smiled down at your lap, wearing a fond expression. Today, you were going to say it. How he was going to take your words, you were uncertain. All you knew was your th